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It was December 21, 1982. Tasha Yar, a former Starfleet officer who is believed to be dead, was looking out the window at the dinner room looking at the city of Los Angeles. She sensed that it’s the time of the various winter holidays of the people of the planet Earth. Those human disguised aliens has forbidden the pubic celebrations of their various winter holidays. She thought that it was a stupid idea. Not allowing the humans to celebrate their winter holidays might cause more humans to join the resistance that she heard was being created. Those stupid upright reptiles are the reason that the Q race brought her back to life and put her inside one of their motherships without those stupid upright reptiles being the wiser. Then, Martin of the Visitors walked toward her. He stopped near her.
“How are you feeling, Tasha?” asked Martini.
“I’m thinking about the order that making celebrating their winter holidays forbidden,” answered Tasha. She quietly thanked the Q race for making her voice echoed, like the rest of the Visitors.
“I know what you mean. I heard that the humans are planning to celebrate their holidays in their homes. The public celebrations may be forbidden, but I hope that it will not stop them from doing so inside their homes,” said Martin. Then, he walked away from her, giving her something to think about. The end, for now.