Putting on my evil hat …
So I just checked the Global Happiness Meter, and it’s a higher than I am, ah, happy with. Don’t worry–it’s just a smidgeon too high, so I’m not going to unlimber the mass driver or anything. No, I’ll just be hopping into the continua buggy and heading back a few decades to [del]brutally murder[/del] delicately excise either Gene Roddenberry or J.R.R. Tolkien from history–
Wait.I can’t do that. I be depriving MYSELF of Tolkien, not to mentionNichelle Nichols in her evil costume, and that’s nuts.
Okay, new plan. In 24 hours – well make that 23 hours, 58 minutes, 32 seconds – I’ll be modifying one of the orbiting 1920s’ death rays so as remove all vestiges of either Roddenberry’s or Tolkien’s works (and their derivatives, natch) from the Earth. (I will of course still have possession of the copies in the protected archives, kept on Europa.) This ray will also fuck with everyone’s memory, so you’ll have a vague memory of loving (or hating) Trek or LotR, but not WHY you loved (or hated) it.
You guys choose. Which would you rather lose, and why?