Persephone is a phony part 2

Posted on Wed Sep 21st, 2011 @ 1:21pm by Lieutenant Commander Robin Swift M.D., PhD

**The continuation of Persephone is a phony. **
Back in the quarters of Dr. Robin Swift.

What's the worst thing about being the BEST of anything? It depends on what your best at. Say you're the best neuro-surgeon in, well in anywhere and you need neuro- surgery that means the best isn't available to you and if you're lucky then perhaps the second best is available. Not quite the same is it? Does that mean you give up? Just quit? Does striving to be the best doom you to a game of chance that someday you may need the aid of someone better than you provided you are willing to admit that someone can be better than you? Huh, is perception all depended on your personal vanities.
"Oh my gods I am that far gone that I am reducing myself to debating myself about myself?" Robin hung his head over the side of the couch in despair. Freya his beloved cat took the opportunity to touch her small nose to his and purr. It was a small act that enabled him to draw himself out of his personal misery even if just for a little bit. Some would say she sensed his need and showed him affection or concern. Others would say it was simply a responsive act on her part to take advantage of the fact that her owner was in prime reach for her to get his attention so that maybe he will see that her food dish needed filling. He sighed as he stood up to tend to her immediate needs (one hungry feline belly). On his way to the kitchen he paused a moment to glance at the paused data stream on his monitor. It showed a still face of an angry man called Callum Prius. Bereaved brother to Robin's one true love. "Focus Robin", he told himself. "It's all a matter of perspective."

**Stayed tuned for more very soon. Unless my current muse is a fickle nymph I think I have found the story's direction anew.**