Chapter 10

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'You should not have come to my aid, Geordi' Data said as he helped the chief engineer to his feet. 'I do not think that this will end well.'

Staring blindly in the yellow-eyed android's direction, Geordi said, 'That's what friends are for, Data. They're there for you in the good times . . . and the bad.'

'Here, I believe that I can help you with that,' Data said, gently removing Geordi's visor. He made a few adjustments, then put it back in place. 'You should be able to see, now.'

'Whoa!' La Forge breathed, taking in the content of his newly-restored sight. 'Data, are you getting any of this?'

'If you are referring to the manner in which this . . . "reality", for lack of a better word . . .is constructed, then yes, I am able to see it for what it is.'

'If I didn't know better, I'd say it's one giant computer,' La Forge said, kneeling down to explore the "floor" of the space they occupied.

Data frowned at that. 'Can it not be said that life as we know it is a form of computer? Or the human brain, for that matter?'

'Not like this,' Geordi replied. 'Those things are life first, computers second. Although,' he conceded slowly, 'you might say that DNA is both simultaneously.'

'That has been my thinking exactly,' Data said. 'I believe that both the entity and its world are natural expressions of calculations, the difference between the two being that the entity's calculations are ongoing, whereas the artifact seems to be the result of those calculations. Which raises an interesting question, one I have been devoting considerable thought to. Is the artifact a result of the primitive thinking of the entity, or did the nature of the artifact somehow give rise to the entity's existence?'

'If it's a "chicken and egg" scenario, then I believe the egg came first,' Geordi replied, taking something from his pocket.

'What is that?' Data asked him.

'Something that may help us find the answers,' Geordi told him, holding it up for the android's inspection. 'I've got some microchips here, plus a lot of data. They should allow you to be able to interact directly with the entity.'

At that moment the proto-being in question was little more than an unmoving, pulsing shape.

Before La Forge could ask, Data said, 'I believe that the entity is engaged in transporting this place, either away from what it perceives as danger, or toward some sort of destination. Its current preoccupation should afford us time enough to install the interface mechanism and programmes.'

'There's a big risk involved, Data,' Geordi told him, gesturing with the microchips for emphasis. 'I've fixed things so that the entity can't overload your neural net, but the big danger is that the entity may be too complex for you to withstand. Now, one of the programmes is designed to act like a safety valve, allowing you to control how much information will be going in and out at the same time. So to be on the safe side, don't lose sight of that programme at any time, or you may risk being assimilated into the entity's computational matrix.'

'I am aware of the risks involved, Geordi,' Data replied as though well-aware of what was involved. 'But you know as well as I that there is no other choice in the matter.'

'Yes, well . . .' Geordi said awkwardly, 'just be careful. We . . . I wouldn't want to lose you.'

'I will be as careful as I may,' Data told him. He considered the entity a moment, then said, 'It is time. We must act swiftly, as there is no telling how long the entity will remain distracted.'

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'It's sealed,' the captain said when he broke off communications with the ship. 'Scans show that there are apparently a number of interconnected chambers within the pyramid structure itself, but that there is no way to access them from the outside.' Assembled before him in the slanting sun were his remaining senior officers.

'Then we may as well beam the away teams back to the ship and use the transporters to beam our way in,' Riker said.

'Mr Worf?' the captain asked his chief of security.

'Agreed,' the big Klingon rumbled. 'It is doubtful that we will require more than one away team once we are inside the structure. Since the interior of the structure appears to be deserted,' he said with emphasis on the word "appears", 'we should be able to assume control using minimum force.'

'Jean-Luc, we have no idea what's in there,' Beverly put in. 'If it takes those things,' she nodded toward the massive sentinels, 'to keep whatever is in there inside, then we could find ourselves face-to-face with something extremely dangerous.'

The captain looked to Deanna, who seemed lost in thought as she considered the great structure. 'What is it, Counsellor? Are you sensing something within?'

'There is something,' she replied vaguely and shook her head. 'But I'm not sure what it is.'

'Does it feel like a threat?' the captain asked her.

'All I can tell you is that it is in a state of waiting,' she replied carefully. 'Beyond that, I don't get any sense of its character.'

The captain sighed. 'All right. Have the away teams beamed back to the ship,' he said to his first officer. 'In the meantime, let's give this some thought. Then, once the away teams are out of danger, let's beam inside and see what we're up against.'

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Geordi was never comfortable seeing Data in any state of disassemblage and especially disliked seeing the android's positronic brain hacked into like a jerry-rigged home-electronics project, but at least he had the comfort of being able to install the parts and close him up again.

'This is very intriguing,' Data said the moment his head was closed up, his yellow eyes full of interest. 'I am witness to a type of information processing never before encountered.' After a few moments he added, 'Though I am not yet fully engaged, the entity does not yet seem aware of me. Perhaps its consciousness is too rudimentary to comprehend what is happening.'

'Don't count on it, Data!' Geordi warned. 'It's plenty aware if it's on the run.'

'Threat avoidance in itself is not a sign of intelligence,' Data rejoined, 'but I will take your concern into consideration as I broaden my connexion to the entity's information-processing matrix.'

'Take it slow!' Geordi reminded him.

'This is interesting,' Data said, in a way that indicated he was observing a singular phenomenon. 'Much of the data stream is engaged in processing itself. I would speculate that this is what gave rise to the entity's self-awareness. In this manner it knows the world around it just as it knows itself, in such a way that there is no division between the two. This is a case of existence itself literally possessing self-awareness . . . which raises some fascinating speculation.'

'You're saying this thing is God?' Geordi blurted incredulously.

Frowning, Data replied, 'If one assumes that a self-aware existence constitutes God, I suppose one could offer such an assertion. However, one must remember that existence gave rise to this consciousness and not the other way around. In that sense, the entity is no different from any of us . . . except for the fact that it is plugged into its entire universe.

'I am going to probe a little deeper, now. This is only the tip of the iceberg, so to speak.'

'Careful, Data,' Geordi reminded unnecessarily, giving in to nerves. 'Remember what's under the water.'

After an interminably long silence, during which Geordi almost began doing things to vie for the android's attention, Data came out of a seemingly trance-like state and said, 'I was afraid of this. There is nothing beyond but the data-stream itself. I have only two choices: to step into the current, as it were, allowing myself to be carried along with the current, or to do nothing.'

'Then I'd say "do nothing"', Geordi said without hesitation.

'Unfortunately, that does not appear to be an option,' Data told his companion. 'Because it is not entirely certain than the entity and its world can be destroyed, and because we do not know the consequences of such an act if we were to prove successful, and because only by establishing some sort of meaningful communication with the entity can we hope to gain some form of control over its actions, I would say that there is but one option: to do as I am doing and hope for the best.'

'Data . . .'

'I know, Geordi. There is a good chance that something, perhaps everything, may go wrong with this attempt. That as a result, we may never see each other again. I will say goodbye now, just in case. Goodbye, Geordi.'

La Forge was about to speak when he realised that the essential being that was Data had withdrawn and no longer lay behind those yellow eyes, which had become as lifeless and blank as a child's marbles.

In the same instant, the entity seemed to come sharply into focus and took on recognisable features, thought they were as black as obsidian-

'Data!'

No, not Data. It was something else entirely. Something monstrous.

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'Q! What are you doing here?' Captain Picard demanded as his away team materialised within the gigantic pyramid.

'I can't have you thinking that I'm a complete coward, now can I?' the troublesome being said with his habitual insolent insouciance. 'The fate of all of existence lies here within these walls. How can I not at least watch?'

As he spoke, the beasts from Seagram's planet materialised out of the transporter shimmer. As Picard had hoped, they seemed to know exactly what to do, where to go.

The captain almost groaned out loud as Q now appeared in African safari garb. He was saved the trouble of commenting on the inappropriateness of such childish behaviour when the great animals surged forward, glowing sensory organs in their heads dimly illuminating what appeared to be a tunnel.

'Whoa! I didn't know they could do that,' Seagram said as he, Raya and little Sunshine hurried to keep up. 'They're lighting the way for our benefit. They can see in complete darkness.'

Worf and Commander Riker exchanged a look. Both were carrying light beacons.

'I will bring mine along, just in case,' the big Klingon rumbled mistrustfully, clipping his to his belt.

'I think I will too,' Riker echoed, doing the same.

'Me three,' Beverly quipped.

'I guess it would be pretty lame if I were to say "me four",' Deanna added with an attempt at a smirk that didn't work very well to conceal her fear.

'This place is ancient . . . extremely ancient,' the captain muttered, taking the time to scan their surroundings with his tricorder.

'The all-seeing, all-knowing Q is at a loss to explain its history to you,' Q muttered with uncharacteristic wonder in his voice, 'because this place has been around since before there was an all-seeing, all-knowing Q. I've never encountered a real enigma before. It had better be worth the suspense.'

Riker was stopped from making a sarcastic response by the very real fear his saw on Q's face.

Just then, the little company came to an abrupt halt, startled by the sudden oppressive silence that seemed to beat on the air around them. Then, a sound reached their ears, an echo of something far-off.

'Why have we stopped?' Worf muttered after several long angst-filled moments.

'Because,' Q answered in a voice full of dread, 'whatever is down there is coming this way, and it doesn't sound like it will be happy to see us.'

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'What the hell!'

Geordi was abruptly thrown to his feet as the artifact vanished around them, leaving him alone with the glistening black thing that looked like a grotesquely muscular parody of Data, except that it was several times larger than the yellow-eyed android. La Forge found that the air was suddenly cool and smelt of stone, as though they were inside a great mountain, except . . . upon closer inspection, in the dim light which seemed to issue from nowhere, his visor picked up the unmistakable outline of massive stone blocks. They seemed to be within a chamber of some sort.

'Free . . .' the entity said in an powerfully echoing, yet strangely distant and somehow disembodied voice, a voice that was thin, yet deep and resonant. 'No more prison! At long last . . . I am free . . .'

'Prison?' Geordi echoed, a cold feeling hitting the pit of his stomach. 'Why does something tells me this is not good?'

'My jailers are near!' the Data-Entity said, its eyes nailing Geordi to where he stood. 'You have brought them here!'

'I have no idea what you're talking about,' Geordi blurted in dismay.

'My people,' hissed the malignant being, 'thought to lock me away in a remnant of the old universe until the end of time.'

'Your people?' Geordi echoed.

'They did not wish for me to join with their new collective,' the ancient being told him, taking a step forward. 'I alone of all my people was outcast for all eternity!'

'The creatures on Seagram's planet are your people?' Geordi said, stalling for time, though now he knew with dread certainty what the entity was talking about. The creatures on Seagram's planet had evolved from whatever they had been in the old universe, while the being moving menacingly towards him had not.

The "new collective" La Forge mulled to himself, thinking fast as he backed away. The being before him must have been part of the collective mind of its species as it was in the old universe. With cold realisation he surmised that as such, it was the collective ill of its kind, all the darkness and evil, and until now an impotent, incomplete thing that was not a whole being, but rather was nothing more than the black shadow left behind as everything good moved bodily into the light of the new universe.

'Data!'

In that moment La Forge could not have explained why he suddenly called the android's name. Distantly he was aware of the sound of his own voice. More than a plea, it was as though he meant to summon Data's soul, invoke the light of his consciousness into this dark place.

The entity halted its forward advancement. It frowned . . .

'Data! Can you hear me?'

The being's grotesquely muscular features seemed to ripple, strangely.

'Data, we need your help! The entity is using you to break through into our universe!'

At that, the being began to seethe, to melt and writhe in and out of itself. Data's features were pulled into the black mass by the grappling arms of Valgoroth, only to reappear as the arms reformed themselves as the android's face.

'Run, Geordi!' came the unmistakable sound of Data's voice. 'I will delay the entity for as long as I am able!'

'Hold on, Data! I'm going for help!' La Forge yelled as he turned and fled. 'Don't stop fighting!' Geordi ran for all he was worth, and prayed Data was strong enough to withstand the entity's attempts to erase him from existence.

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'Well, this is certainly anticlimactic,' Q quipped with relief as Geordi emerged at a run from the gloom of the tunnel. 'We were expecting something a lot more dangerous than a blind man running from the bogeyman.'

'It's got Data!' La Forge blurted, trying to catch his breath and ignoring the safari-clad Q. 'He merged with the entity, and now he's fighting for his life!'

'Merged how?' Q demanded, stopping Geordi with a hand on his chest. The sudden unaccustomed sharpness of his voice stopped the engineer, making everyone aware that his question was no laughing matter.

'I created an interface so that he could access the entity's data stream,' La Forge told him. 'Only, when he opened himself fully to it, the entity must've become aware of him and took over.'

'You bumbling idiot!' Q yelled, his face white with fear and rage. 'Do you have any idea what you've done?'

Geordi shook his head. 'We were trying to communicate-'

'There was nothing there to communicate with!' Q shouted. 'It was pre-life, pre-consciousness, pre-existence, and most importantly, it was made up of some rather nasty elements the ancestors of the creatures you see here had deemed to be too dangerous to be part of their collective, so they locked it away in a little corner of our present-day universe to keep it that way!'

'Q, what are you saying?' captain Picard demanded. It was almost a plea.

'I'm saying,' Q replied acidly in a more calm tone, 'that before, the devil was literally in the details. But now, thanks to some misguided meddling, the devil is here, and it's real.'

'You're not saying that this thing is literally the Devil?' Riker asked sceptically.

'If it wasn't before, it is now,' Q rejoined meaningly. 'In the meantime, you'd better pray that your yellow-eyed android friend is able to hold out long enough for us to come up with the means to exorcise a thing powerful enough to make all of existence a living hell.'

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At that very moment, the android in question was engaged in a battle unlike anything his positronic brain could ever have imagined. The entity was forcing a bizarre series of incomprehensible equations upon his neural matrix, and because he couldn't understand their meaning, he was unable to respond, except by doing nothing. This in turn had the equally incomprehensible effect upon the entity of causing it to renew its attack with redoubled fury.

Dimly, in the remotest background of his electronic consciousness, he was aware of the entity's mind, and its growing awareness of the presence of ancient beings that approached and formed a circle around this bizarre spectacle. Beyond these beings, moving like shadows in the background of his thoughts, were his friends.

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'Impossible,' Q muttered in unaccustomed astonishment as they stared in wonder at the writhing ebon form, across whose surfaced rippled Data's features, which surfaced and resurfaced despite the frenetic grapplings of Valgoroth arms that worked to drag him under, and out of existence for good. And then, as the plight of the android sank in, Q turned to the ancient creatures that surveyed this spectacle with apparent dispassion. 'For pity's sake, do something!'

'What, there's actually some real feeling in that twisted soul of yours?' Riker spat sarcastically.

'Whatever else you may think of me, the android is my friend,' Q replied, unable to tear his gaze from Data's plight. 'He once saved my life, counting no cost to his own, which is more than I can say for you.'

'I don't understand,' Seagram said, almost to himself. 'Why aren't they doing anything?'

At last, comprehension dawned on captain Picard's face. 'That's what this is about . . . they had this planned from the very beginning. The entity being part of them, they knew exactly what it was doing. And all this time they were planning to use Data as a trap from which the entity could never escape.' He turned to the largest of the creatures which stood nearby. 'You knew that the entity would attempt to dominate the android, in order to use his computer capabilities to its advantage. But in order to take him over without damage, which would render him useless, the entity could rely only on fear in order to manipulate him into relinquishing reason.

'You knew that this would never work, that the entity never counted on Data's lack of emotion. Which in turn would leave it, and him, locked in an eternal battle for the rest of time.'

'Maybe they had no other choice,' Seagram said, though it was clear he doubted his own words. It was almost a question. 'Maybe they judged that this was the only way to save the universe.'

The group stood by in silence for several long moments, unable to tear their eyes away from Data's plight.

At last, captain Picard said in a quiet, resigned voice, 'We could expend the remainder of our lives confronting this dilemma, yet it is extremely doubtful we could come up with an alternative solution. If any of you have any ideas, I am open to suggestion.'

'The entity was bottled up before,' Riker said. 'Why can't we find a way to do it again?'

'That's not quite true,' Geordi responded quietly. 'The entity was tied to the artifact, and it was the artifact that was bottled up. The entity is out now, in our universe.'

'I fail to understand why these creatures allowed the entity to leave the artifact,' Worf growled.

'Perhaps because trapping it was not a permanent solution,' the captain responded. 'Given the evidence found on the Romulan asteroid, it would seem that the entity managed to escape on more than one occasion.'

'So that's it?' Riker demanded. 'We're just going to leave him here?'

'I'm sorry, Data,' Geordi said, stepping near to the writhing Data-Entity. 'This is all my fault . . . what the hell?' He stepped back, having noticed something odd about what he was seeing.

'You must leave this place immediately, Geordi,' came a familiar voice.

'Data?'

'There is no time to explain. You and the others must leave the pyramid as soon as you are able.'

'Understood,' the captain snapped, taking Geordi by the arm. 'Enterprise, this is the captain. Beam us out of the pyramid-structure immediately, if not sooner. Set us down before the sentinels, as before.'

'Aye, sir.'

Almost at once, through the transporter shimmer their vision bifurcated between the interior of the pyramid and the sunlight-drenched square. In an instant, the dark interior and its close ambience dissipated from their vision.

'Enterprise to captain Picard!'

'Picard here,' the captain responded, tapping his communicator.

'Sir, we are unable to transport those creatures from Seagram's planet! Something's blocking the transporter beam.'

'Q!' Picard demanded, 'Are you responsible for this?'

'Why am I always your first suspect when something bad happens?' Q replied, then added as an afterthought, 'No need to answer that. But, no, this is not my doing. They have elected to remain behind to deal with . . . whatever is going on inside, there.'

A concussion shook the ground. All eyes turned to the great pyramid, from which dust was beginning to rise.

'And just what is going on inside that thing?' Picard asked him as another concussion shook the ground.

'I would say . . . the opposite of deus ex machina,' Q quipped.

Riker gave the troublesome being a look. 'Are you saying that Data is trying to get free of the entity?'

'More like the entity can't bear his presence, and is trying to give him the old heave-ho.'

'But that would mean-' Picard stopped himself and stared at the pyramid, shocked by the realisation.

'Tearing itself apart because without the android it will no longer be complete,' Q finished for him.

'What will that do?' Riker asked, his own gaze clenched to the pyramid in dread.

'Who knows?' Q replied with maddening nonchalance. 'Such a thing has never happened before. Although in theory, it might succeed in starting a chain-reaction that will end up tearing the whole universe apart.'

'So the creatures have remained behind to prevent this from happening?' Worf said, images of heroic self-sacrifice playing across his imagination.

'Nothing so graphically noble, I'm afraid,' Q replied as he too began watching the pyramid with interest or dread as another concussion shook the ground. 'No, they know there's nothing they can do to prevent the entity from doing what it's doing, so they are about to attempt an alternative solution.'

'Which is?' the captain demanded.

'You know, I have no idea,' Q replied with relish. 'Whatever happens will be something new that even I have not been witness to before. Either that,' he added more soberly, 'or we'll all be blown to bits.'

'Whoa! My visor's picking up something from inside the pyramid,' Geordi said.

The captain frowned. 'I'm not seeing anything.'

'I'm not either,' Riker seconded.

'That's because it's some sort of intense energy buildup,' Geordi told them.

'Perhaps we should get back to the ship,' Worf cautioned.

'That wouldn't do any good,' Q told him. 'If there's an explosion, there will be no running away from it, no matter how far you go-'

All at once, there was an eruption of debris from the front of the pyramid. The dust had no sooner begun to settle when the cat-like creatures burst from the newly formed hole. But they were not alone! Behind them ran-

'Look! It's Data!' Geordi shouted.

'Captain,' the android called, 'you would do well to beam everyone back to the ship.'

At the same instant, the giant sentinels came to life and surged forward.

'Enterprise, get us out of here!' Picard barked into his intercom badge.

They were just disappearing into the transporter shimmer when something powerful and black burst from the pyramid and confronted the sentinels with a roar.

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'That wasn't quite the solution I was hoping for,' Q said in disappointment as he prepared to leave. 'I found it anticlimactic, to say the least.'

'I don't understand,' Seagram said. 'What exactly happened in there?'

'I am at a loss to understand it, myself,' Data said. 'One moment I was locked in conflict with the entity, the next I found myself on the outside, facing a creature that seemed to appear from nowhere.'

'What was that thing?' Geordi asked him. 'And what became of the entity?'

'That was the entity,' Q told him, 'or what had become of it. It seems Seagram's friends came to the rescue after all.'

'What exactly did they do?' Riker asked him. 'I didn't get a good look at that thing, but it looked just like one of them, except it was several times their size.'

'Yes, and afflicted with a particularly nasty disposition,' Q told him, 'a flaw it will bear for all time.'

'So that's it?' Seagram said, hoping he could allow himself to feel relief. 'It's over? We can go home now?'

'What about the sentinels?' Worf asked. 'Will that creature destroy them? Or will they succeed in killing it?'

'They are effectively out of a job,' Q said with grating levity, 'with nothing to guard against but boredom. The creature in question will roam free in all its ill-willed glory until the universe itself comes to its final end. In the meantime, if you young people and your friends want a ride home,' he said to Seagram and Raya, 'I will take you there directly.' To Picard, he said, 'Anything for another crack at participating in the collective.'

'Don't worry,' captain Picard told Seagram just before he, Raya, little Sunshine and the others disappeared, 'he won't succeed.'

As they vanished, Seagram's wincing reply barely impinged upon Picard's hearing.

'True. But he'll try.'

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'Captain's Log, Supplemental:

'A scan of the creature the entity has become reveals nothing of the old universe. For their part, the ancient sentinels soon went back to guarding the empty pyramid, as trapped in their role as Data almost became. There is the temptation to attempt making contact with them in order to learn something of their being and their past, but I suspect that, like the collective consciousness of Seagram's creatures, their secrets are their own and have nothing whatever to do with us.

'It seems that there are answers out there which are not meant for us, that, though spoken in a clear and unambiguous manner, will nevertheless remain incomprehensible to our ears, like the language of space or the murmur of an ocean shore.

'It could well be that we ourselves entail what is meaningful to us, that that which is enigmatic is everything we are not and never will be.

'In any event, I am glad that Mr Data has been returned to us, and will not have the enigma forced upon him for all eternity.

'Captain's Log, Out.'

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'What the hell!' Seagram stared in disbelief. 'What happened to all the damage? I thought we'd have to start all over again.'

'Let's just call this my wedding present,' Q said with a bow as he began leaving with the group of creatures, still dressed in his safari outfit. 'And now, I must bid you adieu, as I leave with my new friends and try to talk them into allowing me into their private world.'

When he and the great creatures had gone, Seagram sighed and drank in the sight of his newly-restored world.

'It's funny, but even though it's the same as before, everything feels . . . I don't know . . . changed somehow.'

'You mean, old and new at the same time?' Raya said, observing the way little Sunshine took in their surroundings with eyeless interest.

Seagram nodded, then was silent for several long moments. At last, he said, 'Let's get out of here . . . pack some food, follow the stream south and hike out to the cabin. For some reason this place seems too big for me right now.'

Raya smiled at what she was seeing in him. 'What, the idea of becoming a father is making for more humble dreams?'

He smiled at that but wisely said nothing.

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The ancient being Seagram called Sunshine watched as the two began making their way toward the base of the promontory and the cave Seagram had called home. Its mission now complete, it contemplated returning to its people. There was no longer any reason to involve these humanoids with the destiny of his people.

And yet . . . the brief time he'd spent with these strange creatures had been eventful, and pleasant for the most part. And he knew how keenly the two would miss him, should he leave.

They saddened him, too. Their lives were so very short, a mere moment in the lives of his kind. They would be gone, almost before he had a chance to really know them.

The decision was made the instant Seagram and Raya stopped and turned to him, waiting expectantly. He would play the part of a young, cherished thing gladly. After all, it wouldn't be for very long.

Besides, if he allowed himself to live in the moment, their time together would seem to last forever.

Here ends Star Trek- Enigma

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