Fic: Observations, Ch 247
The mad girl’s corpse.
They have no match for the mad girl’s corpse.
Starships have no facilities designed to hold cadavers. They transported her remains to a starbase where they did all necessary tests and attempted to identify her.
They cannot even determine what species she is. Certainly humanoid. Part Betazoid, perhaps. The telepathic ability. Certainly an experiment. A composite made of the genetic material of at least fourteen different species.
Someone will write a paper on this.
In the space of minds, we met and instead of starving and bloody eyed, she was swaying and clear. She spoke with her voice.
Gift you give I. Hope from slave, two mites from widow woman. All that I have-small weak words. But remember me, for gift you give I.
Her words. All I can think of are her words.
I do not want to remember.