2552.
Alba II. A Sanatorium for the Criminally Insane.
Braxton hadn’t seen Braxton in almost a year, so there’s no point calling this Braxton “Old Braxton” anymore.
“You are suffering an extreme break from reality Mr Braxton.”
“Captain. Captain Braxton.”
“There is no record of you attending Starfleet Academy Mr. Braxton.”
“Because I haven’t been born yet.”
“Not sane.”
“I’m a time traveller.”
“No such thing.”
“Kirk and his whales.”
“A fairy story for children.”
“Archer fighting NAZIs.”
“Now you’re just making up words.”
“I am a time traveller.”
“You are persisting on clinging to a desperate unhealthy delusion. People cannot travel through time.”
“Maybe I could tell you about the Future?”
“I’d rather you told me why you think you killed that man. It was rather elaborate. Almost ritualistic.”
“He was a time traveller.”
“Well that hardly make sense if you’re both time travellers, wouldn’t you be good friends?”
“We were from different Places. I’m from the 29th Century, and he’s from the 31st century. They oppress us. If you give one of them a chance to get a word out, the next thing you know, your grand parents are unmade, and your DNA is unspooling from reality.”
“So you had to kick a hole in his head?”
“I had to kick a whole in his head.”
“Do you hear the words coming out of your mouth? Normal people do not approve of this level of violence, especially for speculative or maybe even factious reasoning. You had to murder a man because he was the embodiment of a nightmare you have that defies natural reason and basic scientific fact.”
“I had help.”
“No you didn’t.”
“A temporal doppleganger from an alternate timeline booted the hell out of that smug pricks face just as much as I did. Four feet, make light work of a full set of teeth.”
“You were discovered alone with the victim talking to yourself. Temporal diopplegangers don’t exist. Time travel does not exist. This is what is real.”
“You can’t gaslight me.”
“Why not? You claim to have temporal aphasia.”
“I do. I’ll admit I’m a little off kilter, but if you time travel with a lack of caution & little to no chrono-prophylactics, a brain can go a little coo coo. I don’t always still see time in the right order or remember the same timeline as everyone else experiences. I’m regrettably unstuck from this plane of reality.”
“Temporal Aspasia does not exist, because time travel does not exist.”
“I’ll give you points for consistency.”
“I think you’ll discover Mr. Braxton, that is I who is keeping score.”
“I kicked a man until his brain fell out. You should be “very” careful how you talk to me.”
“You didn’t kill anyone.”
“It was some version of Daniels. I’ve killed him a bunch of times.”
“Everyone only has one life to live, and all you did was hang a jar of beets from a lighting fixture and yell at it.”
“What?”
“You are the darkest criminal in the last 200 years of Federation history.”
“Because I executed a time fiend!”
“Destruction of public property. When you smashed that beet jar, the contents went everywhere. The size of the stain is expansive. It can’t be repaired. That carpet has to be replaced which is an obscene deficit which the community chest can barely handle. Few provisions are made for criminal misadventure in a world where we never have to plan for the unexpected.”
“Someone put me in a loony bin for super villains because I ruined a small rug?”
“And because you insist that Time Travel is real, and because you insist that you gruesomely murdered a man that only exists in your imagination.”
“Well there’s a reason for that, isn’t there?”
“Please don’t…”
“The reason I say time travel is real is because I am a time traveller who time travels and very recently with the help of my temporal twin, I murdered a third time traveller trying to boost his time machine that travels through time to travel though time. Time travel. Time travel. Time Travel.”
“This is the 26th century, if someone had invented time travel, I think I would know.”
Alba II. A Sanatorium for the Criminally Insane.
Braxton hadn’t seen Braxton in almost a year, so there’s no point calling this Braxton “Old Braxton” anymore.
“You are suffering an extreme break from reality Mr Braxton.”
“Captain. Captain Braxton.”
“There is no record of you attending Starfleet Academy Mr. Braxton.”
“Because I haven’t been born yet.”
“Not sane.”
“I’m a time traveller.”
“No such thing.”
“Kirk and his whales.”
“A fairy story for children.”
“Archer fighting NAZIs.”
“Now you’re just making up words.”
“I am a time traveller.”
“You are persisting on clinging to a desperate unhealthy delusion. People cannot travel through time.”
“Maybe I could tell you about the Future?”
“I’d rather you told me why you think you killed that man. It was rather elaborate. Almost ritualistic.”
“He was a time traveller.”
“Well that hardly make sense if you’re both time travellers, wouldn’t you be good friends?”
“We were from different Places. I’m from the 29th Century, and he’s from the 31st century. They oppress us. If you give one of them a chance to get a word out, the next thing you know, your grand parents are unmade, and your DNA is unspooling from reality.”
“So you had to kick a hole in his head?”
“I had to kick a whole in his head.”
“Do you hear the words coming out of your mouth? Normal people do not approve of this level of violence, especially for speculative or maybe even factious reasoning. You had to murder a man because he was the embodiment of a nightmare you have that defies natural reason and basic scientific fact.”
“I had help.”
“No you didn’t.”
“A temporal doppleganger from an alternate timeline booted the hell out of that smug pricks face just as much as I did. Four feet, make light work of a full set of teeth.”
“You were discovered alone with the victim talking to yourself. Temporal diopplegangers don’t exist. Time travel does not exist. This is what is real.”
“You can’t gaslight me.”
“Why not? You claim to have temporal aphasia.”
“I do. I’ll admit I’m a little off kilter, but if you time travel with a lack of caution & little to no chrono-prophylactics, a brain can go a little coo coo. I don’t always still see time in the right order or remember the same timeline as everyone else experiences. I’m regrettably unstuck from this plane of reality.”
“Temporal Aspasia does not exist, because time travel does not exist.”
“I’ll give you points for consistency.”
“I think you’ll discover Mr. Braxton, that is I who is keeping score.”
“I kicked a man until his brain fell out. You should be “very” careful how you talk to me.”
“You didn’t kill anyone.”
“It was some version of Daniels. I’ve killed him a bunch of times.”
“Everyone only has one life to live, and all you did was hang a jar of beets from a lighting fixture and yell at it.”
“What?”
“You are the darkest criminal in the last 200 years of Federation history.”
“Because I executed a time fiend!”
“Destruction of public property. When you smashed that beet jar, the contents went everywhere. The size of the stain is expansive. It can’t be repaired. That carpet has to be replaced which is an obscene deficit which the community chest can barely handle. Few provisions are made for criminal misadventure in a world where we never have to plan for the unexpected.”
“Someone put me in a loony bin for super villains because I ruined a small rug?”
“And because you insist that Time Travel is real, and because you insist that you gruesomely murdered a man that only exists in your imagination.”
“Well there’s a reason for that, isn’t there?”
“Please don’t…”
“The reason I say time travel is real is because I am a time traveller who time travels and very recently with the help of my temporal twin, I murdered a third time traveller trying to boost his time machine that travels through time to travel though time. Time travel. Time travel. Time Travel.”
“This is the 26th century, if someone had invented time travel, I think I would know.”
