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Seven paced slowly up the corridor leading her to the personal living quarters of one Captain Kathryn Janeway. The fact that she had paced by several times before this particular pass, and had on all accounts failed her objective of activating the chime to the Captain’s quarters was… was what?
Wasteful. Inefficient. Foolish. Cowardly.
She did not ascribe those distasteful modifiers to herself, and yet her hand stayed when she reached for the chime. Again.
No. not ‘again’. Be precise. For the fourth time I have failed to press a button”
Seven dropped her arm to her side and closed her eyes briefly, going over her plan for the conversation she was going to instigate. She had planned an exacting layout for the discourse she would pursue. She was confident, as ever, that her logic was flawless. Confident with the direction, with the pacing, tone and diction. She was-it chagrined her to identify the emotion-hesitant of the outcome. More than hesitancy. It was fear. She could work with that.
Fear is irrelevant. This discussion will be mutually beneficial, regardless of this drone’s preferred outcome.
Without hesitation this time, Seven reached for the button and thumbed the chime.
The parameters of this interpersonal relationship will be defined.