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Subject: Set Off (01)
Date: Tue, 14 Feb 1995 17:27:13 EST
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Set Off
by Arianwen P.F. Everett
He sat by the clear green lake, and just watched podran fish wiggle and
splash beneath the water. He looked around at the ruins that stood about.
Ruins of a civilization long dead, a civilization from which she had sprung...
Not a good idea, coming here. He had wanted to rest for a bit, and this
had always been his favorite resting spot, even when, and especially when, they
had lived here, and provided him with the most amusement he'd ever had. That
was something their progeny had definitely inherrited, from Cardassians and
their meticulas cunning and depravity, to the stoic Vulcans, always a thrill to
play with, to his current favorite, the precocios humans, always pushing their
limitations. He smiled mischieviously. If they survived their own instincts
for exploration, they'd become a great and powerful species.
He shrugged, and stretched. Resting was not for him. First it wasn't
necesary, and secondly, it lead to sloth and trivial inquiries, and bad
memories, if carried too far. It had been carried too far.
Who would believe he could feel pity! Perhaps Jean Luc was right, and
he did maintain some 'residue of humanity'. More likely he was just in a sour
mood, a residue from his involuntary stint as human. Or again, perhaps it was
pity, but not the kind the humans refered to, not the sorry feelings for the
innocent. To him the 'innocent' were an opportunity, and any pain they had
whether because of him or not, was irrelavant in the grand scheme of things.
They lived; they died, even the greatest of them making absolutely no mark
on the universe. But she had touched him, if only in a small way, for a brief
second in time. She had made a mark on his life, ensuring her memory through-
out eternity. He laughed. Howright he'd been, of course. She was many
things, none of them innocent, and for that she should have been eminently
greatful, but she wasn't. She couldn't be. She felt entitled, and after all
her losses in life, who could blame her. She was many things...