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Fic: Observations, Ch 247
Star Trek

The mad girl’s corpse.

They have no match for the mad girl’s corpse.

Starships have no facilities designed to hold cadavers.  They transported her remains to a starbase where they did all necessary tests and attempted to identify her.

They cannot even determine what species she is.  Certainly humanoid.  Part Betazoid, perhaps.  The telepathic ability.  Certainly an experiment.  A composite made of the genetic material of at least fourteen different species.

Someone will write a paper on this.

In the space of minds, we met and instead of starving and bloody eyed, she was swaying and clear.  She spoke with her voice.

Gift you give I.  Hope from slave, two mites from widow woman.  All that I have—small weak words.  But remember me, for gift you give I.

Her words.  All I can think of are her words.

I do not want to remember.


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This arc began with Spock's reflection on memories and their meaning. Spock is a Vulcan with eidetic memory. How terrible that he no longer wants to remember at all.

The mad, broken girl might be your most indelible creation in my mind. I can't stop thinking about her.

There is something so haunting about the mad girl. I imagine her as dreamlike and ghostly, yet eerily real. I find myself wanting to know so much more about her.

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