Disclaimer: Star Trek doesn't belong to me.
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Plato's Stepchildren
It has been
a very…long…time.
we have powers now,
but, really—what use is power when you're trapped on a planet
with only 37 other people
for…how long?
it feels like forever.
No one says it—no one dares.
but we're all bored.
It is a dangerous kind of boredom, this—
one that makes you feel you will go crazy
one with no end in sight.
we could live for a thousand years,
all the days blending together
in unceasing monotony.
Everything has been done—
not once, not twice, but countless times
and it is hard
to think of
why you should even care.
We play with our power cruelly
to pass the time
because there is nothing else to do.
nothing
else
can get to us now.
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