Life Will Not Be Like Star Trek
Written by Scott Adams, published in "The Dilbert Future" by
HarperBusiness. Copyright United Media, 1997.
There are so many Star Trek(tm) spin-offs that it is easy to fool yourself
into thinking that the Star Trek vision is an accurate vision of the future.
Sadly, Star Trek does not take into account the stupidity, selfishness,
and horniness of the average human being. Allow me to describe some of
the more obvious errors in the Star Trek vision.
Medical Technology
On Star Trek, the doctors have handheld devices that instantly
close any openings in the skin. Imagine that sort of device in the hands
of your unscrupulous friends. They would sneak up behind you and seal your
ass shut as a practical joke. The devices would be sold in novelty stores
instead of medical outlets. All things considered, I'm happy that it's
not easy to close other people's orifices.
Transporter
It would be great to be able to beam your molecules across space and
then reassemble them. The only problem is that you have to trust your co-worker
to operate the transporter. These are the same people who won't add paper
to the photocopier or make a new pot of coffee after taking the last drop.
I don't think they'll be double-checking the transporter coordinates. They'll
be accidentally beaming people into walls, pets, and furniture. People
will spend all their time apologizing for having inanimate objects protruding
from parts of their bodies.
'Pay no attention to the knickknacks; I got beamed into a hutch yesterday.'
If I could beam things from one place to another, I'd never leave the house.
I'd sit in a big comfy chair and just start beaming groceries, stereo equipment,
cheerleaders, and anything else I wanted right into my house. I'm fairly
certain I would abuse this power. If anybody came to arrest me, I'd beam
them into space. If I wanted some paintings for my walls, I'd beam the
contents of the Louvre over to my place, pick out the good stuff, and beam
the rest into my neighbor's garage.
If I were watching the news on television and didn't like what I heard,
I would beam the anchorman into my living room during the commercial break,
give him a vicious wedgie, and beam him back before anybody noticed. I'd
never worry about 'keeping up with the Joneses,' because as soon as they
got something nice, it would disappear right out of their hands. My neighbors
would have to use milk crates for furniture. And that's only after I had
all the milk crates I would ever need for the rest of my life. There's
only one thing that could keep me from spending all my time wreaking havoc
with the transporter: the holodeck.
Holodeck
For those of you who only watched the 'old' Star Trek, the holodeck can create
simulated worlds that look and feel just like the real thing. The characters
on Star Trek use the holodeck for recreation during breaks from work. This is
somewhat unrealistic. If I had a holodeck, I'd close the door and never come out
until I died of exhaustion. It would be hard to convince me I should be anywhere
but in the holodeck, getting my oil massage from Cindy Crawford and her simulated
twin sister.
Holodecks would be very addicting. If there weren't enough holodecks
to go around, I'd get the names of all the people who had reservations ahead of me
and beam them into concrete walls. I'd feel tense about it, but that's exactly why
I'd need a massage. I'm afraid the holodeck will be society's last invention.
Sex with Aliens
According to Star Trek, there are many alien races populated with creatures
who would like to have sex with humans. This would open up a lot of anatomical
possibilities, but imagine the confusion. It's hard enough to have sex with
human beings, much less humanoids. One wrong move and you're suddenly transported
naked to the Gamma Quadrant to stand trial for who-knows-what. This could only
add to performance anxiety. You would never be quite sure what moves would be
sensual and what moves would be a galactic-sized mistake.
Me Trying to Have Sex with an Alien:
Me: May I touch that?
Alien: That is not an erogenous zone. It is a separate corporeal being that
has been attached to my body for six hundred years.
Me: It's cute. I wonder if it would let me have sex with it.
Alien: That's exactly what I said six hundred years ago.
The best part about having sex with aliens, according to the Star Trek model,
is that the alien always dies a tragic death soon afterward. I don't have to
tell you how many problems that would solve. Realistically, the future won't be
that convenient.
Phasers
I would love to have a device that would stun people into unconsciousness
without killing them. I would use it ten times a day. If I got bad service
at the convenience store, I'd zap the clerk. If somebody with big hair
sat in front of me at the theater, zap!
On Star Trek, there are no penalties for stunning people with phasers. It
happens all the time. All you have to do is claim you were possessed by an
alien entity. Apparently, that is viewed as a credible defense in the Star
Trek future. Imagine real criminals in a world where the 'alien possession'
defense is credible.
Criminal: Yes, officer, I did steal that vehicle, and I did kill the occupants,
but I was possessed by an evil alien entity.
Officer: Well, okay. Move along.
I wish I had a phaser right now. My neighbor's dog likes to stand under
my bedroom window on the other side of the fence and bark for hours at
a time. My neighbor has employed the bold defense that he believes it might
be another neighbor's dog, despite the fact that I am standing there looking
at him barking only twenty feet away. In a situation like this, a phaser
is really the best approach. I could squeeze off a clean shot through the
willow tree. A phaser doesn't make much noise, so it wouldn't disturb anyone.
Then the unhappy little dog and I could both get some sleep. If the neighbor
complains, I'll explain that the phaser was fired by the other neighbor's
dog, a known troublemaker who is said to be invisible.
And if that doesn't work, a photon torpedo is clearly indicated.
Cyborgs
Given the choice, I would rather be a cyborg instead of 100 percent human. I
like the thought of technology becoming part of my body. As a human, I am
constantly running to the toolbox in my garage to get a tool to deal with some
new household malfunction. If I were a cyborg, I might have an electric drill
on my arm, plus a metric socket set. That would save a lot of trips. From what
I've seen, the cyborg concept is a modular design, so you can add whatever tools
you think you'd use most.
I'd love to see crosshairs appear in my viewfinder every time I looked at someone.
It would make me feel menacing, and I'd like that. I'd program myself so that
anytime I saw a car salesman, a little message would appear in my viewfinder that
said 'Target Locked On.'
It would also be great to have my computer built into my skull. That way I could
surf the Net during useless periods of life, such as when people talk to me. All
I'd have to do is initiate a head-nodding subroutine during boring conversations
and I could amuse myself in my head all day long.
I think that if anyone could become a cyborg, there would be a huge rush of people
getting in line for the conversion. Kids would like it for the look. Adults would
like it for its utility. Cyborg technology has something for everyone. So, unlike Star Trek, I can imagine everyone wanting to be a cyborg.
The only downside I can see is that when the human part dies and you're at the funeral,
the cyborg part will try to claw its way out of the casket and slay all the mourners.
But that risk can be minimized by saying you have an important business meeting, so you
can't make it to the service.
Shields
I wish I had an invisible force field. I'd use it all the time, especially around people
who spit when they talk or get too close to my personal space. In fact, I'd probably need
a shield quite a bit if I also had a phaser to play with.
I wouldn't need a big shield system like the one they use to protect the Enterprise,
maybe just a belt-clip device for personal use. I could insult dangerous people without
fear of retribution. Whatever crumbs of personality I now have would be completely
unnecessary in the future. On the plus side, it would make shopping much more fun.
Shopping with Shields Up
Me: Ring this up for me, you unpleasant cretin.
Saleswoman: I oughta slug you!
Me: Try it. My shields are up.
Saleswoman: Damn!
Me: There's nothing you can do to harm me.
Saleswoman: I guess you're right. Would you like to open a charge account? Our interest
rates are very reasonable.
Me: Nice try.
Long-Range Sensors
If people had long-range sensors, they would rarely use them to scan for new signs of
life. I think they would use them to avoid work. You could run a continuous scan for
your boss and then quickly transport yourself out of the area when he came near. If your
manager died in his office, you would know minutes before the authorities discovered
him, and that means extra break time.
Vulcan Death Grip
Before all you Trekkies write to correct me, I know there is no such thing
as a Vulcan Death Grip even in Star Trek. But I wish there were. That would
have come in handy many times. It would be easy to make the Vulcan Death
Grip look like an accident.
'I was just straightening his collar and he collapsed.'
I think the only thing that keeps most people from randomly killing other citizens
is the bloody mess it makes and the high likelihood of getting caught. With the
Vulcan Death Grip, it would be clean and virtually undetectable. Everybody would be
killing people left and right. You wouldn't be able to have a decent conversation at
the office over the sound of dead co-workers hitting the carpet. The most common sounds
in corporate America would be, 'I'm sorry I couldn't give you a bigger raise, but . . . erk!'
And that's why the future won't be like Star Trek.
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