Kinda wasted my day, gonna use it to recover a bit since it looks like I won't be getting sick after all. Out for a troll stroll
On September 12 2022 17:37 Chezinu wrote:On September 12 2022 15:42 Vivax wrote:
Whether it‘s life or the internet as a miniature form of its surrounding reality, you are always just playing the devil‘s game in an imperfect form of reality.
You can do good, you can do bad. Noninterference is best, but then you reject your self, which is what most fail at.
Until you learned as much as you had to, got pumped and somehow shot from a cannon. Your words somehow interfering with reality while not really having specific goals in mind. Maybe that was the key.
You are the first non-pilot on record to attempt this. No one to tell you exactly what to do. The first one to realize the potential of this craft. The first one to understand its purpose.
Maybe no one before you could have achieved what you have, because no one was quite you.
Or maybe that‘s just something someone who has lost his mind would think.
"Captain?"
"What is it, Ensign?"
"I'm picking up another vessel on the sensors, sir."
"On my way."
You head back to the cockpit to find the bridge nearly empty. The captain and first mate are in the pilot room, and the navigator is at her station in the aft.
"Sir, it's one of the transports," the ensign says.
"I know, I know," you say. "I'm almost there."
The captain looks up from his console. "I'll meet you in the loading bay."
"Aye, aye, sir."
You bring the shuttle up to speed and begin the approach to the planet.
"Sir, they're hailing us," the navigator says.
The captain approaches the navigator's station. "Put it on audio, please."
The communications officer's eyes widen. "Captain, it's the president of the United Federation of Planets."
"I can see that," the captain says. "Put it through to my quarters."
A moment later, a familiar voice fills the bridge. "Hello, Captain Kirk. I'm sorry to be calling so late, but I felt it was time we spoke."