With my own hand

Posted on Tue Aug 17th, 2021 @ 8:40am by Lieutenant JG Stan More

Mission: Recovery
Location: Arboretum

Stan stood back with his hands on his hips. He had just finished constructing a park bench in the arboretum. He could have had the thing replicated but where was the fun in that?

Ok. He had the various pieces replicated. But only because he did not wish to destroy any trees. But as his grandmother used to say.

“ When yer start relying on the computers for all yer needs. You may as well let the Borg turn us all into automatons. For yer no better then a robot.”

That was why they never had a replicator at home. Everything they ate was grown in her garden or a local farm. That was why Stan liked botany. To actually put a seed in the ground and watch it grow. Tend to it each day by either watering it or giving it nutrients if needed. Then once it has matured and bears fruit, harvest that fruit for your kitchen table.

They said things tasted better if you grew it yourself and they were correct.

Well Stan was not going to eat the park bench. But it did give him a sense of achievement. To construct the thing with his own hands.

He took a seat and smiled. Was it his imagination or did the bench feel more comfortable? Because he had built it himself.