Prejudice still exists because it is a survival instinct. If you eat a kind of berry you've never had before, and it makes you ill, you might try another. But if you have ten and each make you ill, you won't continue eating those berries until their poison kills you. Humanoids are certainly more dangerous than berries, so prejudice is even more ( Read more... )

Which is least important to you--money, power, fame--and why?Money benefits the family; power benefits the state. Fame is a selfish desire. A man who chases fame only thinks of himself. Perhaps Gul Dukat is a famous man, but he became that way because he is truly a great man, even if he's currently... in a bad situation ( Read more... )

It is difficult to be around Gul Dukat's daughter. She is... strange. She doesn't say very much. And whenever I say anything to her, she smiles like she knows something that I don't. I'm glad that I don't have a daughter. Girls are difficult ( Read more... )

There was a time when this would be an easy question for me to answer. Which aliens are Good and which are Bad -- judged by how they would benefit Cardassia. I used to hate Bajorans, then one of them helped save my planet from complete destruction. I used to hate Humans, then they began sending life-saving aid after the war ended. At the same time ( Read more... )

The Groumall has a new Gul. The former prefect of Bajor. Gul Dukat ( Read more... )

It has been a long time since I thought of Bajor -- which may sound strange. I've thought of the idea of it. The concept. General hatred. No specific incidences. No dates or times. No faces ( Read more... )

I used to call it fire -- that spark in her that attracted me at first. I think I married her for that. Or I was distracted from her personality by her eyes, her hair, the curve of her neck, her scent... Either way, I was too young and too foolish, so I married her. She gave up a military career of her own -- like me, she never had interest in any ( Read more... )

Dreams... There was a time when I didn't care for them -- not of any sort. Any thought was unnecessary for a soldier like me. Questions only had one answer. Half the universe black, the other half white ( Read more... )

OOC: This is an RP journal for trek_fic and trek_blog. The posts can be found in the memories.