I'm the lone employee assigned to monitor a gigantic automated factory on some far-flung planet called, Altair VI. I wander the industrial labyrinth peering at computer screens, glaring at rows of blinking lights and running diagnostics on non-setient robots. What keeps me sane? Science fiction, fantasy, movies, books, reviews, interviews, role-playing games and Star Trek.
2 comments:
Great production values, I agree. But, as for the dialog, hasn't TOS taught us that proper infliction and diction will be extinct from @2260-2286?
Hmmm... Now, I have something new to think about.
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