Paris was coherent, logical, and from this Tuvok knew he was exhausted.

"We've already come up with four master fates for your holo-novel character. Do we really need five?"

Tuvok felt illogical but steadfast.

"It is not so much a matter of need as desire. We will round out my main fates at five. Proceed."

"Okay. Belanna kills you with a baryon sweep. An exploding panel kills you at relaunch. Chakotay kills you when you try to steal a rare symbiotic lifeform he's acquired. You plot rebellion in a distant cavern."

"I need--one more."

"You're--a starship security chief?"