The End

[apeiron]

Looks like science fiction.
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(Scene: The Bridge)


Kirk: Mr. Sulu, set course for the planet Luxuria.


Sulu: Yes, sir!


(Suddenly, the ship is rocked by a violent explosion which causes everyone
to fall out of their chairs.)


Kirk: Mr. Chekov, report on all Klingon ships in the area.


Chekov: Negative, keptin. Sensors show no enemy wessel in sight.


Kirk: Your analysis, Mr. Spock.


Spock: I assure you, Captain, I am not operating under the influence of
illicit mind-altering substances. However, if you think it necessary,
regulations do stipulate that--


Kirk: I meant your analysis of the current situation.


Spock: My apologies, Captain. I am still sometimes unable to compensate for
the vagaries of human enunciation. It would appear, Captain, that a visional
catalyst source has malfunctioned to the critical overload stage. (Noticing
Kirk's blank stare, he shakes his head almost imperceptably.) To rephrase
my statement into what I believe you humans call `the vernacular': a light
bulb blew in Engineering.

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