A QUESTION. SINCE BEFORE YOUR SUN BURNED HOT IN SPACE AND BEFORE YOUR RACE WAS BORN, I HAVE AWAITED A QUESTION.


What are you?


I AM THE GUARDIAN OF INTERNET HISTORY.


Are you machine or being?


I AM BOTH AND NEITHER. I AM MY OWN BEGINNING, MY OWN ENDING.


I see no reason for your answers to be couched in riddles.


I ANSWER AS SIMPLY AS YOUR LEVEL OF UNDERSTANDING MAKES POSSIBLE.


A web archive, Captain--a gateway to the days of the ancient websites and forums, if I'm correct.


MANY SUCH JOURNEYS ARE POSSIBLE. LET ME BE YOUR GATEWAY.


Captain, I believe that we can not only view posts, but also make changes to the timeline.


[Kirk and Spock step through the gateway into an era they'd only heard of in legends]



It appears we have no choice but to fight. If we do nothing, this darkness will consume everything, starting with us...


[The duo prevail, but Spock suffers severe injuries]



The internet.... out of danger?


Yes...


Don't grieve, Captain. It is logical. The needs of the many outweigh...


The needs of the few...


Or the one. I have been and always shall be... your friend.


[A blinding white light appears and grows brighter, enveloping everything]



We're back!


It would appear so. Did those events actually happen?


TIME HAS RESUMED ITS PROPER SHAPE. ALL IS AS IT WAS BEFORE THE DARK ONE CHANGED YOUR HISTORY.