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It's 3am. Why can't I sleep?

Late Night Wanderings

San Francisco was a different place at 3am. All the Academy cadets were gone, a few may be up studying, some may have other nocturnal activities, but most were probably sound asleep. Amara hadn't found sleep very rejuvenating lately. Something was troubling her. She felt unsettled. She knew it was effecting her performance. So far in the past two days she had managed to crash her simulator shuttle into the sun, something she managed to do every time, much to the amusement of her instructor, and wrote what Admiral O'Donnell called the "worst report ever submitted by a cadet in Starfleet history." As much as she hated to admit it he probably wasn't exaggerating. She was struggling in everything. There wasn't a single class she was doing well in and she was quickly discovering the list of regulations for cadets was mind-boggling long, because almost everything she did was met with "that's against regulations, cadet."   

 

( It could not be more obvious... )