Title: JAMES, T. Kirk

Summary: After the destruction of the Kelvin, Wynona looses Jim to UIDS (Unexplainable Infant Death Syndrome), unable to cope with the loss, she buys a 3rd generation android off the black market. With her death JAMES is free and no one knows that he's not 'human'.

Chapter One: First Memory Bank

"Can you hear me?" He looked up. Mud and dirt smeared over his features, but his eyes were as sharp as ever, looking for the next threat. The medic didn't flinch though. JAMES was the last of nine survivors, he was the last to be interviewed, and then most likely made obselete.

Third Generation AI's like him were still illegal. "Yes. Are you going to kill me now?" he asked, looking behind the medic, towards the starfleet officer with greying hair.

Suprisingly this question did make the medic flinch.

"Now why would you think that?" the Starfleet official asked, shooing the medic out of the room.

"Because," JAMES began, glancing out towards space, not wanting to see his grim reaper. "I am a Third Generation AX/40 Android, and therefore an illegally opperating AI."

"True enough, but that law actually only applys to your owner, you don't shoot the Mongoose just because its owner doesn't have a permit."

JAMES stared at the man with a small degree of hope. "Does that mean...that I...I'm free?"

But the man didn't answer him, but neither did he break eye contact. "Can you give me the name of your owner?"

JAMES didn't say anything. He analyzed what the man was telling him. What he wasn't telling him. "Your lying to me." He responded finally with a frown.

"I haven't lied."

"Then your not telling me the whole truth. What do you want?"

"The name of your owner."

"Don't play games with me, I'll win."

"Command Prompt, Nominclature Two."

JAMES smiled at him, not a sound passing through his lips. The man looked shocked. "I told you I would win. Now what do you want?" JAMES looked back out towards space. "My owner is to obviously be imprissoned, but what will happen to me?" If the man trully desired the inforamtion he could just have security come in and hold him down, ordering the medic to come back in to rip open his chest plate, or he could do the honors himself.

"I have a propisition for you. Enlist in Starfleet."

JAMES turned back around with a glare. "Starfleet does not employ androids."

"Yet."

JAMES frowned. "Explain."

"I had no intention of recruiting an Android when I voluntered to be on the relief team. I had no intention to ever run into one. But seeing you now, it makes me think. The laws on AIs' have recently begun to change. You could help further them." The Officer explained. "You'd be an asset to the team of whatever ship your on. You speak over three hundred languages and can be programmed for more, making you a perfect Xenolinguistic canidate alone."

'TO BOLDLY GO WHERE NO MAN HAS GONE BEFORE'

'Goerge was the captain of the Kelvin for eight seconds, and he saved eight hundred lives including our sons and mine...,' Winona smiled, a tear leaking from the corner of her eye.

"What if...I wanted to be a Captain?" he whispered.

"If you put in the time. Four years of Starfleet, seven or more on a flagship, then maybe..." The man answered.

"Winona Kirk,"

"What?" The man asked, clearly shocked.

"My owner, her name is Winona, Winona Kirk." JAMES repeated.

"What is your name?" the man asked, his green eyes searching JAMES face for something.

"JAMES. My name is JAMES Tiberius Kirk."

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