Space Weep Heartbreak

On Sunday afternoon I was lying on the sofa watching the new Star Trek movie.

During the opening scene, the captain of the U.S.S. Kelvin gets invited over to a tricked-out time ship which belongs to a bonkers criminal called Nero - for a pleasant bit of surrender. Nero gets a bit eggy when he doesn't get his way, so he gives the captain a good old slaughtering.

It all kicks off.

Back on the U.S.S Kelvin, George Kirk assumes command. His first job is to be on the receiving end of a right shoeing. It becomes apparent that Nero is going to blow the U.S.S. Kelvin to kingdom come. So George orders everyone to abandon ship. He tries to set the controls of the Kelvin for a collision course with Nero's ship in an effort to prevent Nero from butchering his whole crew as they flee in the shuttles. But the computer executes the old blue-screen-of-death, so George has no choice but to take the helm and get the job done himself.

George gets a call from his pregnant wife, who is in labour. She's on her way from the ship's medical bay to a shuttle to evacuate. She asks when he's going to be getting on the shuttle. He says he's not coming, and tells the shuttle pilot to leave without him.

At this point I shed a tear.

George hears the birth of his child over the intercom, as the bridge of his ship collapses around him under heavy fire. Then George and his wife discuss the child's name. They come to a decision; Jim. George hears his child cry for the first and last time - right before the U.S.S Kelvin ploughs headlong into Nero's ship, and George dies a hero.

I cry (aptly) like a baby.

Stupid emotional transference.