And you thought cleaning the Jeffries tubes was a bad job. Ewwww.
Three words: Leisure Suit Larry.
It’s said a few times during the series that the ship cleans itself. But where does the dirt and stuff end up?
Well, what if the matter is used as the base matter for the replicators? And the food you eat comes from that. So, every time you’re eating a fudge sundae in Ten-Forward, you’re eating a little bit of Commander William T. Riker.
Ewwwww.
With my luck, if I lived in the 24th century I’d be the holideck jizzmopper for the USS Enterprise.
I think alot of my programs would involve getting assimilated by Seven of 9.
If the internet has taught me one thing Pythagras then I imagine you could easily pick up a boot-leg Jennifer Aniston or Laura Prepon off the streets.
I’d love to play some of the early Final Fantasy games. But I’d also love to dip into games involving speed and dexterity. I’d love to see if I was good enough to fly the M. Falcon into the 2nd Death Star.
I’d spend a lot of time wandering around in Raymond Chandler novels and other representations of the 1920s through the 1950s.
“Swabbing the deck” is probably a euphamism for something, in the future.
Osiris: Check out X-Wing: Alliance. It ain’t a holodeck, but you can try that run through the Death Star.
If you get through the 8 billion TIE Fighters, first.
[sub]And anyway, flying out is a lot more difficult, with the fire and the burning and the ouchies behind you…[/sub]
[sub]And you’re never gonna keep up with Wedge. He’s a maniac.[/sub]
Did someone call me? — Oh, no silent “K”, never mind.
I imagine the physical fitness of the average gamer would improve. Perhaps the 23rd century “geek stereotype” is someone who has nothing better to do than sit around exercising so they can handle physical exertion in their games. Actually having to run around, jump canyons, hold sword fights, aim sniper rifles with precision, climb ladders while firing auto-shotguns, etc. has to be pretty strenuous.