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The Death of Wesley Crusher
Ensign Wesley Crusher handed over his post to the officer who was on shift after him, and left the bridge. He took the turbolift down to his quarters, changed out of his uniform and then made his way to the holodeck. After glancing up and down the corridors, ensuring that no-one else was within earshot, he whispered, "Computer, load program Crusher-four." The computer's voice seemed louder than usual as it replied, "Searching... program complete. You may enter when ready." The doors slid open and, glancing down the corridor once more, he hurried in. Something was wrong... this wasn't his program! He was in some Arabian boudoir, huge scented pillows scattered about, silk awnings drifting in some errant breeze, and -my god! A dozen large naked men, their bronzed skin glistening from oil - "Computer, no! Load program WESLEY Crusher-four! Mmmf-" ...but it was too late. |
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