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Future's Children
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Category:
Star Trek › The Next Generation
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,998
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Star Trek: The Next Generation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Future's Children
Future's Children
Author: Draygon, characters of Star Trek: The Next Generation are the property of Paramount, and the other people they are property of, and they certainly aren't mine. This story is written entirely for amusement and not for profit. No references are intended to any actors portraying these fictional characters or to any other living persons. If you believe that you or anyone you love is being portrayed herein...Might I kindly suggest that you resume payments on your reality check...
Description: This is set several years before Nemesis, and there for has all the characters inhabiting the Enterprise up until then. This is a complete rewrite of a story of the same name published a year ago on this site. Again some subject matter may not be suitable for persons younger than 13 and sometimes older than that.
Please tell me what you think, but be polite. If you do have criticism, please make it constructive. Last time I had people insulting me left and right and it was only until someone pointed out, kindly what the problem was that I was able to fix it.
Thank you, and enjoy.
Nothingness.
For the barest hint of an eternity her world was nothingness. For a moment that seemed to pack a thousand lifetimes into a single second nothing was. And everything was not.
The last thing she remembered was looking out of a window on the plane she was taking back home. She loved to watch the clouds pass by, imagining that it was her body cutting through the mist and not the wing of the plane. But that day was stormy and dark keeping her from enjoying the beauty of her solitude among the packed humanity just to her right.
The sound of the thunder outside had muffed the rustling of the man beside her as he read the Wall Street Journal to ease his anxiety as lightening flashed outside. Most of the lightening was well below them, bouncing around from cloud to cloud like glowing pin balls. Planes were designed to withstand a lightening strike and stay in the air. Composite materials made up most of the body so the electricity would pass through it like it would clear air. She had tried explaining this to the man beside her. But the more she spoke the more anxious he became, so she gave up the effort and leaned her forehead against the window glass.
She had just begun to doze off when she felt a slight shudder roll through the plane. She assured herself that it was just slight turbulence, and resumed her nap. Time seemed to blur for the half hour her mind danced on the edge of awake and sleep. Perhaps it was her neighbor's fidgeting that had woken her but she knew that something was not right the moment her eyes opened.
She looked out the window and was blinded by a direct lightening strike to the tip of the wing. But instead of the lightening passing harmlessly through the plane to the ground, it scorched the wing tip where before there had been a tracking light on the wing. Everything went dark inside the cabin of the plane though the young woman couldn't have known. She groped around in her blindness and found the shoulders of the man beside her. Though just before she called out to a flight attendant she felt the tickle in her ear that signaled that the plane had changed its orientation with the earth. Instead of feeling like she were sitting she felt like she would on a Tilt-a-Whirl.
She heard her fears echoed in the voice of the main flight attendant as she instructed the passengers in the procedure for a crash landing. But before she could find her oxygen mask the light that had been struck on the wing finely broke off, hitting the rear rudder as the pilot tried to turn the plane to starboard to make an emergency landing. The attitude of the plane dissolved into chaotic tumbling, luggage flying out of the overhead compartments to assault their owners.
Just as realization caught up with perception her reality shattered, opening up into deafening silence and blinding darkness. And for the barest slice of eternity time was nothing.
Author: Draygon, characters of Star Trek: The Next Generation are the property of Paramount, and the other people they are property of, and they certainly aren't mine. This story is written entirely for amusement and not for profit. No references are intended to any actors portraying these fictional characters or to any other living persons. If you believe that you or anyone you love is being portrayed herein...Might I kindly suggest that you resume payments on your reality check...
Description: This is set several years before Nemesis, and there for has all the characters inhabiting the Enterprise up until then. This is a complete rewrite of a story of the same name published a year ago on this site. Again some subject matter may not be suitable for persons younger than 13 and sometimes older than that.
Please tell me what you think, but be polite. If you do have criticism, please make it constructive. Last time I had people insulting me left and right and it was only until someone pointed out, kindly what the problem was that I was able to fix it.
Thank you, and enjoy.
Nothingness.
For the barest hint of an eternity her world was nothingness. For a moment that seemed to pack a thousand lifetimes into a single second nothing was. And everything was not.
The last thing she remembered was looking out of a window on the plane she was taking back home. She loved to watch the clouds pass by, imagining that it was her body cutting through the mist and not the wing of the plane. But that day was stormy and dark keeping her from enjoying the beauty of her solitude among the packed humanity just to her right.
The sound of the thunder outside had muffed the rustling of the man beside her as he read the Wall Street Journal to ease his anxiety as lightening flashed outside. Most of the lightening was well below them, bouncing around from cloud to cloud like glowing pin balls. Planes were designed to withstand a lightening strike and stay in the air. Composite materials made up most of the body so the electricity would pass through it like it would clear air. She had tried explaining this to the man beside her. But the more she spoke the more anxious he became, so she gave up the effort and leaned her forehead against the window glass.
She had just begun to doze off when she felt a slight shudder roll through the plane. She assured herself that it was just slight turbulence, and resumed her nap. Time seemed to blur for the half hour her mind danced on the edge of awake and sleep. Perhaps it was her neighbor's fidgeting that had woken her but she knew that something was not right the moment her eyes opened.
She looked out the window and was blinded by a direct lightening strike to the tip of the wing. But instead of the lightening passing harmlessly through the plane to the ground, it scorched the wing tip where before there had been a tracking light on the wing. Everything went dark inside the cabin of the plane though the young woman couldn't have known. She groped around in her blindness and found the shoulders of the man beside her. Though just before she called out to a flight attendant she felt the tickle in her ear that signaled that the plane had changed its orientation with the earth. Instead of feeling like she were sitting she felt like she would on a Tilt-a-Whirl.
She heard her fears echoed in the voice of the main flight attendant as she instructed the passengers in the procedure for a crash landing. But before she could find her oxygen mask the light that had been struck on the wing finely broke off, hitting the rear rudder as the pilot tried to turn the plane to starboard to make an emergency landing. The attitude of the plane dissolved into chaotic tumbling, luggage flying out of the overhead compartments to assault their owners.
Just as realization caught up with perception her reality shattered, opening up into deafening silence and blinding darkness. And for the barest slice of eternity time was nothing.