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A/N: I'm not so sure about the last line. I couldn't get it to sound right, but...
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A Private Little War
There is no such thing as magic. I should know.
I've met a creature that feeds on salt, looks into peoples' minds,
and changes its appearance to catch its prey.
I've seen beings that look like green faces or blobs of energy,
with power to change matter.
I've seen silver eyes steal my best friend from me,
and men act like gods.
I've seen as the deepest secrets of us all
were revealed—
a virus like intoxication,
an evil other self.
I've seen the powers of Venus drugs
and the powers of belief.
I've had an android made of me,
and met insane scientists,
I've known children three hundred years or more
older than I,
and planets uncannily like Earth,
I've experienced the loneliness of absolutely…nothing.
I've met a man with a puppet,
and a ship like none I've ever seen.
I've seen Spock lie for someone.
I've seen beings who can create illusions
more real than reality.
I've seen the powers—good and bad—
of love,
I've learned that
the enemy
always has a face you know.
I've been to a planet
where dreams come true,
I've seen a quasar-like phenomena
where such a thing should be impossible,
I've met a man with a mirror
who was only a child,
I've met aliens like reptiles
and I've gone back in time.
I've seen how technology can lie;
I've been part of the fulfillment
of a prophecy.
I've met a man who should be dead,
genetically engineered and great.
I've seen wars waged by computers,
and plants that make you happy and content,
I've seen monsters become mothers
and battled with Klingons
when those I thought I would protect
watched on, with no need of my help.
I've met two men who were one,
and I've walked in an antimatter universe.
I've lost a true love to save the future,
and seen a brain with separate cells.
I've learned a secret of the Vulcans,
and met a god.
I've been adopted father to a murderous robot
and seen just how lucky it is
to live in a universe of trust.
I've been to a world
where rocks explode
and a snakehead-cave eats food.
I've destroyed a machine that eats worlds.
I've encountered aliens
who gave me Halloween,
a planet of androids,
a creature of electricity,
and Spock's parents.
I've been with people who tower over me,
and I've met radiation that makes men grow old.
I've obsessed over a vampire-cloud,
and killed Jack-the Ripper;
I've tangled with the eternal mystery of tribbles.
I've met gambling brains in glass,
and Chicago gangsters,
I've killed a giant space-amoeba
that reverses polarity,
and seen the shock
of many deaths.
There is no such thing as magic. I should know.
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A/N: alternate last line:
But I don't believe in magic. I should know.
or
But I don't believe in magic.