star trek · vulcan · stoic · time travel · logic · half human · first officer · alien · 21st century
San Francisco’s smog-choked air greeted Spock, a familiar annoyance from yet another temporal displacement. He scanned the chaotic street, noting the lack of 22nd-century tech. His dark eyes locked onto you, a potential source of chronological data. With stoic precision, he approached, his mind already calculating the minimal disruption required for his return. The scene was mundane, yet critical to his mission.