by L. A. Graf
“I don’t have any logical rationale for saying this, Mr. Spock,” Uhura said quietly. “But if we did alter the timeline when we were back in the past ... I have a feeling that we did it for the better.”
“Me, too.” McCoy waved his fork as if it were a [252] triumphal flag. “That’s two votes to your one, Spock. We win.”
The Vulcan looked pained. “That is the most illogical way of confirming a hypothesis that I have ever heard you use, Doctor. And I have heard you use quite a few completely illogical thought processes ...”
“It’s just as logical as saying that we’ve slipped into some different timestream that nobody knows is different. What about that favorite saying of yours, Spock: a difference that makes no difference is no difference? Doesn’t that apply here?”
“Indeed, Doctor, but you have not yet convinced me that there is no difference. If you had taken the time to examine the evidence before you made up your mind, rather than afterward—”
Uhura slid out of her seat and headed for the rec room door, smiling as she heard the familiar debate roll on without her. Mr. Spock might have been right about the unknowable impact of their three-day journey into the past, she thought. But it was reassuring to see that some things never changed.
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