Surreality

Well, it might not have gotten ugly if I'd admitted the superiority of their art. But I've never liked the idea of innate superiority (esp. when it's not mine), and seeing all that smug implacibility just pissed me off. The problem with elves/aliens like that is it's impossible to break through the shell! They couldn't be worse if they were Vulcans - which is why my rightious rage fest climaxed by throwing the equivalent of small wooden childs' toys through their delicate glass and paint creations while screaming "You have no art for arts sake! You have no joy in creation! THIS is the real art! THIS!"

Needless to say, after that display I was condemned to execution.

Not too shocking, as I'd been a convict since that time in the Library, and had been fairly confused about my eventual fate ever since. There was awhile in the taxi that I seemed to be the guide, but that situation switched about pretty soon. As I said to a friend at the time, if only we knew whether we were in ST:TOS or Next Generation we'd have some sort of clue about what was going on, but the only clear thing was that if we were in the former the many layers of towels we were required to wear indicated an evil overlord with a burrito fetish. But I digress.

The mark of those condemned to death is a very small, fine filligree type silver necklace, which just shows again the misplaced beauty of the smirkers. I think I might have had a chance - I met the two kids who I'd helped earlier to find their special powers, and it turns out I'd kinda been going with their Dad (who may or may not have been the person who decided I deserved death - memory blurs). None of that reached any kind of climax before we hit the council chamber. I could easily have escaped on the subway, but I was itching for a fight and wanted to turn their smug into shock.

I'm sure I would have done just that, if Halley's alarm hadn't gone off at that point.