DEEP SPACE: "Whispers" - 11/16/93 - ACT THREE          24A.

30A  CONTINUED:

					O'BRIEN
			"The minstrel boy to the war is gone...
			In the ranks of death you'll find him...
			His father's sword he hath girded on, 
			And... "

	He stops in mid-line, thinks.  Energized by the song, O'Brien 
	smiles and barks at the computer --

					O'BRIEN
			Computer, open a channel to the Rio 
			Grande... audio only...

					COMPUTER VOICE
			Channel open.

					O'BRIEN
				(heartily)
			"The minstrel boy to the war is gone...
			In the ranks of death you'll find him...
			His father's sword he hath girded on, 
			And his wild harp slung behind him...
			Land of song, said the warrior bard, 
			Tho all the world betrays thee, 
			One sword at least thy rights shall guard, 
			One faithful harp shall praise thee."
				(as he hits a panel)
			End of transmission.

	He laughs a little too hard.  Sits back down.  Calms down.  
	A long beat.

					O'BRIEN
			Computer, open O'Brien personal log, 
			play back last sentence.

					O'BRIEN VOICE
			... But all I could think of as I 
			looked at her... was that this was 
			not my Keiko.

					O'BRIEN
				(slightly punchdrunk from 
				fatigue)
			You're right.  She wasn't.
				(sighs, depressed 
				anew)
			Continue log.
				(beat)
			I didn't get much sleep that 
			night...