December 27th, 2003
What is your New Year's resolution?
Every year I promise myself that I will not break the Prime Directive. And every year, something happens that makes me -- well, not break the non-interference rule, but find an excuse to bend it, or reinterpret it, or challenge it somehow. It's very easy for deskbound admirals to set parameters on which levels of interference should be tolerated, but quite another thing to be out exploring, visiting planets and seeing suffering that we could so easily ease...of course I understand the principle behind the Prime Directive, but when hundreds of millions of lives are in the balance, I wonder whether we are failing our obligation to the inhabitants of this galaxy by not doing what we can.
It's so simple to call it playing God or imperialism or meddling, but I look at Earth's own history, at the times men turned their backs on other men in the name of allowing them to find their own way, ignoring the suffering and violence and the fact that we're all connected, whether across the miles or across the light years. There are people in Starfleet who still haven't forgiven the Vulcans for not helping us more directly in the early years, when we lost hundreds of men to the Klingons and the Vegan tyranny because they refused to give us the most basic, balanced view of the situations. Was that non-interference on their part or protectionist self-interest?
It's my job to seek out new life and new civilizations, but I can't do that without bringing something of myself and my values with me to every first contact; we can't do that without bringing something of ourselves and our values, diverse though they may seem. We don't consider it oppressive to teach fighting children the value of diplomacy and strategic defense; why do we consider it oppressive of other cultures, when we witness an ages-old war or preventable epidemic, especially when we are specifically asked for our help?
My New Year's resolution is to continue to follow my conscience, Spock's logic and McCoy's advice, even when they seem at first contradictory to Starfleet interests or Starfleet regulations.
Current Music: Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds
December 20th, 2003
Do you feel that you were born with a predetermined role in society? If so, how do you feel about it?
Predetermined roles are the inventions of beings trying to manipulate weaker beings into doing their will. I've met enough gods and supposed superbeings not to believe that there's any unified higher power controlling the universe.
To be sure, we're all victims of the circumstances of our births and educations -- a man born on a pre-warp planet being controlled by a tyrant won't have the same choices as a man born on a world that's a member of the Federation. And a woman born on a world where her reproductive faculties define her may not have any choices at all.
I used to joke that I've cheated death and played games with life. I didn't believe in the no-win scenario. Then I lost my son, almost before I had begun to know him, and it was the hardest thing I'd ever had to face. And yet I got Spock back. I'm not certain I ever really believed that he was gone.
We make our own fates. Not completely, but within our circumstances, the possibilities are endless.
Current Music: Mr. Tambourine Man
December 16th, 2003
Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise, its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.
Captain's Log, stardate 0312.16. The Nexus has given me the ability to communicate across space-time. I hope that Mr. Spock can explain how when I am able to find him. Presently, I am trying to catch up with recent Federation history and to figure out who this Archer fellow is and why I've never heard of him or his Enterprise before.
Occasionally I am possessed by the urge to shout, "I...AM...KIROK!" but without Bones here to conduct an examination, I'm not sure whether this is a manifestation of mental illness or the after-effects of a mind meld. Today I met a woman who squealed at me and said, "Squee! Slash was named after you!" Perhaps the Universal Translator is malfunctioning.
Current Music: Beyond Antares