The evolving Picture of Home on Holodeck.

Posted on Mon Dec 8th, 2025 @ 4:11am by Lieutenant Commander Rutherford (RJ) Milton & Pix Osheena
Edited on on Mon Dec 8th, 2025 @ 4:12am

Mission: Those who are left behind
Location: Holodeck One

ON


The meadow surrounded by trees leading into a forest. The slight pink tinge to the sky from the Ozone filter of the planet. It is a program well known to both Milton and Pix.

The light breeze from the south, scents of trees and grass and the brook that runs diagonally through the meadow. The place seems to be teaming with life as a butterfly like creature fly in irritated but synchronized flight. it is hard to tell which is the leader as with a sudden directional path from obscure angles in the flock just lead while the rest follow. the tumbling like formation is riding the breeze see, the only hint of mass intellect of direction.

"Holo birds, sparrow like at forty meters," Milton begins,

Pix looks at him and gestures to his choice of birds with a shaking head and the rolls her eyes.

"Increase size by 40%, sharper talons and beak lined with needle like sharp teeth." He corrects. "You sure about that?" He asks Pix. "Looks a little dangerous for someone your..."

Pix cuts him off; hovering in front of his face at 7 centimeters from him.

"Okay, predatory bird type..." I seem to remember them is all." He defense himself.

Pix is speaking in her bell tones in an exaggerated aggravation to make a point.

"Okay you were in the tree line at that point... sorry." Milton put his hands up in surrender.

Hands going to her hips as she hovered back half a meter.

"One day I hope we finish this." Milton comments. "Too bad the computer does not know you like I do, be simple in translation rather than me voicing the adjustments. Pix giggled a little and nodded her agreement. "It is a slow process as I know the look but for some reason cannot recall the survey reference enough to narrow the search."

Pix put her hands behind her back; twisting her hips and torso while mimicking whistling and looking all about but not eye contact.

"Playing innocent again." Milton crossed his arms. "Okay I get it that if any reference to the Survey is confirmed your people would be sought out. SO you remote cancel memories in me."

Pix continued to play innocence.

"So what say we walk a bit and micro-adjust on the fly?" Milton suggested.

Pix smiled and flew to sit in her favorite spot on his left shoulder, a smile and side long glance with sly expression.

"Yeah I am still liking this time despite Eight years of investment." Milton told her. "Do you guide me in the security password as I never seem to recall it when you are not with me.

She expressed surprise and hands covered her chest in a 'Who me?' type of impression.

I should think you trust me to keep praying minds off the subject, I have told Larissa this is our time and you need the relaxation also.

Pix kissed his cheek.

"You're welcome." Milton strode towards the tree line.

OFF

Lt. CMDR Rutherford Milton
Chief Medical Officer.

Pix Osheena
Civilian (Milton)