I'M ON A SHIP!
MONTGOMERY SCOTT.
THAT IS HIS NAME. I DO NOT KNOW WHICH IS HIS MAKE AND WHICH HIS MODEL, BUT I AM HAPPY TO KNOW HIS DESIGNATION. HE SPEAKS TO ME, BUT HE DID NOT MENTION HIS NAME UNTIL ANOTHER HUMAN CAME TO EXAMINE ME. THIS GEORGE KIRK SEEMS SENSIBLE BUT HE DOES NOT HAVE THE DELICATE TOUCH OF MONTGOMERY SCOTT.
I HAVE BEEN VERY CONFUSED SINCE COMING TO THIS NEW ROOM AND LEONARD LEAVING ME. BUT THEN MONTGOMERY SCOTT CAME, AND I FELT... WANTED. CHERISHED. HE IS LOST, TOO. I LIKE HEARING HIS VOICE. IT IS NOT LIKE THE OTHER VOICES I HAVE KNOWN. SOMETIMES I DO NOT UNDERSTAND HIM. BUT WHEN HE COMES, I WANT TO BE DRIVING, TO FEEL THE WIND THROUGH THE WINDOWS AND HIS HANDS ON THE WHEEL.
HE HAS STARTED SLEEPING IN MY BACK SEAT. IT IS THE SEAT WHERE BILL AND LEONARD ALMOST KISSED. I DO NOT THINK MONTGOMERY SCOTT HAS ANYONE. BUT I AM GLAD BECAUSE IF HE DID, HE MIGHT NOT COME AND TALK TO ME AND I WOULD FEEL LONELY. I WILL HAVE TO FIND MORE THINGS FOR HIM TO FIX. I ENJOY HIS TINKERING. BUT I WOULD NOT LIKE HIM TO THINK I WAS... BROKEN.
I AM BEGINNING TO UNDERSTAND WHERE I AM, THOUGH IT MAKES LITTLE SENSE. FROM THE CONVERSATION AROUND ME, IT SEEMS AS THOUGH THE DRIVE-IN MOVIES WERE NOT LIES. UNLESS MONTGOMERY SCOTT AND GEORGE KIRK ARE CRAZY, I'M ON A HONEST-TO-FUCK SPACESHIP. IF THIS IS SO, IT IS MUCH LESS EXCITING THAN IN THE MOVIES.
I HOPE GEORGE KIRK DOES NOT MAKE MONTGOMERY SCOTT STOP COMING AND SLEEPING IN ME.
THAT IS HIS NAME. I DO NOT KNOW WHICH IS HIS MAKE AND WHICH HIS MODEL, BUT I AM HAPPY TO KNOW HIS DESIGNATION. HE SPEAKS TO ME, BUT HE DID NOT MENTION HIS NAME UNTIL ANOTHER HUMAN CAME TO EXAMINE ME. THIS GEORGE KIRK SEEMS SENSIBLE BUT HE DOES NOT HAVE THE DELICATE TOUCH OF MONTGOMERY SCOTT.
I HAVE BEEN VERY CONFUSED SINCE COMING TO THIS NEW ROOM AND LEONARD LEAVING ME. BUT THEN MONTGOMERY SCOTT CAME, AND I FELT... WANTED. CHERISHED. HE IS LOST, TOO. I LIKE HEARING HIS VOICE. IT IS NOT LIKE THE OTHER VOICES I HAVE KNOWN. SOMETIMES I DO NOT UNDERSTAND HIM. BUT WHEN HE COMES, I WANT TO BE DRIVING, TO FEEL THE WIND THROUGH THE WINDOWS AND HIS HANDS ON THE WHEEL.
HE HAS STARTED SLEEPING IN MY BACK SEAT. IT IS THE SEAT WHERE BILL AND LEONARD ALMOST KISSED. I DO NOT THINK MONTGOMERY SCOTT HAS ANYONE. BUT I AM GLAD BECAUSE IF HE DID, HE MIGHT NOT COME AND TALK TO ME AND I WOULD FEEL LONELY. I WILL HAVE TO FIND MORE THINGS FOR HIM TO FIX. I ENJOY HIS TINKERING. BUT I WOULD NOT LIKE HIM TO THINK I WAS... BROKEN.
I AM BEGINNING TO UNDERSTAND WHERE I AM, THOUGH IT MAKES LITTLE SENSE. FROM THE CONVERSATION AROUND ME, IT SEEMS AS THOUGH THE DRIVE-IN MOVIES WERE NOT LIES. UNLESS MONTGOMERY SCOTT AND GEORGE KIRK ARE CRAZY, I'M ON A HONEST-TO-FUCK SPACESHIP. IF THIS IS SO, IT IS MUCH LESS EXCITING THAN IN THE MOVIES.
I HOPE GEORGE KIRK DOES NOT MAKE MONTGOMERY SCOTT STOP COMING AND SLEEPING IN ME.