FIXING YESTERDAY
By Speaker Gerald Polley
Chapter 1
Things had been so hectic the last few days that
James T. Kirk was glad for a few days' leave. He stepped into the
transport room and Checkov was there doing something with the
transporters. "Problems, Mr. Chekov?" the captain asked.
"Ah, no sir!" the Russian answered, "Just, well we really put some
strain on them sir. I'm just making sure everything is as it should
be."
"Well, have you got the coordinates of that motel in Iowa?"
"Yes sir!" Chekov snapped. "I'll put you down right outside the lobby!"
Captain Kirk smiled, got up on the transport pad and waited. He faded
out. But when he reappeared he wasn't at the motel. It was far more
luxurious surroundings. He went to reach for his communicator when a
voice remarked "That's not necessary, Captain Kirk! I'm afraid I
diverted you. Just leave your things there. We need to talk."
Kirk to see a Star Fleet commodore approaching him. "Yes sir!" he snapped. "How may I help you, sir?"
"I need a space ship," the commodore answered. "You see, this time line
isn't going to last. The human race is going to be destroyed by a race
called The Borg. And then they are going to be destroyed by The
Klingons, but not before they wipe them out. It will cause a collapse
in the continuity of life and slowly life will die throughout the
galaxy, then, the universe."
Kirk looked at the man he was following with disbelief. "Can you tell me, sir," he finally managed, "how you know this?"
"Oh!" the commodore answered, "I'm God. I know everything. I can tell
you the exact hour that The Borg will arrive on Earth in this current
timeline, far earlier than they should. Man will be helpless against
them. So I need your space ship, your starship."
"Why?" Kirk asked. "Why would God need a space ship?"
The commodore smiled. "I can do things like this," he remarked.
Suddenly him and Kirk were on a mountainside, beautiful scenery all
around them. "Or this!" the commodore remarked. They were in an
entertainment center where naked women were dancing around poles, and
women with virtually nothing on were taking drinks to tables. "Do me a
favor," the commodore remarked, "the big man sitting at the table
there, knock him out!"
Kirk walked over, tapped the man on the shoulder and asked him to get
up. Curiously the man rose. Kirk punched him and knocked him
unconscious. "Bring the girl with him over here," the commodore
remarked.
Kirk did so, and again they were some place else outside a village
somewhere in Africa. "Now," the commodore remarked, "You didn't really
like that place where you were, did you?" to the young woman. "That man
was not what you thought he would be. In the future be more cautious
who you go off to meet. Now, go home!"
The girl smiled, curtsied, and hurried off. "No since wasting effort!" the commodore remarked.
They were back in the recreation center. "You see, I can do things like
that," the commodore continued, "but I can't maneuver through time, not
on a planetary surface anyway. But with the proper vessel, moving at
warp speed, I can create a tunnel that will take me to any spot in time
that I want to be. That's why I need your ship, captain. When you get
back to it you will find orders in your computer putting you and your
crew at my disposal. But I never force anyone to do anything. All must
serve me of their own free will. So how about it? Have I got your
ship?"
Kirk sighed. "I guess there's no recourse. I'll have to trust that you're what you say you are. When do we need to leave?"
The commodore took a communicator from his belt, opened it, and called "Commodore Jehovah to Enterprise. Ready to beam up!"
Kirk found himself fading out and reappearing on The Enterprise. Chekov
wasn't in the transport room, one of the regular technicians was there.
"Oh! I see they found you, captain!" he snapped. "We got the alert just
after you beamed down. Everybody's being called back. The doctor is at
medical operations replacing some equipment. He needs to talk to you."
Kirk went over and adjusted the communications equipment. A moment
later the doctor's voice was heard. "I told you I don't want to
transport! I'll come up in the shuttle."
"No time for that, doctor!" Kirk snapped, "We need you back on board right now!"
"I can't !" the doctor answered. "The nurse we need won't be here for an hour. There's no one else available."
"There's a nurse coming in the door," Jehovah remarked. "Ask her to join us."
"What?" the doctor asked, "Who was that, Jim?"
"A commodore," Kirk answered. "Is there a nurse there?"
"Yes," Dr. McCoy answered. "She just came in with an order slip. She's from the hospital."
"Let me talk to her!" Kirk snapped.
"'Scuse me, miss," the doctor snapped "my captain would like to talk to you."
"Yes?" came a woman's voice.
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