STAR TREK The Perfect Man Pillars of thought had long been held as forthright truth from the moment mankind appeared on Earth. Many such thoughts had trickled down the eons of time as though the rain that caused them might not ever come to end. And yet, on one particular Tuesday afternoon, one such thought was absorbed like so much rain in the mud of perception. For it was, on that simple Tuesday, the Perfect man was born. He had lived a normal life, in a normal family. He had a father, a mother, and two sisters. They lived as simple people, even in the twenty-third century. His parents were both learned school teachers who taught in a simple elementary school in a suburb of New Seattle. New Seattle, like most western hubs, had grown out of the rubble of the 21st century. And as Earth matured and joined the Federation, New Seattle, just as many other Earth cities, saw a new era of peace and growth that all came with Earth’s ascension in galactic prominence. When he first came into the lives of his parents, the Perfect Man was, of course, just a perfect boy. They were both amazed at his ability perceive events around him that other children his age would take several more years to grasp. Because of their own liberal values, the perfect boy benefited from such a life. It wasn’t long after he reached the age of ten that his parents realized their child was different. It was on his tenth birthday that his parents, who had been busy with their jobs ever since he came into their world, and other aspects of life, that they realized he had never been in trouble. On top of that, he had never missed a day of school, or caused another human to feel pain or sorrow. His parents had long ago decided that when their son had reached the age of ten they would tell him the truth; He wasn’t their biological child, as he had been raised to believe since the moment he came into their lives. As for who and why and how he came into being, not even they knew the entire story. But this much they knew, after his tenth birthday, their son was perfect. They would now live the rest of their lives to see to it that he was safe from harm. The smoke from the ten candles was still dancing in the air like wisps of ghosts locked in an orgy of confusion and pattern. There was a knock at the door. “Do we answer the door?” Ashley asked her husband. “Maybe someone knows he is perfect.” She said as she watched her son open his presents in the next room. “We can’t hide him away,” Matt, Ashley's husband replied. “If we keep him caged up it might cause suspicion.” Ashley looked apprehensive. “We can’t let anything happen to him, Matt. He is perfect. Someone is bound to find out. Perhaps the person at the door is here to take him from us.” “Don’t answer the door.” Matt told her softly. “Are you going to answer it?” Ashley asked softly. Matt nodded in agreement. Life changes your perspective once you have belief, or faith, that your destiny is woven like a thread around another person’s destiny. And so with that thought, Matt walked into his room, and retrieved his father’s old hand phaser. He looked at his own reflection in the mirror on the wall as he held the phaser. Matt was one who deplored violence. But now, with the life of a perfect child to protect, he had a new order in his life; protector. But the Perfect Boy, who would some day be the Perfect man, did not need protection at all. His life was being guided by a force more powerful than the spirals of thought could possibly allow. There are times a row of dominoes will fall and tilt the wind as they do. But, if one were to trace the fallen rows of white retangular shaped objects back they would see the lone domino that was the cause, and the efffect, of the chain. So, naturally, if there was a Perfect man, who was the perfect boy, he must have come from somewhere; the Perfect Father. --continued--
STAR TREK The Perfect man Part 2 Captain James T Kirk found himself being chased by no less than four Hortas. The creatures were coming after him, and he was at full speed. Years of Starfleet training had help mold Kirk into a pretty good runner. But the Hortas could dive through rock as fast as Kirk ran. He was running through one of the tunnels the beasts had carved years earlier, thankful there had been no displacement of the cave to block his path. As he ran, phaser drawn in his right hand, Kirk wondered where Spock was. Where was the security detail? Why was he, the Captain of a Starship no-less, running for his life from a herd of Horta? Then, all of a sudden, he came to a stop. Suddenly, before him, Janice Lester was naked, on a mattress, with lust in her eyes. The Horta were still back there, chasing Kirk down no doubt. But, how could he let such a moment pass with out tasting the fruit before his eyes. Janice called to him. “Come James,” Janice said in a sultry voice, “I want you to be with me.” “I, I want to,” Kirk replied, he held out both of his hands, “I really do.” Kirk said, “But,” Kirk added, “our lives, are in danger.” She smiled at him with a desire that pulled at Kirk to stay, and to be with her. He knelt down, and joined her on the mattress. The shared a very passionate kiss. “I love you Jim, and I never stopped loving you.” Janice whispered into Kirk’s ears. Suddenly, and with out warning, Kirk heard another woman’s voice. THE TIME IS 0700 “Time has no meaning here,” Lester said to him, as if she could hear the other woman’s voice as well. Kirk was looking around, frantically, for the Hortas. He looked down at Janice, but instead he saw Carol Marcus. “Carol?” Jim asked softy. “Where am I, what happened to Janice?” “Who is Janice?” Carol asked as she planted her lips on Kirk’s. Jim Kirk ran his fingers through Carol’s blond mane. Did it really matter who he was with, as long as it was with a woman? No of course, he thought to himself. THE TIME IS 0701 Jim Kirk opened his eyes and then he frowned; the dream was over. There were times when he wished he could live another life, the life of a man in love and married to a woman he loved. But his career, and more importantly, the Enterprise, would not allow it. It seemed as if commanding her, the Enterprise, was Kirk’s only reason to live at times. He climbed out of his bed and prepared to head for the Bridge. -- Ashley and Matt could only watch as their son was escorted out of their home, and ultimately, out of their lives. They had each listened to the older man who had come to their door and told them that the day had come; their son’s tenth birthday. The older man apologized for having to take their son, but Ashley and Matt understood. They had played their parts in a much larger epic. Moments later, the two parents watched as the shuttlecraft containing their son of the past 10 years flew off and disappeared in the distance. They hugged each other and went back into their home, not noticing that the shuttle had changed course, and was heading back toward their home. A shower of energy blasts streaked out from the shuttle and struck the home, exploding it entirely. With that done, the shuttle banked up and zipped out into the stars. The Perfect Boy…was gone.
Yep...I was so caught up in the visual (always liked her milfish quality)..thanks for finding that blooper.. Rob
Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part Three Star Trek The Perfect Man Part Three Jim Kirk was sipping on a cup of coffee as he strode on to the bridge of the USS Enterprise. The dream about Hortas and sexy women from his past had not faded from his mind as of yet. It was rare when he had such intense dreams, he relished the times he could actually recall the images. “Good morning Captain.” Uhura said to Kirk as he passed by her station. “Good morning,” Kirk replied, “any new messages from Starfleet?” Uhura shook her head. “No new communications as of yet sir,” she told him. “Do you think they will finally let us get some shore leave?” Kirk thought for a moment. “How long until we arrive and Andrews Colony?” The answer came from Chekov, at his usual post. “We will be at Andrews Colony in Five hours sir.” Spock came over to where Kirk stood by Uhura’s post. “Sir,” Spock corrected Chekov, “We will be arriving at Andrews Colony in four hours, fifty seven minutes and thirty seven seconds.” “Five hours.” Scotty said from his engineering station. “I can not fathom why you humans can not be more specific with such easy concepts as time units.” Spock said to Scott, and Chekov as well. Kirk knew that the crew was on edge, due to their lack of any relaxation in the past several weeks. He cut them off before they continue. “Well,” Kirk said as he headed for his command chair, “no reason why we can’t run another drill or two.” That always seemed to straighten out the mood. He suppressed a chuckle as he watched Sulu and Chekov swap annoyed glances at the thought of another drill. Suddenly Uhura spoke. “Sir, I have a signal coming in from Starbase 12. Priority one.” Uhura said. Her voice could not conceal her disappointment. A priority signal, this close to shore leave time, was not a good turn of events. “Pipe it down here.” Kirk said as he finished off his coffee. The voice of Admiral Jacobs could be heard coming from the com port on Kirk’s chair. “Enterprise, this is Admiral Jacobs at Starbase 12.” Jacob’s voice said. “Go ahead Harris,” Kirk replied, calling Jacob by his first name, “we hear you.” “Good,” Jacobs replied, “I hate to have to do this to you Jim but I want you to sort out a little mystery that was passed to me about half an hour ago.” “Admiral, we were looking forward to our shore leave at Andrews Colony. Can it wait?” Kirk asked on behalf of his entire crew. “Well,” Jacobs replied, “the mystery is at Andrews Colony. So I was hoping you could look into this matter while you’re there.” Kirk looked over to Spock, who was at his post. Then he looked back at the com port. “Well, it’s not like we have a choice.” Kirk sighed. “No, you don’t.” Jacobs replied right back. “It shouldn’t be too much of a hassle. I have relayed the information to you. Please keep me advised on your progress. Admiral Jacob’s out. Uhura walked over to Kirk and handed him a data-disk. “I transferred and decoded it.” Uhura said to Kirk. The Captain stood up and motioned to Spock. “Come on Spock,” Kirk said, “let’s go pester Bones and see what is so urgent on Andrews Colony that it has to be looked into now.” He looked over to Scotty who was none to happy about possibly of losing shore leave time. “Scotty, you’ve got the conn.” Kirk said to Scotty. “Aye captain,” Scotty said, “but can I have my men do a signal degradation test on the communication’s station?” Spock cut in before Kirk could reply. “Captain, such a test would require Lt. Uhura to take all long range communications off line.” Kirk shook his head at Spock’s info. Then Kirk looked to Scotty. “Start your test immediately.” Kirk said softly. Spock arched an eyebrow. Then he nodded to himself as he figured out why Kirk wanted Scott to do the test. “Illogical.” Spock said to them both. “Totally.” Kirk said with a wry smile as he and Spock entered the Turbo-lift. CONTINUED
Re: Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part Three Wow, Robert-those first two bits were some of the best stuff I have read by you! and the third part was a bit more standard ST but also well assembled. I really want to know where this is going!
Re: Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part Four Star Trek The Perfect Man "...Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of man. For God will bring every deed into judgment, including every hidden thing, whether it is good or evil." Ecclesiastes 12:13-14 (NIV) “…and thus no man can be perfect.” -- “So,” McCoy said after Kirk briefed him and Spock on their little mission at Andrews Colony. “This child was kidnapped ten years ago and, according to Admiral Jacobs, his ID print was recently registered on Andrews Colony at a local market.” Kirk nodded. “That about sums it up. All we have to do is check with the proprietor of the market and see if they have any other information.” “Well,” McCoy said with a wry smile, as he sipped on a cup of tea, “there is a medical library near that market that I’ve always wanted to check out.” “Now you’ll have your chance.” Kirk said to McCoy. Kirk shifted his glance to Spock who had accessed the ships computer by using McCoy’s medical computer. The Vulcan was unusually quiet. “Spock, you seem quite pensive today. Anything you want to tell us?” Spock arched an eyebrow. “No Captain, I was just immersing myself with the original report of the boy’s abduction.” “Any thing we can use?” McCoy asked. Spock was about to reply when Kirk cut in. “You’re voice sounds a little raspy, Bones.” Kirk interjected to McCoy. “Ah, it’s nothing,” McCoy said, “just a little horse from watching Sulu’s fencing match last night against Lt. Wilkes.” “How did our helmsman do?” Kirk asked. “Oh, fine, real fine. Beat him by fifteen points.” McCoy said proudly. Kirk looked back to Spock. “Sorry Spock, what were you going to say?” Spock continued. “The child, Raymond Everett Norris, was 10 years old the day he was abducted, just as Doctor McCoy said a moment ago.” Spock told them. “Moments after his abduction, his home was destroyed by a spread of photon torpedoes that left both his parents deadl.” “This happened, on Earth?” Kirk asked. Spock nodded his head. “Yes Captain, ten years ago to this very day. No motive was ever found.” “Odd,” McCoy said softly. “You wouldn’t think something like that could happen on Earth now or even fifty years ago.” “There’s more, isn’t there?” Kirk asked Spock. “Indeed. The parents who were killed in the attack were not his biological parents. He was adopted. The circumstances surrounding both deaths of the biological parents are listed as classified.” That piqued Kirk’s and McCoy’s interest. “Their deaths have been made classified?” Kirk asked Spock, “by whom?” “Unknown.” Spock replied. McCoy chuckled softly. “Not such a little mystery as we were led to believe.” McCoy retorted. Kirk thought for a moment. “Well,” Kirk said to his friends, “we have a job to do.” Then he looked back to Spock. “Keep digging Spock. We won’t arrive at Andrews Colony for another couple hours. See what else you can dredge up.” “Yes sir.” Spock said. “But don’t do it here,” McCoy said to Spock, “I need that computer. I am running some test and I need to use that computer in about twenty minutes.” Spock stood up. “I will endeavor to find more answers on the bridge.” Spock said to Kirk. “I’ll join you up there in an hour. I’m going to try to get a hold of Admiral Jacobs again. See what more he has.” “You can’t sir,” Spock told him. “Mr. Scott’s crew is hard at work on their degradation tests.” “Damn,” Kirk said. “Well, I’ll try to contact him after Scotty is done with the test.” With that said, Kirk and Spock left sickbay. The Questions were piling up and the answers were few, if at all. CONTINUED
Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part Five Star Trek The Perfect man (Twenty-years and seven months before the Perfect Boy, who would one day be the Perfect Man, was born…) It is very seldom that the truth can travel more than one road. One can usually use the hindsight of wisdom to look back on the chain of events that lead to a particular place and time. Geoff Norris was doing just that. He thought back on the events of the past seven seconds. “You’re what?” Geoff asked his wife, Julia. Julia could not suppress her smile. “I’m pregnant.” Geoff did the same thing that men had done for centuries. He swooped up his wife into his arms and kissed her. It was hard to believe in miracles, especially in the twenty-third century, but Geoff did on this day. He had married Julia only a year earlier. They were both at the young age of twenty-five. She had a promising medical career ahead of her in Starfleet, and he showed promise as a civilian engineer. All of his life he was told by his various doctors that he was impotent. The sperm formation inside of his body would not produce the life giving essentials to create a child. Even with twenty-third century technology, it was a condition that could not be altered. He had given up the hope of having children of his own, until he happened to meet Julia’s father at a symposium on Vulcan. His name was Martin Andrews, and just like his daughter, he worked in the medical field as well. Where her career had just started, Martin, her father, had already had a worthy career in genetics. When the subject of Geoff’s problem came up, Martin told him that he had a solution. Taking time off of his work, Geoff traveled to Starfleet Medical in Sydney Australia to under go Martin Andrew’s treatment. It was there he met a young nurse, Julia. She was Martin’s daughter, and helped administer the treatment of a daily basis for three weeks. The prescribed treatment included daily injections and all sorts of pills. It was during this time that Geoff and Julia began to see more in each other. They began to fall in love. Now, nearly one year later, she had just given him the bit of news he, Geoff, had always wanted to hear; he would soon be a father. “Are you sure?” Geoff asked his wife. She gave him a very perplexed look. “What, you don’t believe me? I’m only two months along, so it doesn’t show yet, thankfully.” she said as she placed his hand on her belly. “You’re going to be a father, Geoff. It’s the miracle you and I have always wanted.” “And I owe it to your father.” Geoff said as they hugged each other. “Three months ago when he said I was fertile I still didn’t believe him, I had my doubts.” “But now,” Julia told him, “here we are. All of that is in the past. Our child is going to be a blessing.” “I know,” Geoff said as they kissed. She leaned closer to him and whispered in to his ears, “Our child will be perfect.” Geoff nodded in agreement. He did not comprehend at the time what she had meant with those last five words. But, in time, he would. And hope and love he felt on this day, the day he was told he would be a father, would be replaced with absolute and total fear. Psalms 127:3-5 Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate. --continued--
Re: Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part Five Star Trek The Perfect Man Part Six James Kirk entered the Transporter room to find McCoy and Spock already waiting there for him. “I was beginning to wonder if you were coming.” McCoy said as Kirk walked over to Scotty, who was ready to operate the Transporter Machine. “How many shore-leave parties have gone down?” Kirk asked Scott, who was in charge of assigning shore-leave parties. “So far five have gone down” Scotty answered. “I can bring them back up if you want.” Kirk shook his head. “No, not necessary,” Kirk told him. “There’s no reason why this little investigation has to affect the entire crew.” “Jim,” McCoy chimed in, “did you find out any new information from Admiral Jacobs?” Kirk shook his head. “No,” Kirk said softly, “the classified level was above his head as well. Someone has gone through great lengths to keep some of the information about that abducted child buried.” "That child is now twenty years old." Spock interjected. “And yet,” McCoy added sardonically, “with all these questions, we’re going to go down there anyway.” “We go anyway,” Kirk repeated. Kirk then looked to Spock. “What about you Spock? Did you dig up any more information?” “I regret to report Captain that much of the same information I was researching has also been rendered classified.” Spock reported. Scotty sighed. “Are ye sure you want to keep the shore-leave parties going?” Scotty asked. Kirk nodded. “Andrews Colony is one of the most visited Earth colonies in this sector, Scotty,” Kirk said, “haven’t you been here before Bones?” McCoy nodded. “Yes,” McCoy replied, “years ago though. Since that time a very vast medical library was established. So, if you don’t mind, let’s go down there do what we have to do so when we are done, I can see it.” “Yes sir,” Kirk said with a minor chuckle. Scotty observed the coordinates. “I see the market on the board sir,” Scotty told Kirk, “I’ll put you down about a hundred meters or so from the market square.” “That should about do it.” Kirk agreed. Kirk, Spock and McCoy took their positions on the Transporter pad. “Energize.” Kirk said to Scotty. -- Moments later Kirk, Spock and McCoy strode towards the main market square. The inhabitants of the colony were mainly humans, though several off world visitors could be seen intermixed. Though it was small colony, it was quite apparent that it traded in many goods. “What can you tell us about this colony?” Kirk said as he looked to Spock. “Andrews Colony was founded nearly one hundred Earth years ago.” Spock said. “Incredible,” Kirk said, “that means this colony was established not long after the Earth-Romulan war.” “Quite correct,” Spock said, “and it must be pointed out that the original colonists were followers of an ancient Earth belief structure.” “You mean,” McCoy chimed in, “they were religious.” “I believe I just said that, Doctor.” Spock retorted. “So who was Andrews?” Kirk followed up with. “Phillip Andrews,” Spock continued, “was the leader of the colony who established rights to planet under the old stake laws that existed in those times.” “How many colonists were there?” McCoy asked. “There were five-hundred and fifty seven colonists.” Spock replied. Kirk whistled. “The current population is ten thousand or so.” Kirk said with a slight tone of disbelief in this voice. “That’s a lot of procreation from a colony established by a religious sect.” “You can say that again.” McCoy said with a slight chuckle. The three friends entered the market square. There was a pretty good sized throng of shoppers, including several Enterprise crew members. The weather was very pleasant, and Kirk marveled at the friendliness of all. He was even pleased to see that Horseback was still the main mode of travel on this world. McCoy could see that Kirk was amazed. “You like it here, don’t you Jim?” McCoy asked. Kirk nodded in agreement. “Reminds me of the old photos my uncle had on his wall showing what life was like in Iowa centuries ago.” McCoy nodded in approval. “Sometimes I think we have gone too far with our advances. Sometimes I think Life was meant for this kind of simple living. What about you Spock? Do you agree?” Spock looked to McCoy. “I will remind you that with advancement new ideas and new boundaries will arise. Even you can not deny that.” “I don’t know,” McCoy said as he observed one of the Enterprise crew members buying one cup of lemonade from a small stand ran by two children, “these people look quite content.” “Well,” Kirk said finally, “let’s find the manager. His name is Winert. According to Admiral Jacobs, he is the local manager of this market.” --continued--
Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part Seven Star Trek The Perfect man Part Seven “Well,” Kirk said finally, “let’s find the manager. His name is Winert. According to Admiral Jacobs, he is the local manager of this market.” Kirk walked over to the lemonade stand ran by the two young boys. “Excuse me kids,” Kirk began to say. “Kids?” one of the boys replied. “Mister, I am not a kid. I am eleven years old.” Kirk, taken aback, restructured his question. “I’m sorry,” Kirk said with a smile. “I was wondering if you could tell me where a Mister Winert could be found.” The kid shook his head. “This is a very busy market sir, but I might be able to help you.” Kirk smiled back, waiting for the answer that did not come. “Maybe he didn’t hear you,” McCoy said. The kid looked at McCoy, “Hey, gramps, I heard him.” McCoy did not like the sound of that at all and was about to reply before Kirk cut him off. “What if I bought three cups of your lemonade?” Kirk asked. The kid smiled. “Then I might remember.” McCoy chuckled, “Out of the mouths of babes.” The kid slowly poured the three glasses of lemonade. Kirk passed the first two cups on to McCoy and Spock. Spock seemed unsure of what to do. “Drink it Spock,” McCoy told him, “it’s a wonderful source of Vitamin-c.” Kirk savored the drink. “This is quite good,” Kirk said to the kid, “I bet you do pretty good business.” The kid, and his younger partner nodded in agreement. “It ain’t bad.” Kirk smiled back. “So, how about telling us where we can find him.” “The first building over there, in the second door, you’ll find his office.” The kid said. “He also happens to be my dad.” “It must be very helpful to have the market manager as your father.” Kirk told him. The militant tone in the boy’s voice returned. “Are you insinuating something mister?” Kirk offered out both arms, “No, I was just making conversation.” The kid squinted his eyes, “I suggest you move on.” Kirk took the hint and, with Spock and McCoy, headed toward the small building that was near the market. As they walked toward the building they passed several clothing outlets, and various food stands. “I liked that kid,” McCoy said, “he has spunk.” Kirk looked to Spock. “Did you like the Lemonade?” Spock nodded, “Though it may have Vitamin-c, as the doctor said, it also seemed to have quite an abundance of sugar.” “And what’s wrong with that Spock?” McCoy asked. “Nothing Doctor, I was just making a statement.” Spock said. They followed the directions the young boy had given them and made their way up the small row of steps that led to a walkway which was dotted with several doors. They walked through the second door and found a modest looking office. There was a small town rustic feel to the surroundings, which added to the charm of the colony. An elderly woman, no doubt the secretary, sat at her desk typing away on an old style typewriter. “Can I help you?” She asked as she looked up at Kirk, Spock and McCoy. “Yes,” Kirk said, “I’m Captain Kirk of the Starship Enterprise. I was wondering if we could talk to Mr. Winert. I sent a message about an hour ago and didn’t get a response, so please excuse any intrusion.” The lady didn’t bat an eye. “Please sign-in, you’ll find a clip board behind you on the wall with the sign-in sheet.” The lady told Kirk. Kirk turned around and sure enough, there was a clipboard. No other names were signed in, that’s how busy it was. He signed his name, and wrote the time in the ‘time in’ space. “Please be seated in the waiting area to your right,” she instructed them, “and Mr. Winert will see you when he becomes available.” The three starship officers did as they were told. A small round table ringed with four chairs, and a plate of chocolate-chip cookies were the extent of the waiting room’s area. The each took a seat. Spock picked up one of the cookies. “What kind of nutritional value does this food item contain?” Spock asked McCoy. “Oh be quiet.” McCoy said as he too picked up a cookie and then bit into it.” --CONTINUED--
Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part Eight Star Trek The Perfect man Part Eight (Fifteen years earlier) And, ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath: but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. (Ephesians 6:4) Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought The better fight. Paradise Lost (bk. VI, l. 29) Earth New Sydney Australia A large estate, with two large houses built upon it. The skyline of the large city can be seen in the distance, on a warm summer day. A small group of children can be seen playing about on the large grass field that separates the two homes. There is also a large fountain, shaped like a cross, with water flowing out and down to the circular pool below. The day was special. It was Raymond’s fifth birthday, and several family and friends had come to help celebrate the young child’s birthday. Raymond, ever the polite host, met with most of the guests. He could see his wife Julia doing the same thing at the other side of the gathered group. Geoff smiled at her as she looked his way. But Geoff’s smile was forced. He had been living a lie for the past five years, and for now, there was nothing he could do. Three days after Raymond was born, Geoff found out that the child was not his. Though she presented it as his child, Geoff had always been suspicious of the pregnancy and the treatment he had undergone. Geoff sought out a second opinion, and three days after Raymond was born, the results of the secret tests came back. Geoff was still impotent. All of the progress reports produced by Dr. Martin Andrews were filled with lies. But not only were the reports a fraud, so were the words of his own wife; Julia. Geoff couldn’t prove her involvement, but he felt it. “You have a beautiful child,” a voice said to Geoff. Geoff turned around and to see one of Julia’s sisters, Angela. “He is indeed.” Angela held out her hand and handed Geoff a necklace adorned with a solid gold cross, surrounded by diamond mount. “He is so blessed.” Angela said. “You will have him baptized this year, won’t you?” Geoff smiled at her. When he married Julia, he was unaware of how religious her family was. As the marriage continued he found him self uncomfortably drawn into their religion. And when Raymond came into their lives, Geoff was well aware of the special treatment this child was being given by not only Julia’s side of the family, but also the parishioners who attended the local church. But since the child wasn’t really his, Geoff didn’t really care how the child was treated. Geoff should not have cared that his wife had lied about the child being his. In an ideal world, he would have loved the child unconditionally. But Geoff was not a special man; he was just an ordinary man with an ordinary background. And he hated being lied to. But he kept his silence for the sake of his marriage. But that kind of secret can only cause a slow erosion of love. Geoff was determined to reveal that he knew the truth. He would wait for the gathered guests to leave, and after Raymond was in his bed asleep, Geoff would confront Julia. “He is the perfect child,” Angela continued, her voice bringing Geoff out of his memories. “That he is,” Geoff said with a smile. “God really broke the mold with him.” Angela smiled back at him. “Has my father spoken to you yet?” Angela asked. “No,” Geoff replied, “I haven’t seen him yet. I’m sure he’s here somewhere.” Angela nodded. “Oh, he is. After he speaks with you tonight, I will seek you out tomorrow. We will have much to discuss.” And with that, she turned and walked away. Geoff wondered what she was talking about. What was Martin going to talk to him about? More and more, as the years passed, Geoff felt like an animal trapped, once on an island, but ever increasingly, inside a large cage, getting smaller. “Come on honey!!!” Julia called out to Geoff. “We’re lighting the candles!!!” Geoff smiled back at his wife. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” He stood and headed for the area where the guests had gathered around to watch Raymond blow out the candles. Geoff took one last look at Angela who was still walking toward the main home. He noticed that Martin, her and Julia’s father, had joined her and both of them looked back at Geoff. He waved at them, but felt as if they were looking right through him. --continued--
Re: Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part Eight Elements of fable and epic type storyline here. I"m interested in seeing where this is going.
Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part Nine Star Trek The Perfect Man Part 9 Winert’s office was so homely, Kirk thought, it reinforced the impression that the settlers of this world, only a generation or so before, had gone through great care to hold on to the past. And it was quite clear that those settlers, of a hundred years ago, were themselves beholden to a lifestyle that kept such values alive. Antique clocks, phones, down to even the pencils that were clumped together in an old coffee cup, were trinkets of the past. Kirk prided himself with his own vane attempt to keep the past in the present. The gun collection he had, and the other family items that were passed down to his brother and himself, were such anchors. Even his old Commodore computer, that still worked to this day and was built 300 years earlier, was just as weighty with the past as the silverware collection that reached back to the 1800s when the Kirk family settled in Iowa. Winert was a portly fellow, who wore a thin pair of glasses on a grandfatherly face. His clothing was very simple. Another example, just like Omicron Ceti III, where modern humans, far from Earth, still reached back to the past for the simple luxury of a pair of jeans, or even other clothes made out of real cotton, not the fabricated material modern Earth, and Starfleet officers wore. He motioned for them to sit down in the seats that were opposite from his side of a very old, but beautiful oak wood desk. “How can I help you Captain Kirk?” Winert asked. “We appreciate your seeing us this quickly.” Kirk said with a smile. “Your market place out there is very busy.” Winert smiled and nodded. “Most of the people who live on this world are no more than four or five miles, yes I said miles, from the market. And Tuesday is always the day when new supplies arrive on Andrews Colony. So, you are really seeing our market place at its busiest. In fact,” Winert said to Spock, “it is very rare when a Vulcan comes to our world. As I walked through the market before I got here, I could hear the locals talking about seeing a Vulcan Starfleet officer. I have great respect for your home world Mister Spock.” Spock nodded his head in polite acknowledgement. Winert continued. “Our planet is roughly the size of Earth. And yet most, if not all of the settlers, settled in an area no larger than a small city in Earth. After a hundred years, that is still the case.” McCoy spoke, “Mister Winert, your colony hasn’t changed that much since last visited nearly ten years ago. It’s still as beautiful, and definitely remains on the top of my list as a place I might want to live someday when I retire from Starfleet.” Kirk got the conversation back on point. “The reason we are here is, hopefully, a small matter. Ten years ago child was abducted from his home on Earth on this tenth birthday.” “Oh my,” Winert said, “I didn’t think that kind of thing happened anymore.” Kirk nodded. “I hadn’t heard of this incident either, but it happened, ten years ago.” Kirk replied, and then he went on. “It gets even worse. Moments after the abduction, the home was destroyed, killing the parents of the child…” -- (Fifteen years Earlier; Earth. The home of Geoff and Julia Norris) Geoff was reading at his desk in his private study. The birthday party had ended a couple hours earlier, and Geoff needed some quiet time. There was a tap on the door and then Martin, Julian’s father, walked in. “Martin,” Geoff said as he watched Martin close the door as he came in, “can I help you?” “We need to talk,” Martin said as he walked over to the desk where Geoff sat. “Sure,” Geoff said as Martin sat down across from him. “Can I get you some coffee?” Geoff asked as he motioned to the replicator near his desk. “No,” Martin said, “besides Geoff, you know how much I detest that replicated mulch.” Geoff nodded. Martin was very much like a relic from the past. As Geoff looked at Martin, he found it hard to hold back his anger from having been lied to by his father-in-law. Geoff was still impotent, and the child told to be his, wasn’t. Geoff had already been making plans to end the marriage, but was still formulating them. “So,” Geoff said to Martin, “what would you like to talk about?” Martin didn’t hesitate. “I am well aware that you know the truth about your son Raymond and that he really isn’t your child.” Geoff felt as if a two thousand pound weight had been placed on his back. “I am also aware,” Martin said, “that you are planning to leave my daughter.” The cage that Geoff found his life to be was getting ever smaller. --continued--
Re: Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part Ten Star Trek The Perfect Man Part 10 (Fifteen years earlier, on Earth..New Sydney.) Two homes sprawl across a large plot of land. Immaculate green grass and well groomed gardens surround the two large mansions. One home belongs to Martin Andrews, famed genetic scientist. The other belongs to his daughter and son-in-law,Geoff Norris, as well as their five year old son Raymond. Geoff, and his father in a law Martin, sits inside the reading study of one of the homes, Geoff’s home. “So, ” Geoff said to Martin, “what would you like to talk about?” Martin didn’t hesitate. “I am well aware that you know the truth about your son Raymond. I know that you are aware that he isn’t your child, and you have known all along.” Geoff felt as if a two thousand pound weight had been placed on his back. “I am also aware,” Martin said, “that you are planning to leave my daughter.” Geoff took a deep breath. Martin had decided to play all his cards up front, so too speak. Geoff had no idea where this was headed. “Yes Martin, I found one week before Raymond was born that he was not my child. I kept the truth to myself these past five years because I loved Julia, enough to keep her lie secret. But as time went by and I reflected on your so called attempts to make me fertile, I came to realized she was taking me for a ride the entire time. I even began her doubts wanting to marry me in the first place.” Geoff told Martin. He continued, “Now, Setting aside the fact that the boy isn’t my son? I am NOW more interested as to who’s child it is, and who was fucking my wife more than five years ago! So what were you doing for all that time with all your medicine and formulas you were pumping me with!! I’m still impotent Martin!” Martin thought for a moment, and then he spoke. “You were not impotent nine months before your child was born.” “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Geoff stated with anger. “That kid isn’t mine!” “Nearly six years ago I was able to perfect a DNA sequence that combined elements of your DNA with my own. I was able gestate enough viable sperm over a few months time for, ironically, a one shot deal. That last injection I gave you, do remember what happened?” Geoff nodded. “I do. You put me under, and when I awoke you told me that Julia and I could have children.” Martin shook his head. “What I said was that you were able to have a child. With out going into detail, that last injection went to the head of the line in your reproductive chain. Julia was made aware of this, and that night the both of you made love, and created a life, your son.” “Jesus Christ martin, Raymond is not my son!” Geoff pressed again. Martin shook his head, “You still don’t understand.” Martin said to Geoff. “The night Julia gave birth, who delivered the baby?” “You did, I remember because I waited in the reception room with a few of my friends, ready to light the cigar and whole bit. I even had one set to the side to light up for you!” Geoff reminded him. “Well, there were two babies in that delivery room that night.” Martin said. “The child created between you and Julia, and another child you would name Raymond.” Geoff could feel the anger growing in his body. “What?” Martin nodded. “I’m sorry we’ve had to keep you in the dark Geoff. But for the safety of the child, your child, Raymond took his place.” The cage was too tight to even breathe within. --continued--
Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 11 Star Trek The Perfect Man Part 11 “Whoever loves father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; and whoever loves son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me; and whoever does not take up the cross and follow me is not worthy of me. Those who find their life will lose it, and those who lose their life for my sake will find it.” Matthew 10:37-39 (Fifteen years earlier, on Earth..New Sydney.) Two homes sprawl across a large plot of land. Immaculate green grass and well groomed gardens surround the two large mansions. One home belongs to Martin Andrews, famed genetic scientist. The other belongs to his daughter and son-in-law,Geoff Norris, as well as their five year old son Raymond. Martin nodded. “I’m sorry we’ve had to keep you in the dark Geoff. But for the safety of the child, your child, Raymond took his place.” Geoff balled his left hand up into a fist and fought with every urge in his body to punch Martin. Be had to hear more. “Martin, where is my real son?!” Geoff demanded. “Geoff,” Martin replied, “I could tell you but won’t. Can’t you understand that there is more going on here than just the simple paternity of a child?” “No, I can’t Martin. None of this makes any sense at all. Does this have something to do with that!?” Geoff demanded as he pointed at the crucifix imbedded on the ring that Martin wore on his left hand’s middle finger. Martin nodded. “Yes, it does.” “Look, Martin,” Geoff said to his father-in-law, “I married Julia totally unaware of her beliefs. And as our marriage went on she tried to get me to believe, but it just wasn’t in my nature. So I’ve gone on, going to all the family functions, but let’s be perfectly clear about this. I do not believe in God.” “I know you don’t,” Martin said, “From the first time we met I have always known you to be a non-believer which made you the perfect choice, among other reasons, to marry my daughter.” “And you also knew I was impotent, and thus, could not father a child of my own.” Geoff added. “Yes, that was part of it, but there is more about your past that you are aware of, Geoff.” Martin said. “So, it had to be this way. There are evil people out there, very evil, who believe what I am about to tell you.” “Look, Martin, if this has anything to do with God and Jesus, I don’t want to hear it. I don’t believe, and I will never believe! Just tell me where my real son is or, believe me, I will kill you!” Geoff stated forcibly. Martin shook his head. “It is because of this life of denial of yours that I have gone through great lengths to keep our child safe. And yes that’s what I said, our child.” Martin looked at the crucifix that was imbedded on his ring. “The world has waited nearly 2400 hundred years for mankind’s salvation. My family can trace its roots all the way back to those times, Geoff. Generation after generation we have been preparing for his return, and now, thanks to you, his return can be heralded. But there are forces in the universe that will not allow his return to happen. They will not let the perfect child, the perfect man mind you, to exist. And I dare say neither will God himself. The perfect man would violate his most holy of words. In some ways you and I agree on this. I believe in God, you don't. You want a universe with out a God, and I have come to believe that such a universe may be more preferable in these times. With our child, I can make that universe, one with out divinity at the core." “You’re a nut!” Geoff said with soft anger. “What does that have to do with my son?” “Immaculate conception is a concept that is beyond your limited mind,” Martin said. “As I told you a moment ago, my bloodline stretches back to the old world, the exact place where divinity began. Once my ancestors realized this truth, this divine truth, we have awaited the time where we could be the cause and effect that would create the perfect man again.” Martin pointed to Geoff. “And now, thanks to you, that time has come.” Martin said with a slight smile. "And with the Pefect Child comes the perfect trap; I will destroy God. Your son will be the bait, and your son will be the hammer." Geoff could only stare at his father-in-law with total shock and disbelief. "You are mad, and I will stop you! Now tell me where my son is!" Geoff demanded. CONTINUED
Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 12 Star Trek The Perfect Man Part 12 (we pick the story where we left off a moment ago) (Earth..New Sydney. Fifteen years before the fourth year of Captain Kirk’s original five year mission.) The home of Geoff Norris "You are mad, and I will stop you! Now tell me where my son is!" Geoff demanded. At that instant the door to the study opened up and two men entered and they headed straight towards Geoff. “What the hell is going on here,” Geoff demanded, “Who are you? Why are you in my home!?” The two men did not respond. Geoff was boxed in behind his desk. There was nowhere he could go. The two men grabbed Geoff by the arms and forced him out from behind the desk. “What are you going to do with me Martin?” Geoff asked his father-in-law, who was still sitting in his chair, observing the two men who began to tie Geoff’s hands up with restraining lines. Geoff tried to struggle, but the two men were stronger and were able to over power him. “Answer me!” Geoff yelled. “What are you going to do with me!? Kill me!?” Geoff looked over to the door as Angela, his Wife’s sister, came into the room. She held on to the crucifix that was around her neck. Martin looked to her. “He is yours, Angela.” Martin said. Then he looked back to Geoff. “You know what to do with him.” Then he spoke to Geoff. “We won’t kill you Geoff, our son will need still need you in the years to come. Just know that although your life has been one of denial, I will always love you as a son.” “I hate you!” Geoff spat back. “I will break out of any cage you put me in!!!” Martin stood up and walked over to where the two men were restraining Geoff. In one swift move Martin punched Geoff in the right cheek, digging the crucifix on his ring deep into his son-in-law’s skin. Blood trickled out of the wound on Geoff’s cheek, which was in the shape of cross. “Go with God, my son,” Martin said, “know his comfort. Seek his wisdom and from it you will find glory.” Martin reached into his own pocket and pulled out a wooden match. He struck across the service of the desk and brought the flame up to the bleeding wound, in the shape of a cross, on Geoff’s right cheek. Angela knelt to her knees and started to quote from the bible as Martin applied the flame to Geoff’s wound. Geoff screamed in pain, and his head collapsed in pain; Geoff was out cold. With that, the two men dragged Geoff out of the room, as Angela followed them out. Moments later, Julia entered, with young Raymond by his side. “What will happen to him?” Julia asked. Martin smiled as he walked over to where Julia and Raymond stood. “I think you know.” He told his daughter, and he patted Raymond on the head. Martin slowly lowered his hand from the boy’s head of hair, down to his neck. And in one quick motion it was done. One less loose end remained. Raymond’s lifeless body was on the ground. It was clear that Julia did not care one bit. Martin walked over to the window, and could see his home across the large grass field that separated the two houses. “Now, my dear,” Martin said to Julia as he turned back to her, “let’s go over there and see our real son.” Julia hugged his arm. “I would like that father.” Martin took her hand in his and led her out of the room, down the long hallway, and down the stairway. Martin looked at her, and she looked at him, and they both smiled. Martin had only one thought; only one loose end left. -- (Fifteen years later; The Enterprise is in orbit of Andrews Colony.) Scotty, who was in temporary command of the Enterprise as Kirk and Spock were on the planet below for their investigation, and hopefully for some R and R, was sitting at the engineering station on the bridge over looking some of the routine maintenance chits that the various crews on duty had submitted. Scotty smiled as he looked at the names of those involved. There were a few officers, here and there, but mainly junior crew members who were on their first tours of duty. No doubt they had wanted to go below for some shore-leave as well. But someone had to do the work, and as usual, it fell to the newer crew members. Such was the life of a newbie. Suddenly the deflector shields of the Enterprise snapped on, and the light began to flash over on Sulu’s and Chekov’s post. Two young officers were working over at Uhura’s post, and another two were busy running a diagnostic on some of the flooring panels. They all looked up as well. Scotty was already in action and headed over to Spock’s station. He pushed a couple buttons and then opened up a communication channel to Kirk. “Kirk here,” Kirk’s voice was heard seconds later. “Cap’t,” Scotty said, “The Enterprise’s computer has detected a field of energy approaching the planet at high speeds. Just incase I have taken evasive maneuvers. However, according to my calculations it will strike the planet not far from your current position. ” “How long do we have?” Kirk asked. “No more than a minute or so. The composition of the energy blast is unknown, but the blast it creates shouldn’t be all that spectacular. In my opinion it’s almost as if someone fired shot at someone on the planet, but from pretty far away obviously.” “Track it Scotty. Send out a general warning to everyone down here and get back with us after it hits.” Kirk ordered. “Aye, Cap’t.” Scott said. Swiftly he sent out the general warning. Everyone with a communicator would receive four distinct beeps on from their communicator, warning them to take cover. -- Meanwhile, on the Andrews Colony, in Winert’s office. “My word, what is happening?” Winert asked. Kirk shook his head. “I don’t know. But for now, we should all take cover just in case.” Kirk, Spock and McCoy got out of their chairs and leaned up to the desk, as did Winert on the other side of the desk. “Nothing like this has ever happened like this before.” Winert’s voice said from the other side of the desk. Meanwhile, a hand from Kirk’s side of the desk reached up and felt around until it found the plate of cookies they had brought from the waiting area and had placed on Winert’s desk. The hand found a cookie and brought it back down. Doctor McCoy bit into the cookie, smiling at Spock the entire time. Spock gave him a very annoyed look. CONTINUED
Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 13 Star Trek The Perfect Man Part 13 Martin Andrew, and his daughter Julia, traversed the grass partition that separated their two homes. In moments they entered Martin’s home. They entered the large den where a child was playing with a large train set that was mounted on a large table. “He loves trains,” Julia said with a smile, “just like you do.” It was the first time Julia had ever seen her son. After years of raising a child that wasn’t her own, or her husband’s, she was finally given this chance to see this child, born from her. “Yes he does my dear. In many ways he reminds me of my self, and why shouldn’t he? Half of his DNA is mine, half is Geoff’s. You were the perfect vessel for such a child.” Martin said with a warm smile. They walked over to the boy as he was using the controls to operate the train as it glided along the tracks. “Raymond?” Martin asked, and the boy looked up. “This is your aunt Julia.” Martin said, obviously hiding the true identity of Julia being the child’s mother. Raymond looked up. “Hello there,” the child said, “I’m playing with my new train set.” Julia smiled back at him, while holding back her tears. It was this child’s birthday as well. And where as the child who had replaced Raymond was no more, this child’s future was bright. Julia knew why; he was the product of perfection. And, more importantly, he was man’s salvation. One of the nannies who had been raising the boy walked in. Martin spoke to her. “Please escort Raymond to the other den; I need to speak with Julia in private for a moment.” The nanny did as she was told and took Raymond by the hand, and led him out of the room. Martin walked over to the large oak chest that was situated in the corner of the room, and removed a bottle of wine and two wine glassed from the shelf. Unknown to him Julia unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled it down over her arms, revealing her naked breasts. Martin poured the drinks, opened up another shelf, and took out a long slender box the size of his arm. He turned to face his daughter, and brought the box and two glasses of wine over to where she stood. “Father,” Julia said, “why didn’t you create our child by making love to me? It was the way things were done in the past.” Martin nodded. “Yes, and you are very beautiful, and I had thought about it. But my DNA is pure, and your DNA has half of your mother’s in it. It had to be done this way,” he told her as he took in the sight of her nakedness. He opened up the box he held as they both sipped on their wine. Inside the box was a long dagger, adorned with various religious symbols. He put down his glass of wine. “I have upheld my part of this bargain, and I have let you see your real son.” Martin said. “Now you must do your part, and take your life.” He handed her the long dagger, she took it from his hand and then placed his hand on her breasts. “I wanted you to feel the passion I have for you.” She said to him with passion in her eyes. He moved his hand up to her cheek and caressed it. “Go with the glory of God my daughter. Know his sacrifice and know that his love is unending.” She set her glass of wine down, too his hand into her own, and kissed it. Then she stepped back from her father, and took the dagger, and drove it into herself, penetrating her heard. As her live ebbed, Martin helped lower her to the ground, quoting the bible as he did, “Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of this, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you." Julia died, her eyes remaining open after her life was gone. Martin closed them. He stood up from her lifeless body, and prepared for the next step. He had spent many years preparing for the next part of this plan. He would place the child, the perfect child, in the unwitting arms of a recently married couple who lived in Seattle, in North America. A man named Matt Jacobs, and his wife, Ashley. They would keep Raymond safe for the next five years of his life until the age of ten, when Martin would take the child back. But in the next five years, while Raymond was hidden with Matt and his wife, Martin would return to his real home; Andrews Colony. And then all would be prepared for what would come next in Raymond’s life; his ascension. And, if Martin had his way, the utter destruction of God and the heavens in which he dwelled. -- Five years later, on Raymond’s tenth birthday. His adoptive parents, Matt and Ashley, held a small birthday party for Raymond. And then the knock on the door came. The man, Martin Andrews, who had left Raymond in their care, had returned just as he said he would. He had come to take the child away. Ashley and Matt Jacobs could only watch as their son was escorted out of their home, and ultimately, out of their lives. Moments later, the two parents watched as the shuttlecraft containing their son of the past five years flew off and disappeared in the distance. They hugged each other and went back into their home, not noticing that the shuttle had changed course, and was heading back toward their home. A shower of energy blasts streaked out from the shuttle and struck the home, exploding it entirely. With that done, the shuttle banked up and zipped out into the stars. The Perfect Boy…was gone. Continued..
Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 14 Star Trek The Perfect Man Part 14 Kirk, Spock and McCoy got out of their chairs and got down to the ground and they leaned closer to the desk, as did Winert on the other side of the desk, preparing for the blast. “Nothing like this has ever happened before.” Winert’s voice said from the other side of the desk. Seconds later they could hear a minor explosion in the distance. Kirk whirled open his communicator. “Scotty, what’s your status?” Kirk asked. The Scottish engineer’s voice answered right back. “The blast hit outside the main area of the city. I’ll have exact bearings in a moment or so.” “First,” Kirk countered, “make sure everyone down here is okay. Then get back to me with what you found about the impact point.” “Aye sir, I’ll get right on it!” Scotty replied. Kirk whisked around the desk and helped Winert back into chair. “Are you all right?” Kirk asked the elder manager of the market. Winert nodded. “Yes Captain Kirk, I am fine.” McCoy and Spock stood by Kirk’s side. “Now Mr. Winert,” Kirk said to Winert, trying to get to the point of their visit, “a few days back, out there in the market, someone’s hand print was identified as belonging to the child who was abducted from Earth exactly ten years ago.” “We do have out world visitors who trade with many of our merchants,” Winert replied, “hand print identification happens all the time in the market. From food, to clothing, and other supplies, it isn’t that out of the ordinary.” Winert pleaded with Kirk. Kirk motioned to Spock. “Show him the computer rendering of Raymond Norris, and how we believe he would look at the age of twenty.” Kirk said. Spock did as ordered and handed Winert his Tricorder. Kirk pointed at the computer generated image of Raymond Norris, and the approximation of what he would look like in the here and now. “Do you recognize this man?” Kirk asked. Winert looked at the image and shook his head after a slight pause. “No, Kirk, I have no idea who this person is.” McCoy, who had answered a hail on his communicator, spoke to Kirk. “Jim,” McCoy said, “Scotty reports there are no casualties.” Kirk looked relieved. “Good, at least we know our people down here are uninjured.” McCoy continued. “He also reports that a Starfleet scout class vessel, under the command of Admiral Jacobs, is in route to Andrews Colony and will arrive here with in three hours.” “Fascinating,” Spock said upon hearing the news, “why would the Admiral find it necessary to come to Andrews Colony?” Kirk shook his head. “I don’t know,” Kirk said after a moment. Then he looked back at Winert. “Are you sure you can’t help us?” Winert shook his head. “I’m sorry Captain Kirk,” Winert replied. “We have so many visitors on a daily basis there is no way I could remember every visitor even if I said out to meet them all.” McCoy handed Kirk his communicator. “Scotty has the information about the impact point.” Kirk took the communicator from McCoy. “Go ahead Scotty.” Kirk said. Scotty’s voice spoke out from the communicator. “The blast struck a structure on the outskirts of the main city, but was deflected, at the last moment, by screens that surround the compound.” Kirk could see out the window of Winert’s office, and the small column of smoke that came from beyond the main city. On a nearby hill, a large house, more like a mansion, was built upon the hill as though it was the city’s protector. Kirk instincts told him that the large mansion was the target of the energy field. Kirk looked back to Winert. “Who lives in that complex?” Kirk asked, pointing at the hill. Winert was visibly flustered. “If you mean to say that person was the target of the energy blast, I assure you that is not case at all.” --continued--
Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 15 STAR TREK THE PERFECT MAN Part 15 Kirk had played his fair amount of Poker to know a bluff when he saw one. “Perhaps, Mr. Winert, but I am going to go there and knock on the front door of that house.” Winert looked down for a moment, and then he looked up to Kirk and replied. “Our world is not Earth, Captain Kirk. We are not governed by your laws. We were granted our independence fifty years ago. As manager of the market square, and as acting mayor of the city, I forbid you to leave the confines of our city.” “Why?” Kirk asked defiantly. Winert stood up and faced Kirk. “I’m afraid I am going to have to ask you, and your crew, to leave our planet Captain Kirk. We were humble, and allowed you into our city. You have repaid us with suspiscion, and for all I know, your ship was the target of that blast. In any event, please leave our world immediately.” -- Moments later Kirk, Spock, and McCoy, left Winert’s office and headed out of the market. He could see the Enterprise visitors beaming off the planet in distance. “What do you think Spock?” Kirk asked his first officer. “What do you think about our little mystery now?” Spock shook his head. “With humans involved on both sides of the ledger, it is hard to place odds.” McCoy chuckled. “So,” McCoy said, “its Jim’s ability, and Winert’s as well, to think out side of logic that makes it impossible for you to deduce what will happen next.” Kirk took one last look back at the market square, and then over to the Lemonade stand. The two kids were still there. Kirk walked over to them. “What do you want?” The boy asked. Kirk opened his hands, and dropped several credits into the boy’s hand. “That’s enough to buy at least one hundred glasses of Lemonade,” Kirk said. “All I want is a name.” The boy’s eyes were still wide with excitement at seeing so much silver and gold credit chips. “Sure, whose name would you like?” The boy asked. Kirk pointed at the house in the distance, atop the hill. “Who owns that property?” The boy looked at the hill, then back to Kirk. “The mansion belongs to Martin Andrews. And if I were you?” The boy added, “I wouldn’t go there.” Kirk watched as the boy, and his little helper, no doubt his little brother, both scurried away. Then Kirk turned to Spock. “I want to know who Martin Andrews is, and his connection to the founding of this world.” “Yes Captain,” Spock replied as they prepared to beam up to the ship. Seconds later they shimmered away. -- Winert looked out the window of his room, and watched Kirk shimmer away. At that moment the door to his office opened. “Are they gone?” A voice asked. “Yes, they are gone” Winert replied. Then he turned to face the person. “But they know Raymond is here.” Winert added. Martin Andrews nodded to Winert. Then he headed back out the door. “What will you do now?” Winert asked. Martin paused at the door, and then looked back at Winert. “I will deal with this Starship Captain as I have with all who stand in my way.” Martin said. “We are too close to the rapture of salvation to allow anyone to stop this glorious moment. No one can be allowed to intervere; including Captain James T Kirk.” -- Coming soon! Captain Kirk comes face to face with Martin Andrews.