Network

There is nothing like watching something that, in theory is an interesting idea and make sense, go completely wrong because of unintended consequences. As if we hadn't already seen what happens when artificial intelligence is created and goes wrong with Ultron. No, let's create life model decoys in secret to keep the team from being put in harms way only to learn that one has been acting as a spy, meaning we don't know where the real May is or how long she's been switched. Fitz you bloody idiot Because obviously dealing with the Watchdogs and their hunt to exterminate Inhumans isn't enough.

I may have spent a week in Louisiana avoiding family while hunting down some food I've been craving. Family is desperately hard to avoid when they get a whiff of me in town. Thought about knocking them all out and leaving but that'd be mean.

And I don't need them in my head.

Opening my own MMA schools sounds like just my style. I think that's what I'll do.

My bad feeling was proven right. We were framed for killing the Klingon chancellor in a plot that went to the top of both the Federation and the Empire. After a sham trial Bones and I were sentences to a short life on a harsh mining colony.

Thanks to clever thinking of my crew and unlikely help (never trust a shape-shifter), we were rescued, and saved the President from being assassinated at the peace conference.

We were ordered to return to Earth. To put the Enterprise into mothballs.

I thought they could wait a few weeks so ordered the ship on a new course, but my dreams got pretty impatient. Next thing I knew I was retired, and touring a brand new Enterprise. With a brand new captain.

Growing old. Don't recommend it.

I have a new theory about my dream self. My dream self is a pod person. I think that fucking trans-dimensional train broke my brain and now I'm a pod person. It's the only explanation that makes sense for the shit I just dreamed.

Note to self: no more mid-day naps.