Disclaimer: Farscape is not mine. It belongs to Sci-Fi, David Kempter, Jim Henson Productions, and various other companies and people that are not me. Don't sue, I'm just a fan.

I'm Not Bitter

It's all about them, isn't it? It's all about their wants, their needs, their desires, their emotions. Did they even once stop to think about how I feel? No. Nope. Not once. I am, apparently, insignificant, all but forgotten.

It all started in proving the theory right. You see this was to be my first trip into space. I was supposed to become famous. I was supposed to be the one who proved the theory of overcoming gravitational friction. The right should have gone to me. But did it? No. Nope. Not at all.

But I'm not bitter. Really.

It started when I cleared the Earth's atmosphere. All was stable, so I accelerated the boosters. Then it happened. Some space phenomena appeared and sucked me into it. It felt as though I was being torn apart, piece by piece. It was excruciating. Just when I couldn't take it anymore, it stopped.

I thought it was over. The phenomenon was over and I was safe and unharmed. My emotions were in an uproar, but I was physically all right. Then, out of no where, these vessels came flying, shooting their lasers, all narrowly missing me. Until one. One of the little buggers hit me! And does anyone care? No. Nope. Not at all.

But I'm not bitter. Really.

I came through that little experience just fine. The other vessel, however, was not so lucky. Then something grabbed a hold of me, sucking me in. I thought it was that painful phenomena, at first. This was different, though. It didn't hurt. It was just a force pulling me toward this large…mobile…object. 'Finally,' I had thought. 'Someone is going to protect me and care.' But did they? No. Nope. Not at all.

But I'm not bitter. Really.

I landed and sat, waiting for other life. Other life that did not come. Though there were these little half-spherical contraptions with lights for eyes. But they are hardly good company. I rested, listening to the sounds of a battle outside the object. I guessed the object to be another sort of ship.

The theory was eventually proven. But did I prove it? No. Nope. Not at all. I'm just poor little old insignificant FarScape 1. She got the credit. The Leviathan. Moya.

And just once did they stop to think about how that made me feel? How it feels to have my entire purpose for existing wrenched from me? No. Nope. Not at all.

But I'm not bitter. Really.

Well, maybe I'm a little bitter.

THE END