Rosenthal finally found his quarters. They were far from great, but they worked for now. He went over to his desk and flipped on his little 'puter. He scanned the messages in his box.
"Wow", Dave thought to himself, "not here two hours and already got work to do. Star Fleet needs to cut down on the starch in their underwear."
The last hour had not gone well. Met with the captain and exchanged inane pleasantries and got my assignment. What fun. Rosenthal went over to the replicator. "Double Espresso, Hot" The machine worked for a small part of a second, not a real part, but just enough for an engineer to notice.
"Computer, remind me to tell someone to fix that." Most likely, he would have to, but he could always hope. His sxpresso appeared and gave off a rather bitter smell. He inhaled the fumes, and then rather adventurously downed it in one drink.
"Uuugghhh. Computer, remind me to tell someone to tell the replicators how to make an espresso."
Dave walked over and started to read the specs on the new LCARS in this station. He got through the first 3 paragraphs before falling asleep and drooling all over his 'puter.
David Rosenthal, Computer Specialist AND slacker extraordinare