At first I thought Data was running a DND campaign
“You are currently situated amongst the thick foliage of an M-class planet. Presently, it is the nocturnal phase of that region. Therefore, your visibility is severely limited.”
Letting the stardates roll by, empty space flowing under-hull
Into the black again, after the latinum’s gone.
Once on a continuing mission, timespace flowing under-hull
Letting the stardate incrementally increase, observing the spacetime holding me down
Letting the stardate incrementally increase, temporal anomalies flowing all around
Into another strange new world, after the mission’s done
Once in an episode, evil twins all aroundAh, I love the Vocally Communicating Thought Generators.
Allowing the rotational periods of the planet to continue and liquid dihydrogen monooxide to immobilize me. Allowing the rotational periods of the planet to continue and liquid dihydrogen monoxide traversing subterranean layers. Into the azure colored atmosphere once more, when the currency has been expended. A single moment in the years that consist of a lifespan and liquid dihydrogen monooxide traversing subterranean layers.
And you may tell yourself, “This is not my aesthetically pleasing residence!”
And you may tell yourself, “This is not my aesthetically pleasing Bynar spouse!”
“I observe as the Earth rotates!”
“I allow dihydrogen monoxide to suppress my being”
…what?
It’s Data’s take on Talking Head’s Once in a Lifetime.
Picard: “Mr. Data, I’m asking you quite strenuously to uninstall the David Byrne voice module immediately.”
Data: “Please exercise caution; one may attain their desires unexpectedly. Individuals of moderate age, peculiar but not unfamiliar. I am a standard android, in the process of generating heat within this habitation.”
Riker: “Geordi, switch him off, now!”
Data: “This is not my beautiful shutdown sequence. This is not my beautiful disconnection process.”
Existence proceeds as history would suggest. Existence proceeds as history would suggest. Existence proceeds as history would suggest. Existence proceeds as history would suggest.
Guinan: Do you even know what a joke is?
As the stardates pass behind us
Dihydrogen monoxide flowing beneath
