farscape snippet
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farscape snippet
Crichton has always listened to the voices in his head. Not split personality, not total schizophrenia, but every time he wrote a paper, he could hear his mother, her voice like an echo in every sentence. His dad going through the pre-flight check.
He knows that Harvey is not him. Harvey is an alien consciousness, carved out onto his brain.
All this time, and he's started to think that what he really wants is someone that won't give up on him. Can't think of anyone like that here, not anymore.
Life in the UTs is starting to blur at the edges. He's losing his landmarks and one commerce planet blends into another. Space is calm and beautiful and freeing. Zhaan has her meditation, communing with the Goddess while Stark communes with her, but she can hear the song of her family too loudly to properly let go.
Moya sings of space and freedom, sings to her Pilot of beautiful emptiness and the joy of travel. Crichton looks at the stars and thinks.
Crichton has always listened to the voices in his head. Not split personality, not total schizophrenia, but every time he wrote a paper, he could hear his mother, her voice like an echo in every sentence. His dad going through the pre-flight check.
He knows that Harvey is not him. Harvey is an alien consciousness, carved out onto his brain.
All this time, and he's started to think that what he really wants is someone that won't give up on him. Can't think of anyone like that here, not anymore.
Life in the UTs is starting to blur at the edges. He's losing his landmarks and one commerce planet blends into another. Space is calm and beautiful and freeing. Zhaan has her meditation, communing with the Goddess while Stark communes with her, but she can hear the song of her family too loudly to properly let go.
Moya sings of space and freedom, sings to her Pilot of beautiful emptiness and the joy of travel. Crichton looks at the stars and thinks.