Discussion in 'Enterprise' started by T'Pala, Jan 24, 2012.
22nd century Starfleet computers sucked.
Daniels...I need you now!
Daniels materialized. "What is it,
Captain? Future Guy has attacked?
" Archer rolled his eyes. "NO...
I need a voice interface
for my personal computer. We
need instant, personalized porn access
on this ship, and right
now. Nothing that is traceable
, mind you. Admiral Forrest doesn't
approve of anyone from Starfleet
viewing porn on their ships."
"Neither do we actually, Captain...
in my century we've managed
to make sex obsolete. Babies
are grown in pods that
" Shut that man up," said
Trip, who barged into the
room and punched Daniels' face.
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