I am someone who has something that no one else has: I have a real knowledge of the true story of Trip and T'Pol.
You know, that charming rogue of a Human man and that splendid and fascinating Vulcan female that very many people have come to love, when some of their adventures - theirs and the rest of the crew - was shown on the screen. I am speaking of Star Trek, that's clear; and particularly of that show entitled, Enterprise. But, above all, I'm talking about what made Enterprise so engrossing and engaging; I think I can affirm that without being subject to denials.
I am speaking, with complete clarity, of the tiny but brightly shining sparkle that - amid the epic undertakings of the whole crew – allowed people to learn about the engaging story of Trip and T'Pol. To see that the "love" story of Trip and T'Pol was "Logical", as T'Pol would say, raising her elegant eyebrow, and prompting a stifled snigger of connivance on the part of her bond mate. Yeah, because they had everything in order to attract the interest and arouse the love of any open minded person.
They were the first interstellar lovers; so frail, and yet so tough in their frailty; so apparently distant from one another, and yet so close; so eager to love one another, and yet so afraid to do so. And, while so deeply enamoured of each other, they were also a bridge of light between two opposing worlds, across space. Their story looks toward a better future.
Sure. But how did they choose which path to follow as they travelled towards each other on this bridge? And what has been the result of their journey?
This is the problem; because - I told you - only a sparkle of their story was revealed in the episodes that were made; nothing is known of the burning flame that was born from this sparkle. Nothing is known of their destiny. I mean: their true destiny; because what was seen on the screen, particularly when Trip died, which was supposed to be end of their love story, was discovered through investigation to be an artificial and incorrect reconstruction. Surely, the reason, the truth was not disclosed, in spite of the goodwill and the undoubted good faith of those who - in the spectacular manner needed by a television show - wanted to have this controversial history handed down to posterity. And even if some writers have tried, in their books, to bring to light what is rumoured - maybe, only maybe – actually to have happened, the all world knows that this was, inevitably, the literary interpretations of a few scanty and poorly accessible documents that these writers - however, fully deserving of respect and gratitude for their effort - were able to find in the archives of Earth and Vulcan. And, also in hidden documents found in other dark corners.
But - allow me to say – that it is fortunate, I am here. I told you: I am the one who has access to the true story of Trip and T'Pol, a knowledge that no one else has.
I do not make an empty boast simply because I desire glory; my family had and has the luck of enjoying relations that no one else can claim with Trip and T'Pol; with them and their descendants. Their descendants, sure; and one more time I do not speak without substance. I know things about them that nobody else knows. They, themselves told their story to a member of my family - an ancestor of mine - who became their friend and confidant and I have collected these confidences; as well as those that their friends and colleagues have honoured my forefather with cognizance of; and, obviously, the confidences that their descendants told me in person. Oh yeah, I think I'm the greatest authority with regard to both of them, the most experienced expert; their whole story is perfectly known by me, in every detail.
And it is such a marvellous story!
Yet - I started to think - why should people not be allowed to know, what I know? I thought that many people would like to learn what I have knowledge of. I am readily persuaded this is the correct course of action. What had happened for real to Trip’s love story with T'Pol, which apparently ended so abruptly? What happened for real when people were deceived into believing that Trip had died? What happened for real between him and T'Pol, after his supposed death? And - a bit of mischievous curiosity is reasonably licit, of course - would it be possible (both before and after Trip's presumed disappearance) that people may bask a little in the warmth of that burning flame I was talking about? I mean... well, you know what I mean.
I had to think about this matter very seriously, I must be sincere, because... well... because I have no right to write - to disclose - things that don't belong to me.
I mean: when it comes to private facts about Trip and T'Pol, I cannot be completely certain that they would have been agreeable to those facts being made public, even after all this time, and despite the strong friendship that bound them to my ancestor, and that still binds our families.
Not only that. It's the movie production company, Paramount, that rightly holds ownership of the characters that were shown on the screen; a representation of what was commonly known about Trip and T'Pol, and about all their friends and foes and the adventures they had.
But this story, - I never tire of repeating it - the story of Trip and T’Pol, is such a wonderful one. It's unfair that people can't really know the truth of it. Sure, it's unfair. But in this case - I started to think - considering the deep sense of justice that animated them, they most likely would give me their consent to reveal their true story. Especially now, that there is no longer danger of any kind, obviously not for them, but for their descendants and for me, too, as well as for any other person involved in their story. Actually - if I really learned something about this wondrous couple - I may bet without fear of being proved wrong that they would willingly allow me to make public anything, about them and their marvellous affair of adventure and love. Why? Well, they were very private people, that's true, and they always put the interest of the community before their own needs, to the point that they accepted that their affair must be kept quiet: it would have been too dangerous the knowledge in the hands of those damn Terra prime fanatics, or their stupid and hidden followers. The risk was too great that they could not only harm Trip and T'Pol, but also their friends and relatives. Not to neglect, the possibility that the mad and blind desire for revenge of that infamous sect, together with its insane ideology, could trigger, with a crazy terrorist strategy, a wave of horror on all worlds.
Sure, sure. "But" - I seem to hear the rigorously logical reasoning T'Pol would proceed to make, ignoring the increasing cheeky grin of that filibuster - her man - "I know those opprobrious Terra primers don't exist anymore and now peoples from all worlds have learned to live together, even with all the difficulties that cultural and genetic differences inevitably bring and even if man's madness is still lying in ambush. And in spite of the fact I and my T’hai’la are very private people, it would be in order to dispel the last remnants of absurd intolerance. It would very logical to make the story of me and my Ashayam public, because our affair - as you Humans would say - would make absolutely clear to everyone that there is no escape: we, both I and he, but above all I - I must admit - have stubbornly and foolishly tried to fight against our feelings and our mutual ineluctable attraction; but in the end we have ceded - I have ceded, completely and fortunately - to our... to our... (my Trip finds it easier to pronounce this word). But I am reasonably persuaded I am perfectly understandable." - It's still T'Pol who speaks through my words; but, like she would say, I am reasonably persuaded that she would have spoken in this way - "And so people - everyone, wherever they live, whenever or wherever they are born - must understand that light is more powerful than shade, that... ahem... love... will always be capable of defeating misunderstandings and wariness. Our story is a refulgent example - to speak again as Humans would do - of how there is no way, and not even any absurd hate, that can prevent that which cannot be prevented."
I can see T'Pol saying this, while leaning against her Ashayam, as his grin dissolved into a mellow smile.
And so, any obstacle with regard to the lawfulness of divulging Trip and T'Pol's story, even in its most private aspects, have vanished, with their permission; by their will, one could say. I know them too well to be mistaken.
Yeah, but there is still Paramount, and, against them, I have no weapons.
Damn, what a pity. Such a beautiful story, such a sweet tale, a story of such worth, it should be told in its whole verity and reality... and this cannot be done, because everything of Trip and T'Pol, of their companions, of their enemies, of their known adventures... everything of Enterprise's history, belong to Paramount; such an old and important movie production company. And on the other hand, it's perfectly understandable that Paramount want to secure its rights over such an attractive story.
Oh, hell's bells! Or, to use Malcolm Reed’s words, bloody hell! So everything is destined to remain in the fog of indeterminacy; weakly illuminated in the most dim and uncertain light from the books that have sought to pierce the veil that covers all.
A story like this. A story so lovely; so heart-warming; so enthralling, as to seem... as to seem... invented.
Invented? INVENTED? But, sure, certainly, of course! This story, the story of Trip and T'Pol, the story which I know, can be such a story; a fantasy! And stories that are totally of my invention. That is the solution!
Simple, easy, obvious; logical, that is what T'Pol would say.
Now, what do they call those stories? The ones that are written by the fans of Star Trek who have ambitions to be writers? Fan... fan... fanfiction! That's right – Fanfiction.
And so be it!
All I have to do is tell the true story of Trip and T'Pol in the form of fanfiction.
So there it is – the perfect solution.
And so be it.
Until I have disclosed everything I know.
And indeed this is what you find here. No chronicle, no revelation of historical fact or of events that really happened.
You will find fanfiction here. There is nothing else apart from that. There is nothing more than that. And, no, nothing less than that either.
And, on the other hand, what else would you want or expect from a writer such as I or if you prefer as I claim to be?
Yeah, because that’s another thing that I must tell you about me: I write, yes, I am a writer. I write Fanfiction; stories involving Trip and T'Pol.
Consequently, I narrate stories; or in other words tales, that might be baloney, or perhaps twaddle, or even fibs.
Okay, in other words, I invent.
Just so, I am an inventor of false realities, more or less true to life, as any writer, who is more or less smart, can do.
That is to say I am a liar.
And - you were all completely right to either believe or not believe me – although I must make clear that almost everything I've said before is totally, absolutely, completely false.
Invented.
It's a lie.
I told an enormous, incommensurable lie.
Am I a descendant of a one who had such an acquaintance with Trip and T'Pol that he became their confidant? To such an extent that I have access to his collection of their thoughts, facts and events, something that nobody else knows about? To the extent that I - as his descendant - am able to tell their story, I mean their true story, the one that nobody else is aware of?
Stories, tales, baloney, twaddle, fibs – That is just what an inventor of stories, such as I, must conjure up.
You will find stories, tales, baloney, twaddle and fibs here.
Fanfiction invented and written with love for two personages, for two characters that are not mine, they belong to Paramount. However they have been able to feed a vein in me that was previously unknown; an inventor of tales, a writer.
Fanfiction written for fun, and without any intention of infringing Paramount’s ownership of the characters, and without making any profit, past, present or in the future.
That's my disclaimer; that is what I want to make perfectly clear.
I underline this.
Do you want to disprove what I said in my introduction? Okay, here it is. If I am a descendant of the man who became such a dear friend of Trip and T'Pol that he was able to collect their confidences with regard to their real story, how could I know what happened to the Trip and T'Pol, who lived in the Mirror Universe? Or even the circumstances of the Trip and T'Pol trapped in the E2 universe?
Yeah, because we also discuss them here, and also the Trips and T'Pols, who belong to other dimensions and other universes not yet discovered.
But theirs was not and is not the universe of my ancestor, or my universe; so, you can understand that I could not know anything about them, as my ancestor never met these other versions and would not have been privy to their history on their viva-voce.
Sure. It's so.
Well, to be frank, I must admit that I am a good friend of Daniels. You know, the fellow who by virtue of his peculiar profession has at his disposal a lot of advanced technology, which allows him to jump like a frog through space, time, universes, and different dimensions.
Certainly he was sworn to secrecy with regard to his missions, but ... eh well ... the ability to gain the friendship and trust of people, to the point they feel sure and confident enough to let slip that which should not ... well, this ability must be innate in our family. Indeed, my friendship with Daniels is comparable to that of my ancestor in respect of Trip and T'Pol. Actually, I can't deny that he has made a good deal of exceptions with regard to the need to keep secrets for me. He has told me in detail all he knows (and it is virtually all) of the Mirror Universe, of the E2 universe, as well as the other universes and different dimensions, and - of course - even the Trip and T'Pol who live in our universe.
So it is clear that, if you will be kind enough to read all that is stored here, you will also come to know the true story of Trip and T'Pol from the Mirror Universe and the E2 Universe, and also of some other Universes, why not? This, I believe, would bring great satisfaction to people who love the story of Trip and T'Pol: not only to know all about "our couple", so to speak, but also about their various counterparts. And thanks to first hand information, one might say. Not just supposed.
Or invented.
Invented? Oh, bloody hell! Here we go again! I’m afraid that I have been teasing you. Once again I am doing my job as a writer, but only for fun! I am telling fibs. I'm inventing. I'm lying.
Eh, perforce! I am a liar by profession (and for fun, of course! For fun.)
Oh yeah. Sure. Sure.
Yes, yes.
Eh ... but ... in this case ... I mean, if things are so ... How does one know if and when a self-styled writer is lying?
Namely, to speak about me... Am I lying when I say that I have a true and total cognizance of Trip and T'Pol's real story, or am I lying when I say that what I know of them has nothing to do with reality? Is it the case that all I have to offer are fables - tales - to tell and write about them? Am I lying? Okay, perhaps: but when?
Am I lying when I say that I am lying?
Or, even could I be lying when I say that I am telling the truth about lying?
Or...
Fables? Fanfiction? What the hell! Reality, of course! Reality... sure... unless I am not lying. But, if I am lying... Do the stories have some basis in reality, for real? Or do they have no reality, but with a hint of fact?
Wow, all of this could result in some headaches, don’t you think?
Mh, maybe it's better not to think about it too much and instead start to read the stories that are here, if you would like to, that is...
Fanfiction can be found here.
Sure. Fanfiction.
Would you like to believe?
You know, that charming rogue of a Human man and that splendid and fascinating Vulcan female that very many people have come to love, when some of their adventures - theirs and the rest of the crew - was shown on the screen. I am speaking of Star Trek, that's clear; and particularly of that show entitled, Enterprise. But, above all, I'm talking about what made Enterprise so engrossing and engaging; I think I can affirm that without being subject to denials.
I am speaking, with complete clarity, of the tiny but brightly shining sparkle that - amid the epic undertakings of the whole crew – allowed people to learn about the engaging story of Trip and T'Pol. To see that the "love" story of Trip and T'Pol was "Logical", as T'Pol would say, raising her elegant eyebrow, and prompting a stifled snigger of connivance on the part of her bond mate. Yeah, because they had everything in order to attract the interest and arouse the love of any open minded person.
They were the first interstellar lovers; so frail, and yet so tough in their frailty; so apparently distant from one another, and yet so close; so eager to love one another, and yet so afraid to do so. And, while so deeply enamoured of each other, they were also a bridge of light between two opposing worlds, across space. Their story looks toward a better future.
Sure. But how did they choose which path to follow as they travelled towards each other on this bridge? And what has been the result of their journey?
This is the problem; because - I told you - only a sparkle of their story was revealed in the episodes that were made; nothing is known of the burning flame that was born from this sparkle. Nothing is known of their destiny. I mean: their true destiny; because what was seen on the screen, particularly when Trip died, which was supposed to be end of their love story, was discovered through investigation to be an artificial and incorrect reconstruction. Surely, the reason, the truth was not disclosed, in spite of the goodwill and the undoubted good faith of those who - in the spectacular manner needed by a television show - wanted to have this controversial history handed down to posterity. And even if some writers have tried, in their books, to bring to light what is rumoured - maybe, only maybe – actually to have happened, the all world knows that this was, inevitably, the literary interpretations of a few scanty and poorly accessible documents that these writers - however, fully deserving of respect and gratitude for their effort - were able to find in the archives of Earth and Vulcan. And, also in hidden documents found in other dark corners.
But - allow me to say – that it is fortunate, I am here. I told you: I am the one who has access to the true story of Trip and T'Pol, a knowledge that no one else has.
I do not make an empty boast simply because I desire glory; my family had and has the luck of enjoying relations that no one else can claim with Trip and T'Pol; with them and their descendants. Their descendants, sure; and one more time I do not speak without substance. I know things about them that nobody else knows. They, themselves told their story to a member of my family - an ancestor of mine - who became their friend and confidant and I have collected these confidences; as well as those that their friends and colleagues have honoured my forefather with cognizance of; and, obviously, the confidences that their descendants told me in person. Oh yeah, I think I'm the greatest authority with regard to both of them, the most experienced expert; their whole story is perfectly known by me, in every detail.
And it is such a marvellous story!
Yet - I started to think - why should people not be allowed to know, what I know? I thought that many people would like to learn what I have knowledge of. I am readily persuaded this is the correct course of action. What had happened for real to Trip’s love story with T'Pol, which apparently ended so abruptly? What happened for real when people were deceived into believing that Trip had died? What happened for real between him and T'Pol, after his supposed death? And - a bit of mischievous curiosity is reasonably licit, of course - would it be possible (both before and after Trip's presumed disappearance) that people may bask a little in the warmth of that burning flame I was talking about? I mean... well, you know what I mean.
I had to think about this matter very seriously, I must be sincere, because... well... because I have no right to write - to disclose - things that don't belong to me.
I mean: when it comes to private facts about Trip and T'Pol, I cannot be completely certain that they would have been agreeable to those facts being made public, even after all this time, and despite the strong friendship that bound them to my ancestor, and that still binds our families.
Not only that. It's the movie production company, Paramount, that rightly holds ownership of the characters that were shown on the screen; a representation of what was commonly known about Trip and T'Pol, and about all their friends and foes and the adventures they had.
But this story, - I never tire of repeating it - the story of Trip and T’Pol, is such a wonderful one. It's unfair that people can't really know the truth of it. Sure, it's unfair. But in this case - I started to think - considering the deep sense of justice that animated them, they most likely would give me their consent to reveal their true story. Especially now, that there is no longer danger of any kind, obviously not for them, but for their descendants and for me, too, as well as for any other person involved in their story. Actually - if I really learned something about this wondrous couple - I may bet without fear of being proved wrong that they would willingly allow me to make public anything, about them and their marvellous affair of adventure and love. Why? Well, they were very private people, that's true, and they always put the interest of the community before their own needs, to the point that they accepted that their affair must be kept quiet: it would have been too dangerous the knowledge in the hands of those damn Terra prime fanatics, or their stupid and hidden followers. The risk was too great that they could not only harm Trip and T'Pol, but also their friends and relatives. Not to neglect, the possibility that the mad and blind desire for revenge of that infamous sect, together with its insane ideology, could trigger, with a crazy terrorist strategy, a wave of horror on all worlds.
Sure, sure. "But" - I seem to hear the rigorously logical reasoning T'Pol would proceed to make, ignoring the increasing cheeky grin of that filibuster - her man - "I know those opprobrious Terra primers don't exist anymore and now peoples from all worlds have learned to live together, even with all the difficulties that cultural and genetic differences inevitably bring and even if man's madness is still lying in ambush. And in spite of the fact I and my T’hai’la are very private people, it would be in order to dispel the last remnants of absurd intolerance. It would very logical to make the story of me and my Ashayam public, because our affair - as you Humans would say - would make absolutely clear to everyone that there is no escape: we, both I and he, but above all I - I must admit - have stubbornly and foolishly tried to fight against our feelings and our mutual ineluctable attraction; but in the end we have ceded - I have ceded, completely and fortunately - to our... to our... (my Trip finds it easier to pronounce this word). But I am reasonably persuaded I am perfectly understandable." - It's still T'Pol who speaks through my words; but, like she would say, I am reasonably persuaded that she would have spoken in this way - "And so people - everyone, wherever they live, whenever or wherever they are born - must understand that light is more powerful than shade, that... ahem... love... will always be capable of defeating misunderstandings and wariness. Our story is a refulgent example - to speak again as Humans would do - of how there is no way, and not even any absurd hate, that can prevent that which cannot be prevented."
I can see T'Pol saying this, while leaning against her Ashayam, as his grin dissolved into a mellow smile.
And so, any obstacle with regard to the lawfulness of divulging Trip and T'Pol's story, even in its most private aspects, have vanished, with their permission; by their will, one could say. I know them too well to be mistaken.
Yeah, but there is still Paramount, and, against them, I have no weapons.
Damn, what a pity. Such a beautiful story, such a sweet tale, a story of such worth, it should be told in its whole verity and reality... and this cannot be done, because everything of Trip and T'Pol, of their companions, of their enemies, of their known adventures... everything of Enterprise's history, belong to Paramount; such an old and important movie production company. And on the other hand, it's perfectly understandable that Paramount want to secure its rights over such an attractive story.
Oh, hell's bells! Or, to use Malcolm Reed’s words, bloody hell! So everything is destined to remain in the fog of indeterminacy; weakly illuminated in the most dim and uncertain light from the books that have sought to pierce the veil that covers all.
A story like this. A story so lovely; so heart-warming; so enthralling, as to seem... as to seem... invented.
Invented? INVENTED? But, sure, certainly, of course! This story, the story of Trip and T'Pol, the story which I know, can be such a story; a fantasy! And stories that are totally of my invention. That is the solution!
Simple, easy, obvious; logical, that is what T'Pol would say.
Now, what do they call those stories? The ones that are written by the fans of Star Trek who have ambitions to be writers? Fan... fan... fanfiction! That's right – Fanfiction.
And so be it!
All I have to do is tell the true story of Trip and T'Pol in the form of fanfiction.
So there it is – the perfect solution.
And so be it.
Until I have disclosed everything I know.
And indeed this is what you find here. No chronicle, no revelation of historical fact or of events that really happened.
You will find fanfiction here. There is nothing else apart from that. There is nothing more than that. And, no, nothing less than that either.
And, on the other hand, what else would you want or expect from a writer such as I or if you prefer as I claim to be?
Yeah, because that’s another thing that I must tell you about me: I write, yes, I am a writer. I write Fanfiction; stories involving Trip and T'Pol.
Consequently, I narrate stories; or in other words tales, that might be baloney, or perhaps twaddle, or even fibs.
Okay, in other words, I invent.
Just so, I am an inventor of false realities, more or less true to life, as any writer, who is more or less smart, can do.
That is to say I am a liar.
And - you were all completely right to either believe or not believe me – although I must make clear that almost everything I've said before is totally, absolutely, completely false.
Invented.
It's a lie.
I told an enormous, incommensurable lie.
Am I a descendant of a one who had such an acquaintance with Trip and T'Pol that he became their confidant? To such an extent that I have access to his collection of their thoughts, facts and events, something that nobody else knows about? To the extent that I - as his descendant - am able to tell their story, I mean their true story, the one that nobody else is aware of?
Stories, tales, baloney, twaddle, fibs – That is just what an inventor of stories, such as I, must conjure up.
You will find stories, tales, baloney, twaddle and fibs here.
Fanfiction invented and written with love for two personages, for two characters that are not mine, they belong to Paramount. However they have been able to feed a vein in me that was previously unknown; an inventor of tales, a writer.
Fanfiction written for fun, and without any intention of infringing Paramount’s ownership of the characters, and without making any profit, past, present or in the future.
That's my disclaimer; that is what I want to make perfectly clear.
I underline this.
Do you want to disprove what I said in my introduction? Okay, here it is. If I am a descendant of the man who became such a dear friend of Trip and T'Pol that he was able to collect their confidences with regard to their real story, how could I know what happened to the Trip and T'Pol, who lived in the Mirror Universe? Or even the circumstances of the Trip and T'Pol trapped in the E2 universe?
Yeah, because we also discuss them here, and also the Trips and T'Pols, who belong to other dimensions and other universes not yet discovered.
But theirs was not and is not the universe of my ancestor, or my universe; so, you can understand that I could not know anything about them, as my ancestor never met these other versions and would not have been privy to their history on their viva-voce.
Sure. It's so.
Well, to be frank, I must admit that I am a good friend of Daniels. You know, the fellow who by virtue of his peculiar profession has at his disposal a lot of advanced technology, which allows him to jump like a frog through space, time, universes, and different dimensions.
Certainly he was sworn to secrecy with regard to his missions, but ... eh well ... the ability to gain the friendship and trust of people, to the point they feel sure and confident enough to let slip that which should not ... well, this ability must be innate in our family. Indeed, my friendship with Daniels is comparable to that of my ancestor in respect of Trip and T'Pol. Actually, I can't deny that he has made a good deal of exceptions with regard to the need to keep secrets for me. He has told me in detail all he knows (and it is virtually all) of the Mirror Universe, of the E2 universe, as well as the other universes and different dimensions, and - of course - even the Trip and T'Pol who live in our universe.
So it is clear that, if you will be kind enough to read all that is stored here, you will also come to know the true story of Trip and T'Pol from the Mirror Universe and the E2 Universe, and also of some other Universes, why not? This, I believe, would bring great satisfaction to people who love the story of Trip and T'Pol: not only to know all about "our couple", so to speak, but also about their various counterparts. And thanks to first hand information, one might say. Not just supposed.
Or invented.
Invented? Oh, bloody hell! Here we go again! I’m afraid that I have been teasing you. Once again I am doing my job as a writer, but only for fun! I am telling fibs. I'm inventing. I'm lying.
Eh, perforce! I am a liar by profession (and for fun, of course! For fun.)
Oh yeah. Sure. Sure.
Yes, yes.
Eh ... but ... in this case ... I mean, if things are so ... How does one know if and when a self-styled writer is lying?
Namely, to speak about me... Am I lying when I say that I have a true and total cognizance of Trip and T'Pol's real story, or am I lying when I say that what I know of them has nothing to do with reality? Is it the case that all I have to offer are fables - tales - to tell and write about them? Am I lying? Okay, perhaps: but when?
Am I lying when I say that I am lying?
Or, even could I be lying when I say that I am telling the truth about lying?
Or...
Fables? Fanfiction? What the hell! Reality, of course! Reality... sure... unless I am not lying. But, if I am lying... Do the stories have some basis in reality, for real? Or do they have no reality, but with a hint of fact?
Wow, all of this could result in some headaches, don’t you think?
Mh, maybe it's better not to think about it too much and instead start to read the stories that are here, if you would like to, that is...
Fanfiction can be found here.
Sure. Fanfiction.
Would you like to believe?
Your devoted friend Asso
Ah, excuse me if I use this pseudonym, or - better - this penname. The problem is that ... well ... yes ... well ...
Of course, time has passed, but some things die hard.
My friend Daniels told me that it is better not to be too trusting. Those damned Terra primers ... one no longer knows anything about them, but some people think - and Daniels does not dispute this - that they might still be with us, so to speak, and active.
So … well ... maybe they would not really be happy to see published all that can be found here, and may instead be very happy to vent their anger on the descendant of one who was the greatest friend of Trip and T'Pol, because they were unable to defeat that couple, and all they stood for, at the beginning, in the distant past. So, since prudence is never enough, it is safer to hide behind a pseudonym. Sure, it's really an excess of caution, considering that those Terra primers won’t find anything else apart from simple stories, here.
Stories. Fanfiction.
Fanfiction can be found here.
Sure. Fanfiction.
Of course, time has passed, but some things die hard.
My friend Daniels told me that it is better not to be too trusting. Those damned Terra primers ... one no longer knows anything about them, but some people think - and Daniels does not dispute this - that they might still be with us, so to speak, and active.
So … well ... maybe they would not really be happy to see published all that can be found here, and may instead be very happy to vent their anger on the descendant of one who was the greatest friend of Trip and T'Pol, because they were unable to defeat that couple, and all they stood for, at the beginning, in the distant past. So, since prudence is never enough, it is safer to hide behind a pseudonym. Sure, it's really an excess of caution, considering that those Terra primers won’t find anything else apart from simple stories, here.
Stories. Fanfiction.
Fanfiction can be found here.
Sure. Fanfiction.
Would you like to believe?
One last thing, if I may.
I am not a historian; I am simply a man who is lucky enough to know the exact truth about Trip and T'Pol.
Mh no. No. I am a writer, just like that. A writer.
Yeah.
An untruthful writer.
A liar.
Mh no. No. I’m...
Oh, but what does it matter? In any case I do not think I'm a fool (or at least no sillier than many others who consider themselves smart).
Consequently I have asked for help. And I've had it.
By someone (a woman) who knows how to use the pen much better than many who think they are capable of using it very skilfully.
Her name is a jewel, just as she is a gem.
And for that matter, I cannot lie.
I am not a historian; I am simply a man who is lucky enough to know the exact truth about Trip and T'Pol.
Mh no. No. I am a writer, just like that. A writer.
Yeah.
An untruthful writer.
A liar.
Mh no. No. I’m...
Oh, but what does it matter? In any case I do not think I'm a fool (or at least no sillier than many others who consider themselves smart).
Consequently I have asked for help. And I've had it.
By someone (a woman) who knows how to use the pen much better than many who think they are capable of using it very skilfully.
Her name is a jewel, just as she is a gem.
And for that matter, I cannot lie.
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