Not even worth worrying about

Who: Cerebrum, Appendix
Where: Psychiatric Offices
When: Later
"...and so I collect the money from the store owners on the promenade
and turn the names of the people who won't pay over to the collection
company," said the security guard in a trance.
"Thank you," said Cerebrum, "and your name and rank?"
"Corporal John Smith."
"Very good," Cerebrum said while he shut off the recorder then
snapped his fingers.
"Did I pass?" asked Corporal Smith.
"Yes, you get a passing security grade on your psych-evaluation.
You're perfectly fit for your current position in security, but are
otherwise incapable of interacting with general society in a non-
violent way. Your next appointment's in twelve months, don't be late."
After the corporal left, Cerebrum copied the contents of the hypno-
therapy session to the disk that was getting rather full of evidence
against the security department.
[Why do you keep doing this?] asked the Appendix. Cerebrum had
finally gotten around to getting it a desk. It had argued that it
didn't need a desk, being incapable of using a pencil or a computer,
but Cerebrum insisted that a psychiatrist had to have a desk. [You've
already got evidence from one person, what's it matter that you've
got it from fifteen?]
"Proof. It's all part of my long term plan, you see. When I finally
hve my meeting with the captain, this will be my ace up my sleeve. If
it goes badly, I just hand the evidence on the security department
over and make sure he remembers who gave him the evidence on the
biggest corruption scandel since the twentieth century democracies
when budget time comes around. But I'll need lots of proof, and I
need these names too."
[But aren't you worried that you'll be overheard by the security
officers. I mean, there's a security camera in nearly every room on
this ship, including this one.] If the Appendix could have pointed,
it would have, but since it couldn't, it didn't.
"Exactly!" Cerebrum said, "There are so many security cameras on this
ship, the odds that they'll actually be looking in this room at that
specific time are incredibally low. In fact, they're so low it's not
even worth worrying about."
It is a well known fact that Fate has a highly annoying habit of
picking up on statements like this, with words like, 'Of course it
can't happen, do you know how low the chances are?' in them. This
leads to statements like, 'The odds of the ship hitting anything are
extremely low, since space is so vast and the ship is so-' with the
rest of it being cut off due to an asteroid impact. Little did
Cerebrum know that there was a security officer monitoring that room
during the interview and the hypnotherapy session. And he was one of
the officer's in on the protection racket. Only time will tell what
will come of this, but it will no doubt lead to someone's legs
getting broken.