He was an adventurer. He always had been. When he was a child, he and I-Chaya would navigate the dangerous Terran gardens his father had planted for his mother. At the age of twenty-two, he left Vulcan to live in San Francisco and at twenty-six, he boarded a starship to investigate new worlds with Captain Pike. At thirty-two, he boldly went where no man had gone before with Captain Kirk. At fifty-seven, he endeavored on the ultimate adventure, Death, only to be revived by his crew. At seventy-eight, he went into Klingon space and personally brokered a peace agreement. At one hundred and twenty, he attempted to unite the Vulcan and Romulan races. And at the age of one hundred and twenty-nine, he flew into a black hole and entered another universe.

Yes, Spock had always been an adventurer, but this adventure might be his greatest one yet.