I was once a human living in the 21st century. But wait. This is the 23rd century and I’m not three hundred years old physically or mentally. Do you know of a thing called time travel? It has always been thought of as impossibility, but it’s real.
I was at a Star Trek convention with one of my friends when we had a visit from the future. Literally. Seven teens were kidnapped and their genetics were changed. Not all in obvious ways. Three humans have retained their appearances but they have new powers, like shape shifting, regeneration, and telepathy. Three others have become Vulcans. Two half-lings and one full Vulcan to be exact.
Then, there is myself. I am the only Klingon in the group and the only one who has enemies on both sides of her background. Klingons and humans aren’t all that friendly with each other and there is still racism in the galaxy. That changes in the future but I would be in violation of the Temporal Prime Directive if I told you about that.
We were rescued by the U.S.S Enterprise, captained by James T. Kirk. He looks exactly like William Shatner from my own time, but you aren’t supposed to know about that either. Spock, McCoy, Uhura, Chekov, Scotty, and Sulu are all here. Who would have thought it possible? Again, you aren’t supposed to know what I’m talking about. The Temporal Prime Directive can be an inconvenience can’t it?
All of us have entered Starfleet and are pursuing our chosen careers. Allison, the full Vulcan, wants to be a Starfleet captain. Steve follows McCoy around like an adoring puppy. Kristian is following Spock in the same manner. Lia and May are working on science positions and Michael and I are going for Security.
Unfortunately, even though Chekov can teach the responsibilities of a Starfleet ensign, he can’t teach me to be Klingon. No one else can either. The computer can tell me what is known about them and it can teach me the language, but talking to a real Klingon isn’t the same as the computer. It can’t teach me how to use the bat’leth I acquired from the alien ship either. Right now it’s hanging on the wall inside my quarters. I should probably tell you how I got it since you must be confused.
After we were beamed up to the alien ship, we had our genetics tampered with I have already said that. Instead of putting me back in my cell, I woke in a room with Klingon weaponry on the walls. Captain Kirk found me there and asked if I wanted to bring anything to the ship and obviously I took the bat’leth.
It feels really lonely in space. I didn’t realize that was possible. I mean, come on, you have all these people around you and yet... Something’s missing. Maybe it’s just me but it just doesn’t feel right. Maybe it’s because there are too many people. Back on Earth I was somewhat of a loner. I guess I’m getting a double culture shock. I also was very active outside. Outside a space ship is space. There isn’t anything there. Nothing in the way of trees or grass on the ship either. I used to have this thing with flying back in my century. I think I still do. I wonder if I will ever qaj - soar - ever again.
I find myself thinking about what will happen to us. Will we live out our lives in the wrong century? Or will we find a way to go home? Will we go our separate ways? Who will die an early death? I don’t know if I want to know the answers to these questions. They all have their drawbacks, and yet, what if I learn that I could go home?
Another thing that worries me. I watched several Star Trek episodes with Klingon women in them and three that I can remember had a mating urge. Only one was a full Klingon, the other two were half-lings like me. Will the same thing happen to me? It would be very inconvenient if it did. And yet... What is it like? Is there an overpowering need for blood or just more desire than the human mind can comprehend?
If you are listening to this you have realized I have recorded it as if I was talking to another person. Perhaps someone will find comfort in it if I die unexpectedly. A friend, an unknown relative, a lover.
Heqhlu'meH QaQ jajvam! Today is a good day to die!
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