Speak to me only in Science Fiction

A libido leveler has been mislaid near the pulse-leveling gate. If you have accidentally…

Crisis for humankind. Fleet officials admit they underestimated the Arachnids’ defensive capability.

I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

You and your feelings. They just run you, don’t they?

OK, then. Are you out of your Vulcan mind? Are you making a logical choice, sending Kirk away? Probably. But, the right one?

Similarly, once I’d released you bonds, your could have simply fled. But I trusted you. And you trusted me. There is a logic problem known as the Prisoner’s Dilemma. It has two strategies: trust and betrayal. On balance, a trusting strategy provides better results. Trust is logical. May you and your world go in peace.

There are many on this ship who would profit by your example.

I’m in command of 18 competitively selected super-perfect physical specimens with an average age of 24.6 who have been locked up in hyperspace for 378 days.

Khaaaaaaaan!

[I find that “Khan” scream lacking in font size, boldness, caps and A letters, the judge from Romania gives it a 4.5]

[While lacking in size and boldness, I awarded extra points for artistic interpretation; the judge from Zoolandia gives it a 7.4]

Miles grinned. Yeah, Mark. * Catch me if you can. If you can.*

“She must be fed,” Lebeau said. “But how can we guess what her people ate?”

They’re making our food out of people. Next thing they’ll be breeding us like cattle for food. You’ve gotta tell them. You’ve gotta tell them!

Ack! Ack! Ack! Ack! Ack! Ack!

It’s a trap!

He threw words like ‘balderdash’ at it as one might throw stones at a dog that persists in following one, and presently there was the damned thing back again.

“If it should chance that something of the sort was going on… .”

Fiddlesticks squared and cubed. Pardon me, Pater, but if you had any military service you would know better.

And how am I supposed to protect you from the Peacekeepers and the Scarrans and the Tragans and the lions, tigers and bears? With this? Winona? This gun? No gun is big enough.

I wouldn’t give you a gun if it were World War 3.