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BACKRUB - Virginia Sky

There is a saying: "You can never go back". The past is the past and nothing can be done to change it, not even God according to the philosopher Agathon. But what if one could step into the past...not the 'real' past but a facsimile. All the 'what if's?' could be answered once and for all.

A DAY IN THE CITY - S. R. Benjamin

That was most disturbing. I was resting on the bed after finishing the last mnemonic memory circuit. I must have fallen asleep and dreamed. It felt very real, especially the physical contact.

I am sure this cannot be the beginning of pon farr. It is a good thing that Jim is out with Edith Keeler. I believe I left a rag near the circuit boards.

RAVAGE- Shelley Butler

Spock looked stunning.

Or so Kirk thought as he stood in the council chambers on Organia. Maybe a strange thing to think about his first officer, but then he'd been plagued by so many strange thoughts the past few days.

About Spock.

SADNESS, LOSS & LOVE -Deanna Gray

Spock moved swiftly through the empty corridors of the Enterprise-A. His sure, steady pace gave the impression he had a purpose, an illusion he was trying to maintain. In the eight days since departing spacedock with a, finally, fully functional vessel, he had taken to walking the halls late in ship's night. He grudgingly admitted his nocturnal travels through the great starship were becoming a habit

THE LETTER- Helen

He walks on the beach in the early morning, a daily ritual now. He looks forward to greeting the quiet dawn, a chance to think, to remember days past when he lived out among the stars. When he was young and strong the universe stretched out before him and what his small contribution might be.

TIRIZANDI (The Matchmaker's Art)- Jehanna Hunter & J. S. Cavalcante

Ahem. Is this thing on?

Working.

Oh, thank you. Well. I'm required to make a . . . what Terrans call a log record, or some such. Ha-ha. I could give them a log record. Oops. Please strike that last sentence. Anyway, I understand that for now, this is my personal log record, so I must record everything that happens, and I can be absolutely complete and frank in here. I'll edit later.

Front Cover I.M. Muller

Back Cover Linda Wan.

Interior Art, T'Shairen & Shelley Butler

Poetry Susan Sicafoosh

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