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As Such Is Life

Posted on Sun Dec 27th, 2020 @ 5:36am by Lieutenant Amélie D'Aramitz & Lieutenant Skovik cha Silask

Mission: Broken
Location: Crew Mess
Timeline: Late

Amélie sat in the crew mess hall. It was well after meal service was over so the throng of people was long gone, the lights had been partially dimmed, there was just a few stray officers here and there. A mug of hot chocolate sat between her hands, though the temperature inside had long since gone cold as she stared out the window, watching the planet beyond that was the current cause of the angst that seemed to already have taken over the ship.

Skovik walked into the mess hall at the late hour, yet again taking an evening meal that was later than convention dictated. He had not been hungry until now. "Ginger tea with a squeeze of lemon, hot, 6 california rolls and Miso soup." he ordered from the replicator in a quiet voice.

Having slid out of her booth, Amélie made her way to the replicator. She still wasn't in the mood to eat, but she knew she had to, and a the very least she wanted a fresh hot chocolate. Maybe the warm liquid would help to soothe her. With the barest hint of a smile she nodded at Skovik. "Good evening Lieutenant," she said quietly before ordering her hot chocolate and a plate of shortbread cookies. "Not sleepy?" she asked as she picked up her plate and her mug.

"I do not require sleep every evening as humans do. Nutrition however, I admit not tending to appropriately this day. " He nodded to her, taking note of her appearance. "It is an approximate hour that you would usually be sleeping. Is something troubling you?"

"My husband is still at work and I didn't feel like being alone," Amélie replied quietly. "I guess I'd hoped there would be more people here, but it seems most have opted for the company of family and loved ones. I can't blame them." She shrugged slightly. "Did you want to join me?" she asked, motioning toward the table.

"That would be pleasant." he agreed as he followed her back to her table.

Sinking back into the seat, Amélie cast one more quick glance toward the window before looking back at her new companion. "I didn't realise Vulcan's didn't need as much sleep, it must be nice to have the extra time to do stuff and not feel tired and grouchy in the mornings?"

"I dedicate some of the time that most use for sleep to meditation and renewal. Being tired is sometimes an issue, but vulcans are never grouchy."

Amélie picked up a cookie and snapped part of it off, popping it into her mouth and chewing for a few moments before she replied again. "It must be nice, to be able to separate yourself from emotional circumstances so easily," she murmured softly. "Especially in moments like these."

"Indeed. Though I must admit that I find a loss of life on this magnitude...distressing." Skovik spoke quietly, as if he were admitting a great secret of the Vulcans. "Many tout Vulcans as being emotionless. We are not, we simply do not allow the emotions we have to show."

Unable to help herself, Amélie reached up to brush away the tear that formed at the corner of her eye. "I don't understand why we can't help them, it feels so wrong. Isn't that what we're meant to do? Help those who can't help themselves?" Her voice wavered slightly with emotion as she spoke.

"It is a difficult situation." he acknowledged as he dipped a roll into the soy sauce and chewed it thoughtfully. "General Order One is an important way for Starfleet to keep from playing god to other civilizations. "

"But isn't that what we're doing?" Amélie asked quietly. "We're allowing them to all die, We're making the decision that their lives are meaningless by sitting back and doing nothing." She sighed and shook her head. "Every life should be precious and worth saving, regardless of circumstances of birth."

"It is an interesting conundrum. If we step in and save them, when their society is not yet capable of understanding our presence, then we fundamentally alter their way of life. It then raises expectations in the case of those people. Vulcan remembers when we made contact with Earth and it was expected that we share things that humanity wasn't ready for. It created conflict. If we save no-one, then that conflict is eliminated before it ever starts. "

"No matter how it's painted, this isn't right," Amélie said quietly. "We are meant to be enlightened, we are meant to help those in need, not sit back and let them die. How do we know that this is how their race is supposed to end? What if our being here was meant to be the deities way of saving them?"

"How do we know that their deities aren't punishing them in the same manner as the Biblical God did in the great flood?" he replied quietly, sipping his tea "The lines between right and wrong are blurred here."

"This is why I can't believe in Gods," Amélie replied with a sad shake of her head. "The notion that people can die because of some imaginary friend is just ludicrous. If Gods really existed, they should help the people that believe in them, not annihilate them. This is wrong. It's just wrong."

"Why are gods bound to help the people that believe in them? "
He countered "Why is that a requirement of the species they consider to be a god? Many cultures would consider us to be gods. Several cultures have made us gods, much to the detriment of their societies and civilizations. Belief isn't necessarily a negative thing, merely an additional depth to a person. I have seen a belief in God bring peace to humans experiencing loss for example. Expecting one's gods to step in when one needs but work for something while that individual resides on their posterior, that is where I become skeptical."

"I hardly think those people are sitting on their bottoms waiting for help to come," Amélie retorted. "What are they supposed to do to help themselves? Send a postcard to the black hole asking it to please go away?" She shook her head again. "There, but for the grace of the Gods, go I," she said quietly. "Luck saw me born into circumstance that considers my life valuable, that I'm somehow worthy of being alive because I was born in the right time and place. No one should have the right to determine that their lives are worth less than ours."

"I was not referring to these people specifically. Knowing their history not at all, I wouldn't care to speculate.". He took another sushi roll in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. "I do not believe that anyone is saying their lives are worth less than ours, we are just not permitted to intervene in the circumstances of their deaths."

"And by saying we can't intervene, that's exactly what we're saying. If they had warp capabilities, we'd be allowed to help them. If they were even close to achieving warp capability we would be able to help them, but instead, we have this stupid rule that says even though we have the technology and the ability to do so, because they haven't achieved enough, we just let them die." She shook her head again. "No matter which way it's spun, it's not right."

"The ethics of this situation are flawed. I do find the loss of life to be troubling, I also understand the reasoning behind the prime directive. We cannot interfere in their natural development, and our superior technology does not give us the right to impose human values or ideals on them."

"The desire to live is not a human ideal, it's a basic ideal. To stay alive, to protect your children, your families, those you love." Amélie paused, biting on her bottom lip as she turned the empty mug in her hand. "Thank you for the chat Lieutenant, it has been... enlightening. I might call it a night though."

"It was a most interesting exchange." He nodded to her politely as he remained seated to continue to eat his lunch. "I believe the term is, enjoy your evening?"

Sliding out of her seat, Amélie picked up her mug and the plate of untouched cookies, offering a feint smile and a nod of her head. "You too Lieutenant," she offered before walking away.

 

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