I had an odd dream this morning. Roxanne and I were living in a house, and there was a girl of about thirteen there who looked like a Romulan we'd met once. She had been living in the house surreptitiously ever since we met the Romulan. When I came across her, I calmed myself and asked questions.
You're friends with young Curtis now? He didn't tell us you were here. That's a little strange. Are you going to school? Sort of, she said.
But she seemed very excited. "She has nominated me herself," she told me.
Come again? "The Romulan remembers your kindness and that is why she left me to grow here. And now she has nominated me to become herself."
I had complex feelings. Should I hide her from the Romulan? Let her grow into her own person instead of being the Romulan's next body? But is that even how it works? Is this their natural means of reproduction? A cultural tradition? Some awful Never Let Me Go thing? She didn't seem afraid.
I wanted to ask her: will she/you remember this life?
But I should have asked her: how do you feel about it?