The New World
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Chapter 3: New Earth
Stardate 42026.1; On Earth it was January 10th 2365, a Sunday.
Lara stood on the bridge in front of the gigantic viewscreen along with Captain Mansfield and First Officer T'Mal.
"Approaching Sector 001, Captain," helmsman Yaḥyā ibn Sālim ibn Māhir al-ʿAwādiyy informed them.
"Put us out of warp, Lieutenant al-ʿAwādiyy," Mansfield instructed.
"Ay, sir!"
"This never gets old," Science officer Lieutenant Kāng Zhǐruò observed smiling. She was about 30 years old, the youngest of the senior staff, and expecting. Her belly already showed and her breasts were getting bigger. She would leave the Charleston along with Lara and live on Earth for a while with her partner. Unlike the Enterprise, Excelsior-class ships weren't designed to have children on board.
"Half of your puny planet is too damn cold to enjoy," Chief engineer Lieutenant Khaxil Narv sneered. He was a Tellarite, a short humanoid species with wrinkly skin, full curly beards and a snout-like nose. Politeness was foreign, downright rude to them. They preferred to speak their minds and expected their opposite to return their insults with a good stand of their own. If you managed to hold your ground and make an even stronger argument, only then you would have their respect.
"Funny, I just thought the same about you, Khaxil," Lieutenant Kāng retorted. Narv chuckled with his hoarse sounding voice.
"If you aren't particularly interested in seeing Earth, then why don't you crawl back to engineering where you belong?" Security chief and Tactical officer Lieutenant Commander Telev Kraif, an Andorian, suggested though with a light smile on his face. He had blue skin and two antennae that came out of his head.
For ten days, Lara had been on the USS Charleston now. She was not as big as the Enterprise but certainly impressive. Not to mention the crew who were very nice, even Narv in his own way. First, she and Mr. Offenhouse had reported to Sickbay. The Chief medical officer, Doctor Mbali Dhlomo, a human from South Africa, had checked them up to see whether they were healthy. Lara had liked her immediately. Doctor Dhlomo and Lieutenant Kāng were friends since their days at Starfleet Academy and had spent much time with Lara during those ten days. They had played Mahjong, had dinner together where Lara had not only been introduced to the famously spicy Sichuan cuisine but also to the cuisine of South Africa. Lara and Lieutenant Kāng had also spent time on the Holodeck where Lara had found her favorite program, the adaptation of a Korean drama series she had found on Netflix in her old century: Mr. Sunshine. Taking place during the early 1900s, it told of the growing influences of foreign nations on Korea, especially the emerging Japanese control of the country. The protagonists were Lady Go Ae-sin who grew up in a noble aristocrat family but had chosen to abandon the dull life of women in that class and instead joined the Righteous army. The male protagonist was Choi Yu-jin, or Eugene Choi as he was called in America, a man born as a slave who had escaped to the US as a child and returned to Korea as a Captain of the U.S Marine Corps and the Acting Consul for the United States.
Lara played Go Ae-sin while Kāng Zhǐruò often played the role of Kudo Hina, the mysterious owner of the Glory hotel in Hanseong (now known as Seoul). The program was designed so that universal translators wouldn't work as communication barriers were also a part of the story. Characters would speak Korean, Japanese or English; some could speak two of the languages or even all three such as Eugene Choi. Zhǐruò whose husband was Japanese, spoke Japanese as well as English while Lara, like her character, could speak Korean but not Japanese. The difference between her and the character she played was that Lara could speak English. They had a lot of fun.
Lara also befriended Operations officer Ensign Klaban Zereft, a Denobulan woman. They were quite a cheerful species which was especially obvious with their unusual wide smile. Each Denobulan man would marry three wives who each had three husbands. The females were generally more comfortable in their sexuality and weren't afraid of showing it, in fact, they were as open as you could get. While this was nothing new or even uncommon for a 24th century human, it was certainly a new experience to Lara although she didn't find it uncomfortable in the slightest. On more than one occasion Klaban had flirted with her verbally as well as physically.
As the ship dropped to impulse, Lara's eyes widened in amazement as the blue and green planet came into view. There it was: Earth. She had seen many photos of it but to see it there was just…
Then she noticed something odd.
"No deserts?"
Captain Mansfield chuckled.
"Almost no deserts. Those deserts formed naturally around 4000 BC. Out of their wasteland, we've managed to grow healthy forests again. It was in the desert where patriarchy, violence and abuse were formed so it's only fitting to get rid of them. Only several spots were kept where ancient sites such as Giza are located and where local wildlife would survive. To keep a bit of familiarity. And the Weather Modification Net always provides a good weather without storms but with the occasional necessary rain."
They watched as the Charleston slowly made its way into spacedock.
"All right," Captain Mansfield then said. "Let's go."
As they were heading to the turbolift, the captain hit his combadge:
"Mansfield to Offenhouse: please meet us in Transporter room 3."
"Any recommendations for tourists, Captain?" Lara asked as they entered the transporter room where Offenhouse was waiting for them. She had done quite a bit of research for herself during the last ten days but nevertheless a real person with experience could always be helpful.
"Well, concerning new points of interest new to you two, I would recommend the Smithsonian, a few new objects have been included since your time: the Phoenix, the first human ship capable of warp speed, the first human starship for deep space exploration, the Enterprise NX-01 under command of captain Jonathan Archer, a recreation of the original Federation USS Enterprise under command of first Captain Christopher Pike and then Captain James T. Kirk. Oh, and they recently have made a new addition, an old ship they found on a now uninhabited planet: the USS Franklin which mysteriously vanished over 200 years ago. And a recreation of the USS Shenzhou has also been made for the Smithsonian. Its captain, Philippa Georgiou, was a highly decorated captain. Then there's of course Bozeman, Montana, where humanity made first contact with an alien species."
Mansfield nodded to the transporter chief who was typing something on his console.
"How are you today?" Lara asked Mr. Offenhouse as they stepped onto the platform of this transporter device.
"I'm fine, I think. Had an inspiration last night."
"An inspiration?" Lara asked with her brows raised and a smile on her face.
"What was it?"
He lowered his head for a second and bit his lip.
"Give me a few days. I'll get back to you. I'm not sure whether it will work out."
Lara observed him for a short while as the rest of the senior staff positioned themselves.
"I can't wait to see Yešaʿyahu," Lieutenant al-ʿAwādiyy mused as he stepped onto the pad.
"What does your husband do?" Lara asked.
"He's a botanist," Lieutenant al-ʿAwādiyy replied. "But he's not in Starfleet. He stayed in Riyadh."
The platform was now full. Lara braced herself for a feeling that she did not know yet, a sensation so knew that it was impossible to prepare for it.
"Energize!"
Lara gasped as along with a high-pitched sound, like some kind of whistling noise, the most unlike sensation overwhelmed her. The closest was a faint, far away tickle but it was so soft as if she would merge with the water of a very light shower. It was cozily warm like sunrays tickling her nose. She felt light as if her mind and soul were suddenly freed from their atomic prison. And then –
She felt wind. An ever so slight brushing wind, warm, hugging. She breathed quickly as if she had just finished a marathon. It had been gone as fast as it had started. Lara let out a laugh of joy, of excitement as she realized that she had been beamed for the very first time! She looked around.
"We're on Earth!" she let out half whispering, half screeching. Next to her, Mr. Offenhouse was still dazed by what he had just experienced. Their 24th century fellow transporter travelers had just walked away from the arrival zone and were now turning around to marvel at Lara's and Mr. Offenhouse's reactions.
"Quite something, isn't it?" Captain Mansfield commented warmly.
Lara gulped and stepped of the pad. Looking around once more, she was now actually observing her surroundings: they stood on what appeared to be part of this Starfleet Academy she had read about. One of the few faculties still in operation. Normal schools didn't existed as humans at least believed in the philosophy of unschooling where learner-chosen activities were advocated as a primary means for learning, learning through once natural life experiences including play, household responsibilities, personal interests and curiosity, internships and work experience, travel, books, elective classes, family, mentors, and social interaction. The exploration of activities initiated by the children themselves. Lara frowned as she looked at the buildings that made out Starfleet Academy. This architecture was foreign to her. She knew that the campus was actually settled over several areas of San Francisco. She and the others were standing somewhere on the shore of the Presidio, not far away from the southern end of the Golden Gate Bridge.
Beyond, Lara could see the city of San Francisco. But the skyline had become unrecognizable, evidently, after 300 years. Towering buildings could be seen, edifices easily two kilometers high, or more. It was an alien, yet strangely refined human architecture along with actual extraterrestrial buildings among the skyline. Were those consulates or embassies?
"How can those buildings be so high?" Lara asked Mansfield as she caught up to him while the group made its way through the park of the campus. The air felt fresh, fresher perhaps than anything during her time.
"Carbon nanotubes," the captain answered. "A material 16 times stronger than concrete."
Lara chuckled with excitement. Those 20th or 21st century skyscrapers looked like dwarfs next to those new buildings. There weren't any streets near the campus so she couldn't see how cars or busses looked now. The group reached a small square where several paths led to different directions.
"Train station's that way," Mansfield said pointing to one of the pathways. "Just go straight ahead."
He turned to Lara and Mr. Offenhouse with a sad look on his face.
"I guess this is it. Me and my crew will have to report on our journey. We've had quite the adventures before you came on board. Although it is safe to say that you two have been the greatest adventure we've had. You can explore a dozen worlds and cultures but meeting someone from another time… that is something very rare."
He held out his hand. Lara took it, Mr. Offenhouse followed.
"Thank you for letting us on board, Captain," he said.
"Good journey, both of you," Mansfield said. Lara had actual tears in her eyes as she said goodbye to the rest of the senior staff: T'Mal, Telev, Zhǐruò, Yaḥyā, Khaxil, Klaban and Mbali. One last time, she turned around as she and Mr. Offenhouse were working towards the train station and waved at the crew.
The train station was as weird as the rest of the modern architecture. Although the two of them had already realized that money was a thing of the past, nowhere else did it become more evident than here: no tickets, no money for food at the local restaurants. They could just replicate food and drink. As Lara could see from the tour guide on one of the screens, actual restaurants with real meals still existed but they didn't make money either and the mindset of people on what you should consume was also totally different. No more animals that were brutally slaughtered; Meat was replicated, at least the big game that required much space and created much methane.
There were also no train tracks. Instead, a hover train was gliding towards them. Floating on a cushion of magnetism created by a superconducting pavement, it came to a halt. The front of the train was heading to Portland, Oregon. The latter section would separate itself to head east.
"See ya," Lara said to Mr. Offenhouse before boarding the train. She moved through the car and sat down in an empty row. The train took off again. At first it was slow and Lara could see the campus of Starfleet Academy vanishing behind them. Leaving the suburbs, the train increased speed and the view outside became blurry. Since it was a train crossing several US States, it wouldn't stop for some time unlike the trains riding within California. The speed was truly incredible, in 5 hours she would be there. A hologram on the window showed their current location and recommended places to visit in that area. Aside from that, one could research the weather announcements by the Weather Modification Net for the next three months!
Totally distracted by the amazing features on the window, Lara at first had failed to notice that a passenger had taken the seat opposite of her. It was a boy who could be no more than nine or ten years old. He read on a small device that was utterly thin like the personal PADD that Lara had received when she was on the Enterprise. Lara wondered if he was alone on this train. From what she had found out aboard the Enterprise, children, at least human once, had a totally different way of growing up than children in her century. In a world with no crimes and no fears, would it even be considered a risk in letting your children explore at their leisure? Parents made no attempt in stopping their children from forming their own unique personalities by trying to shape them to fit some kind of "norms". It was a really alien kind of upbringing to a human from Lara's time like so many other things. To her and Mr. Offenhouse, humans too were the aliens. Lara closed her eyes and focused on the unique feeling of being in a hover train, the silence except from what she thought was the faintest of hum she had ever heard. Or was it a feeling rather than a hearing? Like being on a plane that took off only so much lighter? Lara couldn't quite describe it but it felt wonderful. She could hear blurred conversations mixed together by various passengers in many languages. So much had happened since she had awoken. And although the initial stress had subsided, she still felt as if she had just managed to get through her final exams or something. She needed a break. Settle in… truly.
She woke up again just in time to see the train move into Union Station, the central station of Portland. As the commuters got off the train, Lara walked amongst them curiously and excitingly taking in every detail. The architecture of the station had remained although it had been adapted to 24th century conditions. There was nobody to ask for information anymore and no driver or conductor could be seen. Instead, there were a bunch of screens and panels where one could inform oneself about the city. Most people however seemed to have no need for it. Perhaps they had already read about Portland at home or on the train. Lara scrolled over the screen to see if she could buy a house. She would love to live at least near her old neighborhood. That would give her something familiar. But there was nothing. Sighing, Lara sat down on a bench frustrated. Of course, it had never come to mind that there was no such thing as buying a house in the future. Rather than that, she would have expected having difficulties in the act of buying itself, not that that concept had been eradicated entirely. Even though she had discovered back on the Enterprise that there wasn't any currency around anymore, her mind was still too wired to 21st century thinking that it had simply not crossed her mind.
Finally she jumped back on her feet and went to the screen once more. Outside, where in her time a parking lot had been, a large collection of hover cars could be found. Slowly nodding to herself, Lara straightened herself determinately and headed off. The sleekly looking cars didn't look like anything she had imagined. As she approached a chosen hovercar, the doors opened automatically. Four comfortable chairs turned to face her inviting her to sit in one of them. Hesitating for a second, Lara then took the front chair on the left. The doors closed and an automated friendly sounding voice spoke to her:
"Welcome! Please select a destination."
Lara closed her eyes for a moment then stared at the screen replacing the dashboard in front of her.
"9147 Gefferson Street," Lara said.
"Thank you," the computer said. "Please relax and enjoy the ride."
The car began to move. Slowly gliding out of the parking lot, Lara as yet again taken aback by the sheer sound of… nothing. Not motor, no noise of tires moving on the asphalt. Then she remembered that there were no tires to begin with. No friction, no fuel. And, as Lara also soon found out, no traffic lights or signs or jams. Whenever a person or an animal was in the way, the hover car would just slow down. Granted, that happened very rarely, at least on her route. No one seemed to even think of crossing the street unless there were designations for doing so. Meanwhile, Lara could enjoy meals and items from the car's replicator and watch the latest news from FNN – the Federation News Network. That was another whole new thing for her: news that actually consisted of only good stuff. No attacks, accidents, storms or fires. What was being broadcast were news of the arts and sciences, high entertainment and sports. Festivals and concerts. News from events on Earth but also Vulcan, Andoria or other Federation worlds. The only grave news came in context of non-Federation species or planets. The conflict with the Cardassian Union and rumors of the occupation of the planet Bajor and its inhabitants. Rare footage of Bajor by Federation reporters on a tour regulated by the Cardassian government showing only that which they were meant to see. The Romulans emerging again in interstellar politics after 53 years of isolation and the reopening of the Romulan embassy on Earth. It would remain to be seen whether these were good or bad news as the news anchor said. On the bright side, a new Officer Exchange Program had been initiated between the Klingon Empire and the Federation. In an interview, the Klingon ambassador, Qoreqx̣ Tla'a puqloḑ Mo'qay tuqniġ, stated that he was honored to announce the success of this new program. Gazing out of the window, Lara thought about what she had seen on the news. She wondered how people living in this time would take it. On this wonderful Earth where there was no crime or violence, no need. It was Paradise, even to Lara who had grown up in a rather wealthy country in good conditions. Her family wasn't poor. But still, Lara had always been aware that, while she didn't see much of it, there had still been an immense poverty in the US. Now, in this century, wealth was of no concern because society had risen above such things. And this was more or less the case on all Federation worlds. From what she had read. But outside those borders were still political entities where life was cruel and unjust. How much did the average Federation citizen care for that what was so far away?
A look of familiarity shook Lara out of her thoughts. She had arrived in the neighborhood where she had lived. The houses, the gardens, it still looked the same! Apart from the cars. And the fact that there was no garbage cans. The hover car parked and Lara got out excitingly. Her old home! It really was her old home, still there, as if nothing had changed. She stood there, unable to move. What if it was inhabited? Lara ran towards the windows next to the door and looked inside. The interior walls were plain white, there were sofas, chairs and tables but it all looked so… impersonal.
"Thinking about moving in?"
Lara looked to her left and spotted a young African American man standing at the far end of the porch watching her. He must be a neighbor.
"Yeah, uh…" Lara took a deep breath and looked between the neighbor and her old house.
"I wasn't sure whether you could just… you know, claim it for yourself."
"It's free, isn't it?" the man replied smiling as though it was obvious.
"No one has lived in there for centuries."
Lara slowly nodded.
"So… it doesn't belong to anybody?"
The man actually laughed.
"Why should an empty house belong to anybody?"
"…Right," Lara said slowly with a bit of sarcasm swinging in her voice.
"I'm James, by the way. James Noah."
"Lara Dawson," she said.
He nodded and smiled.
"Did you take anything with you, shall I help you unpack?"
"Thanks, but I don't really have anything except my backpack. Well, yet, anyway."
He nodded again, waved goodbye and went back to his house. Lara stepped towards the door and, after a minute of hesitation, pushed it. It opened instantly. Lara still had to wrap her head around the completely foreign attitude towards possession and safety that everyone seemed to have here and the trust in each other.
Setting her backpack down, Lara glanced around. Touching the nearest wall, she gasped as a screen appeared right away.
"Good afternoon! Welcome to 9147 Gefferson Street! How may I help you?"
The female voice sounded young and cheerful. Lara cleared her throat.
"Um… I'd like to decorate this house. How can I… proceed?"
"Each item in this house can be personalized according to your liking. This includes walls, the floors and ceilings as well as the furniture."
"Wow!" Lara exclaimed.
She turned off the screen and moved into the living room. A replicator was installed here and another one could be found in the kitchen. Lara smiled to herself. She knew exactly how she would decorate the place.
Two hours later, she enjoyed a lovely meal and looked around her new living room. She had inspected every room. One of the rooms on the second floor held a holosuite. As she was now living alone in this house, there were a couple of rooms that had no function as her parents weren't here anymore so the bedroom and their studies would remain unused for now. That gave rise to some interesting new thoughts: should she settle down here? Start a real life? Have a family? Well, Lara didn't really have any sort of relationships at this point. She didn't even know anyone on Earth in this century! Well, she could definitely change that. She didn't have any duty or commitment, she didn't go to school anymore, she didn't have to apply to college or for a job, she wasn't bound to anything, not even the need of earning money anymore!
How was Mr. Offenhouse coping with that, she wondered. Putting her empty bowls and chopsticks back into the replicator to recycle them, Lara made her way upstairs into her old room which she had decorated to meet the look it had before. Throwing herself onto the bed, she went to sleep instantly…
Lara was awakened by sunrays tickling her nose. Stretching herself and yawning widely, she remained on her bed for a couple of minutes before getting up to take a bath the water of which was provided by a replicator system in the tub. After that she got dressed and went down to the kitchen to eat breakfast. She then let herself fall into the sofa turning on the screen on the next wall. Gazing at it, she suddenly realized that she didn't have a clue on what to do now. With so many possibilities and no real goal (except finding her home which she had now achieved), what was there to be done?
Closing her eyes, she searched. Back in the 21st century, she didn't really have any sort of goal. She remembered her conversation with Captain Picard. Yes, she still wanted to visit Asia, especially Korea, but she also didn't want to stress herself. After all, planning a voyage and booking tickets and hotel rooms wasn't really required anymore. Or at least, extensive planning long before undertaking the journey wasn't necessary any longer. Travelling around the world was easy! So many ways to do it. And she felt kinda lonely. Lara opened her eyes. All her friends and family were long dead. She could always step out and make new friends… and possibly a new family. She got on her feet and went towards the door. She would first explore her hometown. Then she would find someone, a guy or a girl her age who liked to travel. She grinned. It was exciting already!
First though, she took her hovercar to explore the city of Portland. What she noticed right away was that there were no more giant malls. In fact, there were no shops for any good that you could now easily replicate. Clothing, cutlery, furniture. There were however still many restaurants run by individual people who each had specialized in their own unique dishes influenced by a specific type of cuisine. No more fast-food restaurant chains. And everywhere you went, you got healthy food that did not resulted in the destruction of the environment.
However, Lara soon found somewhat strange here in her old home. Normally, in her century, she would be forced to find work in order to gain money so that she could survive or have a decent life. But here, in this century… you automatically had a life, any life you chose! Money was no longer a concern. The least you could gain or lose was reputation. But even that would not rob you of a home, of food.
Lara realized that she wanted to see more. So she used one of those transporter stations that were positioned throughout the city, indeed, throughout the world forming a vast network for fast travel. Lara chose New Orleans as her destination as she had never been there before. Walking through the French Quarter, she spotted an interesting restaurant: Sisko's, offering both Creole and Cajun cuisine.
The founder of the restaurant was an African American of 55 years of age, Joseph Sisko. He was friendly, cheerful and enjoyed conversation with his costumers. He listened to Lara's story while he prepared Gumbo for her.
"I'm sure you'll find your way, my dear," he said to Lara smiling.
"There is a young gentleman who also needs to find his way still," he mentioned pointing to a teenager with East Asian features sitting at a table staring ahead.
"Perhaps you two can find that way together."
Lara smiled at the elderly gentleman and took her Gumbo. The teenager looked up as Lara approached his table.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked brightly.
"Uh…no. Not at all," he said somewhat shyly.
Lara smiled at sat down. The boy stared at her for a moment.
"What's your name?" Lara asked.
"Harry Kim," he replied.
"I'm Lara. Lara Dawson."
They shook hands.
"So, Harry, what brings you here?"
"Thinking about where I want to go, what I want to do… I'm not really sure."
Lara nodded.
"I know how you feel. I'm in a similar situation."
"How are you dealing with that?" Harry asked.
Lara tiled her head thinking.
"By travelling," she said. "I went back to Portland to where I was born and… I knew that I wanted to be elsewhere. I wanted to move around, see the world and looking for something that's right for me."
Harry thought about that.
"I've lived in Monterey all my life," he mumbled.
Lara looked at him. Would he be the right person? Well, there was one way to find out…
"Maybe…" she began stretching the word in a playful tone, "… we could travel together. See all those great places on Earth, maybe other Federation worlds. We can find out what we truly want to do in our lives."
Harry's mouth opened and, after several ums and uhs, he finally managed to say:
"Do you think so?"
Lara nodded smiling. Now Harry was tilting his head.
"Okay… ok, we can try."
Lara smiled brightly. Holding up her glass, she toasted Harry.
"Then to our trying!"
When reading/hearing/listening to Captain Jean-Luc Picard telling 21st century human Lily Sloane in "Star Trek: first Contact" that "we work to better ourselves and the rest of humanity", people always ask: "Well, how does this work if not by Communist dictatorship?" Well, they then forget that there is another movement that has the exact same goal as the one Picard describes: anarchism. Which is not – as people like to believe (and nourished though the media among other things) – violent people seeking chaos! That phenomenon did exist among anarchists but it has died out two centuries ago! Still, there is a state that is shown in the Star Trek franchise, with an elected President.
I believe that this statehood mainly has the purpose to be represented outwardly – it exists to represent itself to foreign systems like the Klingon Empire or the Ferengi Alliance – the president undertakes various official, ceremonial, diplomatic and representational duties, a bit like the German Federal President, the British Monarch or better, the Tennō, the Emperor of Japan.
But inwardly, there isn't much of a state, or rather, an interfering state, it is just there – but still, people live in their communities and can live and do as they please. Only when a direct threat to Earth is present, the state will declare an emergency and make itself visible so to say. And it is because of that, because everyone creates their own life without being guided or controlled by a higher institution, that there is no violence. Why be violent when there is nothing to be violent against? No violence is needed! The state doesn't interfere similarly as it does not with pre-warp civilizations. Don't hinder people in their natural development!
Also, people seem to confuse property with possession. Like in the described situation, when someone doesn't use the house anymore, it is not in their possession anymore – and therefore free for others to use. Property has to follow the laws of the capitalist market, it is an abstract right, to be dealt with things at discretion and it manifests itself mostly as profit coming from exploitation. Possession has to be dealt with according to social demand of society. Of course, there still is private possession and the right to that in Federation society.
I recommend the book "Anarchie!: Idee - Geschichte - Perspektiven" by Horst Stowasser. Unfortunately, I haven't as of yet found a book written in English that meets the quality of this recommended work. I'll update this note once I have done so. If someone wishes more details on this topic e.g. the question of democracy, education, free love or the equality of all people, please write me and I'll discuss them with you. :)
The name of the ambassador given in the story is Qoreqx̣ Tla'a puqloḑ Mo'qay tuqniġ [qʰorɛq͡χ t͡ɬɑʔɑ pluqʰoɖ moʔqʰɑj tʰuqʰnɪɣ]. In the traditional orthography, it would be qoreQ tlha'a puqloD Mo'qay tuqnIgh which translates to "Korax, son of Klaa, house of Mo'Kai". It isn't stated how you define a full name of a Klingon or the order in which it is given. Like so many other species in Star Trek, a last name isn't given or deemed "unpronounceable". How convenient!