13-04-2019, 04:15 PM
Susan's Log, Stardate: Don't feel like doing the math. One, I guess.
My... other selves and I... No, Sue, that wasn't a Shatner pause, I was just searching for a word; I'm trying to do a log entry, here, all right? Anyway, we are about to emerge from Warp at whatever coordinates Suzy-Ho put in. So far, most of the trip had been looking at stars go past on the viewscreen and watching the little lights move below it.
"Anything on long-range scans?" I asked Suzy-Q.
"We're approaching a nebula, Captain." She said, looking into the viewer. Should be coming into visual range."
"Onscreen." I said with a smile. Suzy-Q smiled back, pressing the button.
The pink, swirling mass floated in space, surging with energy, pulsing with lightning storms that danced through the pinkness.
"My subconscious is a nebula?" I asked the other Mes.
"Well, it IS a pretty nebulous place." Sue pointed out, from the helmsman's seat. Since we're not beaming down to the surface of a planet yet, and there was no one else but the other three of us on the ship, she didn't have any doctoring to do, so Sue got bored and took Chekov's spot.
"Is this the right place, Captain?" Suzy-Ho asked. "Because I've got to be honest, all we have to go on is your memories of the TV show, so I just started pushing buttons that felt right to me."
"That's why I didn't give any co-ordinates, Suzy-Ho. Something Suzy-Q said back in the living room came to mind: You all come from my subconscious. I figured that meant that you'd instinctively know the way home."
She beamed and turned to Sue.
"See? I can do something without sex being involved!"
Sue grumbled.
"I've trusted your judgment thus far." I said. "Ok, take us in."
"Roger, Captain. Taking our long, tubular ship with the big spanking paddle thing on top into the strange pink thing."
Sue smiled.
"So," I mused. "No sensors or shields in a nebula."
"Blindfolded and naked. Sounds like the route to something metaphysical." Suzy-Q observed.
"Best way I've always found to go looking for answers." Suzy-Ho added.
Enveloped in the electrified pinkness, we moved slowly forward until something beeped at Suzy-Q's station, and she peeked into her viewer.
"Sensors aren't supposed to be working, but I'm getting something, Captain. A transmission from... the nebula itself."
"I think it's safe to say that I know we're here. Can you put it on-screen?"
She pressed some buttons, and the viewscreen changed to an image of Troy grinning in the darkness. Up close, as if we were viewing it from a camebangrson who was sitting on his knee. A pounding bass guitar was playing over everything, and he yelled something that couldn't be heard over it, however, I've seen him say it enough to recognize his mouth making the words: "Fucking love you, Mistress."
"That song," Sue said. "I know it."
"We all do, Sue." Suzy-Q responded. "It is the intro to 'Bloodletting (The Vampire Song)' by Concrete Blonde, which leads me to believe that we are seeing Troy's bachelor party here. Further, the angle suggests that we're seeing it from our own perspective at the time, as Susan was sitting on Troy's knee when these events took place."
My... other selves and I... No, Sue, that wasn't a Shatner pause, I was just searching for a word; I'm trying to do a log entry, here, all right? Anyway, we are about to emerge from Warp at whatever coordinates Suzy-Ho put in. So far, most of the trip had been looking at stars go past on the viewscreen and watching the little lights move below it.
"Anything on long-range scans?" I asked Suzy-Q.
"We're approaching a nebula, Captain." She said, looking into the viewer. Should be coming into visual range."
"Onscreen." I said with a smile. Suzy-Q smiled back, pressing the button.
The pink, swirling mass floated in space, surging with energy, pulsing with lightning storms that danced through the pinkness.
"My subconscious is a nebula?" I asked the other Mes.
"Well, it IS a pretty nebulous place." Sue pointed out, from the helmsman's seat. Since we're not beaming down to the surface of a planet yet, and there was no one else but the other three of us on the ship, she didn't have any doctoring to do, so Sue got bored and took Chekov's spot.
"Is this the right place, Captain?" Suzy-Ho asked. "Because I've got to be honest, all we have to go on is your memories of the TV show, so I just started pushing buttons that felt right to me."
"That's why I didn't give any co-ordinates, Suzy-Ho. Something Suzy-Q said back in the living room came to mind: You all come from my subconscious. I figured that meant that you'd instinctively know the way home."
She beamed and turned to Sue.
"See? I can do something without sex being involved!"
Sue grumbled.
"I've trusted your judgment thus far." I said. "Ok, take us in."
"Roger, Captain. Taking our long, tubular ship with the big spanking paddle thing on top into the strange pink thing."
Sue smiled.
"So," I mused. "No sensors or shields in a nebula."
"Blindfolded and naked. Sounds like the route to something metaphysical." Suzy-Q observed.
"Best way I've always found to go looking for answers." Suzy-Ho added.
Enveloped in the electrified pinkness, we moved slowly forward until something beeped at Suzy-Q's station, and she peeked into her viewer.
"Sensors aren't supposed to be working, but I'm getting something, Captain. A transmission from... the nebula itself."
"I think it's safe to say that I know we're here. Can you put it on-screen?"
She pressed some buttons, and the viewscreen changed to an image of Troy grinning in the darkness. Up close, as if we were viewing it from a camebangrson who was sitting on his knee. A pounding bass guitar was playing over everything, and he yelled something that couldn't be heard over it, however, I've seen him say it enough to recognize his mouth making the words: "Fucking love you, Mistress."
"That song," Sue said. "I know it."
"We all do, Sue." Suzy-Q responded. "It is the intro to 'Bloodletting (The Vampire Song)' by Concrete Blonde, which leads me to believe that we are seeing Troy's bachelor party here. Further, the angle suggests that we're seeing it from our own perspective at the time, as Susan was sitting on Troy's knee when these events took place."
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