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Everybody's Free (To Wear phasers)

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '99: Wear phasers.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, phasers would be it.
The long term benefits of phasers have been probed by federation
scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than
my own meandering voyages. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your ship. Oh, never mind. You will not
understand the power and beauty of your ship until it's vaporized above
the Genesis planet. But belive me, in 20 years, you'll look back at
photos of your ship and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much
possibility lay before you and how fabulous you looked in the big chair.

You are not as infallible as you imagine.

Don't worry about the transporter. Or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to penetrate the galactic barrier by sipping saurian
brandy. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never
crossed your worried mind, the kind that blind side you at stardate
4524.76 in some idle quadrant.

Do one thing every day that scares your crew.
Seek out strange new civilizations.

Don't be reckless with your security officers. Don't put up with people
who are reckless with theirs.

Boldly go where no man has gone before.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes
you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with the
Klingons.

Remember the Prime Directive. Forget the regulations. If you succeed in
doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old starcharts. Throw away your M5.

Timetravel.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what to do with your career. The most
interesting officers I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do in
Starfleet. Some of the most interesting captains I know still don't know.

Get plenty of Dilithium. Be kind to your warp engines. You'll miss them
when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe
you won't. Maybe you'll be admiral by 40; maybe you'll dance with Orion
slavegirls on your ship's 75th anniversary. Whatever you do, don't
congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices
are half logic. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of
what sexstarved alien women think of it. It's the greatest instrument
you'll ever own.

Dance naked, even if you have nowhere to do it but in your ready room.

Read the regs, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read tech manuals. They will only make you feel stupid.

Get to know your crew. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be
nice to your ship's computer. It's your best link to your past and will
help you automate the ship when the crew's reduced to salt crystals.

Understand that officers come and go, but a precious few you should hold
on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in stellar geography and alien
lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the officers who
knew you when you were young.

Live in the Klingon Empire once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live
on Bajor once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Cross the neutral zone.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Starfleet will quote policy. Captains
will philander. You, too, will get old. And then you too will fantasize
that when you were young, Starfleet was reasonable, Captains were noble,
and officers respected the prime directive.

Respect the prime directive.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a fully charged
phaser bank. Maybe you have a commodore on board. But you never know when
either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look
like 85.

Be careful whose refit you buy, but be patient with those who Captain it.

A shakedown cruise is a form of nostalgia. Refitting your ship is a way
of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more that it's worth.

But trust me on the phasers.

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I did it! I did it all! And I'm damn proud of it too!

[This message was edited by Fabrux on May 19, 1999.]
 

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Clones are People Two

"The Force is like duct tape: it has a dark side and a light side, and it holds the universe together"
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Of course, I kinda like the original too.

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I can resist anything.......
Except Temptation
 

I love it, and will definitely post it on a department noticeboard!

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"You're wrong, and you're a grotesquely ugly freak."

- Chris Morris, Brass Eye

"Gods don't make mistakes!
Although...sometimes I think it would be nice to be able to carry a tune."
Weyoun, 'Favour the Bold'.

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If no-one will play with me, then I'm going home,and I'm bringing the inflatible with me.
 

Very witty, but could anyone tell me what song this is supposed to be spoofing? Any and all assistance appreciated (AAAAA).

"Gods don't make mistakes! Although...sometimes I think it would be nice to be able to carry a tune."
--Weyoun,'Favour The Bold'.

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If no-one will play with me, then I'm going home,and I'm bringing the inflatible with me.
 

Again apologies
*Leaves the thread bowing submisively, a bit like Edmund Blackadder set in medievil times.*

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If no-one will play with me, then I'm going home,and I'm bringing the inflatible with me.
 

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The public is wonderfully tolerant - it forgives everything except Genius.