You’re a cadet aboard a Federation starship likely doing menial and thankless work day in and day out. Once a week you get an hour in the holodeck.
What do you do in the holodeck during that hour?
As for me, the answer is clear:
Ongoing Pokémon campaign.
I’d create a harem of females from all sorts of alien races, naturally… I bet Klingon women are really wild in the sack.
If I’m not getting any otherwise, the Holodeck = sex time. Assuming I am getting laid, then I’d do a variety of things in the holodeck. Play LB for the Saints. Pitch or play 3B for the Braves. Pin Ric Flair for the NWA title. Box a few rounds with Tyson. Fly dogfight missions in every fighter aircraft ever made. Drive an Indy Car race. Or a NASCAR one. Play tennis against McEnroe at Wimbledon. Ride next to Rooster Cogburn, and face Ned Pepper’s gang with him. Lead Pickett’s Charge. Ride with Mosby. Raise the flag on Iwo Jima. Storm the beaches at Normandy. Defend the Alamo. Ride with or as Josey Wales. Etc. Basically, it would be a Virtual Valhalla.
I would do outdoor stuff that I couldn’t do aboard a starship, like ride mountain bike trails.
Superhero stuff, flying around beating up supercriminals. Then I’d probably play a while as a supercriminal.
And of course, lots and lots of sex.
This could be exceptional. I’ve had an ongoing thought about riding a mountain bike on the moon. Or other low-gravity place. In a vacuum.
My guess is you could go really, really fast. The holodeck fixes the otherwise insurmountable problem that I would kill myself in the first 20 minutes by biffing a jump and tearing a hole in my pressure suit. I have no ability whatsoever to land a big jump, and the exhilaration of easily flying the bike would be very difficult to resist.
BTW, I have only recently experienced being able to make my bike tilt forward in the air to get the front (steerable) wheel in contact with the dirt first. It was on a tiny jump, and is undoubtedly a basic move, but it makes me feel all studly whenever I think about it.
Walt
Put on some armor, grab a sword, and load up a D&D adventure.
They’d had to pry the holdeck from my cold, dead hands.
Even discounting all sex-realted stuff, D&D, sports, rac cars, playing in a rock band, flying, you name it.
But what if the Holodeck malfunctions and then when you die in the Holodeck, you die for real?
I live long enough to realize it and shout Valhalla, I am coming. I hope.
Otherwise, I’d assume everybody would have to line up while they shoot my corpse out one of the torpedo tubes, and maybe play Free Bird for me. Or if there wasn’t much of a corpse left, just recycle my atoms into the system. So there might be a little piece of Oak in every future holodeck program.
Pft. As if the holodeck ever malfunctions.
You guys are sick.
Sex thirded.
Ok…sex,
But could you do the illegal stuff in the holodeck that you couldn’t do in real life?
Not that I have any fantasies abt illegal sex mind you, just asking.
Much like Picard, I would go for the noir, detective pulp story. Beautiful dames, seedy jazz clubs, mystery solving…
Swtor. Obviously.
Hiking with great vistas and no mosquitoes. Sandy beaches and tide pools. Touring historical gardens. Maybe with a tour guide or other cadets, maybe not.
At some point, there will have to be a luau.
Blow stuff up.
D&D for me big battle, beautiful vistas, beautiful women that start out half naked and end up completely naked. Occasionally I’d do some 21st century stuff but only for the big explosions.
I’d have to go with a Sherlock Holmes sim.
Also rock climbing and caving.
And I’d have to try orbital skydiving at least once. I wouldn’t be wearing the red suit.
Resurrecting dead or severely missed loved ones.
Walking in my home surroundings if I got homesick.
Outdoorsy stuff.
Getting great massages. (If the holodeck is capable of making you experience sex, that oughta work for massages, right?)
Sex.
Being beautiful and adored.