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40 Eridani system, Confederacy of Surak, Vulcan home world
Vulcan date – thousands of years after the blessed Surak brought us Enlightenment/Earth date 2241
The full, dark learning centre allowed the students to be able to concentrate on their tasks. Each one stood alone in one of multiple concaves depressed in the floor. On the wall of each individual bowl the screens lit up asking questions, at rapid speed. The faster questions came as fast as the answers. If you were too slow, the screen repeated the mantra, in a soulless Vulkhansu monotone, "This student has brains like a Terran, this student has brains like a Tellarite, this student has brains like an Andorian" and so forth. Neither of the three descriptors were meant as compliments.
No student wanted or expected to hear those remarks. They were the crème de la crème of the 'Vulcan Junior School for potential recruits to the Vulcan Science Academy', the best school in the Confederacy of Surak, if not the whole Federation. After all everyone knew Vulcans were the brainiest and most enlightened beings in the Federation, and they kept it so by not allowing any offworlders as students at this particular school. Who cared that there were 100 impending lawsuits with the Federation Civil Rights commission? Civil rights were illogical!
However there was one young scholar who technically could be counted as non Vulcan since his mother was an alien. Thankfully, the young man displayed not one alien feature on his body, except for his human eyes. They were the same shape and colour as any Vulcan eyes but look a little closer and you could see their expressive nature. No matter, he was still young, the teachers would make a good Vulcan of him yet!
But despite this Vulcan atmosphere for young learners, children will still be children.
"Your score is 100 per cent accurate, Master Spock." The computerised tutor, completed its task, powering the results to the young boy's teacher. At this rate he would be graduating before his was even 14! What an achievement for a Halfling! However some of his peers were not so impressed by the young male.
"I presume," he declared with resignation, "that you have prepared new insults for today?"
The first adolescent, S'Tupeed was his name, known as the dimwit of Shi'kahr, or so Spock considered him, responded.
"Look at his eyes they are so human."
Another boy joined in, "You are neither Human or Vulcan so have no place in the galaxy. You are nothing more than an illogical experiment."
Spock held back his sigh as he replied. "This is your thirty fifth attempt to get an emotional response from me. You will not succeed."
The boys looked at one another, 35 times and no response, perhaps their tactic needed to change. The leader of the group, Stonn the tallest boy, then uttered the words that changed the rules of their little experiment forever.
"Your mother is a human whore and your father is a traitor for marrying her. She is nothing more than a lok sucker."
That did it, the young boy Spock, reached into the deep pockets of his gown and drew out a phaser. A brilliant light erupted from the instrument of doom, each boy was struck at point blank range with the weapon, collapsing on the floor, they lay still as a puddle of yellow seeped from under their clothes.
The teachers in the learning centre rushed over as Vulcanly as possible, their cultural control wrestling with looks of horror.
"Master Spock, what have you done?" his lead tutor demanded.
"They are not dead, Teacher Tuvok, only unconscious. When they awake they will have an intense headache for 3.5 days. And their bladder control will resume after one week."
Of course disciplinary action had to be taken on all the boys, especially Master Spock. Ambassador Sarek was not pleased at the lack of control his son displayed. The Lady Amanda was not pleased at her husband's displeasure. And Spock was not pleased that the phaser had jammed on the stun setting. He had set it to kill. He would demand a refund from HF Mudd Enterprises – online galactic trader.
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Somewhere in another reality, the Guardian of Forever clapped "Nice one, Spock!"
Author's Notes
Ok I know this one is a bit on the dark side...
This story is a parody, inspired by the novelisation of Star Trek if you find that I have insulted the holy grail of 'Star Trek' then too bad stop reading now…..