Welcome to the Journal of Now and Forever. This Journal is a collection of my Star Control and Star Control 2 fiction. Note: Some of this material is, by necessity, extrapolation from the slim information provided by canon sources.

New fiction is posted first at My Livejournal before it appears here. This story is in response to 15 Minute Ficlets' Picture Challenge #10.

I couldn't talk about this for a long time, see. It was... they were watching us. Not closely enough, ha! But it was enough to make sure we talked very, very carefully. And I guess they thought I was crazy, you know, the smart-crazy type. Or one of those savants, I suppose: smart enough to do what I was bred to do and not smart enough to do much else.

Oh, they were stupid enough, I guess. One of the SR75s said he couldn't understand how the stupids ended up in control over the smarts. Well, they only did for so long, didn't they? And then we stomped on 'em, showed 'em what it was like to be shoved into the dirt and stabbed in the gut with scalpels –

Yeah, yeah, I know, you've heard it before. It just bugs me, okay?

But you know what? Sitting here and looking out at Earth from the windows like this, I'm so glad we're leaving. I don’t even much care if we get to this new place and find out nothing's there. I don't care. We'll just be away. Away from all this, this, this hate and shoving us down.

I can't say I didn't enjoy giving the stupids as good as they gave us, though, you know? Aw, c'mon, don't tell me you didn't, either! Doesn't matter if these aren't the same ones who did unto us. They all did it – either directly or by not caring enough to make a difference.

What? Oh, yeah, right, the 'human sympathizers'. I'm not sure what they really wanted, but they're not coming with us, I know that. And if any of 'em were ones I shot, oh-well. Too effin' bad.

You know what? What I used to think about? It used to come to me, like in a vision or something. There'd be a human, lyin' on the ground, see, like this? Face down? And I'd be on 'em like one of the big cats, I dunno, leopard or something. No, I wasn't the leopard,, I was like a leopard. One hand on the head like this, one on the back like this, and I'd reach down and bite through the neck until my teeth closed on the other side of the spine, and rip the whole spine right out of the neck.

'Course, I know I can't do that, so you don’t have to look at me like that. Our teeth are all wrong, and I don’t think I'd be strong enough to do that anyway. And I'd only mess with humans like that, not us. We're different. We're leaving this stinking planet and finding our own place, and we're gonna be Androsynth all by ourselves.

Kinda wish I could kill some more Earthlings on the way out, though.

What?

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