I once experienced an episode of sleep paralysis with auditory hallucinations. I heard a deep masculine voice speaking in a guttural language that seemed just on the edge of being comprehensible to me. As if it were the primeval language from which all others sprang. The feel of the language in my ear was as familiar as my native tongue. I recognized the cadence, I could discern where one word ended and the next began, whether a sentence was a question, and so forth. But the words themselves were somehow alien.

I strained my senses trying to hear the voice more clearly. What horrible prophesy was I being given? What dreadful task have I been appointed? Am I the keymaster? The antichrist? Am I dying? Oh shit, that’s it, isn’t it? I’m dying and going to hell. Fuckfuckfuck. Um. I accept Jesus as my savior? …Buddha? …Joe Pesci?

Then I snapped out of it and the voice turned out to be the muffled sound of my neighbor’s TV. Praise be to Joe Pesci!

Yeah, but what about all the episodes where they didn’t detect any danger? That’s like half of TOS. By TNG it’d be hubris if they still believed they could know for sure.

It makes so much more sense to send a shuttlecraft in the first place, in every case, even if the mothership isn’t going anywhere and transporters are fully operational.

Is there air? You don’t know. But you’re going to beam me down in nothing but my pajamas? Hell no. I’ll take a shuttle with its shields and weapons and life support systems.

Contact sickbay if your hard light hologram lasts more than 4 hours.

For one, the shark is not at fault. The swimmer is. Which doesn’t really fit the overall message.

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Fair game.

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I know what you meant, but I choose to ignore that:

“Old money” vs. “New money” is a particularly American concept, though.

I’d do something irresponsible and selfish with the money like adopt an entire orphanage. Just pissing the money away.

Please, the preferred terminology is “space opera”.

Your nervous system has finite bandwidth. The extra movement and sensation signals drown out the “need to pee” signal, making it seem less urgent. It’s also why we rub the area around minor injuries to relieve pain.

AFAIK California doesn’t require a license for ebikes.

It is a theory to explain how genie knows about things like automobiles and 20th century movie stars. It posits that these are only anachronisms if the story is set in the past, as commonly assumed. But setting it in the far distant future eliminates the problem. It also explains the apparent “magic” in the world as remnants of a fallen high-tech civilization.

Rajah the tiger? Genetic engineered. Magic carpet? Hover tech. Buried stop signs (video game only)? Ancient relic. It’s really quite surprising how well this theory fits.

Throw in the fan theory that Disney’s version takes place thousands of years in the future.

They also put children on the ship, so maybe the admiralty isn’t so smart.