In our defense, it is VERY post-apocalyptic, like 400 years or so depending on where you tag in.
It’s not like the bombs dropped yesterday and all of a sudden they have holodecks and microwaves that make food out of raw materials and transporters and warp drives.
If you consider our technology in 1625 versus today, Having that kind of tech in 2425 seems perfectly reasonable.
If I ever meet the asshole that invented the mouse-off function for webpages so that when you go to close a tab, a pop-up jumps up so that the website owner can scream, “wait, no, please subscribe, give us your email, send us money, something holy fucking shit, dear god ah!” at you I swear I will break their fucking fingers and punch them in the dick.
My house is a reddish brown with a green metal roof. My cars are black, red, and yellow, and I do everything I can to make sure that I am surrounded by at least some kind of light and color at all times.
If I was dating a girl and I found out that she was a sad beige mom, that would be the end of the relationship.
Yeah, it’s definitely all ten, although I can see how I would regret that choice from time to time.
Fortunately, robot hands are pretty cool, and I’m sure that if the world were prosperous and they saw somebody with no fingers, they would all chip in to help back out. So it wouldn’t be like terrible forever, but it would definitely have its moments where it sucks.
Why can I clearly hear DeForest Kelly saying that in his own voice?
Have you ever had a recurring dream before?
Like, over a period of several months or years or whatever having roughly the same content and the dream pop back up again?
I have friends who have dreams about going to work.
I have friends who have dreams about showing up to a hangout and hanging out with people.
I dream about leading a choir of nuns on a singing rampage through New York and fighting epic space battles where it turns out that the Darth Vader equivalent of my dream is actually my cousin, which I only learn after I kill him, where priceless and irreplaceable books on witchcraft are destroyed to make wrapping paper due to a shopkeeper’s error, where I am told mysteries of the universe and song and hear songs that have never been sung before.
Dreams are like your brain’s way of processing information and defragging your personality.
Everyone’s got different kinds of dreams.
forget what number you’re on and say, “um”.
When my dad was teaching me how to ride a bike, I kept falling.
He noticed that I was paying so much attention to the road that I couldn’t focus on riding the bike.
Finally he picked me up, looked me dead in the eyes and said, “You rule the road. Don’t let the road rule you”.
Somehow that phrase immediately gave me the ability to ride a bicycle.
I have shared it with other people learning to ride a bicycle after they have fallen down at least once.
It freaking works.
I’m sorry, like, I would choose 5 minutes in Warhammer 40K versus the Nazi death camps.
My overweight native ass would be tortured to death over the period of several months, whereas five minutes in Warhammer 40k, like maybe I catch a stray bullet, maybe I get gang raped by orcs, but more than likely I survive, and I’m relatively unharmed.