Can't Tell the Players Without a Scorecard - James A. Wolf (jawolf@mediaone.net)

"Hello, folks, and welcome to the First Annual Multi-Universe games being here in Astro City. Well today is baseball, at the Municipal Stadium. I'm Mike Nelson, and providing color commentary is Kosh Naranek."

"Greetings."

"Ooookay. Well, today it's Starfleet against the Gallefreyans. Looks like we're in for a swell game."

"Indeed."

"Howard Cosell move over! Here's the starting lineup of the Gallefreyans. Kosh, who's on first?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"No. Who."

"Is on first?"

"Correct."

"How about second?"

"Yes."

"Third?"

"Who is on all the bases... and shortstop."

"What about the outfield?"

"Yes."

"And pitching?"

"Yes."

Pause.

"We'll be right back."


After the Crossover - James A. Wolf (jawolf@mediaone.net)

The crisis had been averted. Washu leaned back in her chair, and her face broke out into a well-earned grin. "Well, not bad, but nothing less than what you get from the greatest pair of genius scientists in the universe!"

"Yes. Well done, Washu-chan . Now let's check with the others,"said the first Doctor.

The second and third incarnations traded insults over their communicators. The former stood nest to Picard, Riker, Troi, Kiyone, Jamie and Zoë. His successor stood in Sisko's office. Jo Grant and Mihoshi should have flanked him, but Worf insisted that for safety; sake they should be in the brig.

Number four reported from Red Dwarf as K-9 and Ryoko taught Cat a lesson in humility.

Tegan and Nyssa were on the Nadesico's bridge as the fifth Doctor listened sympathetically to Tenchi and Akito's stories.

Peri, Ayeka and the sixth Doctor dined with Kirk and Spock.

Meanwhile the seventh Doctor begged Mister Garabaldi to overlook Ace's 'youthful indiscretion.'

Elsewhere, bellowing Gamera waded through Tokyo's fiery ruins.

"I think of my beautiful city in flames," Nobuyuki said sadly.

"Like giants in the playground," the seventh Doctor added.

"Now get the Hell out of our galaxy," Crow declared.


Art - Dani Cregan (SpeccyGeekGrrl@aol.com)

Tom Servo looked critically at Crow's artwork. "Needs more red," he suggested. A gold claw closed around a silver tube and carefully added the requested color.

"How's that?" Crow asked. Tom nodded.

"You're a genius! I'll go get Cambot, this needs to be immortalized." Chuckling, the stout red 'bot hovered out, leaving the artistic 'bot to put the final touches on his living masterpiece. A curly blond wig, a set of fluttery false eyelashes, gaudy clip-on earrings... all were added with practiced skill.

Unconscious during his makeover, Mike Nelson slept on, dreaming up defense plans against mischievous 'bots.


Backyard Philosophy - SLWatson (watson_stephanie@yahoo.com)

Two men, both middle aged and going gray, lay out in a quiet back yard.

"I think the Big Bang was it."

"Really? I think the Big Crunch will be it."

"How d'you figure? I'm telling you, the Big Bang was it."

"Big Crunch."

"Big Bang."

"Hmmph!"

Silence fell for a moment. Galaxies formed, and galaxies died. Civilizations came and went. The world hung in eternity for a short period. Then the moment was broken, in a tentative question. "Joel?"

"Yea, Mike?"

"We weren't just talking about the new candy bar from Hershey's, were we?"

*sigh* "No, Mike."

"Oh..."


You Should Really Just Relax - Bill Livingston (billfl@hiwaay.net) [G]

Summary: 100 Words of The Worst We Can Find (Lalala)

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"You were used as Guinea Pigs?" exclaimed an outraged McCoy.

"Yeah, kinda," confirmed the bejumpsuited human, "Basically, the Mads tried to break our will with bad movies."

His two robotic pals agreed. "*Really* bad movies!" added the gold one.

"You also claim *we* exist as fictional characters in your reality,"an unperturbed Spock stated.

Mike Nelson nodded. "That's why we were so surprised when you rescued us from that wormhole thingy."

Curious, Kirk asked, "So were you ever - subjected - to any of our adventures?"

Mike looked embarrassed. "Well, um..."

Simultaneously, Crow and Tom began singing. "Row, row, row your boat..."


Tough Choices - by Amanda Vaughan (MidnightNation@aol.com)
beta-read by Teddog
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I'm not making money. I have no money. Please don't sue.
Rated PG

“Mike, we need to talk,” Pearl said. It was late. The bots were in bed. Observer and Bobo were nowhere in sight.

“I’m lonely down here. No one else in cryo can be revived,” Pearl spoke softly, “I think we should restart the human race. Join me, I’ll let you off the satellite, and together we can rule the apes.”

Mike considered his options. On one hand, he really wanted to be free. On the other hand, who’d want to be free with Pearl?

“I’d have to be nuts,” Mike mumbled aloud.

“Fine, have it your way!” Pearl huffed.