#lt benson

I am the counterpart of your First Officer Mr Spock or, as some people have come to know me, 'mirror' Spock. I am writing to you with explicit permission from your Captain, who directed me to you, speaking highly of your knowledge in this particular area.

While investigating the reasons behind the divergence in our universes, I have pinpointed one potential point of divergence in the death or survival of a Terran woman in the 1930s. I have attached a list of music from my universe dated from around that era. If you have the time, I would appreciate it if you could correlate these records with the ones from your universe, and inform me of any differences you find.

My hypothesis is that the music released before that time will correlate one-to-one, while there will be minor or major differences in the rest.

Expecting your reply,

@realmirrorspock

Mr mirror Spock,

I must admit that I am not fully surprised at your writing to me, for I have been hearing stories of your messages being put through to our universe and the chaos they have been creating among the ensigns a few times already.

Since you asked me oh so nicely, I have already looked over the information attached, and found some discrepancies, just as you had theorized.

Please see the attached finalized report, and I say with confidence that it will contain the information you require.

I have excellent news.

I have finally been promoted to full Lieutenant.

The promotion came with the title of Assistant first science officer, which I am very pleased about. And I am fairly certain that would mean me spending more time on the bridge rather than being stuck down in the labs or running reports back and forth between decks.

Although, I suppose that means that now i have to find another way to get my required daily steps... Perhaps I could begin a search for a walking belt of some kind for free time walking, and I believe one of the ensigns have picked something of that sort at one of the last Starbases we were docked at recently.

I had thought the move from the basic crew's quarters to officer's quarters would be a welcome change of pace, some quiet away from the ensigns...... But now as I get my thoughts out in my solo quarters, I find myself, reaching.... waiting, listening for my compatriots walking by...... my friends.....

*Soft sounds of sniffling can be heard on the tape recording before a sudden clearing of a throat*