From jacquez+@andrew.cmu.edu Mon Nov 8 13:41:38 1999
Date: Sun, 03 Oct 1999 00:19:39 GMT
Subject: [ASCEML] Re: S/Mc in the oddest places
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated


ObStarTrekSmut: Is it totally wrong of me to think that there should be
a Cross-Universe Geek Bar where all the cute scientists go to hang?

(BLAIR walks into Einstein's Folly. The walls are decorated with
strange attractor patterns, electron microscope pics, and other cool
sciencey stuff. He sits down at the bar, next to SPOCK, who is nursing
a Romulan ale.)

BLAIR: Scotch on the rocks. Hey, Spocko.

SPOCK: Bad day, my friend?

BLAIR: Oh, man. You wouldn't believe what I just did.

SPOCK: I would.

BLAIR: I just completely--I mean completely--destroyed my academic
reputation. For my damn *roommate*, who I've been *trying* to get into
bed for, like, *ever*. And now he wants me to carry a gun and...oh,
man, how do I get myself into these messes?

SPOCK: Learning to shoot was the hardest part of joining Starfleet.
Vulcan pacifism does not mesh well with military service. I learned,
however, that I am much more effective with my weapon than without it,
and that its presence often deters violence.

BLAIR: I don't know, man.

SPOCK: I do.

BLAIR: Like hell, man. Like hell. I mean, can you picture me in a cop
uniform? My mother--let's not even *talk* about my mother. She's
totally behind this. I feel like *I'm* the one who needed to hide out
in Tibet to process!

SPOCK: Mothers will often surprise you. Mine does.

BLAIR: What I'd *like* is for *Jim* to surprise me by being in my bed,
naked, when I get home.

SPOCK (wistfully): You and I both, my friend. You and I both.

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