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Personal log, stardate unknown. Unknowable. After several weeks in this strange place called Milliways, I am still no closer to finding a way to return to my own timeline. It has become increasingly clear the guiding force or forces that brought me and the other inhabitants of the anomaly here wish me to either serve a greater purpose or receive some sort of lesson. I do not enjoy being treated like a student, and yet I cannot say that, compared to other such experiences, that this one is as unpleasant. Jim feels better being able to at least record his impressions. An echo, no doubt, of a career spent keeping records of his every experience. He pauses and wonders about the irony of a veteran instructor at the Academy being the student now. I remain determined to find a way home, but I am quite certain that what I want will not resolve the situation..

Jim turns off the recorder and stares out the window. At least, as chaotic as that view is, he can understand what he's seeing, name some of the phenomena. But at the same time, he longs to be out there. It would be, to paraphrase a book he still fondly recalls, an awfully big adventure.

[ooc: slowtime possible for work]

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"I don't mind the interruptions. It seems I have nothing but time here." He sounds, as usual, a bit bitter, a bit annoyed. "Jim Kirk, Earth, 23rd century.

"Love, I think, is still the opposite of hate. If anything, the ability to love can guide us away from the anger and hatred that creates war in the first place." Though his own capacity to hate has never diminished depsite his ability to love. "Though I know a race that was forced to abandon all its passions to prevent its destruction by the sword." Or rather the bullet, and the laser. "They have brought all emotion under control. Even love."