Iowa | Sunday FT
Jim wasn't experiencing any kind of memory loss. Nope, his memories were all intact and that's how he liked it. What Jim was doing was laying sprawled on his bed, looking up at the ceiling and trying to figure out what he was going to do with his life.
It was something he did often lately and he wondered if this is what an existential crisis felt like. Since leaving the island, he'd kind of just been on automatic pilot, cruising through life on booze and babes and bars. It wasn't a good life and he knew it. It was empty.
There weren't too many things that he could do about it, though. There was college, there was getting a job and there was...Starfleet. The last one had him making a face and scowling at the ceiling. That's what Pike wanted, that's what his dad would have wanted and that's what Jim wanted to avoid.
Still...it was something he knew he'd be good at. Maybe. Or something. Maybe Jim would go out later and drink on it. For awhile.
[NFB but open, if wanted]
It was something he did often lately and he wondered if this is what an existential crisis felt like. Since leaving the island, he'd kind of just been on automatic pilot, cruising through life on booze and babes and bars. It wasn't a good life and he knew it. It was empty.
There weren't too many things that he could do about it, though. There was college, there was getting a job and there was...Starfleet. The last one had him making a face and scowling at the ceiling. That's what Pike wanted, that's what his dad would have wanted and that's what Jim wanted to avoid.
Still...it was something he knew he'd be good at. Maybe. Or something. Maybe Jim would go out later and drink on it. For awhile.
[NFB but open, if wanted]