I've been able to work on the site again, got The Discovery section updated with the complete Season 1 Discussions. Hopefully will get season 2 up by the weekend. How was your week?
Today I became employed. The circumstances of this employment are rather odd, but I am going to continue on this course for the time being, simply because it is the most interesting.
I suppose I'm getting ahead of myself, but I'm still very much in the moment and haven't fully processed the events of yesterday and today.
On a side note, today is a holiday called 420. April 20th, but apparently it is a reference to smoking cannabis. I forgot that humans were grappling with natural medicine versus synthetic medicine. Thank goodness we find a way out of this medieval kind of thinking that is prevalent in this time. Do you know that cancer and diabetes are uncured and so is HIV?
I wish I had an advanced knowledge of our medical practices, I would certainly want to influence humanity just a little, to ease the suffering I see occurring.
I tried some Marijuana today after work to honer the local customs and appear as native as possible and it was a delightful experience. We have much more potent recreational experiences in our time but it was on par with some of the highs you can achieve from focused meditation. I don't mind it, it was rather close to the effects one receives from drinking.
Captain, yesterday I received a letter in the mail, it simply said, Westlake Park, 4 p.m. I have made no acquaintances outside of a few homeless people who I help from time to time, but as I can recall they aren't aware of my address.
I am following the time travel protocol to the best of my knowledge, yet somehow someone knows of my existence and has asked me to rendezvous at a specific location and at a specific time. I took the note with some hope that perhaps an away team member would be waiting to extract me. That didn't end up being the case, but the results are interesting enough to note anyhow.
I remember our conversation in ten-forward when I first came aboard, how you conveyed your experiences under Captain Picard where you had to marry training and knowledge of Starfleet regulation with your own "Gut" feelings. I took this conversation to heart and it is a natural notion after all.
I arrived at the location and it was familiar and typical. I assumed I would be identified and or approached but after 30 minutes nothing presented itself, then 45 minutes, an hour and then finally two hours, and nothing.
I decided that it was enough time, surely I waited long enough. The park, which is mostly made of stone and concrete, was emptying out and so I decided to walk home and submit this incident as an unsolved mystery.
Then, to my surprise, the Starfleet emblem was clearly drawn on a light pole. It was crude but rather clear. There was an arrow under it and taped to the lightest was en envelope. I was utterly surprised that no one else had noticed it or took interest in it, and I looked around to see if I was being watched.
When I opened the envelope there were all kinds of papers, I took them home and discovered that someone had gone to great lengths to secure for me an identity and an apparently legitimate one.
I was born on 10 February, 1978. I grew up in riverside Iowa, I was pleased to understand the irony of this choice. I had a social security number, a bank account with one hundred thousand dollars, a record of residence, parents, and education and even a work history that somehow suited my skillsets and education focus.
I decided that the unexpected thing to do here was to accept this offer or gift. It doesn't seem to come with a price but I suppose if there is one it will present itself soon.
So this is how I then came into my job. I used these credentials to get a job at the coffee shop downstairs. I start on Monday, four days from now. I don't have enough information to even have a gut notion at this time as to what is happening but I'm hoping that somehow, writing these log entires is helping me. I, like many of us have heard rumors that there are time travelers that work to preserve some kind of timeline or history from their perspectives. I cannot help but suspect that I am the beneficiary of this plan as it were, somehow someone is aware of who I actually am and is aiding me. I hope to find out more but in the meantime it is a huge boost toward my survival and ultimate reunion with my time and place in the universe.
Since arriving, this is the first opportunity I've had to make a log entry so I'll try to make it as concise as possible.
I have been marooned on Earth of the past (my past) four months. The date today is April 17, 2017 however by my recollection of history, some things seem altered or different. I fear I may not have fallen through time alone but also through dimensions and I may never find my way back to my future I came from. It is possible that there are more temporal refugees like myself, this would account for the changes I'm seeing. I only hope the fundamental events which help to form the United Federation of Planets are still intact. I will do everything I can to make sure the future I know comes to pass, but I must be careful not to involve myself too much either.
The last stardate I recall was 94819.03, Earth time was October 08, 2421. I was midway through a three day journey to Starbase 74 which orbits the planet Tarsus III, when my shuttle experienced a serious blow on the port side which caused many systems to begin malfunctioning. I managed to stabilize her only to discover that the my shuttle's warp core was going critical. It was the kind of problem I couldn't fix unless I could freeze time so I just sort of surrendered to the inevitable outcome; I was going to die.
When the core went critical I heard the containment unit begin to crack and suddenly there was a blinding light. I don't know what happened but instantaneously I found myself laying on the ground underneath a bridge, here in the past and of course I didn't realize that right away.
I was naked and covered in some kind of powdery residue. It was the dead of night and it was very quiet, there was no one around me. I seemed to be fine physically so I got up and found my way out from underneath the bridge to a path that led up to a main road. I began to realize that I was on earth very quickly as signs were in English and buildings looked all too familiar. When a vehicle, a bus, approached and I noticed straight away that it had wheels, the idea began to settle in and I got some bearings for what could have possibly happened but I held out some kind of false hope that what I was seeing was somehow a dream or an illusion. That in fact, I was recovering on Starbase 74, that somehow I survived an unsurvivable explosion and was in an induced coma so that my body could recover from what must have been extensive burn damage. However nothing felt like a dream. I was very naked, in the middle of the night, roaming through the streets of an Earth city and I was somehow in the past, long before any kind of technology I was used to would be around.
As I roamed along the road, looking for anything that could serve as clothing I nearly stumbled upon a woman living on the streets on the edge of an alley way and her reaction upon seeing me was not pleasant at all. I had to beg her to stop screaming. I managed to calm her and explain my nakedness as a prank my friends played on me, in my story, we were skinny dipping in the lake. She found this plausible. She had a few plastic bags filled with clothing and she reluctantly offered me some.
I asked her if she knew the date, which she thought was weird, but she rationalized my asking by accusing me of drinking too much, I went with it and her answer would confirmed my suspicions and fears. 'December 21st 2016'.
I then asked her where I was, trying to act as drunk as possible and she looked at me with more confusion than before. She was beginning to understand that something was either severely wrong with me or that something was wrong in general but she answered anyhow; 'Seattle'.
I knew Seattle in my time, I visited on many occasions to see my Aunt and her family. I looked around and I could see that there was something familiar about the city after all and it made me a little happy to know that perhaps there were ancestors of mine in the area. I roamed through the streets for a while after my encounter with the homeless woman and finally I saw the Space Needle and was able to orient myself correctly.
That first night I camped out in Seattle Center, there were many homeless people around to keep me company so I felt safe and allowed myself to finally grasp the situation and feel the full breadth of sadness for it. At that moment I could not see any way of getting home. I still cannot but now I hope that somehow a message in a bottle will reach my crew and shipmates in the future.
I lived on the streets for about a month, slowly learning about the present I was trapped in, absorbing information wherever I could. I knew that I would be deemed as crazy if I tried to explain my situation to anyone so I just made up some stories loosely based on my actual life when people asked about me. It worked for the most part.
The public benefits of this era are known to be abysmal but I was able to obtain access to the local library. In order to take books home or use the computers, I needed to obtain identification. I found this surprisingly easy to do. Once I got ID's I was able to obtain a job and a place to live. My place of residence is meager but it is dry and clean, a welcome change from my situation when I first arrived. I work at a coffee shop and don't know if the amount of money I am earning is proportionate to the amount of work I am doing but it will have to do for now.
I feel genuinely sad to see so many struggle for what in my time are considered basic provisions and are granted instead of earned. Food, A home, Transportation, and access to knowledge are not accessible by all in this time and even though I knew this from historic records, it is harrowing to see the suffering many undergo first hand. If I ever make it back to my time, I shall never again take these basic things for granted.
The library is closing so I will have to sign off for now. Captain, if you are reading this through some strange and unexpected twist of fate, I want you to know that I am alive and well, though there is little hope of seeing you and the crew; my friends and my family again, I will take that sliver of hope and use it to drive me forward. I dream of the Enterprise every night and the idea of coming home to her gives me deep comfort.
Specimen-gathering mission on planet Alpha 177. Unknown to any of us during this time, a duplicate of me, some strange alter ego, had been created by the transporter malfunction.
1672.9. On the planet's surface, temperatures are beginning to drop, our landing party there in growing jeopardy. Due to the malfunction of the ship's transporter, an unexplained duplicate of myself definitely exists.
1673.1. Something has happened to me. Somehow, in being duplicated, I have lost my strength of will. Decisions are becoming more and more difficult.
1673.5. Transporter still inoperable. My negative self is under restraint in Sickbay. My own indecisiveness growing. My force of will steadily weakening. On the planet, condition critical. Surface temperature is seventy five degrees below zero, still dropping.
1673.1. Entry made by Second Officer Spock. Captain Kirk retains command of this vessel, but his force of will rapidly fading. Condition of landing party critical. Transporter unit still under repair.
Our position, orbiting Psi 2000, an ancient world, now a frozen wasteland, about to rip apart in its death throes. Our mission, pick up a scientific party below, observe the disintegration of the planet.
1704.2 The science party we were to have picked up has been found dead. Life support systems had been turned off. Station personnel, frozen to death. Conditions highly unusual. Meanwhile, we remain in orbit to complete our mission, close scientific measurement of the break-up of this planet.
*supplemental. Our orbit tightening. Our need for efficiency, critical. But unknown to us, a totally new and unusual disease has been brought aboard.
1704.4. Ship out of control, spiraling down towards planet Psi 2000. We have nineteen minutes of life left without engine power or helm control.
*supplemental. The Enterprise, spiraling down out of control. Ship's outer skin heating rapidly due to friction with planet atmosphere.
The impossible has happened. From directly ahead, we're picking up a recorded distress signal, the call letters of a vessel which has been missing for over two centuries. Did another Earth ship once probe out of the galaxy as we intend to do? What happened to it out there? Is this some warning they've left behind?
1312.9. Ship's condition, heading back on impulse power only. Main engines burned out. The ship's space warp ability gone. Earth bases which were only days away are now years in the distance. Our overriding question now is what destroyed the Valiant? They lived through the barrier, just as we have. What happened to them after that?
1313.1. We're now approaching Delta Vega. Course set for a standard orbit. This planet, completely uninhabited, is slightly smaller than Earth. Desolate, but rich in crystal and minerals. Kelso's task, transport down with a repair party, try to regenerate the main engines, save the ship. Our task, transport down a man I've known for fifteen years, and if we're successful, maroon him there.
1313.3. Note commendations on Lieutenant Kelso and the engineering staff. In orbit above us, the engines of the Enterprise are almost fully regenerated. Balance of the landing party is being transported back up. Mitchell, whatever he's become, keeps changing, growing stronger by the minute.
1313.8. Add to official losses, Doctor Elizabeth Dehner. Be it noted she gave her life in performance of her duty. Lieutenant Commander Gary Mitchell, same notation. I want his service record to end that way. He didn't ask for what happened to him.
Now maneuvering to come alongside cargo vessel Antares. Its Captain and First officer are beaming over to us with an unusual passenger.
1533.7. We have taken aboard an unusual passenger for transport to Colony Alpha Five. Charles Evans, the sole survivor of a transport crash fourteen years ago. The child, alone from age three, has not only survived, but has grown to intelligent, healthy adolescence.
1535.8. UESPA headquarters notified of the mysterious loss of science probe vessel Antares.
Our position, orbiting planet M-113. On board the enterprise, Mr. Spock, temporarily in command. On the planet, the ruins of an ancient and long dead civilization.
Ship surgeon McCoy and myself are now beaming down to the planet’s surface. Our mission, routine medical examination of archeologist, Robert Crater and his wife, Nancy. Routine but for the fact that Nancy Crater is that one woman in Dr. McCoy’s past.
Additional entry. Since our mission was routine, we had beamed down to the planet without suspicion. We were unaware each member of the landing party was seeing a different woman, a different Nancy Crater.
Stardate 1513.4. In orbit around planet M-113. One crewman, member of the landing party, dead by violence. Cause unknown, but we are certain the cause of death was not poison.
Additional. Armed and able-bodied crewmen are not attacked and slaughtered this easily. Apparently, the killer can immobilize them as it approaches perhaps with some hypnotic or paralyzing power. The answer lies with Professor Crater.
Continuing. The Enterprise has been invaded by a creature capable of assuming any form, and with the capacity to paralyze and draw the life from any one of us.