026: VISUAL [ nothing is forever, there's got to be something better than in the middle ]
This broadcast is not accidental, although it may seem like that's the case. Max is sitting at her kitchen counter, an empty glass cradled in her hands and a bottle containing a bright blue liquid sitting nearby. She's staring at the counter top, not really looking at anything in particular, and it's a significant amount of time, probably a few minutes, until she finally looks up and addresses the tablet.
"To anyone who knew him, Jim Kirk was sent home today."
She draws in a deep breath, then looks at the camera a moment longer, as if she wants to say something else, but at the last minute she changes her mind. She sets the glass in front of her, unscrews the to of the bottle, and pours herself a generous amount of the liquid. The glass is raised and a mouthful of the liquid is swallowed down, the potency of it making her cough and stare into the glass with some surprise.
"Good," she mutters under her breath, and then she remembers that the tablet is still recording her and reaches forward to turn it off.
"To anyone who knew him, Jim Kirk was sent home today."
She draws in a deep breath, then looks at the camera a moment longer, as if she wants to say something else, but at the last minute she changes her mind. She sets the glass in front of her, unscrews the to of the bottle, and pours herself a generous amount of the liquid. The glass is raised and a mouthful of the liquid is swallowed down, the potency of it making her cough and stare into the glass with some surprise.
"Good," she mutters under her breath, and then she remembers that the tablet is still recording her and reaches forward to turn it off.