Fan Fiction Story

 I can say that for a decades I wished to write a story that combined the universes of DUNE and Star Trek. 

So what you are about to read here is my fan fiction combining those two universes.

From Dune, I'm using the timeline after currently known and written stories. So the events are thousands of years after Duncan Idaho tried to reconcile AI and Dune universe.

From Star Trek, I'm going with Voyager. My story is imposing on the timeline and events of that show, changing them a bit.

The working title is:


I am better than you

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