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May 13, 2012
SHIP’S LOG
Stardate 7020.2
— Lt. Tony “Ethereal Cloud of Thought-Lights” Palumbo, reporting:

Being-mind Enterprise roils. Sensationplex fear/want/surge-need/nurse, nurse. Seek “Captaaain. Caaaaptaaain.” And the otherwhole: the Spockmind, the Mac-Coy. Seek whole engineer: the build-man, build-man. Need, too, the frightened hunter, Ensign Tomlinson, his red shirt too bright, too bright; Tomlinson, good night, good night.

Enterprise-mind, being-mind, falls. We fall for heavylight; there: our parabola; there: our insertion point; there: our tinkling vector coefficient and coarsening layers of hydrogen methane heat.

Ah, friend Klingon-mind! We love your hail, hello!