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TOS Fan Fiction
- Thread starter TrickyDickie
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You can lock this. It duplicated my post in 'Today is Forever'. Next time I will just link instead of cutting and pasting. Problem solved.
I will say that I think you mods would throw Jim Kirk right off the BBS entirely in about 2 minutes or less.
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RODENT: A Character Study from "City on the Edge of Forever"
by 2takesfrakes
"'Weren't you king for a day? Say
Just remember that sunshine
Always follows the rain
So wrap your troubles in dreams
And dream your troubles away...'
Louis Armstrong & his Orchestra came up with that one, as you may recall. 'Wrap Your Troubles in Dreams' is the name of it. I know it's a bit silly, but it always makes me feel kind of good, when I hear it someplace, especially unexpected. But anyway, yeah, this is me, again: Rodent. Miss Goody Two Shoes suggested I keep a diary to give myself something to do, since I'm kind of anti-social, to begin with. But I didn't just come from the Mission, though, no. It's early morning and I just went dumpster diving and came up empty-handed. Funny, how you can come across the most tantalising set of dumpsters you can possibly imagine and not find one scrap in 'em worth eating, or holding onto. Doris, the bag lady, will hold onto a feller sure enough, if he's got a couple of cigarettes on offer, or a can of creamed corn, maybe. Or a can of beans.
Goody Two Shoes ain't a bad-looker, come to think of it. The only reason why I'm not at her Mission, now is because you have to work for her to get the good stuff: two thin pancakes and some weak sugar molasses and a glass of blue-John. Once, in a while, though, it's worth listening to her, she has some good ideas, sometimes. But I feel very awkward writing in this diary, when I have a whole day of doing nothing planned, every morning I wake up. I mean, yeah, there are the down-and-outers to pal around with, sure, but there's quite a few escaped convicts and fugitives from county jails and state penal farms, chain gangs, road gang work camps, and all that I gotta watch out for, too. Then you've got your jackrollers, dips, second-story men, Pete men and heisters and all kinds of hand-burglars just looking to stay on the lay-low until the heat is off. That's mostly why I keep to myself, like I said, before. Because when the rest are gone, mister, I mean to be the one who's still alive. You can kill a rat, but you can't kill a rodent. Mark my words on that, fellas."
by 2takesfrakes
"'Weren't you king for a day? Say
Just remember that sunshine
Always follows the rain
So wrap your troubles in dreams
And dream your troubles away...'
Louis Armstrong & his Orchestra came up with that one, as you may recall. 'Wrap Your Troubles in Dreams' is the name of it. I know it's a bit silly, but it always makes me feel kind of good, when I hear it someplace, especially unexpected. But anyway, yeah, this is me, again: Rodent. Miss Goody Two Shoes suggested I keep a diary to give myself something to do, since I'm kind of anti-social, to begin with. But I didn't just come from the Mission, though, no. It's early morning and I just went dumpster diving and came up empty-handed. Funny, how you can come across the most tantalising set of dumpsters you can possibly imagine and not find one scrap in 'em worth eating, or holding onto. Doris, the bag lady, will hold onto a feller sure enough, if he's got a couple of cigarettes on offer, or a can of creamed corn, maybe. Or a can of beans.
Goody Two Shoes ain't a bad-looker, come to think of it. The only reason why I'm not at her Mission, now is because you have to work for her to get the good stuff: two thin pancakes and some weak sugar molasses and a glass of blue-John. Once, in a while, though, it's worth listening to her, she has some good ideas, sometimes. But I feel very awkward writing in this diary, when I have a whole day of doing nothing planned, every morning I wake up. I mean, yeah, there are the down-and-outers to pal around with, sure, but there's quite a few escaped convicts and fugitives from county jails and state penal farms, chain gangs, road gang work camps, and all that I gotta watch out for, too. Then you've got your jackrollers, dips, second-story men, Pete men and heisters and all kinds of hand-burglars just looking to stay on the lay-low until the heat is off. That's mostly why I keep to myself, like I said, before. Because when the rest are gone, mister, I mean to be the one who's still alive. You can kill a rat, but you can't kill a rodent. Mark my words on that, fellas."
Well, sonofabitch.........!!!! 
I know it's a shameless self-plug, but every time I see mention of City On The Edge Of Forever, I think of my fiction story found here: https://www.trekbbs.com/threads/short-story-set-in-st-tos-era-timelines.221197/ 
I know it's a shameless self-plug, but every time I see mention of City On The Edge Of Forever, I think of my fiction story....
That was a good read.
An interesting take on the Guardian and its self-awareness.
I salute you for having a lot going on and keeping it all straight.
It's very thought-provoking, too.
The separate timelines eventually converging....I tend to think of them getting ever farther apart.
I'm sort of wondering if the 'big-bang' is like an ever-present constant....happening again every moment, because of the constant splitting off. And each universe very rapidly expands to be side-by-side with the one it split from.
Food for thought and more story fodder, anyhow.
Normally, yes, they do, as stated in the story in segment 12. I proposed a situation where the timelines can blend back together.
The popular theory is that new parallel / divergent universes are created with every event.
Flip a coin. If it's Heads, Dallas gets the ball to start the game; if it's Tails, Pittsburgh gets it. Reality bifurcates into separate paths, creating parallel timelines.
That flip of the coin can set up a long chain of events that will change the course of human history. The team that gets the ball first scores early, before the rains hit which causes the rest of the game to go scoreless. That flip determines the winner of the game. A man placed a bet on the game. If he wins, he buys a new car which he soon wrecks and kills a young girl who would have otherwise grown up to become President. If he loses the bet, he rides the bus to work and never see the child until she is elected into office where she pushes an agenda that takes mankind to Mars and beyond.
But let's say you flip a coin but don't look at it. Nothing is based on that coin flip. The theory holds that there are still two timelines created. And yet, they are exactly the same in every detail except for the coin hidden under your hand. Do those timelines continue on forever side-by-side, or can they merge back into a single timeline??
Let's say it's not just a coin flip. Let's say it's two brothers. Neither is destined to have children or otherwise shape historical events. They go off to war together. One dies on Omaha Beach, the other comes home a lives out a quiet life. In either timeline, their actions mirror the actions of their brother in the other universe. They have no different impact on the lives of the people with whom they interact. In the grand scheme of things, does it matter whether it's John or David who lives? And if it does not matter, can these two timelines converge and perhaps eventually merge?
My story takes this new theory and stretches it to the Nth degree, just as Chaos Theory taken to the Nth degree gives us the Butterfly Effect.
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Right now, I'm sort of glad that I didn't have a brother....named John. 
