xyai and I were talking about how on shore leave, Jim would drag the others to these, like, tourist traps all over the universe, and they’d hate it (but secretly they’d love it) (but really they’d hate it)
"Computer, where am I? And don't tell me you're incapable of responding, because I'm just in the mood to pound the circuits out of something." Ignoring the empty threat, the pleasant synth voice responded with gratifying promptness. "Current location is Delta Vega, Class-M planet, unsafe. You have been ordered to remain in this pod until retrieval can be arranged by Starfleet authorities. Please aknowledge." "Bite me. How's that for aknowledgement?" Welcome the the resort world of Antarctica Twelve, he told himself bitterly.
the revolution is successful. but survival depends on drastic measures. your continued existence represents a threat to the well-being of society. your lives mean slow death to the more valued members of the colony. therefore, i have no alternative but to sentence you to death.
your execution is so ordered, signed kodos, governor of Tarsus IV