Beam me up Scotty!
Those were the days, before relationship issues and debt problems. Star Trek V1, first edition, Rodenberry pure. That guy knew what it meant to write sci-fi and he knew what people wanted. As a kid I just loved it pure and simple with Kirk, Spock and the guys encountering weird and wonderful aliens and planets on a weekly basis, each one leaving them on the edge of death and each time with them escaping. Obviously someone always died but I didn’t cotton on that it was always Mr X in his red shirt; only later would I appreciate that when Kirk assembled his away team would he ensure that Mr X came along to take the bullet. Or ray gun blast.
Come to think of it they seemed to have a never ending supply of Mr X’s and never so much gave a thought for the dozens of Mrs X’s out there getting a visit from Starship Command or whoever it was that sent a man round to deliver the bad news. Anyway as I got older I easily appreciated why the ladies on-board were all young, pretty and wearing mini skirts. Gene knew what was important in my weekly dose of space travel for sure and was catering for all ages of boys and men.
Add in those improbable solutions to everyday space issues such as laser weapons, long distance communicators in the hand and obviously transporter technology and I was all but drooling. Then lets ignore obvious major issues such as warp drive 0 to 4 times light speed in the blink of an eye without crushing everybody against the walls and we had everything I could want, not only in space travel entertainment, but in my life ahead. So what if I might end up working in an office, under the hood of a car or moving stuff from A to B in a warehouse, whilst watching Kirk and the gang I could dream of far away planets where no man had gone before, beautiful and strangely human like alien women and death defying feats of bravery.
So if anyone is listening up there and they have the password to the transporter… beam me up!
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