Hypothetical illogicalities

Posted on 22 May 2025 @ 3:25am by Lieutenant Sahar

Mission: M4 - Falling Out
Location: Lab
1373 words - 2.7 OF Standard Post Measure

Sahar quietly meditated to the sound of water falling onto a smooth rock.

The chime of a communication from Vulcan sounded and broke the concentration he was using on the calming processes of his mind. He had a specific chime for different communications. It was a desert chime, and it actually was complementary to the water even if it did break his concentration.

Rising from the seated positon he'd been in, Sahar moved to the desk where his communications array was. He pressed the accept button. Two elegant vulcan women faced him in a room whose window looked out on the great bowl of desert that bordered shi'khar. One of the women was elderly, with a thin face and hair of silver and startling silver eyes that matched the elegant hair. The other had dark eyes, but the hair was also streaked with silver.

"Mother. Matriarch." He bowed slightly at the waist to the two venerable women, who had decided to honor him with their communications. "To what do I owe the honor?"

"I have not heard from you in an extended period of time."

"Mother, I have been moving my research and my practice to Obsidian Command station. You were aware of my timeline for this, and unless something went amiss that I would be unable to initiate communications for a time."

"I know it is illogical to worry about such things my son, but I do concern myself with your health and well being, especially after such an acceptable time limit has been exceeded."

"I am in fine physical health mother."

His mother opened her mouth to speak once more but the elderly woman, who had the look of Sahar about her, pinned her down with a look. His mother's mother was a formiddible leader and ruled the clan with an iron fist clad in silk gloves. "Peace Sahar. There is another matter that we wish to discuss with you."

"And what might that be matriarch?"

"To put it frankly, you are un-mated."

"Indeed. I have no great need to find a mate at this time."

"For an acknowledged prodigy in biology, you have a continued disinterest in your own personal biology."

"I have some years before I must think of such necessities." It was also unseemly to speak so openly about such things even within the family. Something must have happened to make them speak on it so brazenly. Traditionally speaking, this should have been coming from his father, not his mother.

"Our clan is small, Sahar."

"I have two brothers Matriarch, the necessity is not mine to increase our clan's size."

"Your brothers are rash and illogical in their choices. You, my son are not."

"Elaborate?" his eyebrow shot up, and he gave each woman a piercing stare. Steepling his fingers he kept the gaze up long past the time where a human would have expressed discomfort and looked away.

"Salah has decided to mate with a human from the University. They married in human fashion called an 'elopement'. Selim dallies with any female that catches his interest. It is highly illogical to spend ones time in such a fashion, but Selim's defect allows for more...leeway to be had regarding his enrichment."

"I am surprised to hear such speciest remarks from your lips matriarch. Has not the Vulcan Way been enriched by the addition of human and other alien blood to its lines? I challenge thee to remember the contributions of Spock, Elizabeth, Lorian and Sarai to our society and the universe as a whole. If we are to be frank to use the human idiom then let us do just that, you wish me to find a mate with the intent of having offspring?"

"It would be illogical for you to not pass along your superior intelligence to the next generation of Vulcans."

"I do this via teaching the young, as is proper for a Vulcan of my station. I do not require progeny for such a thing. There is no guarantee of intelligence being reliably passed on to the offspring, as you very well know. My intelligence vastly exceeds that of both my sire and mother in conventional testing, and we do not speak of it thusly. It is unseemly and such speculation by itself is illogical. Should I produce offspring, they may wish to study music, art, or pursue any of a myriad of the possibilities this universe brings them. I shall not stand in the way of them pursuing that which fuels their minds deepest desire. It is statistically unlikely for any children of mine to pursue biology as a passion, simply because I, as their sire have aptitude in that area."

"Statistically speaking..."

He held up his hand for silence and was momentarily surprised to get it from the two women. "Since we are speaking in hypotheticals let us continue to do so. Hypothetically, Salah and his human wife have clearly noticed that she is unwelcome in their childhood home. However, as they have eloped, it is likely that they will raise their children on earth. Selim is infertile, he cannot sire children. I, hypothetically will sire children someday, and will allow them to be what they are while teaching them the Vulcan Way. I would not have them be influenced unduly in their 'duty' to their lineage. In fact, I should desire this ideology of 'duty' to follow my chosen vocation, to not be communicated to them, were I to have them. Also, hypothetically....I would suggest that the idea of unworthiness that you have hovering around Salah's wife...what is her name?"

"I do not recall" the answer was delivered stiffly, in a formal way that told him that it was beneath her notice as she was human.

"Ah." He was deeply disappointed in his mother and his matriarch's disapproval of his brother finding someone that his heart was compatible with in a human.

"I shall have to contact him with my congratulations on his bonding."

"You would encourage him in this?"

"He has made his choice, it is illogical to speak ill of it now that the deed is done. If you wish to continue to have a relationship with either of them, I suggest you not disparage her. Clearly he values her input upon his life, and his heart burns for her. I would speculate that she does not value your presence in their lives, and that she would encourage a human concept of no contact with you in this regard."

"It is unbecoming of a son to cast aside his mother in such a fashion, over a mate."

"It has historical precedent mother. I would also suggest that such values would not be appreciated in relation to my own hypothetical children."

There was a thunderous silence between the three, that stretched on into minutes before a tentative movement to speak was begun by the eldest woman. "I would find it gratifying, to see the next generation of the Clan K'vek."

"I find myself curious about the idea of companionship." Sahar stated quietly, acknowledging the yielding of the field to him even if it was done begrudgingly. He had been the victor in the verbal altercation between the three, but they were not yielding their points. "I will investigate the possibilities, in my own time. I would find it unfortunate if there were any pressures on my person to do my own investigations."

"I am sure a suitable match can be found for you."

"I believe I shall ask my counterpart in sickbay her opinions on the subject. The humans find the idea to be of supreme importance in their lives. Thank you for the suggestion. Be well mother, matriarch. " He raised his hand in salute to them, offering the traditional split fingered end to the conversation and ending the conversation. He had no doubt that he would be hearing from his father soon enough about biological imperatives.

That was highly illogical. I thought I was done with my mother's matchmaking at my challenge. T'Relar and I were utterly wrong for each other from the first moment we were bound, and she made that abundantly clear. I have been curious what a true mate might be like.