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First Officer's Log
Nov. 28th, 2010 02:36 pmFirst Officers Log.
Stardate: 2261.082
Location: Haven
I am unsure as to how these events have transpired. My last memory is of being on the Enterprise in 2261, and now, I am not even certain that I am in the same year. I have met a man named Jonathan who has been a source of information for me. He has expressed an ignorance to my alien heritage that is very surprising. His accent is that of a male from the North American Continent of Earth, and yet, he did not recognise that I am Vulcan. He is driving a vehicle synonymous with the late 20th century Earth, but is not giving it the care that one would ordinarily give such an antique. It in fact seems to be his main mode of transport, despite the internal combustion engine.
The other vehicles that have previously passed me also run on an internal combustion engine.
These facts, as well as the fact that he is not speaking Federation Standard, but instead is speaking English, lead me to believe that I am no longer in the twenty third century.
However, this place, Haven as it is called, has been over-run with 'Zeds'. I myself have been attacked by one such being. She appeared to be already deceased as part of her body was de-composed, yet she still had control of her motor functions. Her cognitive functions were non-existent however, and she seemed to be driven by the primitive need to feed. I regret that I was forced to end her life. However, she is but one of an... an army of such beings. In Terran history, no such event has been recorded. But it is occurring now.
Am I in an alternate dimension?
Has some machine or person somehow brought me here as it did my older, alternate self?
These are questions I cannot answer yet.
I must go forward.
I wish Jim...
End Log.
Stardate: 2261.082
Location: Haven
I am unsure as to how these events have transpired. My last memory is of being on the Enterprise in 2261, and now, I am not even certain that I am in the same year. I have met a man named Jonathan who has been a source of information for me. He has expressed an ignorance to my alien heritage that is very surprising. His accent is that of a male from the North American Continent of Earth, and yet, he did not recognise that I am Vulcan. He is driving a vehicle synonymous with the late 20th century Earth, but is not giving it the care that one would ordinarily give such an antique. It in fact seems to be his main mode of transport, despite the internal combustion engine.
The other vehicles that have previously passed me also run on an internal combustion engine.
These facts, as well as the fact that he is not speaking Federation Standard, but instead is speaking English, lead me to believe that I am no longer in the twenty third century.
However, this place, Haven as it is called, has been over-run with 'Zeds'. I myself have been attacked by one such being. She appeared to be already deceased as part of her body was de-composed, yet she still had control of her motor functions. Her cognitive functions were non-existent however, and she seemed to be driven by the primitive need to feed. I regret that I was forced to end her life. However, she is but one of an... an army of such beings. In Terran history, no such event has been recorded. But it is occurring now.
Am I in an alternate dimension?
Has some machine or person somehow brought me here as it did my older, alternate self?
These are questions I cannot answer yet.
I must go forward.
I wish Jim...
End Log.
