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BORED!
Give me work. Give me problems.
My mind rebels against this stagnation.
Give me a puzzle. Or mystery.
Either will do.
Just. Give. Me. Something. To. Solve. Tranquility.
I need the mental stimulation before I result
to drinking the liquid from the grav pouches.

SH.

[ You get another text really shortly after the last one. ]

I would kill everyone of you for a cigarette. SH

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[ Capa's...surprised. And also pleased. But in a way that is not wholly cognizant of that. ]

Yeah, sure. Of course, Spock. [ A beat and then. ] Can I ask who else had input?

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It is listed in the attachment.

I believe we would benefit from your input.

[ the attached file will contain the names and identification codes of one connor temple, james kirk, and sherlock holmes- as well as their fourth wall breaking conclusion, the decision to tell as few people as possible, and record of their discussion thus far. because he's just that thorough. and i'm that lazy. ]

[ It's a lot to go through and particularly dense in places, or at least dense in a way that Capa's not used to thinking in. Eventually, he clears his throat. ]

One branch of M-theory presupposes that even in an infinitely expanding universe there are still only a finite number of possible permutations of variance. Which means redundancies of certain combinations of factors. The likelihood that we each exist as a fictional point of reference to universe n is possible.

But to think that there's a correlation between that and why we're here—

Motivationally, I can't see a through-line.

[ his own head inclines on the opposite end of the feed. it is- comforting, to know that he is not the only individual uncomfortable with the thought processes necessary for this line of reasoning.

it leaves too much room for ambiguity. ]

Motivationally, I am inclined to agree.
It remains however, the most significantly supported commonality expressed aboard the vessel thus far. Without further input at this time, I am inclined to rely upon the central assumption of Quantum Cosmology.

Everything that can happen does happen in equal and parallel universes.

[ Ambiguity is no friend of Capa's. Neither is guessing. They make him feel bad, in so much as he can find blame in himself given certain situational restrictions. But his last guess had been an error — a gross one.

He doesn't want a repeat, not again. ]

Fictionalization would go a long distance in explaining the nature of some of the passengers, sure. [ America in particular, he thinks. ] But the commonality implies either deliberateness on the part of ship's systems or— [ He exhales, audibly. ] —or we're dealing with a technology that operates on a much more metaphysical level.

[ By the way he expresses that last possibility, it's clearly not an option Capa feels capable of exploring properly. ]

Affirmative.

Equally possible, I believe, is the potential of natural convergence. [ the words are similarly unfamiliar in his mouth. the concept too abstract. the part of him that craves complete understanding immediately wants to recoil from the intangible. to do so, however, would be to discount the theory- and at present, theory is all they have.

his gaze drifts in the direction of his door, as if he might find the answers engraved on the ship's surface. ]

The Tranquility and subsequently the fold of space-time into which we have been deposited may simply be a singular point at which our multiple continuums convene. A mass demonstration of string theory.

Convergence. [ Capa's familiar with it. It exists in that grey area where the actual bleeds into the theoretical, where data yields results that point towards something that it simultaneously refuses to explain. That it exists is hard to deny, though it is easy to debate, but that doesn't mean it's easy to accept.

Capa and Spock are similar in this respect and it shows in a slight modulation of his voice. ]

In which an intelligent design emerges out of a collection of random and unintelligent events. [ He exhales and maybe it's a laugh. Wry and grim. It doesn't sound like one. ] So we're all ants who've managed to stumble across the pheromone trail. Only that trail cuts across the multiverse.

[ capa's ever attentive listener remains silent regardless. only his eyes have closed. it is, likely, the only conclusion that they have explored thus far that he could consider remotely comfortable. but even that is inconsequential.

the universe, historically speaking, has little interest in such a thing. ]

Capa.

[ Capa's not entirely sure how to respond to that. It echoes off of a memory seated not too far from the back of his brain. Capa, Icarus had said, her voice calm and even from the communicator around his neck. Capa. You are dying.

It takes him more than a moment to respond. ]

—yes?

[ of all the time he has spent amongst human beings, listening and learning but never quite adapting- he has found that the words an individual speaks are in truth, only one half of the language. because the rest of it lies in silences. in pauses and considerations. in the unsaid. a code entirely it's own.

the pause is significant. if he can be certain of nothing else, he is certain of that. the sound of his name has triggered something, a memory, he's sure, but it is not his place to pry.

however deeply his own curiosity may run. however responsible he considers himself for it. ]

She is not here.

[ He swallows. There's a weighty feeling in his stomach, one that Capa thought he'd grown accustomed to a long while ago.

Nothing is heavier than the responsibility of restarting a star, of salvaging what remains of the sun, but apparently sometimes there is. Something that does not to allow itself to be quantified or be compared to the enormity of the cosmos. Something that refuses to be small.

It makes him uncomfortable.

Capa clears his throat. ] The absence of proof isn't proof of absence, Spock.

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[ she means something to you, he doesn't say.

he understands, academically, what is occurring and what is meant to occur. it is formulaic. it is systematic. it is encrypted in the very fabric of human identity. hidden between atoms.

but empathy is a luxury he cannot afford. ]

I have recorded the name and identification number of every individual who has awoken from stasis. Each corresponds with a provided chamber aboard the Tranquility.

She is not here.

[ He tries to imagine Cassie alone on the Icarus. The last time he'd seen her, she'd been crying, but that's only because Trey was dead and it hadn't even been Mace that'd done it. Capa doesn't know which is worse and he doesn't try to understand it.

She'd cry again, to know that they were gone. Cassie's a good person like that. Capa knows. ]

If there's intelligence to the convergence, I can't let that call it into question. The only thing I can do is try to understand it.

She's not here. [ A pause. ] I'm going to figure out why.

[ this response too was anticipated. because capa is human- but he is also a scientist. his reply could mean any myriad of things, but the nuances are inconsequential. spock does, however, take that moment to speak again. ]

Should I discover her upon the next influx of inhabitants, I will inform you immediately.

[ That seems to pull Capa from whatever slugishness there is to this thoughts. It's not reverie — no, it's not near as pleasant or as whimsical to be called that — but it's not particularly helpful either.

He's grateful to the wakeup call. ]

What makes you think there'll be another wave?

[ there is plenty he could site, in reality. beyond simple human suspicion the fact of the matter is that the captain and commander of this vessel have yet to determine the reason this influx has occurred at all. only the vague awareness and yet unconfirmed possibility that their appearances are connected to a malfunction in the tranquility's warp drive hover over their heads. just as close and just as silent, is the knowledge that this technology will be used again.

instead, spock's hands slide together in his lap. fingers steepled in a gesture that is as delicate as it is precise. ]

The absence of proof isn't proof of absence, Capa.

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