ANALYZING…    FILE TYPE: Personal Log PERIOD: Expedition, prior to arrival on Tau Ceti IV TOPIC:  Fatherhood SUMMARY: A personal log belonging to Officer Ulysses Pike [ID: UPIK], written shortly after the birth of his son, Ulysses Pike II [ID: UPIKII] aboard the UESC Marathon. ===================================================================  My son was born today. He has green eyes like mine, so we named him Ulysses II. Simple. Easy, even if nothing else about raising a child aboard this ship is going to be. There are others his age, some a little older. His mother tells me it's just my imagination, but I worry there's something small about all of them. "What's wrong with that?" she asked. I said my father told me that they used to have a word for it: "Runt." And back in the old days—the really, really old days—they used to cull animals for less. The look on her face. I can't get it out of my head. My son isn't a working dog or a pig, but I see how small he and the other children are. I see the way other people look at them, like their size and circumstances make something about their souls lesser. I've heard the jokes. The name they call them, no matter what's on their papers or in the hearts of their parents. The new "runt." Bob. BoB. B.O.B. Born On Board. But not my boy. Not my Ulysses. ===================================================================  TYPE: TEXT [X]; AUDIO [ ]