
Kobayashi Maru ; she was in his ship’s database. Still, the Klingons could have faked the distress call.
So, on his second attempt, he had gone after the crippled ship prepared to leave at a split-second’s
notice.
When the freighter’s signal disappeared and the Klingons arrived, Kirk had stuck to his plan. He had felt
bad abandoning the rescue mission, but he knew he would have felt worse had he simply tried the same
tactics as in his first attempt.
Kirk remained convinced that if you could survive long enough, and were clever enough, there was a
freighter out there waiting to be saved—along with three hundred eighty-one people.
Those people were what had first started Kirk thinking that the test was unfair. In the real world, no
neutronic fuel carrier would have three hundred passengers aboard. Eighty-one crew members was
outrageous enough, but passengers! Ancient oil tankers hadn’t carried casual passengers. Available
space concerns aside, the things just weren’t configured for them. It didn’t make sense.
The whole idea of a no-win scenario didn’t make sense to Kirk. It wasn’t just that he didn’t like to
lose—Finnegan had taught him the hard way that no matter how fast or clever you were, you sometimes
lost—it was that Kirk didn’t like to lose unnecessarily. TheKobayashi Maru simulation was not a true test
of his command abilities because no matter what he did, the computer would arrange things so that he
lost. The program was not only unfair, it was inaccurate. Besides, it wasn’t as if he had programmed
stress fractures into the Klingons’ hulls or anything. Kirk had not added one line of code to the program.
He had merely removed those things that unbalanced the equation.
Everyone said that it didn’t matter which path you chose, it was how you walked it that mattered. The
Kobayashi Maru was a lesson. It was supposed to teach you that commanding officers were not gods:
try as they might, they couldn’t always get out of tough jams. The scenario was also a way, without
racking up actual casualties, to instill the lesson that people did, and would, die under your command.
And, of course, it was a test of character. In the end, which was more important to you: trying to save
the freighter’s crew or trying to save your own? And how well did you deal with your failure when you
chose the wrong path? Never mind that there was no right path.
Kirk turned the disc over in his hands. It was amazing what you could learn if you spent enough time in a
library. His research had indicated that this unmarked software slot was the key to the whole operation.
He inserted his disc.
There was no such thing as a no-win scenario for Kirk. Every time you rolled the dice, somebody won
and somebody lost—unless you were using loaded dice. As far as Kirk was concerned, the Academy
was using loaded dice, and it was his job to unload them.
Admiral Zheng, who ran the simulation scenarios along with Admiral Jublik, had called Kirk a glutton for
punishment when the cadet had asked if he could take theKobayashi Maru a third time. But they didn’t
have any reason not to allow it.
Kirk typed in the loading sequence, waited a moment, retrieved his disc, and then crept back to bed.
“Captain’s log.U.S.S. Horizon on a training mission to Gamma Hydra, Section Fourteen,” reported Kirk
for the bridge’s recorder. “So far—”