borrowing the six sentence Sunday idea
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chanter1944From the ever-brilliant alexseanchai.
The story from which I've snippet-ed is nowhere near finished. It's slooooow going, mostly because Vulcan thought processes are dang hard to write. It says something when Manual text is one of the easier aspects of a story.
In that PAD's archive's otherwise empty topmost file, set as a block of text in the exact, by her imprecise attempt at visual measurement, center of the digital page, there is a bewildering declaration, a series of seeming absolutes that Valeris first scans in silence and ignores, then returns to and reads aloud, careful, as near to bemusement as Vulcans allow themselves to draw, and half to herself, while facing her cell's far wall. She is uncertain, even much later, whether the desire to vocalize this text arose from her own disbelief in its existence as a whole, an attempt to more thoroughly dissect its tenets, or a wish to convince herself of its reality. The ends. The means. The reason. The ends.
The beginning.
Flicker-dark flicker-bright, and, Valeris, reads the screen of her contraband device, again in paired lines of Vulcan and (the language is referred to as the Speech, according to her recent reading), Rura Penthe penal colony. Current ranking: Novice, pre-rating. On Ordeal, no calls.
alexseanchai. The story from which I've snippet-ed is nowhere near finished. It's slooooow going, mostly because Vulcan thought processes are dang hard to write. It says something when Manual text is one of the easier aspects of a story.
In that PAD's archive's otherwise empty topmost file, set as a block of text in the exact, by her imprecise attempt at visual measurement, center of the digital page, there is a bewildering declaration, a series of seeming absolutes that Valeris first scans in silence and ignores, then returns to and reads aloud, careful, as near to bemusement as Vulcans allow themselves to draw, and half to herself, while facing her cell's far wall. She is uncertain, even much later, whether the desire to vocalize this text arose from her own disbelief in its existence as a whole, an attempt to more thoroughly dissect its tenets, or a wish to convince herself of its reality. The ends. The means. The reason. The ends.
The beginning.
Flicker-dark flicker-bright, and, Valeris, reads the screen of her contraband device, again in paired lines of Vulcan and (the language is referred to as the Speech, according to her recent reading), Rura Penthe penal colony. Current ranking: Novice, pre-rating. On Ordeal, no calls.
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Date: 2019-04-17 12:31 am (UTC)I have the sudden urge to post more of this, or... Hey, could I possibly PM you? There's a section of this fic that deals with McCoy and remorse, and with the realization of errors, and I'd love a knowledgeable readthrough. There'd be one heck of an attached TW for references to that scene (TM) in The Undiscovered Country, as well as trauma responses to same, to forewarn.
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Date: 2019-04-17 08:19 pm (UTC)