. . . One week later . .
I had seen a whole room of people vanish before my eyes in a white orb like ball.
I learned something new about myself.
Underwater civilizations are totally not my type.
And that one, day far day, humanity will not become zombies. Some will survive what the universe has to throw at them. This 'some' will multiply eventually surrounding the planet until they go off into space. Sterilization of course would be necessary for those who opt not to have children and strongly determined NOT to have them. This evolution will apply to other races. In a way I learned what fate lies ahead in the next several thousand years for all humanoid organisms. They would become what Charlie was part of.
Countless generations later, though.
My knees were good as new, much to McCoy's surprise with the story I had told him.
I was in the observation deck witnessing stars passing by.
"What was the civilization underwater like?"
I looked over to see Robin in her red uniform coming over to my side.
"Mad," I said. "And very cryptic."
Robin raised a brow.
"Just that?" Robin asked.
"I could not appreciate their culture for what I learned about them," I said. "They quite literately enslaved outside males into their society and, get this, a few of them tried to rush MY 'evolutionary genetics' by putting me into a pod and be put into a deep sleep for two days! Nothing really happened to me because of it." I shrugged. "Waste of their time."
"No wonder your head is a little bigger." Robin said.
"My head is not bigger." I said.
"It is barely noticeable but it is by five inches." Robin said.
I folded my arms.
"Then how come you notice?" I asked.
"Your eyes are larger to accommodate the change and it is . . . barely noticeable." Robin said.
And she avoided the question.
"So I look the same but different?" I said.
I really was starting to get annoyed by the phrase 'barely noticeable'.
"Only to those who really pay attention to you." Robin said.
"Dear god," I said. "I am only lucky they changed my appearance not my DNA."
"You never know. . ." Robin said. "You might have a few new things."
The image of me flying in the air superman style appeared in my head holding a rose.
But I wasn't thinking of that image.
I realized it was coming from Robin.
"Yeah . . ." I said. "You might never know."
I am glad my DNA still has the human sequence.
"What do you think you might have got?" Robin asked.
"Nothing," I said. "Except for more observant eyes."