DEEP SPACE: "Paradise" - 11/24/93 - ACT TWO            17.

11   INT. COLONY SHIP - SISKO'S CUBICLE

	Room for a bunk, not much more.  Within the ship, the only 
	light anywhere comes from homemade candles.  Hand-woven mats 
	and rough clay vases filled with native flowers give the 
	area a primitive, yet warm, comfortable and lived-in ambience.  
	It's about an hour since we last saw Sisko.  He's sitting on 
	his bunk, curiously reading a bound (but thin) "old-
	fashioned" book... one of several that have been left on his 
	nightstand... there are no doors.  O'Brien looks in, ENTERS...

					SISKO
			Come in, Chief.  I was just reading 
			one of the books written by our host.  
			Alixus is quite a prolific author...

					O'BRIEN
				(re: picking up one)
			Yeah, a bunch of these were left in 
			my room too... I haven't had a chance 
			to look at them... what does she 
			write about?

					SISKO
				(dry)
			She has something to say on just 
			about... everything!

					O'BRIEN
				(smiles, leafing 
				through a book)
			Yeah?

					SISKO
			Economic analysis.  Political 
			commentaries.  Literary critiques.  
			She says she's spent her life 
			examining the human condition.

					O'BRIEN
			And what's her prognosis?

					SISKO
			Not very good.  She says we've become 
			fat and lazy and dull.

					O'BRIEN
			My wife told me something along those 
			lines just last week.