I promised an explanation of sorts. Here it is.
Postscript
Over a year ago I wrote a Next Generation piece with the working title Picard1. That story withered when I ran out of ideas-writer’s block, if you will. Then one night a few months ago I began the story of Joe Smith from “Living Witness”, encompassing his return to Earth after nine hundred years. Joe, a back-up version of The Doctor, had been dug up in an archeological find on an alien planet in the Delta Quadrant. After serving the societies there for a while he took a ship to go back to the Alpha Quadrant. I found that intriguing and picked it up with his return. I was writing my way through his tale when I tossed in a line about Picard being responsible for the destruction of the Federation. Then lightning struck. I had left Vash staring into the first room in the Preserver chamber saying, “Oh, my God! Jean Luc, you have to see this!” I didn't know what the hell she'd seen. I suddenly realized that I had the build up surrounding Picard already written. I combined the two tales in my posts on the BBS to create Remnants. I continued to write Joe’s story as a separate tale from Picard’s, cutting and pasting as I went so as not to get too confused about who was where. It wasn’t until Chapter 8 of Remnants that I finally began writing one story together instead of 2 separate ones.
Here’s the kicker, the part that cracked me up. With the exception of the Next Generation part of the story up to the point where Picard and Vash first opened the Preserver chamber, I wrote the entire story under the influence. That’s right, without an outline or a timeline to keep things straight, I only wrote late at night after I’d been drinking. Not that I wrote or drank every night-but I didn’t touch the story unless I’d “had a few”. I don’t even remember writing the bit about the house and the female corpse-I’d gone to play poker with my buds that night and woke up the next morning trying to figure out what I’d done after coming home. Imagine my horror at realizing I’d not only wrote a chapter of my story but I’d posted it online! I was soooo freaking out that Saturday!
Now, almost everyone was highly complimentary of the tale and I thank you. In response to the few bits of criticism I received-
The Picard that activated the gates-impulsive and reckless? You mean the same guy who chased his Professor’s clues half-way across the galaxy, risking the Khitomer Accords and war with the Romulans to find the answers? Or the one that appeared in “Captain’s Holiday”? Or the one that was willing to risk death to secure the Iconian gate secrets in the face of Romulan aggression? That’s the guy I was writing about-a man who showed his weaknesses when he indulged his passions, a man who realized that and (usually) kept himself under tight control to avoid trouble. The same man who needed an artificial heart when he lost his head and attacked a Naussican. A passionate man.
As for the ending being “rushed”. No, it wasn’t. It took me 50 WORD pages to reach the ending I envisioned back around Chapter Three. I knew Joe’s failure would bear within it the seeds of success. That was the point of the story. That no action, attempted with good faith, is a failure. The “theme”, if you will.
And, finally, yes, those pathetic little creatures from that TOS episode were Iconians-not the super-Iconians of my story but actual, slightly degenerate descendants of the originals. I believe one was named “Sylvia” in the episode. I may go back and explore it one day-the whole Iconian thing. Ironically, the story was supposed to be about the Preservers-I’ve never been happy with what I’ve read about them in the fan fic I’ve found(and I’ve read a LOT) so I wanted to tell their tale. Someday, maybe I will, but this story took off in directions I never saw coming. It seemed to work out, though, and I thank you all for reading.