Anthropomorphism

[Capt Ayers 0]

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,

Or close the wall up with our English dead!

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man

As modest stillness and humility,

But when the blast of war blows in our ears,

Then imitate the action of the tiger,

Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,

Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage.

--Henry V, Shakespeare

 

 

 

Nick frowns slightly as the mouth of the wormhole opens up and spreads across the display screen of the viewscreen. He knows it's hardly logical or scientific of him but a shiver of fear runs down his spine as it occurs to him that this wormhole appears a bit more...violent and primal then the Bajoran wormhole or the others he's seen in his career. He sighs inwardly as he mentally chastises himself for that thought. Wormholes aren't alive so they couldn't harbor ill will. They were a thing and while the forces that created them could indeed by violent they were still only things. Objects to be careful around...but hardly afraid of.

 

Perhaps it's because this wormhole apparently was the means that the Breen used to destroy Aegis and make their escape that was giving rise to these thoughts of his. The same way that simple geometric shapes always made some back corner of his mind think about the Borg and their ships.

 

Turning his gaze from the viewscreen he shifts his attention towards Muon standing at the tactical console. With as much calmness as he can muster he says "Ready a probe to be sent into the wormhole ahead of us and go to red alert. And inform the Romulans of our intentions." After a second's glance back at the viewscreen he says "Helm, prepare to enter the wormhole."