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A Ghost in Every Machine

Posted on 21 Mar 2014 @ 3:19pm by Lieutenant Teth Miir

422 words; about a 2 minute read

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This is Teth Miir's personal log. Mission day Nine.

Sometimes I have this dream where I am in a massive, towering skyscraper. Everyone is rushing to get to the top because it is filling from the bottom up with poison gas. As we climb the staircases to each level, huge pieces of the floor drop out into an endless abyss below us. People keep falling in them but I keep moving. I hear them screaming all the way down and am terrified of meeting the same fate and I am always anxious of the ever rising gas. After much struggle, I make it to the top spire. It has a hatch that goes to a small roof area. When I climb out onto the roof, I see that the spire is alone in what seemed to be an endless ocean thick with violent storms. Knowing that death awaited me if I went back inside, I instead throw myself off of it. As I fall, I feel so... at peace with everything. And then I feel the impact when I slam into the surface of the sea, it's intense but nothing hurts. I die on impact and find myself awake in my bunk as usual.

This mission has left me feeling apprehensive. I know ghosts aren't real. But what happened that night on Vulcan? A product of a guilty conscience? I don't feel guilt over it. Perhaps my subconscious thinks I should feel remorse.

There is so much more could feel remorse over, but I don't. I regret nothing.

I have been considering never returning to Earth. Every time I go there, it ends badly for me. I love Germany and my family and my childhood home. But there are just too many reminders of a time I would prefer to forget.

It's bad enough I have these fracking implants. I can hear the voices sometimes. Of everyone who lost their lives so the Borg could develop their technology. It's as if even the tiniest nanite is aware of the knowledge of the collection. And now they sit there, dormant and buried in my skull. But sometimes I can hear them screaming. Sometimes I can hear faint music.

I am supposed to be meeting with Evek in a couple of hours. He said he has something he would like to show me. So really, I can only imagine what he has in store. I am sure it will be nothing if not interesting.

End log.

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