Senior Chief Petty Officer. Starfleet is in my blood, and I’ve spent my entire adult life in service to boldly going.

Keiko and Molly are my favorite humans, but Transporter Room 3 will always be my favorite.

Just don’t ask who what’s in the pattern buffer.

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  • I mean… Never by our current civilization.

    With climate change ramping up, less and less will be devoted to space and exploration, and more resources focused on maintaining order and keeping people fed and working.

    So unless the rest of the world can rally together in the next 50 years, we, our current civilization, will be likely nearly wiped out in the coming centuries. Not totally, I don’t think. But modern society will not survive.

    Now, I fully believe the rest of the world is completely capable of doing this, the question is can enough people in positions of power put aside petty differences and work for the betterment of humanity. Because clearly my government won’t.

    The titles is definitely click bait, and if they really believe it they’re delusional.





  • Skilled truckers

    I have met truck drivers that can (and have demonstrated) back their trailer up to a cargo dock blindfolded.

    I’ve met some that can navigate turning radii (radiuses? Radiens?) smaller than my old Nissan.

    And then I’ve also met some that couldn’t figure out their 13ft tall trailer can’t fit under a 12ft 8 bridge…

    For the most part though, in my experience truck drivers are better drivers than 97% of regular drivers.



  • You know, it’s always funny when sci-fi shows have doctors that refer to current year medical practices as “barbaric” or “Savage”, but honestly looking back just 50 years? Same feeling.

    200 years ago, the local “doctor” will probably tell you to take a swig of the bottle he just dumped on your wound, because he’s gotta saw it off. Hopefully they at least washed it since it’s last use.

    200 years from now? Eh. Doc will wave a light over it, you’ll be fine.






  • She called the Asian girl “ching chong”, she called one of the few black people in it “shackle bolt”, and she might as well have called the Irish kid “Irish O’Carbomb” given his name an propensity for unintentionally setting things on fire.

    Don’t even get me started on the goblins.

    She straight up admitted lycanthropy is HIV, and all werewolves are interested j is spreading their disease by attacking anyone nearby, one werewolf specifically targets children, if I remember correctly.

    The only gay characters I am aware of, one is a villain, and the other other is “one of the good ones” who never acted on it after a point and just stayed a celibate single.

    The only non-magical users in the magic world “squibs”, basically disabled people, are portrayed as shitty humans. Every summer Harry got left with ms fig who was “a mad old lady”, and the school caretaker Filch, who is a sadist that welcomes umbridge with open arms, a parasite who latches on to whoever benefits him most.

    I’m sure there’s others I’ve never caught or thought about.







  • You could absolutely say, with no surrounding context, “Palestinians deserve to live”, and have half a dozen people call you antisemitic, as if you were

    1: talking about jews or Israel in the first place,

    2- saying NEGATIVE things about those groups, or

    C, implying that two groups of people can’t exist at the same time.

    And a dozen other people nearby will nod their heads in silence as though the person calling you antisemitic was in some way correct in their assessment.


  • Thank you for writing, Concerned. Of course, your question touches on one of the most basic biological impulses, with all its associated hopes and fears for the future of the species. I also detect some unspoken questions. Do our benefactors really know what’s best for us? What gives them the right to make this kind of decision for mankind? Will they ever deactivate the suppression field and let us breed again?

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    Allow me to address the anxieties underlying your concerns, rather than try to answer every possible question you might have left unvoiced. First, let us consider the fact that for the first time ever, as a species, immortality is in our reach. This simple fact has far-reaching implications. It requires radical rethinking and revision of our genetic imperatives. It also requires planning and forethought that run in direct opposition to our neural pre-sets.

    I find it helpful at times like these to remind myself that our true enemy is Instinct. Instinct was our mother when we were an infant species. Instinct coddled us and kept us safe in those hardscrabble years when we hardened our sticks and cooked our first meals above a meager fire and startled at the shadows that leapt upon the cavern’s walls. But inseparable from Instinct is its dark twin, Superstition. Instinct is inextricably bound to unreasoning impulses, and today we clearly see its true nature. Instinct has just become aware of its irrelevance, and like a cornered beast, it will not go down without a bloody fight. Instinct would inflict a fatal injury on our species. Instinct creates its own oppressors, and bids us rise up against them. Instinct tells us that the unknown is a threat, rather than an opportunity. Instinct slyly and covertly compels us away from change and progress. Instinct, therefore, must be expunged. It must be fought tooth and nail, beginning with the basest of human urges: The urge to reproduce.

    We should thank our benefactors for giving us respite from this overpowering force. They have thrown a switch and exorcised our demons in a single stroke. They have given us the strength we never could have summoned to overcome this compulsion. They have given us purpose. They have turned our eyes toward the stars.

    Let me assure you that the suppressing field will be shut off on the day that we have mastered ourselves…the day we can prove we no longer need it. And that day of transformation, I have it on good authority, is close at hand.