NextGen fans all know that due to the effects of a fortuitously timed tachyon bubble, Jean Luc and Deanna and Geordi and Data are all hovering in high orbit helplessly watching us flounder and quietly mourning their inability to seal the self-inflicted hole leaking dark poison into the Gulf with a quick phaser blast because they can't violate the prime directive.
But Number One is on a covert away mission, using a combination of sly misdirection, subterfuge and manly man charm to convince a frustrated but plucky and beautiful young scientist to build a ground-to-space semaphore device to send the Enterprise a desperate SOS, 'cuz, y'know, it's different if we ASK for help. That's all the excuse ol' Capt Peckard needs to lend us a hand.
Then in the last couple minutes of the show Jean Luc will deliver a gentle moral lecture to young Wesley about how we nearly destroyed ourselves by allowing our laziness and greed to outstrip our ability to use our technology and resources in a sustainable, harmonious fashion for the benefit of ALL life forms on our planet, but we're a young civilization, and we'll learn from our mistakes, and the Federation will be happy to welcome us into its fold when Zefram Cochran finally breaches the warp barrier. Meantime, the tachyon bubble is closing and they gotta go.
And despite Number One's bearded allure, the plucky beautiful young scientist will stay behind and help us all make better choices. She knows where her duty lies, and besides, she saw how he was looking at Deanna.
You have quite an imagination, my dear. :)
ReplyDeletePffft. I just watch too many TNG reruns.
ReplyDeleteRiker looks at everyone that way. The young scientist is secretly happy he's leaving, so she can finally get a slice of pizza without him snarfing all of it into the black hole of his gaping maw, and then blaming it on the Klingons. She know's he's hungry and inept, and that his covert mission probably caused the rift; but ego is a delicate thing, and letting Riker think he saved the world isn't such a high price to pay for a smidgeon of pepperoni and cheese, a glass of beer, and a nice quiet nap by herself, at long last.
ReplyDeleteIt is with deep regret that once again I find myself having to remind my gentle readers that the phrase "gaping maw" is not allowed on this website.
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