-13- [Voice]

[ourlastbesthope]

[Now that he's more coherent, you get another science lesson, Barge. Enjoy.]

The speed of light is about 300,000 kilometers per second [Sigh.] That's really, really fast. But it's still not fast enough for us to keep track of stars and planets in real time. [Have a bit of pained sounds as he shifts around.] When we see a star, even one very close to

Comments

[with_discipline]

You speak as if humans are the only ones would could possibly notice.

[ourlastbesthope]

You're missing the point.

[with_discipline]

You seem to be mourning the fact that no one would notice, when that is not the case. If that is not so, what is your point?

[ourlastbesthope]

Mourning? [But that doesn't make sense, crazy logic lady.]

Perception. It's about perception.

[timesbureaucrat]

I agree with T'Pol. Humans might not notice, but you aren't the only race capable of cosmic observation. And given that it takes you four years to see something that happens right under your nose, I daresay you're not the best observers either.

[ourlastbesthope]

[Sigh] Like I told her. You're missing the point.

[timesbureaucrat]

Then you don't make your point very well. All I saw was a human-centric monologue wrapped up in a bit of elementary physics.

[Narvin, of course, *never* acts or speaks in a way that's Gallifrey-centric...]

[ourlastbesthope]

Elementary phy- [Groan...death toll paaaain.]

Then you saw wrong.

[rass_bestie]

[Half now to prove that not everybody is oblivious to the emotional meaning behind the words.] Stars, are never truly destroyed. Like all else, they merely change form.

[ourlastbesthope]

But then they cease to become stars.

[rass_bestie]

They maintain their gravitational pull. Uncounted eons could go by, and new eyes would look upon it and can say 'there was a star here'. Change happens, new replaces old, but scars remain, reminders of what once was, omens of what will be.

[ourlastbesthope]

[A while later.]

A strange mixture of philosophical and scientific.

[fortytwoseconds]

But we're not on Earth. Some stars are probably a lot closer here than they would be there.

[ourlastbesthope]

....also not the point.

[fortytwoseconds]

I thought you were upset that nobody would notice the stars exploding.

[ourlastbesthope]

I'm not upset. It was an observation.

[Spaaam]

[victimofnoone]

[Hayley knew when Capa was moved closer to her. She had spent the majority of the next few hours laying on her side, facing away from him, pretending to be asleep. The girl was drugged and not entirely coherent, but conscious enough to worry that she might say things she didn't want to say in this condition. Her neck ached, her throat felt dry, and both wrists burned with throbbing pain, even on the drugs. Never mind the nausea

[Spaaam]

[ourlastbesthope]

[Capa noticed the movement and sat up a bit. His major pain was in his head, as nothing else really hurt. The pain had been so severe the past two days that it had become impossible for him to focus on any one thought, save to bring her back.]

Hayley. You're awake. [His tone implied that it was not a question.]

[Spaaam]

[victimofnoone]

[Hayley stiffened, then curled more tightly into a ball. She still faced away from him, but swallowed and forced her voice loud enough to enable him to hear.]

And?

[Spaaam]

[ourlastbesthope]

And...I'm glad. [He couldn't see anyone in nearby range, so he propped himself up even more and gripped the sides of the bed to keep upright. The pain in his head was enough to make him nauseous, but he could handle it.]

How are you feeling?