Curse bubbles_san and her plotbunnies
For some weird Star Trek (Original Series) fic, just...
He had just heard the computer voice-print of the new starship class. Starfleet liked to have their longest-serving Vulcan officer look things over, as he provided a perspective they didn't have, and he enjoyed the straightforward science of it, the return to his first speciality. He found himself disturbed, as he couldn't help but be reminded of Nurse Chapel. He'd have to run a more precise analysis later, but he estimated a ninety-eight percent probability of its being a perfect match. Strange, but coincidence could not be ruled out in a vast universe. He moved on to test the interface, his serene mask unruffled.
He knew that he would have to resign from Starfleet. That the computer spoke with the voice of an old colleague who'd once had a crush on him would not, of course, be the given reason - the deaths and retirements amongst his original shipmates would serve adequately, with the advantage of being partially true. Ambassadorial duties were also taking increasing amounts of his time.
Of course, this necessitated starship travel, but as a civilian with his own ship he could upgrade the warp-core and keep the present computer interface. Eccentric, but acceptable in one of the galaxy's more able ambassadors. His father would naturally understand. His mother might even have been pleased. It was far from a new thought, but... they burned so brightly, these humans. So fiercely, and yet their candles were so brief. No, he would have to resign. It was inappropriate for him to be constantly exposed to a computerised voice that left him strangely... wistful.
There. I don't think it really needs further expansion, but expanded, polished and posted. And hopefully in-character.
He had just heard the computer voice-print of the new starship class. Starfleet liked to have their longest-serving Vulcan officer look things over, as he provided a perspective they didn't have, and he enjoyed the straightforward science of it, the return to his first speciality. He found himself disturbed, as he couldn't help but be reminded of Nurse Chapel. He'd have to run a more precise analysis later, but he estimated a ninety-eight percent probability of its being a perfect match. Strange, but coincidence could not be ruled out in a vast universe. He moved on to test the interface, his serene mask unruffled.
He knew that he would have to resign from Starfleet. That the computer spoke with the voice of an old colleague who'd once had a crush on him would not, of course, be the given reason - the deaths and retirements amongst his original shipmates would serve adequately, with the advantage of being partially true. Ambassadorial duties were also taking increasing amounts of his time.
Of course, this necessitated starship travel, but as a civilian with his own ship he could upgrade the warp-core and keep the present computer interface. Eccentric, but acceptable in one of the galaxy's more able ambassadors. His father would naturally understand. His mother might even have been pleased. It was far from a new thought, but... they burned so brightly, these humans. So fiercely, and yet their candles were so brief. No, he would have to resign. It was inappropriate for him to be constantly exposed to a computerised voice that left him strangely... wistful.
There. I don't think it really needs further expansion, but expanded, polished and posted. And hopefully in-character.