EMH log entry:
People know who I am. This was first brought to my attention on
my first day here. The librarian who came to familiarize me with
reservations procedure looked up from her paperwork at the first
sound of my voice. Her face was bright red,
and her heartbeat and BP distinctly increased. She did an
admirable job of maintaining her composure; I'll give her that.
Of course, you can't
fool a doctor.
first, I did
not understand how this was possible.
Then, further research on the Worldwide Web revealed that Voyager's very
plight was common knowledge. Starfleet and the Federation are the subject of
several fictional dramatizations under the media hierarchy "Star Trek."
So, not only are we out of time, our ship
and our crew are circling around some alternate version of Terra. Great. As
though it weren't difficult enough trying to return to the
twenty-fourth century, we'll have to be certain to reach the
correct twenty-fourth century.
I look back on the Captain's image from the previous page. I spent the better
part of six hours before some crude graphics program, altering her uniform in
an effort to observe the Prime Directive. All for nothing. It is fate's
subtle way of hinting that I should stick to medicine.
These fans (it is not clear whether the term "Trekkies" is the accepted term,
or considered derogatory) know more than I do about Voyager, its crew, the
Federation, and all documented species. For all I know, this vision of theirs
will inspire the formation of the Federation here in another century. Who can
where their legacy will lead the societies of this world?
The computers here are sluggish
from what I am used to in sickbay, but I will continue to peer into this
veritable pantry of popular culture, and see what's in store...
Doctor signing off for now.