A huge thank you to my wonderful beta Ruth (lydiacries on tumblr, go follow her). This is my first fic but I'm working on a big huge fic which will start uploading in a couple of weeks, probably (I want to get ahead with chapters first).
Thanks for reading, I hope you like it :)
Second and final chapter will be here by the end of the week! ~~~ My work is also on AO3 under the same name.

"Keptin, take a look at zis!" came the awe-filled voice of Chekov.

Kirk ran his fingers through his golden hair and sauntered over to where Chekov, Sulu, and Scotty were crowded around a single PADD.

"What is it?" he yawned. It was their down time before Gamma shift, and he wanted to sleep. Desperately. The only reason he was in the recreation room and not continuously hitting the snooze button in his own quarters right then was because he had stayed late into the Ceta shift and simply didn't have the time.

"It's a...," started Sulu and turned to Chekov with furrowed eyebrows. "What did you say it was called again?"

"A vebsite, sir. From ze 'Internet'."

"Tha's right Captain it's incredible. Han't been touched in o'er 150 years," added Scotty, slapping Chekov on the back in appreciation. "The lad's definitely a keeper, sir," he said, beaming at the sheepish-looking Ensign.

"It's nothink, really. All you hef to do is configure the internal annex of ze c-,"

"I'm sorry, I seem to be a little bit lost here," interrupted Kirk, rubbing his eyes. "I thought that the Internet became obsolete about a century ago."

"It has," Kirk jumped at the smooth, emotionless voice of his First Officer having just entered the room moments before. "Ever since the introduction of the online databases that are currently in use, there has been no need for the 'Internet'," he continued as he walked seamlessly over to the group. "But this is rather interesting, Ensign. Which web platform have you encountered?"

Chekov turned back to his PADD, squinting at the screen. "A vebsite with ze name 'Tvee-ter'."

"A website called what?" asked Kirk, momentarily unable to sort out the young crewmember's accent.

"Tvee-ter, sir."

"I think he's trying to say Twitter," offered Sulu, giving an encouraging nudge to his friend.
"Awesome, what was it for?" asked Kirk.

"It vas a 'social netvorking' site where people vent to… share zeir thoughts I guess."

Obviously the actual purpose of this website is a bit unclear, but nevertheless, it was an amazing discovery. Here was an opportunity to peek into their ancestor's recorded thoughts and feelings, completely untouched for over one hundred and fifty years. Kirk noticed that Spock must have been having a similar revelation as he was leaning in, curiosity piqued. He wondered what the humans of one and a half centuries had to say...

"'My thoughts are avocados I cannot fathom into guacamole'."

Kirk's head snapped towards Spock so fast, he's fairly certain he heard something crack.

Scotty, having recovered first, shifted uncomfortably in his chair but nevertheless ventured forward, "Would you...would you care to repeat tha, Commander?"

"Fascinating," Spock breathed.

"Sir?"

"Utterly... fascinating."

Kirk, realizing that his first officer, his Vulcan first officer, was just reading from the PADD and hasn't in fact finally lost his mind, relaxed.

Spock swiftly collected himself and turned to the gobsmacked ensign. Though at this point they've all realized that those... unusual string of words weren't concocted by Spock, it was still quite shocking to hear him say something like... well, that. If Kirk was honest with himself he'd say it was worth it just for the 'guacamole'.

"Mr. Chekov, are you able to repeat the procedure?"

"Yes, Commander. May I ask-"

"Then I request the same configuration for mine," said Spock, cutting him off. Then, with his hands neatly folded behind his back, he departed deep in thought.

"Well that was interesting," said Kirk after a moment of silence, "But I have to go. Gamma shift starts in 5 and I still want to drop by the cafeteria to replicate a coffee." He briefly wondered if he could hack the machine to give him double the recommended amount of caffeine. He exited the room mentally kicking himself for working overtime so much.

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