Senior Chief Petty Officer. Starfleet is in my blood, and I’ve spent my entire adult life in service to boldly going.
Keiko and Molly are my favorite humans, but Transporter Room 3 will always be my favorite.
Just don’t ask who what’s in the pattern buffer.
I park next to an 80s beetle with over 350k on the odometer. My own truck is from the 90s with 280k.
I work with a guy who daily drives his dad’s old Mercedes. While he inherited it, it wasn’t a “project car” or anything, it was a daily driver kept in good repair. Honestly, you put on a new clear coat, detail the interior? It feels no more than a few years old. 500k miles.
Of course teleporters make a copy of the original.
Unless there’s a malfunction in the dilithium encabulator matrix, then it would make you some sort of vacant, soulless husk that traps people in pattern buffers for fun in order to try and feel something after multiple lifetimes of torture and pain…
That never happens though.
One scoop of shit in a sandwich is better than two, but it’s still a shit sandwich.