It was still whispered among a few of them, in the more remote quarters of the ships that comprised the convoy. There was the argument, or The Argument, as it had come to be known, when at last someone had dared challenge the teachings and reforms of Surak, who had so courageously chosen to mold the entirety of Vulcan under the trappings of Logic.
Ah, yes, Logic. That was another term that had earned the distinction of being almost a proper name. It, too, was scoffed at by those still of comparative good humor, who weren’t embittered by what they considered to be the end of civilization. Surak had presumed to give the Vulcans what he considered to be deliverance from barbarism, but he’d done so playing by the same rules everyone had always known, and the fools, the ridiculous fools, had assumed that it’d be best if everyone played along. Well, some of them hadn’t been willing. Hence The Argument. Hence the convoy. Hence exile. Hence the destination of the twin planets known as Romulus and Remus.
What awaited them? That was another popular subject in the bowels of the ships. Only those willing to speculate were willing to talk about it. Only those who still harbored a glimmer of hope, that life hadn’t been so bad, that the power of the mind needn’t be shackled by Logic, were willing to talk about it. The consensus was that there had already been too much talk. Maybe so.
It wasn’t easy, forsaking everything they’d known, but then, everything they’d known had just undergone an undesirable transformation. Change had been inevitable, and so some had chosen to embrace it on their own terms. It might take centuries, but they’d prove that they hadn’t been wrong, that they hadn’t made a mistake, that Surak alone couldn’t dictate the best destiny of his people.
So then, the future. There was a lot of talk about that, too. None of those who dared to talk cared to reflect on what they had already sacrificed, the loss of dignity, and that’s why they didn’t care about where they were free to talk, even in these circumstances, because they believed in the end result, in what they were doing. Some of them plotted redesigns to the very ships they currently inhabited, looking for the predator instincts they’d been told were no longer appropriate, creating still more distance from the Vulcans who were even then beginning to feel like an entirely separate people. They were hungry for the challenge. Would there even be indigenous peoples on those worlds? Would it even matter?
There was talk, too, of how they would be represented. There was talk of politics, of the best possible nominees for the Senate they were ready to believe in. What other choice did they have? The tyranny of Surak? They had already rejected that. So much would be different. But the truth was, they were ready to bring it all back to how it used to be. They would prove that it was possible. They would prove it to the entire universe.
Yes, this was just the beginning.