Star Trek

Ma crunched a bag of chips and walked among them.The street lights have gradually brightened, and the sky is still snowing. Kirk felt cold, colder than any winter.

"It is impossible for any individual not to leave a trace." Kirk shook his head, "Don't tell me about modifications or loopholes or hacking, I don't believe it, I won't believe it. As long as you leave traces, any surface It is also impossible to erase it with the modifications on the surface—a drop of water evaporates from the hot surface, and it cannot be seen or touched by the naked eye, but it still existed, didn’t it?” He met the professor’s gaze sharply , "But you don't have anything. I checked, and there is no information about you in all possible places. You are like... um, you are twenty, right? It seems that you have never It didn't exist. You started everything from entering the Academy last year, which doesn't make sense at all."

"Logic." Spock repeats the word, and smiles because it's so rare, "Vulcans have always embraced the logic of suppressing everything. But existing rationality is always based on the known, and the world... The unknown part is beyond the imagination of the mind."

"I'm not Kant." "It's not agnostic," Spock replied. "I'm just stating the facts. There's so much you can't detect, Kirk."

Kirk clenched his cup tightly: "Among them, including you—" He glanced at the girl who walked in front of them at some point, "Including you?"

"We. A very subjective pronoun." Spock's gaze falls on the same spot as his. Mima took the hat off, letting out her hair, which was too long for a five-year-old girl, and the snow fell on the black waterfall. Spock said abruptly, "Mima won't cut her hair because her Ko-mekh told her it was beautiful."

"Her Ko—" Kirk subconsciously wanted to say that he had never said that before realizing that the one Spock was talking about was not referring to himself, not a random substitute, but the real…

Someone squeezed his heart hard.

"Student." This is the second time Spock has changed his title, the cup of tea in his hand is no longer steaming, "You were born into a happy family."

Kirk is getting tired of his diversions: "I know—"

"You're lucky." Spock cut him off, and this time there was emotion in his tone that he didn't understand. "Please cherish, James Kirk. Precious things are always fragile, and life doesn't start all over again."

Kirk wanted to refute something, and wanted to bring the topic back to his original questioning, but the little girl in front suddenly turned around as if sensing something, and then charged straight at him like a small grenade just like the first time they met.This time Kirk didn't stagger backwards, he caught Mima firmly, firmly.

"Ko-mekh?"

"Ok?"

"Love you, Ko-mekh."

The little guy's sudden confession caught him off guard, Kirk could only let Mima wrap his arms around his waist in a daze, it was a tight hug.He lightly patted the child on the back to comfort her feeling depressed for some reason, while Mima raised her face and whispered, "Ko-mekh, I have a secret to tell you."

"What is it?" He knelt down.

There was a sudden tremor in the back of Kirk's mind that had been taut for a long time, and a bad feeling came out of it - when he saw Mima smiling sadly at him.But he didn't have time to stop it, the little girl leaned close to him, and pressed his cheek with her warm little hands.

"...?"

Before he could make a sound, his consciousness fell into the abyss of chaos.

"Why do we have to erase Ko-mekh's memory?"

"He's gotten so close to the truth that it doesn't help anyone."

"Why should the others forget?"

"We are not a product of this time and space, and it is unreasonable to appear here."

"But that little Ko-mekh..."

"He is still young, and his childhood memories are always vague. I'm sure he will forget it in three to five years."

"So no Ko-mekh can remember me?"

"...because none of them are who you really are."

"When will we find him? I miss him."

"I can't tell you the exact answer. The number of branches of the space-time rift is unimaginably large, and we have only visited a small part of it, perhaps less than 2.27%."

"Are we really going to be able to find Ko-mekh?"

"I believe we will someday."

"Is he waiting for us to find him? I fear Ko-mekh will get lost."

"No need to worry, Mima, you know that the stars will always point in the right direction."

When he woke up, he felt a little cold and shivered. There was a familiar figure in front of him, which was blurred and then gradually became clear.The sky had already dimmed.

"Hey... kid, you're awake." McCoy looked at him worriedly, kneeling on the ground, "I thought something was wrong with you. Did you drink too much? Lying on the street at night, want to I didn't come out..." He picked up the flashing communicator next to it and waved it in front of Kirk's eyes, "Hurry up and call back, do you know that your parents are going crazy? I told them that you will be in tonight I live at home."

Kirk sat up blankly, moved his body, all parts were working smoothly and normally, there was nothing wrong with him, except for the headache.Not just pain, but... like a piece is missing.What is missing?He didn't know, couldn't remember, and no one could tell him.

He sat on the cold ground and called back to his mother, murmured agreement while listening to the anxious scolding on the other end, Akihi's whimpering made him feel empty in his heart inexplicably.After hanging up the phone, McCoy asked him to put him on his shoulders to help him up, and walked towards the flying car waiting beside him.Kirk didn't speak the whole way home, and McCoy gave him an uneasy look every now and then, and McCoy just leaned back quietly in his chair and looked out the window, the lights ahead and the moon overhead.

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30. 【Spirk/Chulu】Lonely Festival

Kirk didn't like spring.

The degree of dislike is precisely disgust: there is too much pollen in spring, and he is allergic to it; spring has the rent of the next quarter and the holiday is far away; there are too many annoying germinations in spring, and the hormones of recovery are rushing in the air.In short, this is a season that needs to start from scratch, a new life after a long freeze, but it is still dead to him.

After three poles in the sun, he finally walked out of the room yawning and wearing slippers. There was a bunch of white flowers on the table that he could not name after the water had just been changed. Then rubbed his nose and hid in the kitchen like the plague, until the smell of flowers was completely replaced by muffins, and he felt better.He took a deep breath, the pollen-free air was really refreshing.

Kirk opened the chair and sat down grandly: "It smells so good. You don't have class today?"

Sulu poured his share from the frying pan into the plate in front of him, and pushed it over: "Only at night." The Asian youth glanced at the wall clock on the wall, "It's half an hour earlier today, progress."

Kirk chuckled: "Occasionally I wake up early."

"If your early morning means ten o'clock." Sulu shrugged, took off his apron and sat down at the table.

"Mmmm. I got a great deal by sharing with you kid. I saved a lot of breakfast money." Kirk ignored his deadpan teasing, poured honey and cream on the muffin, and cut a slice with a knife and fork. Chunky, creamy to lips, "What are you going to do today?"

Sulu stared at his childlike eating, thinking he'd find out later when he looked in the mirror: "Go see Chekov."

"Well, that little genius you met at the Plant Society?"

"Yes. I just found out that he is in the same grade as me, majoring in astrophysics."

"I thought he was much younger than you?" Kirk looked completely unaware that his mouth was full.

Sulu shrugged again: "So why do you call him a genius."

After Kirk finished eating, Sulu collected his plate and threw it in the dishwasher, before buttoning his cuffs. Kirk knew he was going out: "Subway?"

"Ah."

Kirk looked at his phone: "I'll pick you up. I have an appointment with Gaila today."

"Gaila." Sulu thought for a moment, "That your...friend with benefits."

"Friend," Kirk corrected.Although Sulu's wording is not fallacious, "She found a job at the coffee shop next to your school and just happened to give you a ride. I heard it is a new one. Have you been there? How does it taste? Gaila is nothing but in bed. Not very good at it."

"Not friends with benefits." Sulu muttered, and buckled the watch strap, "There is only one new one, Bombay Sapphire. It's the same color as your eyes."

"I know my eyes are blue enough, Gaila loves them." Kirk laughed. "Why would a cafe be called Gin?"

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