Fairytale

Posted on 30 May 2012 @ 7:29am by Commander Andreus Kohl
Edited on 30 May 2012 @ 7:31am

387 words; about a 2 minute read

Andreus Kohl's personal log, supplemental.

My dad is dead.

It doesn't sound real, does it?

It sounds like a collection of vowels and consonants strung together in two feet of iambic pentameter. It's just a noise being made by my vocal chords, but it's not words, right? It's not real words? I'm afraid I've said it to myself too many times. The words have stopped meaning anything. It's just noise. But I still can't believe it.

. . . I should be eating something. It's almost seventeen-hundred hours. I need to be back in sickbay soon. My first shift. I should be eating something, instead of sitting in the dark of my quarters and talking to myself.

Talking to myself. I'm glad to be off starbase one-five-two; I'll tell you that for free, computer. I've never met such an anti-social collection of scientists and Starfleet personnel. It's like they were anxious, it's like they were in a hurry to be rid of me. As soon as I was dropped off by my transport ship, my connecting vessel couldn't come fast enough as far as they were concerned. I can't imagine why.

Eager for me to leave. Ha. Now that sounds like my father. No, actually, no, I can't make that claim. It's been two years since I spoke with him. I don't know what he sounds like anymore. Can I even remember his voice? Why can't I remember his voice? I haven't heard him since-- Not since that shore le-- no, no it was the ambush set up by Riordan. He wanted me to forgive them. Heh.

My dad is dead. Died in a stupid shuttle craft on a stupid world inhospitable to transporters. Stupid.

. . . In all the Argelian fairy tales from before the Great Awakening, the heroes and heroines were orphans. They were always orphans. Their parents were dead. When the story began, the hero's life was a misery living in the dreary world of his parents' making. It was only after the hero loses his parents that his quest can begin. The death of the parent allows adventure and victory and riches and colour into the hero's life.

The hero is always an orphan in Argelian fairy tales. His real life can't begin until he murders his parents.

Now I'll never get my chance.

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