It was a rerun of Our Man Bashir, dubbed in Hungarian, back in the summer of 2002 when I was 12, on the day we moved into our new house. I was glued to the screen, even though I didn't quite understand at first that they were in a simulation and the people they were interacting with were the main cast. I instantly became a fan of Garak, and his and Worf-as-Duchamps' costumes gave me a lifelong fascination with aliens wearing contemporary human clothes.