THE PRIME DIRECTIVE
The most depressing thing about watching Star Trek: The Next Generation is realising that in the future they still haven't discovered a cure for male baldness.
They've got the faster than light warp drive. They've got the phaser ray gun. They’ve got the teleport thing. But, Captain Picard is still bald. Come on, Federation people - let's stop exploring strange new worlds, new civilisations, boldly going where no one has gone before and get down to the serious issue here. Get your priorities straight already.
At the very least, they could teleport some hair onto the bald guy's head or something.
"We have a comb-over emergency here, Mr Worf. Set status to Brunette alert level, now!"
"With all due respect, Captain, it looks more serious than that to me."
"You're right - go straight to Blonde alert. I'll be in my quarters if you need me. You have the comm, number two."
posted by KlownKrusty @ 3:22 AM
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Baldness is no longer a stigma in the 24th century, like outfits with no pockets. Everyone in the universe is human on the inside, and ST:TNG's alien make-up has always deliberately reflected this. And programming an android to say "don't" will be impossible. And those little communicator badges will actually be able to route your communication through before you've told them who you're calling. And time-travel only works when you think of it. And the Borg always had a queen, she was just never referred to for security reasons, actually. And anyway, it's not a show about tomorrow, it's all about who we are today. And it's all true. I for one shan't be reading your ill-researched blog any more, you klown.
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