Me over here in my Spaceballs shirt.

I bet they have good weed, though.

Relevant Robot Chicken: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lf5BkEhJ5fI

Not all species reproduce sexually. Not all sexual reproduction involves pairs.

I got a contact sugar high just from clicking that link.

The problem is that an AI built to maximize paperclips might conclude that converting the planet to paperclips is an acceptable cost of maximizing paperclip production. It might understand why humans think it’s bad to convert the planet, but disagree. It would need to be explicitly programmed to prioritize human life over paperclips.

otherwise we would just switch it off

If it were super-intelligent, it could probably trick us into leaving it turned on.

A paperclip maximizer driven by self-preservation? What could possiblie go wrong?

Pirate King: HE DID?!? … oh… oh, yes so he did… I was there.

Now wait a second. I don’t think Quark ever sold shoddy merchandise. Overpriced? Sure! Stolen? Probably! Contraband? Absolutely! But low quality merchandise doesn’t breed customer loyalty. It doesn’t generate repeat business.

Remember the 57th rule of acquisition: Good customers are as rare as latinum. Treasure them.

https://archive.org/download/OTRR_X_Minus_One_Singles

The true captain will give up the chair rather than see it cut in half.

There are three things you need to remember as a starship captain: 1) keep your shirt tucked in; 2) go down with the ship; and 3) detailed knowledge of ornithology.

God dammit Loch Ness monster, I ain’t gonna give you no tree fiddy.

Makes sense that he’d use an antique.

Are there examples of censorship or prior restraint you’d like to highlight?

Ctrl-F “plato”

Required reading

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Unpopular opinion: Considering the fully automated luxury space communism Bashir has spent his whole life in, this is actually an incredibly tone-deaf thing for him to say. (Which is in character for early-seasons’ Bashir, TBH. c.f. his introduction to Kira in the pilot.)

The writers intended a moral objection to preventable human suffering, but actually wrote the 24th century equivalent of “let them eat cake”.

No refunds. Force majeure. Read the back of your tickets.

Hey! If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one.

I’d like Weyoun right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Cardassia with all the other Cardies, and I want him brought right here! With a big ribbon on his head! I want to look him straight in the eye, and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-assed, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is! HALLELUJAH! HOLY SHIT! Where’s the hypospray?