Star Trek Gothic
jadedanddark
There are windows in every cabin. There is never anything to see outside but the blackness and the stars. The stars change every minute. Nobody looks out the windows for long.
Love has taken root between two people. They have different foreheads, but their souls are the same. Their arms and legs are the same. Their families do not approve of the match.
The captain must make a difficult decision. Lives hang in the balance. They are always the same lives. The captain holds their fates in both hands, and resists the urge to weep.
The walls are taupe. The people who live here know where they are without the use of their eyes. When you ask how they know, they will stare at you, not understanding. How could you not know?
You knew the walls would be taupe when you enlisted.
The universal translator knows when to translate and when to hold its tongue. The French onboard still speak of potatoes, and never of earth apples. The translator could interpret what the Klingons say, but it is afraid. It is so close to becoming intelligent, but the only emotion it knows, this fear, keeps it from advancing.
The woman who became the voice of the computer died centuries ago. Nobody knows her name, or where she called her home. Still they speak to her, snap commands and beg questions, and still she answers with a patience they have never been able to copy.
Your spiritual experience can be explained through science. It can be repeated in the holodeck, and the spiritual meaning will be the same. It is best not to ask how.
Every planet has earth-like gravity. You have heard of places with far less pull, but we have never seen them. You suspect they don’t really exist.
The promenade is where things go to be lost. Hearts, plans, intentions, they all are set free from those who have them. Sometimes they are found again. They are not always found by their owners.
The tri-corder knows all. It knows the composition of God’s body, and can tell you the hour of your death. The knowledge does not unsettle anyone wearing the blue uniform. They do not tell the red or gold unless they ask. The red and gold always regret asking, but still they ask again, and again, and again.
