Showing posts with label Spock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spock. Show all posts

Thursday, 14 December 2017

I am Not-Our-Father

"In my culture, 'Death'  is not The End - it's more of a stepping off point. 

You reach out with both hands and Bast and Sekhmet, they lead you into a green veld where... you can run forever."

" That sounds very peaceful."

"My father thought so. 

I am not my father."





[Spock notices an elder Vulcan walking in the docking bay]


The Spock of Vulcan-1 :
Father...?

The Future Spock of Vulcan-2 : 
[turns around to face him] 

Iam Not-Our -Father.
 There are so few Vulcans left. 
We cannot afford to ignore each other.

The Spock of Vulcan-1 : [gets closer] 
Then why did you send Kirk aboard, when you alone could have explained The Truth?

The Future Spock of Vulcan-2 : 
Because you needed each other. 

I could not deprive you of the revelation of all that you could accomplish together, of a friendship that will define you both in ways you cannot yet realize.

The Spock of Vulcan-1 :
How did you persuade him to keep your secret?

The Future Spock of Earth/Vulcan-2 : 
He inferred that universe-ending paradoxes would ensue should he break his promise...

The Spock of Earth/Vulcan-1 : 
You lied..?

The Future Spock of Earth/Vulcan-2 : 
Ah... I - I implied.

The Spock of Vulcan-1 :
A gamble.

The Future Spock of Earth/Vulcan-2 : 
An Act of Faith

One I hope that you will repeat in your future in Starfleet.

The Spock of Earth/Vulcan-1 :
In the face of extinction, it is only logical that I resign my Starfleet commission and help rebuild our race...

The Future Spock of Earth/Vulcan-2 : 
And yet, you can be in two places at once. 

I urge you to remain in Starfleet. 

I have already located a suitable planet in which to establish a Vulcan colony. 

Spock, in this case, 

Do Your Self a Favour : 
Put Aside Logic. 
Do What Feels Right. 

[turns to leave

Since my customary farewell would appear oddly Self-serving, I shall simply say... 

[shows Vulcan hand salute]

 Good Luck.




It is a Reminder to Me That All Things End.


The Spock of Earth/Vulcan-2: 
You've done well, Valeris. As your sponsor at the Academy I've followed your career with satisfaction. 
And as a Vulcan, you have exceeded my expectations.


VALERIS: 
I do not understand this representation.

SPOCK: 
It's a depiction from ancient Earth mythology. 
'The Expulsion from Paradise.'

VALERIS: 
Why keep it in your quarters?

SPOCK: 
It is a reminder to me, that All Things End.

VALERIS: 
It is of endings that I wish to speak. 
Sir, I address you as a kindred intellect. 
Do you not recognise ...that a turning point has been reached in the affairs of the Federation?

SPOCK: 
History is replete with turning points, Lieutenant. 
You must have faith.

VALERIS: 
Faith?

SPOCK: 
That The Universe will unfold as it should.

VALERIS: 
But is this logical? Surely we must...

SPOCK: 
Logic, Logic, Logic...

Logic is the beginning of wisdom, Valeris, not the end

...This will be my final voyage on board this vessel as a member of her crew. 
Nature abhors a vacuum. 
I intend you to replace me.

VALERIS: 
I could only succeed you, sir.

*******

[Spock's quarters]

KIRK: 
Spock?

SPOCK: 
I prefer it dark.

KIRK: 
Dining on ashes?

SPOCK: 
You Were Right. 

It was Arrogant Presumption on my part that got us into this situation. 

You and the Doctor might have been killed.

KIRK: 
The Night is Young. 

You said it Your Self. It was logical. 
Peace is worth a few personal risks. 

...You're a great one for logic. 
I'm a great one for rushing in Where Angels Fear to Tread. 
We're both extremists. 

Reality is... probably somewhere in between. 
...I couldn't get past the death of my son.

SPOCK: 
I was prejudiced by her accomplishments as a Vulcan.

KIRK: 
Gorkon had to die before I understood how prejudiced I was.

SPOCK: 
Is it possible ...that We Two, You and I, 
have grown so old, and so inflexible 

...that we have outlived our usefulness...? 

...Would that constitute... 

...joke?


KIRK: 
Don't crucify yourself. It wasn't your fault.

SPOCK: 
I was responsible.

KIRK: 
For no actions but your own

SPOCK: 
That is not what you said at your trial.

KIRK: 
That was as Captain of a ship. Human beings...

SPOCK: 
But Captain, we both know that I am not human.

KIRK: 
Spock, do you want to know something..? 

...Everybody's human.

SPOCK: 
I find that remark ...insulting.

KIRK: 
Come on, 
need you.




THE REBEL WARRIOR : 
Don't tell me you're getting sentimental, Quark. 

THE MAN OF BUSINESS : 
Me? Not a chance. 
I just don't like change. 

THE PROPHET: 
You'd better get used to it. 
Things are going to be pretty different around here now. 
To the best crew any Captain ever had. 

This may be the last time we're all together, but no matter what The Future holds, 
no matter how far we travel, 
a part of us, a very important part, will always remain here on Deep Space Nine. 

Monday, 11 September 2017

9/11 is a Joke



Now I dialed 911 a long time ago 
don't you see how late they reactin'
They only come when they come when they wanna go 
get the morgue truck and then bag the goner
They don't care cause they get paid 
anyway they treat you like an ace that can't be betrayed
I know you's know with no use people if your life is on the line, 
then you're dead today
Late comers and the late comers stretcher 
that's a body bag in disguise y'all I'll betcha
I call 'em body snatchers quick they come to fetch you
With a autopsy ambulance just to dissect ya
They are the kings 'cos they swing amputation 
lose your arms your legs the famous compilation
I can prove it to you watch the rotation 
it all adds up to a funky situation

Get up get, get, get down 911 is a joke in yo town
Get up get, get, get down late 911 wears the late crown
Get up get, get, get down 911 is a joke in yo town
Get up get, get, get down late 911 wears the late crown
911 is a joke, 911 is a joke

Everyday they don't ever come correct 
you can ask my man right here with the broken neck
He's a witness to the job never bein' 
done he would've been in full effect
911 is a joke cause their always jokin' 
they the token to your life when it's croakin'
They need to be in a pawn shop 
on a 911 is a joke we don't want 'em
I'll call a cab 'cause a cab will come quicker 
the doctors huddle up and call a flea flicker
The reason that I say that 'cause they flick you off like fleas
They be laughin' at ya while you're crawlin' on our knees
And to the strength, so go the length 
thinkin' you are first when you really are tenth
You better wake up and smell the real flavor 
cause 911 is a fake life saver

Get up get, get, get down 911 is a joke in yo town
Get up get, get, get down late 911 wears the late crown
Get up get, get, get down 911 is a joke in yo town
Get up get, get, get down late 911 wears the late crown
911 is a joke, 911 is a joke, 911 is a joke, 911 is a joke, 911 is a joke
Get up get, get, get down 911 is a joke, 911 is a joke, 911 is a joke
Get up get, get, get down 911 is a joke, 911 is a joke, 911 is a joke
Get up get, get, get down


McCOY: 
Come on Spock, it's me, McCoy! 
You really have gone where no man has gone before. 
Can't you tell me what it felt like?

SPOCK: 
It would be impossible to discuss the subject without a common frame of reference.

McCOY: 
You're joking!

SPOCK: 
"A joke" - is, a story with a humorous climax.

McCOY: 
You mean I have to die to discuss your insights on death?

SPOCK: 
Forgive me, Doctor, I am receiving a number of distress calls.


McCOY: 
I don't doubt it!


*****



[Spock's quarters]

KIRK: 
Spock?

SPOCK: 
I prefer it dark.

KIRK: 
Dining on ashes?

SPOCK: 
You were right. 
It was arrogant presumption on my part that got us into this situation. 
You and the Doctor might have been killed.

KIRK: 
The night is young. 
You said it yourself. It was logical. 
Peace is worth a few personal risks. 
...You're a great one for logic. 
I'm a great one for rushing in where angels fear to tread. 
We're both extremists. 
Reality is... probably somewhere in between. 
...I couldn't get past the death of my son.

SPOCK: 
I was prejudiced by her accomplishments as a Vulcan.

KIRK: 
Gorkon had to die before I understood how prejudiced I was.

SPOCK: 
Is it possible ...that we two, you and I, have grown so old, and so inflexible 

...that we have outlived our usefulness...? 

...Would that constitute... 

...joke?


KIRK: 
Don't crucify yourself. It wasn't your fault.

SPOCK: 
I was responsible.

KIRK: 
For no actions but your own

SPOCK: 
That is not what you said at your trial.

KIRK: 
That was as Captain of a ship. Human beings...

SPOCK: 
But Captain, we both know that I am not human.

KIRK: 
Spock, do you want to know something..? 
...Everybody's human.

SPOCK: 
I find that remark ...insulting.

KIRK: 
Come on, need you.




Yes, 
Us people are just poems 
We're ninety percent metaphor 
With a leanness of meaning 
Approaching hyper-distillation 
And once upon a time 
We were moonshine 
Rushing down the throat of a giraffe 
Yes, rushing down the long hallway 
Despite what the p.a. announcement says 
Yes, rushing down the long hall
Down the long stairs 
In a building so tall 
That it will always be there 
Yes, it's part of a pair 
There on the bow of Noah's ark 
The most prestigious couple 
Just kickin' back parked 
Against a perfectly blue sky 
On a morning beatific 
In its Indian summer breeze 
On the day that America 
Fell to its knees 
After strutting around for a century 
Without saying thank you 
Or please
And the shock was subsonic 
And the smoke was deafening 
Between the setup and the punch line 
Cause we were all on time for work that day 
We all boarded that plane for to fly 
And then while the fires were raging 
We all climbed up on the window sill 
And then we all held hands 
And jumped into the sky
And every borough looked up when it heard the first blast 
And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed 
And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar 
Looked more like war than anything I've seen so far 
So far 
So far 
So fierce and ingenious 
A poetic specter so far gone 
That every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling 
Over 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on 
And I'll tell you what, while we're at it 
You can keep the pentagon 
Keep the propaganda 
Keep each and every tv 
That's been trying to convince me 
To participate 
In some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution 
Perpetuate retribution 
Even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution 
Is still hanging in the air 
And there's ash on our shoes 
And there's ash in our hair 
And there's a fine silt on every mantle 
From hell's kitchen to Brooklyn 
And the streets are full of stories 
Sudden twists and near misses 
And soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters 
With tales of narrowly averted disasters 
And the whiskey is flowin' 
Like never before 
As all over the country 
Folks just shake their heads 
And pour
So here's a toast to all the folks that live in Palestine, Afghanistan, 
Iraq, El Salvador
Here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation 
Under the stone cold gaze of Mt. Rushmore
Here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors 
Who daily provide women with a choice 
Who stand down a threat the size of Oklahoma City 
Just to listen to a young woman's voice
Here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now 
Awaiting the executioner's guillotine 
Who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads 
To find peace in the form of a dream, peace in the form of a dream
Cause take away our PlayStations 
And we are a third world nation 
Under the thumb of some blue blood royal son 
Who stole the oval office and that phony election 
I mean 
It don't take a weatherman 
To look around and see the weather 
Jeb said he'd deliver Florida, folks 
And boy did he ever

And we hold these truths to be self evident: 
Number one, George W. Bush is not president 
Number two, America is not a true democracy 
Number three, the media is not fooling me 
Cause I am a poem heeding hyper-distillation 
I've got no room for a lie so verbose 
I'm looking out over my whole human family 
And I'm raising my glass in a toast
Here's to our last drink of fossil fuels 
May we vow to get off of this sauce 
Shoo away the swarms of commuter planes 
And find that train ticket we lost 
Cause once upon a time the line followed the river 
And peeked into all the backyards 
And the laundry was waving 
The graffiti was teasing us 
From brick walls and bridges 
We were rolling over ridges 
Through valleys 
Under stars 
I dream of touring like Duke Ellington 
In my own railroad car 
I dream of waiting on the tall blond wooden benches 
In a grand station aglow with grace 
And then standing out on the platform 
And feeling the air on my face
Give back the night its distant whistle 
Give the darkness back its soul 
Give the big oil companies the finger finally 
And relearn how to rock-n-roll 
Yes, the lessons are all around us and the truth is waiting there 
So it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets 
And clear the air 
Get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand 
Of someone else's desert 
Put it back in its pants 
And quit the hypocritical chants of 
Freedom forever
Cause when one lone phone rang 
In two thousand and one 
At ten after nine 
On nine one one 
Which is the number we all called 
When that lone phone rang right off the wall 
Right off our desk and down the long hall 
Down the long stairs 
In a building so tall 
That the whole world turned 
Just to watch it fall
And while we're at it 
Remember the first time around? 
The bomb? 
The Ryder truck? 
The parking garage? 
The princess that didn't even feel the pea? 
Remember joking around in our apartment on Avenue D?
Can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design 
Following a fantastical reversal of the New York skyline?!
It was a joke 
At the time 
And that was just a few years ago 
So let the record show 
That the FBI was all over that case 
That the plot was obvious and in everybody's face 
And scoping that scene 
Religiously 
The CIA 
Or is it KGB? 
Committing countless crimes against humanity 
With this kind of eventuality 
As its excuse 
For abuse after expensive abuse 
And it didn't have a clue 
Look, another window to see through 
Way up here 
On the hundredth and fourth floor 
Look 
Another key 
Another door 
Ten percent literal 
Ninety percent metaphor 
Three thousand some poems disguised as people 
On an almost too perfect day 
Must be more than pawns 
In some asshole's passion play 
So now it's your job 
And it's my job 
To make it that way 
To make sure they didn't die in vain 
Ssh
Baby listen 
Hear the train?