( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

This isn't right.

...you know, when I said to set a course for the future, Chekov, I mean our future, not the 21st Century. Where am I? Where are the rest of you? Answers, people. Quickly.

I don't understand.

I woke up to go to work, like always... but I can't stand up. Breathing hurts so much that I'd rather not.

Did a dog break my ribs while I was asleep? Wouldn't I have felt it?

Giselle, do you think you could get me some morphine? I'll be fine. I just need something to take my mind off of what hurts.

I don't know why I was ever a Superman fan.

Screw you, Clark Kent.

I really used to be a man The other me was a male I hate this place.

[Billie]

You said I was male in your dimension?

And how are you? You might not know it but you're still like family

Just thought I'd like to mention something. Firstly, I have no idea what anyone is talking about like they knew me before. I guess there was another me here? Well, guess what... he isn't me. I have not gone by "Clark" for many years. I'd prefer not to be known by that pathetic name. No.. my name is Kal.

That's all. That is all I needed to say. I'm gonna go look for some clubs now. Oh! Oh yeah, almost forgot. You know that whole thing people were worrying about? The issue about the kids? Something about hostages? Well, that is no longer an issue. I took care of that little twerp too... let's just say he won't be bothering people anytime soon. Actually, he might be, but I just liked saying that part. A white lie never hurts.

Anyone points a gun at me again, it's going somewhere that it don't belong. And I won't even make it smaller by crushing it. Something to think about. As for me, I'm gonna go off to get some more cash now. Maybe a sports car too. And ladies? I'm single. Those of you that are, call me up. Even you hotties that are with someone, you too. He can't keep you happy like I can.

Am I dead?

How many people would say that they have newly arrived to Colligo? I wonder how many people Q Junior involved in this prank of his? If you do feel that you are new, what precisely were you doing before you arrived?

People drawn from 'mirror' dimensions seem to have become more prevalent, if my overall impression of the posts on the network are correct. I wonder if they are, indeed, mirrors of themselves, after all, and not simply the same person made to think otherwise. It is impossible to tell, unfortunately, and I can only hypothesise.

No. Just...no, alright? If you're reading this and have it in your head that I'm some Captain of some held together with popsicle sticks and glue ship called the Enterprise, then you can just forget it. I'm not that guy and I never will be. I have no intentions of going into Starfleet. None. My name is James, not Captain Kirk. that would be my dad, for the whole twelve minutes he--

Got it? Good. And no, I'm not going to bother filtering this shit. What's the point?

All you motherfuckers had better sit down, shut up, and fucking listen.

I don't tolerate shit. I don't tolerate incompetence. I don't tolerate the fucking pricks who are trying to keep valuable information from me.

If you don't want to get a bullet to the fucking head, or care anything about my young hostages, you'll deliver. And it'll be quick. Otherwise, I assure you that it won't be, for them.

This world is boring and the people scream funny.

My Corvette and Porche isn't here. I am not sitting in my villa in France. My bag isn't here, either! I just had a Nike sports bag filled with cash, right here at my feet, and it's not here! Someone better tell me what's going on, goddammit. I also didn't fly take a run to this place on my own. Believe me, I've been all over the world, and this wasn't my next destination.

I swear, if my punk father had anything to do with this.. I should be on the beach in Maui looking at all the hot chicks and bimbos walking around. Hehe... I bet there's plenty of those around here, hmm? Any girls around that put out after five seconds? Or even better! Just point me to the nearest bank. Or an ATM terminal, that will work just as fine.

Okay, somebody needs to tell me they can hear something. Cause my spider senses? They're a' tinglin'. Why don't I have my books here! This is crap! I'm a Watcher and there's something Sunnydale-freaky going on and I don't have my books! Or good internets! I read about a couple different things that does this sorta thing but I can't remember which ones they are! Oh, this is so much crapola.

So, which store sells the little white boards around here?

EDIT! I'm We're putting together a team to look into this. If anyone has any theories about what's going on, no matter HOW out there they seem, please come to me. We're from different places, so what's weird to me might not be weird to you, and there for you guys might think of something I can't.

I'm Andrew. I'm used to fighting evil and stuff, and taking away sounds? Might not seem evil exactly, but it could just be a sign for a big bad that's in town that we don't know about yet.

Okay, have I gone deaf? I can't hear anything. And considering I just made a parallel to this ,it's doubly creepy.

Also, I don't know if anybody else has detected it. But I sense something evil. Something made of darkness. It's like the Heartless but... different.

This can't be right. I can't seem to find my way around. Tried leaving the city. You'd think I could have, with my super speed But I just found myself in the library again. I need to get back to Metropolis. For, umm.. my job. There's a story I need to cover about this beast going crazy in the streets.

But since I'm here, I might as well introduce myself. It's the polite thing to do. My name is Kal Clark Kent. Anyone want to tell me what's going on? Please? I would also like to know who is in charge. It's very important that I get back. Matter of life and death. Mine, to be honest