by Rear Admiral (Lower Half) Joseph White
Our Tiny Little Starship is home.
Earth, Vulcan, or Andor might be your birth planet, but once a person joined Starfleet, their ship became their home. They depended upon that fragile little hull for survival, they ate in community mess halls, they talked and played in the recreation areas, they went for lover’s walks among the flowers in the arboretum. They grew their own food, until replicators simply beamed them into their quarters. They depended upon fragile air scrubbers and plants for fresh air, and the aquaponic gardens for food. Continue reading