Babylon Kyle
Last night I had a dream. I will jot it down for you all. It would help if you were familiar with Babylon 5 (spoilers to come), the J. Michael Stracsynskiertynasggg penned space opera.
In the dream I am President John Sheridan, former Commander of the Babylon 5 space station. There was recently an assassination of a high profile diplomat by an Asian assassin. She blew her victim out the airlock, into the cold, airless vacuum of space. I'm there to clandestinely search for her.
I see my friend Kyle Smith (yes Mow Kyle) with the assassin and I fear the worst. As I follow from afar in the interest of catching the assassin at the opportune moments (when she exposes her identity, but still in time to save Kyle), I am interrupted by a crowd of angry ambassadors, angrily asking me what I intend to do about the assassin on the loose. The crowd, their prattling, and my desire not to alarm the assassin too early keep me from getting to my friend in time, and then they're gone. As I realize there's no way to get to him in time, the certainty that he's met his fate outside the airlock is inescapable. There's only one thing to do.
I pull up along the city streets in the rain, my car old and dillapidated, the last thing one would expect the President of the Alliance to be driving. Why I was in a car in the Babylon 5 universe, I can't tell you, but I was. I pull alongside another more fancy looking car. Michael Garibaldi steps out. I'm not 100% but I'm pretty sure that when the series ended he went on to be in charge of security for the alliance or something along those lines. So that's why I'm there to see him.
I go to hug him but he holds me back and says, "we're friends. A handshake is enough." I then explain to him the deal with Kyle, and how I wanted his people to try and save him, but that now time had probably run out. He tells me maybe there's still time, that there had been great leaps forward in medicine in the last few years. But it's not enough. Mow is gone.
And then the dream, like so many others, lacks a conclusion.
In the dream I am President John Sheridan, former Commander of the Babylon 5 space station. There was recently an assassination of a high profile diplomat by an Asian assassin. She blew her victim out the airlock, into the cold, airless vacuum of space. I'm there to clandestinely search for her.
I see my friend Kyle Smith (yes Mow Kyle) with the assassin and I fear the worst. As I follow from afar in the interest of catching the assassin at the opportune moments (when she exposes her identity, but still in time to save Kyle), I am interrupted by a crowd of angry ambassadors, angrily asking me what I intend to do about the assassin on the loose. The crowd, their prattling, and my desire not to alarm the assassin too early keep me from getting to my friend in time, and then they're gone. As I realize there's no way to get to him in time, the certainty that he's met his fate outside the airlock is inescapable. There's only one thing to do.
I pull up along the city streets in the rain, my car old and dillapidated, the last thing one would expect the President of the Alliance to be driving. Why I was in a car in the Babylon 5 universe, I can't tell you, but I was. I pull alongside another more fancy looking car. Michael Garibaldi steps out. I'm not 100% but I'm pretty sure that when the series ended he went on to be in charge of security for the alliance or something along those lines. So that's why I'm there to see him.
I go to hug him but he holds me back and says, "we're friends. A handshake is enough." I then explain to him the deal with Kyle, and how I wanted his people to try and save him, but that now time had probably run out. He tells me maybe there's still time, that there had been great leaps forward in medicine in the last few years. But it's not enough. Mow is gone.
And then the dream, like so many others, lacks a conclusion.