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nexus_crossings2017-06-16 06:58 pm
primelogic) wrote in nexus_crossings2017-06-16 06:58 pm
On Second Chances
A world without time.
Worlds upon worlds, eras intermingling. Species crossing who would never otherwise cross paths. Never ending, infinitely possible. All coalesced into one shared space where the impossible is not only probable, but for certain exists around every corner.
"Fascinating."
The young may come and go through this place with the purpose and rush that that they so often have, but for the particularly old Vulcan who has ended up here there hardly seems to be a hurry. He patiently strolls up and down the streets of the plaza, through the shopping districts, and round to more open areas with parks full of lush grasses of varying colors.
The summer weather is favorable for one used to a more arid and warm climate. Ambassador Spock finds a quiet sunny bench to take a seat at and relaxes against the worn wooden frame with the peeling paint. Ah, but that's right. There are requirements here for those who seek answers.
"If one found themselves in an opportunity to meet their past self, what words of wisdom would you feel obligated to impart?"
Worlds upon worlds, eras intermingling. Species crossing who would never otherwise cross paths. Never ending, infinitely possible. All coalesced into one shared space where the impossible is not only probable, but for certain exists around every corner.
"Fascinating."
The young may come and go through this place with the purpose and rush that that they so often have, but for the particularly old Vulcan who has ended up here there hardly seems to be a hurry. He patiently strolls up and down the streets of the plaza, through the shopping districts, and round to more open areas with parks full of lush grasses of varying colors.
The summer weather is favorable for one used to a more arid and warm climate. Ambassador Spock finds a quiet sunny bench to take a seat at and relaxes against the worn wooden frame with the peeling paint. Ah, but that's right. There are requirements here for those who seek answers.
"If one found themselves in an opportunity to meet their past self, what words of wisdom would you feel obligated to impart?"
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Spock finds himself smiling around his tea and just barely chuckling as he shakes his head.
"Fascinating."
Though with enough alternate universes the possibilities are indeed endless. He could have easily been something else, someone else than who he is here
mirror verses aside..... Why shouldn't he have a different life in some other universe? To think of all the other worlds of knowledge he could obtain from other versions of himself is truly staggering."I am glad in any regard, that the ongoing mission of my companions and I were able to inspire you in your own career. I hope it has proved as fruitful for yourself as it was for me."
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"It was. It really was. And if you ever get a chance to watch a show called Red Dwarf, you'll see what I mean. It's a heck of a thing, to find out you're fictional. But then again? It's pretty liberating, too. As an old friend of mine used to say, there's just a man at a typewriter..."
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Assuming the stories would even be the same as the missions they tackled. Sop many what ifs.
"You have a similar experience then? How strange. At least, it can be used as an example if it's documented and broadcast..."
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Miss Hips shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders.
"The lesson from my television show? Is don't be Arnold Rimmer."