Ad Astra :: Star Trek Fanfiction Archive ^{Beam me up, Scotty.}

The project’s creator was Dr Daystrom.

Whose brain was much brighter than John, Dick or Tom.

“M-5 is superior!” he shouted with glee. “It will function without guidance in zero-g!”

“It will learn and grow it’s synthetic mind sense! My theory to test I’ll need to forth hence!”

Five giant silver craft were directed in haste, to reroute for new orders with no time to waste.

One of the five, the computer will steer. The remaining four, with false weapons, fly by quite near.

Minimal assistance to M-5 for test. Most of the crew could stand back and rest.

Two ship’s play fight re-parry a success, offensive technique now for those crews to guess.

Live ammunition shot through vacuum, striking two ships in red, fiery plume.

Next M-5’s programming turned a disheartening fright, it totaled a freighter in distorted delight.

Too smart, too smart the computer became. It refused commands and evolved less than tame.

Creator Daystrom refused to destroy, he’d been dreaming of M-5 since he was a boy. His obsession grew and grew til he was unstable, which programmed into circuits and allowed to enable.

Psychotic break renders Daystrom subdued, a neck pinch more efficient than other methods more crude.

The M-5 experiment now deemed a bad and wrong choice, the ship must stand down without use of a voice.

Good fortune and luck for those one and all, command of one ship sees the surrendering call.