Date: Wed, 07 Jan 1998 13:26:05 +0800 From: "Cpt. Destiny Xavier" Subject: [seaQuest-ff] Life in Lucas's Eyes To: seaQuest-ff List X-Mailer: Microsoft Internet Mail 4.70.1162 Delivered-to: mailing list seaQuest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaQuest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Proc-type: 3 Life in Lucas’s Eyes These are just some of his thoughts taken from a particularly dreary day on board the _seaQuest_. At the particular moment he’s lying on his bed with the lights off. LUCAS (V.O) Why are we on this planet? Why the hell was I put on this earth? Why am I on _seaQuest_? Why do people toil away at their menial jobs to put a few bucks on the table? What about the white collars? They work in clean, spotless labs with numerous assistants running around for them, and they get paid huge, fat checks which they spend like sand through their fingers. What about life from the start till the end? Lucas is interrupted by Tony barging in and getting his jacket. The others are playing poker. Lucas had decided to decline their offer; he was not in the mood. LUCAS (V.O) Tony...(sighs) He’s the only guy I’ve seen who is so naturally cool. He doesn’t have a care in the world...(pause) except maybe babes, being cool, babes, staying alive, babes, surviving Hudson’s remarks, and...babes, I guess. The narration stops as Lucas sighs and turns over onto his side. He glances at the door for a moment, half expecting someone else to walk in. No one does. He sighs again. LUCAS (V.O) _Like_ I was saying...thinking whatever...The moment you’re born you’re immediately at risk of death. All those diseases that strike when you’re a mere infant, unable to defend yourself. When you’re in elementary school, you struggle to compete with classmates and scream your hate for the opposite sex. In high school? Well, you’ve got people throwing themselves at each other, throwing away their futures for the sake of being _cool_ and stuff...Then they’re out of school and find they can’t get jobs and are reduced to begging money from relatives and living like a bum. Those who _do_ make it, work their asses off for the same 3 days of a week, every month, year, decade...3 days? Monday, the grueling work day where you spend your time in front of stacks of paper, an ever ringing phone and your boss calling to you every minute of your free time. And believe me, it’ll be Monday 5 days a week.... Then you have Saturday, a time to relax and party with your pals. Sunday, the time when you rest and get your groceries and get everything ready for Monday all over again. Lucas sighs as he contemplates the fate of other adults as young as him. He tsks a little at his thoughts. LUCAS (V.O) That’s the way it is for the next, what...thirty years? The only intermissions you get are probably getting married, having kids...which is probably more hell than you already had...getting a new job, promoted, demoted...not very exciting, I’m sure. Your kids grow up, leave the nest, come back with grandkids. Then when you’re old enough, the government retires you and gives you a pension. Your kids take care of you, or don’t, depending on how you raised them... LUCAS (whispers) Geez, wonder how I’m gonna treat Dad next time? He neglected me, didn’t bother about anything having to do with me, dumped me on _seaQuest_, and hasn’t called since....some father. I do _not_ want to know how I’d react to his death if he died. (sighs very, very heavily as he sinks lower into his bed) LUCAS (V.O) Ahh...then when you’re older they put you in a old folks’ home and visit you every week. Soon the visits become less and less frequent until they hardly bother. You slowly begin to fade away, till you’re nothing but a person who has to worry about getting to the bathroom in time and your knees aching when it’s cold. It hurts just to move. Then one day, you slip away, a tear rolling down your cheek, in the dark, and your last thoughts are of those you loved and the questions that keeps nagging at you, “Why isn’t anyone here with me? Why isn’t anyone here to keep me company?” and then your eyes close and the last thing you see is the pitch black of the room, the last thing you hear is the silence, the last thing you smell is the disinfectant on the floor, the last thing you taste is your dry mouth, and the last thing you feel is the cloth you bury your face in every night....Life is at it is, I guess. Lucas finally gets up, and realises that his eyes are moist. He looks around him; of course, he can’t see anything since the lights are off. LUCAS (whispers) I make life seem so worthless. (beat) Maybe it is. THE END. "Great truths are the truth... Simple truths are relative...they are lies lived out as truths." -© Cammy Teoh a.k.a. Captain Destiny Xavier- http://www.geocities.com/Broadway/Stage/1235/ http://www.geocities.com/Broadway/Stage/6432/ teohyk@tm.net.my ctgately@usa.net ronank@usa.net ctgately@cybergal.com --------------------------------------------------------------------- To unsubscribe, e-mail: seaQuest-ff-unsubscribe@stgenesis.org For additional commands, e-mail: seaQuest-ff-help@stgenesis.org Date: Tue, 06 Jan 1998 23:14:13 +0800 From: "Cpt. Destiny Xavier" Subject: [seaQuest-ff] Life in Lucas's Eyes: Disclaimer To: seaQuest-ff List X-Mailer: Microsoft Internet Mail 4.70.1162 Delivered-to: mailing list seaQuest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaQuest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Proc-type: 3 Hey Destiny here. This is my second piece to the list, and it's really short, about two MS Works pages long. Disclaimer: This is a fictional piece based on my (crazy) imagination. The characters Lucas and Tony Piccolo belong to the Sci-Fi Network or whatever. And by the way, these are just _my_ thoughts and decided to relay them through Lucas. "Great truths are the truth... Simple truths are relative...they are lies lived out as truths." -© Cammy Teoh a.k.a. Captain Destiny Xavier- http://www.geocities.com/Broadway/Stage/1235/ http://www.geocities.com/Broadway/Stage/6432/ teohyk@tm.net.my ctgately@usa.net ronank@usa.net ctgately@cybergal.com --------------------------------------------------------------------- To unsubscribe, e-mail: seaQuest-ff-unsubscribe@stgenesis.org For additional commands, e-mail: seaQuest-ff-help@stgenesis.org