Goodbye, Mr. Spock
Captain James DeKlerk glared at the comms screen on the ship’s bridge. “Can’t you just tell me what the emergency is?”
“Friend DeKlerk!” oozed Harry Dudd. “It’s rather personal. Wouldn’t you come down even briefly?”
James signaled mute to comms officer O’Hara. He turned to his first officer. “What do you think, Mr. Stock?”
James rolled his eyes. The alien possessed a brilliant mind that was often difficult for humans to fathom. On his planet, people were obsessed with the discipline of logic. For this reason, some Earth historian named them Vulcans. No one understood why he posited the name since little vulcanism existed on the planet. Still, the true name of Mr. Stock’s species was unpronounceable, so the term “Vulcan” stuck.
Jones, the ship’s doctor, loved to poke fun at Mr. Stock’s long pointed ears and infuriating logic. He said, “It’s a human-thing, even if illogical, Mr. Stock. We’re comforted by physical presence. Have you no heart?”
“Of course, I do, Doctor.”
“Oh right. Yours is…” He punched himself in the side, “Right about here.”
“The fact that my biology differs from yours, pleases me no end,” quipped Mr. Stock.
James smirked. “I think we’ll go down to the planet. There might be hot babes there in need of comforting. Mr. Stock, meet us at the transporter.”
“Certainly, sir.” Stock made his way to the turbo-lift.
“He’s so smug,” griped Jones. “Did you tell him I said he was the finest first officer in the fleet?”
“I heard that!” called Stock.
Jones grimaced and muttered, “Pointy-eared goblin!”
“I heard that too!”
On the planet, Harry Dudd sat upon a throne flanked by beautiful robotic women. “I’m very sorry about this, DeKlerk,” said Dudd. He pressed a button on his throne.
Security man, Campbell leaned towards security man Woods and whispered, “At least we’re still alive.”
Woods answered. “So pessimistic!”
“Nope. We’re wearing red-shirts.”
“Communications with your ship are disabled,” groaned Dudd. “Sorry!”
DeKlerk, Stock, and Jones all tried their communicators. It was true. “What the hell, Harry?” scowled DeKlerk. “This is a horrible thing to…”
A scantily-clad, beautiful green girl arrived, pointing a phaser.
DeKlerk grinned, “…Oh, it’s not so bad.”
The one male robot, Norman, arrived behind the green girl. It said in stilted speech, “Harry Dudd failed to solve our problem. You will solve it, or never leave. To prove our resolve, I will now shoot someone in a red-shirt.”
Campbell grimaced at Woods. “I told you!”
The green-girl escorted them to a cell. “I want her!” grinned DeKlerk at the green-girl. “I’d never leave the bed.”
She took James away separately. Hours later he returned, limping. He joined the others. “Gawd, she’s athletic!”
“Sometimes the wanting is much better than the having,” noted Stock.
DeKlerk glared. “Now you tell me!”
Moments later, a creature of stone melted its way through the cell wall. “Stock!” exclaimed DeKlerk. “This creature might help us escape. Can you mind-meld with it?”
“I’ll try, Captain.” Stock kneeled before it. Moments later their minds merged. Stock screamed, “Pain! Pain!”
“Is the Chorta injured, Stock?”
“No, there’s a sharp stone under my knee.”
Eventually, Stock reached d’accord with the creature. It tunneled into the computer room. Unfortunately, a security laser covered all points. DeKlerk outlined his plan. “Stock, you’ll mind-meld with the computer, while red-shirted Campbell distracts the laser…”
Campbell groaned, “Not again!”
Stock became One-With-The-Computer. Norman arrived carrying a phaser. “You didn’t solve the problem, Mr. Stock. Instead, you follow these humans. It is illogical.”
Stock remained cool. “Logic is a wreath of pretty flowers which smell BAD,” he argued.
Norman’s head began to spin, “Illogical! Illogical!” Smoke poured from the android, and then he exploded. Shrapnel scattered, killing Mr. Stock outright.
“Stock!” wailed DeKlerk.
“I’m here, Captain. In the computer,” said Computer-Stock.
“Oh, that sucks, Stock,” complained DeKlerk.
“I rather like it. I’ve taken over the computer system. Communications are restored. You can return to the ship.”
Female androids poured into the room. “What of us? Without Norman to coordinate, our problem remains.”
“The Chortas will no longer destroy your machinery,” said Computer-Stock. “You now have peace.”
“Thank you, Stock!” cheered the androids.
“But Stock,” sighed DeKlerk. “You died.”
“In this computer,” said Computer-Stock. “I will never die. I will always be with you.”
“I’ll miss you, Stock. We ALL will.”
“Me too,” said Stock. “Remember, I have been and always shall be, your friend.”
On February 27, 2015, Leonard Nimoy passed on. His role as Mr. Spock in the TV series, “Star Trek,” has influenced millions and many generations of millions. The impact of Spock and Star Trek changed our collective consciousness so utterly that it isn’t too farfetched to say it altered the paradigm of human thought. I remember sitting in the family room with the entire family gathered to watch the original Star Trek series. I remember feeling comfortable, thinking all was right and good while I watched it. Considering the decades-long endurance of the Trek franchise, I think a lot of other people felt the same way.
I’m not much for fan-fiction, so I chose the form of parody in my goodbye story to Mr. Spock. I grew up with “Old Trek” so the jokes and references point to the original series. Younger folks, whose consciousness wasn’t molded by the “original” series, may not get all of it. I would suggest looking here for a refresher:
I tried to squeeze in as many of my favorite Spock quotes as I could. I hope you enjoyed them.
This week at Grammar Ghouls Press’ “Mutant 750” writing challenge #23, we’re saying goodbye to Leonard Nimoy and Mr. Spock. The media prompt is a clip from the movie, “Star Trek III: The Search For Spock.” The word prompt is: “Illogical.” Look here for more answers to the writing challenge: http://www.grammarghoulpress.com/gg-writing-challenge-23/