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glow of an athletic creature. Even coasting through a solar system, the ship was poised, proud, with the attitude of a racing thoroughbred.
    Like all such thoroughbreds, the
Enterprise
was driven by a large and powerful heart. The warp core pulsed at the center of her three-story main engineering chamber with a reassuring throb as it held in the energies of matter/antimatter annihilation, and only released them under tight control. The sound always brought a smile to Commander Geordi La Forge’s face when he walked in.
    “You appear singularly pleased, Commander,” Lieutenant Taurik observed, as Geordi stepped beside him to cast a glance over the dilithium matrix monitor. “Has the tuning of the dilithium matrix been completed to you satisfaction?”
    “The dilithium matrix is fine, Taurik,” Geordi replied. Truth to tell, he had been getting a little frustrated trying to think of the right things to say in a message he wanted to send to the
U.S.S. Lexington
. He had only just got used to Tamala Harstad being around when she had been transferred there, and he had spent his off-duty hours of the last couple of days trying to think of just the right way to tell her that she was out of sight but definitely not out of mind. He hoped she’d stay that way, and wouldn’t slip further away. He needed a break from thinking about the message, and, as always, being in the vicinity of the warp core put his mind at ease. “Just listen to her.”
    “Her?” The Vulcan’s features assumed a slightly quizzical expression, and then cleared. “Ah, you’re referring to the
Enterprise
herself.”
    “I guess so, though really I mean the warp core specifically. Can’t you hear that purr she makes?”
    “I hear the sound, but I would not have interpreted it as a purr.”
    Geordi chuckled.
    “I’ve noticed that most humanoid species feel a sense of pleasure from being exposed to rhythmic sounds of a certain depth and low frequency.”
    “Yeah, I’ve heard that too. Counselor Troi used to say it’s something about being back in the safety of the womb.”
    “Logical. Fortunately I am not affected.”
    Geordi had been around Vulcans long enough to knowbetter, but settled for saying, “I guess that’s your loss, Taurik. There’s a reason they call it pleasure.”
    “Tea, Earl Grey, hot.” Jean-Luc Picard gave the order by habit, and then took the cup when it materialized in the replicator’s slot on his ready room wall. He sat with it behind his desk, and returned to the reports that he was triaging. Only some of the planetary surveys would be forwarded on to Starfleet Command. Choosing which were to go and which weren’t was an important duty, but a far from interesting one.
    He sipped his tea and turned his attention to the report on Indra IV, a gas giant in the region, which the
Enterprise
’s probes were surveying remotely. A jovian planet would never be one upon which to place a large civilian population, but there were two Mars-sized moons that looked suitable for terraforming.
    Picard had just decided to attach the report on Indra IV to the possibles list that he would send on to Starfleet Command, when there was a chime over the communications system.
“Captain Picard to the bridge.”
Worf’s voice filled the ready room.
    “On my way,” Picard responded, saving the file, and draining his tea. He stepped through and walked onto the bridge of the
Enterprise
. If the engineering decks and staff were the heart of the thoroughbred, then its brain was the bridge, on the top level of the saucer section. Here the decisions were made, based on the sensory input it had received.
    The burly Klingon in the center seat vacated it as Picard approached, and the captain noted that the main screen displayed a normal starfield. Whatever had attracted his first officer’s attention either wasn’t visible or wasn’t in range yet. “What is it, Mister Worf?”
    “Lieutenant Choudhury has detected an object in our path.” He