Star Trek Discovery

Personal log. Stardate: 1201.7. 124 days have passed since your disappearance. It has been difficult, but we’ve managed not to reveal the truth of Discovery’s fate to Starfleet. To have done so was to risk rendering your sacrifice meaningless. If we learned anything, we learned we’re not yet ready to learn everything. Mother and Father are diplomatically immune from interrogation, and they fully understand our silence is meant to keep you safe. We have sworn never to speak your name in the presence of others. Yet I feel you with me, always. With every moment, I grow more sure-footed in this... in-between place. More certain of who I am becoming. You teach me, sister, even now. Every night I look to the stars for your signal, and every night I have to remind myself of the scientific truth that time is relative. 124 days for one is the blink of an eye for another. It is difficult to reconcile, logically. But to paraphrase an Earth physicist, “The universe is under no obligation to make sense to me.” I believe that you were successful. I choose to believe it. That is the only gift I have left to give you. It may not be logical, but I am proud to bear it.

Some new reaction images courtesy of Miss Burnham

Like a compass at the North Pole. Well put. Why didn’t we think of that, Connolly? Huh?

probably not taking this anywhere, but baby Philippa Georgiou, am I right?

A Happy late Birthday to the one and ever so lovely reason we have Michael Burnham in this universe.