It's funny how things work. One morning, one could simply be attending a simple science symposium, not knowing how a chance meeting with an ingenious Vulcan can change one's life. This is how the story of Cerulia Simmons. The stardate was 6313.36 and to her, it was just another day. She was awakened by the sound of her parents arguing, once again affirming her want to join Starfleet. Some joined for the adventure, others for the glory; all she wanted was a better life for herself. As she dressed a simple pleated skirt and black button down blouse, she left her bedroom to do something about her hair. After her, once again, usual fight with her parents about her whereabouts for the day, Cerulia began her walk to the closest tram stop.
She was planning to attend an open admission science collegium at the city's civic center that day, in hopes of learning something she hadn't already read about in books. If she ever did join the famous Starfleet, she would be joining the science division, though her real dream was to be a pilot for a starship. She knew, however, that there were probably more than plenty of people who could maneuver the giant ships better than her, so she wasn't even going to try. The human was pulled from her inner thoughts as the tram pulled up, and she began her trip to the city's center.
Being something of a science genius, Cerulia soon became bored with the different lectures and seminars. "Most of this I learned when I was ten….why can't I find something new?" she asked herself quietly as she walked among the displays and tables. Most of the different presentations had been about different individuals opinions on someone else's work, which annoyed her to no end. When she makes her own theory of something in the universe, she will present herself at something like the event she was attending. It was only because of her annoyance that she noticed the flyer that would soon change her life.
Today:
Dr. Spock speaks on his theory of interconnecting
realities.
3:00PM.
The word his is what drew her in. Either this really was his personal theory, or the flyer was false. Dr. Spock was well known in the scientific community, having published many works that had Cerulia captivated at a young age. However, she was interested in his IR theory, as there was little known of interconnecting realities at the time. Already being a fan of the Vulcan, she found herself sitting in the lecture hall in which he would make his presentation.
From his opening words, the human along with many others of other species, were sucked in. Cerulia soon found herself wishing she had brought her dataPADD with her, for she was itching to take notes on his lecture. He had found out that black holes were actual bridges through space time, allowing for alternate realities, given certain variables were correct. Once his lecture was over, Dr. Spock announced that he was available for anyone who had any questions. Cerulia was surprised to that, for such a captivating lecture, only four people, including her, went to him for questioning. Waiting patiently for her turn to supply him with her thoughts, she allowed her mind to collect itself. She soon found herself in front of the great mind that she had admired since an early age. Remembering that Vulcan's hands were receptive and rather sensitive, she simply inclined her head in greet. "Dr. Spock," she began "My name is Cerulia Simmons. I wanted to ask about the possibilities of going through the same black hole, but arriving at different times. Would the mass of the object have any effect on the date of arrival? For example, if a Federation starship and a simple, one-manned carrier were to enter a black hole, with the entry time being merely seconds apart, would the overall mass difference of the two ships cause them to arrive at different times?" she asked, feeling her hunger for knowledge growing.
The Vulcan then looked up at her, having looked back down to his notes as she spoke, an eyebrow raised in surprise. "Ms. Simmons, if I may, where did you receive your education in such things? That was not a question I expected from a…nineteen year old human," he expressed. Smiling slightly, she felt a strange sense of accomplishment, being the only attendee that he actually felt the need to look at. "Well, I graduated last year from the North American Academy of Science, but I've been reading your work, as well as that of others since I was able to read," she explained, unable to keep the slightly smug tone from her voice. Nodding his approval at her education, he lowered his eyes in thought as he processed how to answer her rather educated question.
Once he found his answer, he returned his eyes to hers, his mouth changing into a typical Vulcan smile. "I am afraid, Ms. Simmons, that we cannot continue our conversation here; the staff must come prepare the room for the next presentation. May I suggest the small coffee shop provided near the entrance of the center?" he asked, packing his notes away into his satchel. Merely wanting an answer to her inquiry, Cerulia accepted his invitation and followed him through the door of the lecture hall. Little did she know, that was the moment her life changed.