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Anyone Watching Lost?
by Erik
I've been running through my memories of Old Science Fiction to try to anticipate the ending. A maze of Death By Phillip K Dick seems a likely Candidate where Random shit happens just like this. It turns out the Plot was an Hallucination shared by a Starship crew whose navigation systems have failed. They while away the hours in a VR game they sort of invent from their own psyches. Ofcourse None of them remember they are in VR until the end of the Program; when one survivor is left. As the crew die of old age, the VR world would shrink and the last survivors in a hell of loneliness.
it looks as if the writers of lost have read Maze of Death but i doubt they will do that ending though they should.
Now heres what I would do.
Every now and then you have someone escape from after following a series of instructions left only to them. When they are out at sea, they are abducted by a white light, Interrogated undergo a medical examination and die in the process until we are left with a Dozen or so cast members.
The Final arc would have someone escape from the examination room and swim back to the Island to warn the others. They then build 2 rafts. One to create a diversion, the other to navigate the lights to safety.
From the Crew who investigate the lights we discover the Island is Like "Anthrax Island" where they test Chemical and biological weapons and Truth inducing chemicals. The White lights are the Army testing the effects on Humans. Most of The Island Humans Have been Vaccinated against the more deadly germs. You could explain away some of the more unlikely events as hallucinations and kill off the cast at the end all but for the surviving disease carrying humans, Infected and heading into Sydney Harbour.
Posted on Jan 2, 2006, 2:18 PM from IP address 144.131.111.48
seems to have no significance whatsoever. He lives outside the world of numbers! A force of karm
Hang on, 5 and 14 = 19, 13 is unlucky and 19 appears twice. Giving you 34 which shares in common the number 3. Leaving you with 4 and 1. equals 5. shit.
Posted on Dec 17, 2005, 6:04 AM from IP address 195.92.67.76
I'll just sit here nice and still and let my eyes wonder as if to be deep within thought, but I'm actually just defragging my brain in wait for more lovin.
Posted on Dec 17, 2005, 8:29 AM from IP address 58.165.112.54
Is it not possible that those who take the stand that the moon landings were NOT faked are just as bad as the ones who believe it was. I mean, c'mon. seriously. It's possible. You know it is.
I do think that there has been a massive disservice to the world decomissioning the supersonic fleets. Planes crash all the time, but as soon as the concord does they shut down the whole fucking operation? Why?
Those planes are hard to fly in a simulator.
And there in lies the TRUE reason why we don't go back to the moon, or keep up with progress. It's to bloody hard. I don't buy into all that. I certainly don't buy into 'it's to expensive' Did you know that the cost of the moon mission is roughly the monthly cost of maintaining the Iraq Slaugh... I mean, war.
Ok, I'm not going to take the stand that we haven't been to the moon. But I will take the stand that those pictures from the moon are highly dubious. The kind of 'Wow' first time viewing, but then it's like...... "Is this all you got?"
If we did indeed go to the moon, then it's at least plausible for the skeptics to say that there was so many missed opportunities while up there. to many to list now because I just want to get off this damn computer and go to bed. But yeah, i have issues with the story.
And imagine for a second. Just a second that we didn't go to the moon. That all the conspiracy theories are true about the currant situations involving the american government...... just imagine for a second it's all true, it's easy if you try, just imagine - what an ugly world we live in. and what a dumb fucking bunch of cattle we all are.
Posted on Nov 23, 2005, 7:26 AM from IP address 58.165.99.89
I love these periodic periods of peer and beer and idiotic oh fuck off you do better
by ueasly
Although this looks suspiciously like bored Benno and 14 yo chappie who loves... fuck it I can't be bothered to rewind. Too preoccupied with the issues of our time, and this time, and my time - should I hit the vodka? Download a chick with big boobs (it's hard to download with big boobs.. can't see the keyboard for starters)? Turn the light on - exasperate the energy crisis. What crisis?
No, since I'm here, since the board has caught light, the thing to do is fan the flames. Turn up the heat. Open a can of woopsy - you 2 have committed the original sin of internet life - don't believe a fucking word of it. If it's on a website it's webshite - if it purports to be a lone voice of truth it's a lone voice.. you get idea. Esp if they're floggin a book.
This medium that we all love and enjoy... this happy medium offers such easy answers - the answers themselves are too easy. Put down your flag and pov and all of a sudden you're centre of the world - and while the net continues to promote such rampant ego-centrism wht happens? We blind ourselves to reality my friends. And I have to put your straight.
So let me tell you straight: we went to the moon and the earth's heating up. And as much as I like seeing a pair of twats rubbing up against each other, you sometimes... er, well I'd want to be pissed to continue that metaphor/
Sometimes an idea just doesn't work. Sometimes we idealise the idea, the idea that it really should fit into the world. Personally I find this hard to come to terms with - an idea should be something precious and precise, and immutable - shouldn't it? The fact of it's existance is proof not of meaning.. but beauty. Whither beauty? Now I heard Elgar;s Piano Concerto today on the telly - my old trumpet teacher was playing! - she still looks as bad as ever I'm afraid - it was shit. It was, as pieces of music go, a shit piece. Now this isn't Elgar's fault - it was unfinshed and from what I could tell, Elgar didn't intend to finish it. Some hack or other decided to complete it, make it fait accompli - get the idea out to the world. This was a heinous error. Sorry my sentances are getting progressively bittier. Don't mean to be overly-semantic - is that what a semantic would say? He'd probabl;y say become ..etc.
The idea behind the music, the whole thing just didn't work - I could hear it from the v beginning. A flawed idea that got fully worked out and dressed up, and put 'out there' - to manipualate, abrogate - mis-form distort and mutate - can you feel the hate! - state it's 'truth' of the way of things, but an ugly truth. what is ugliness? ugliness is un-thought-out ness. It doesn't know what it is -
Anyway, that's getting a bit off topic. I'm just typing this suckbollocks while I wait for my huge wobbling jugs to download,. Do you know how hard it is to ..b.bl;
Course, I'm not trying to impose an aesthetic judgement on your positions.. I'm just saying I'm right is all. Let the debate begin!
Posted on Nov 23, 2005, 8:01 PM from IP address 195.92.67.72
Well, the way i see it, if I have to disregard everything on the web site as Webshite, well then I'm in for some sore retooling of my brain patterns. You means to tell me Star trek hasn't finished? Is it really true that guys who go and pick up bust chick in their mini van have set the whole thing up from the get go?
And thing like stupid video, snuffx and rotten are all special effects? phew thats a relief. That kid being run over by his dad and the motor cyclist who tore his foot off just wont leave my daily thoughts. I breath a sigh of relief.
But alas I'm now sad. I was really looking forward to superman and king kong.
Posted on Nov 24, 2005, 1:12 AM from IP address 60.231.0.57
The ugly truth is that they went to the Moon for the wrong reasons (to show off technology, to show off how great the USA was, to show they were better then the Russians) and then didn't do anything with it. When they do go back all that's going to be done is what should have been done 30 years ago.
I guess that now it wouldn't be so expensive to go to the Moon (compared to the war, for example) but at the time it was extremely expensive, and they were fighting a war too. The Moon program got cancelled so they could spend more on the war (and then that got cancelled too).
Then they blew a lot of good money on the Space Shuttle which turned out to be an expensive peace of junk - it really doesn't do anymore than the Russians could do and just cost a massive amount (although, as you will no doubt point out still less than the average war).
Imagine what could be achieved if they diverted all the spending on the war into stuff that could actually do good? The modern day equivalent of going to the Moon - I don't what that might be but it could be pretty fucking spectacular. It needn't be anything to do with space (although in the long run we do have to get out there).
Posted on Jan 18, 2006, 2:14 AM from IP address 220.101.147.51
any favorite mitch jokes to share?
i love, 'when i was a kid i would lay in my twin bed and wonder where my brother was'. i still laugh at that! to those who did not ever see him perform in person or on tv i am sure just reading it does not do him justice it was hilarious most for how he said it.
Posted on Nov 19, 2005, 1:22 AM from IP address 142.176.244.88
...."Every body out. even the air. "Hwwwwwwwwwwwwffffffff" Even the hotdog who's been there for 9 years. "I'm not going anywhere, i've been here for 9 years"
I just made about a smuch sence a syou i think. But it was good for me to relive.
Trek rulez!!!
Well it does. Somewhere in time.
Notice how chaotic the world has become since Trek died.
Posted on Nov 23, 2005, 7:15 AM from IP address 58.165.99.89
anybody else want to post their favorite comedians?
i love david spade, steven wright, ray romano, derrick edwards, ron sparks, mitch hedberg r.i.p., derrick lengwenus.
Posted on Nov 19, 2005, 1:20 AM from IP address 142.176.244.88
with his passing that history has sort of fallen into place - now it seems much clearer that Piller ess creatd modern trek. Or created it v much in his image until it started to go scewiffy.
Posted on Nov 5, 2005, 7:43 PM from IP address 195.92.67.70
George Takei, best known for his role as Mr Sulu in Star Trek, came out as a homosexual in the current issue of a magazine covering the Los Angeles gay and lesbian community.
Takei told The Associated Press today that his role as psychologist Martin Dysart in the new production of the play Equus inspired him to publicly discuss his sexuality.
Takei described the character as a "very contained but turbulently frustrated man". The play opened yesterday at the David Henry Hwang Theatre in Los Angeles, the same day that Frontiers magazine featured a story on Takei's coming out.
The social and political climate also motivated Takei's disclosure, he said.
"The world has changed from when I was a young teen feeling ashamed for being gay," he said. "The issue of gay marriage is now a political issue. That would have been unthinkable when I was young."
The 68-year-old actor said he and his partner have been together for 18 years.
Takei, a Japanese-American who lived in a US internment camp from the age of 4 to 8, said he grew up feeling ashamed of his ethnicity and sexuality. He likened prejudice against gays to racial segregation.
"It's against basic decency and what American values stand for," he said.
Takei joined the Star Trek cast in 1966 as Hikaru Sulu, a character he played for three seasons on television and in six subsequent films. He received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in 1986.
Posted on Oct 27, 2005, 10:26 PM from IP address 203.10.231.229
I keep thinking of that exuberant swordplay from season 2. Or that rise of the eybrows... "B! ... for barricade" in TFF or that stuff with the chopper in ST4. I mean, I spotted it a mile off. Sulu and Chekov. And Uhuru in some of the stories.
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Ermmm,
Hey, did any1 hear abou the Jimmy Doohan sex tape??
Posted on Oct 28, 2005, 5:38 PM from IP address 195.92.67.78
But yes, now that you think about it, it was rather obvious.
Gay Trek actors in other series: Oooh, well, that would be telling! And we musn't tell, must we, precious?
Actually, there aren't very many. Not so surprising, now I think of all the guys and gals I went to school with who turned out gay. Not very many, although there were some who claimed to be bi, but then that's not quite the same thing. Some people just love everybody, don't they? In fact, all the cool girls seem to want to be bi lately, don't they?
Posted on Nov 7, 2005, 1:41 AM from IP address 220.101.147.51
What do any of these other so called 'trek' stars have to show for themselves since trek ended. Actually, it's not really all that unexpected. I mean c'mon. The voice, the smile. The auto biography where he consistantly refers to him "Mommy"
He wasn't exactly Bruce Lee in the old trek episode. At least now I can watch it and say "This is so gay"
Actually, you know what is really funny, how many wives William shatner goes through. the man is practically married the next week after each divorce. Even after that one turned up dead in his pool. I still remember a conversation I had where Shatner poped up and someone said.
The man pulled an OJ. I love that big round bastard.
Posted on Nov 23, 2005, 7:02 AM from IP address 58.165.99.89
Oh, even in Trek Authority was not always to be trusted
by
OK - Insurrection was a crap movie but the theme was that sometimes you had to defy authority to do the right thing.
Kirk was often breaking the rules in the original series. Come to think of it Picard did from time to time, like with not handing Data over to Starfleet when they wanted to take him apart.
But - Picard's on a big starship and part of a bureacracy. He has to play to certain rules most of the time and not cause too many waves, or he'll be out of a job. That's pretty much how it is for most people in the 21st century too. We may not like it but life is usually compromise. Might not sound very thrilling but... Roddenberry was hopeful that somehow people would get "better" by the 24th century... that included institutions too, I suppose.
Serenity is a totally different situation.
Posted on Oct 8, 2005, 5:29 AM from IP address 220.101.147.51
He remembered the shuttlecraft shuddering around him, the last frantic beats of a dying heart. His own heart, now, he knew.
Dying.
It was the way of things.
No matter that logic had so many times been circumvented. No matter that fate and luck and James T. Kirk had so many times intervened in the flow of cause and effect; inevitably everything must die.
Vulcans were no exception.
"Mister Ambassador?"
Spock opened his eyes. Meditation eluded him.
Even in the shadows of the ground transport's passenger compartment, lit only by the slow green flicker of passing streetglows, he saw the worry in Marinta's expression. Romulans were so free that way. In truth, there was much these lost children could teach their Vulcan forebears.
Spock focused his thoughts on chance -- his one last chance to make that transfer possible.
Reunification.
It was all that mattered to him now.
"We're almost there," Marinta said.
Spock knew that wasn't what she meant.
"I am fine," he assured her.
Marinta smiled. "I don't believe you."
Spock raised an eyebrow at the young woman with whom he had worked for almost half a standard year, ever since the dark days of confusion following Shinzon's coup and the slaughter of almost every member of the Romulan Senate. He had no reason to question Marinta's loyalty to his cause of reuniting Vulcans and Romulans after more than two millennia of bitter estrangement. But the respect he had reluctantly come to accept as his natural due as a senior Vulcan ambassador was something she seldom demonstrated. Spock decided it was that refreshing freedom from formality he appreciated most about her.
After more than a century and a half of life lived within the protective cloak of total logic and emotional self-control, Spock craved freedom.
That craving drove him now. Just as he recognized that the war between his two halves -- human and Vulcan -- had once dominated him before he had achieved his own unique balance. But now that same struggle still continued, unresolved, between the Vulcans and the Romulans. Only the scale was different.
Spock's personal battle ended decades ago, when V'Ger had come to claim the Earth, though the scars of that victory would be with him forever.
Now he wanted -- he needed -- to bring the same peace of acceptance to his chosen people. That same freedom.
Before he died.
"You're doing the right thing." Marinta spoke quietly, as if she sensed his thoughts. Being Romulan, it was entirely possible that she did. Vulcan telepathic traits were encoded in Romulan and Reman DNA, and not always dormant.
"That is not in question."
"I sense your doubt."
"Not doubt," Spock answered. Then surprised even himself with his confession. "Remorse."
Through the dark windows of the transport, Spock watched as the ancient stone streets of Primedian scrolled by, rough-hewn, black as space, overlaid with centuries of urban soot. And in the shadowed intervals between pools of pale green light, reflected in those same dark windows he glimpsed the faces of the dead.
Lieutenant Latimer. Pierced by an alien spear.
Lieutenant Gaetano. Crushed by alien hands.
Both of them dead and buried on Taurus II.
Because of him.
"There is no need for remorse," Marinta said.
He looked back at her. "Still, it exists."
Marinta's dark eyes flashed. "Mister Ambassador, I submit that reaction is not logical."
But Spock caught the smile she tried to suppress and unexpectedly found himself doing the same. No one else he knew these days, at least not under the age of one hundred fifty, would dare take him on in logical debate. "That is not the issue. Remorse is an emotion. Logic plays no part."
"I thought you believed logic plays a part in...everything."
"The words 'logic' and 'believe' do not often belong in the same sentence."
"Then what you are about to do," she said slowly, "does it flow from logic, or belief?" Marinta, despite her brave challenge to him, sounded confused. Spock couldn't blame her. If he allowed his own constrained emotions to surface, he knew he would betray the same hesitation.
Spock kept his face neutral, his lined features more akin to carved stone than flesh. But with his stark words, his heart, his memories escaped all shielding.
"I once commanded a shuttlecraft crew. The Columbus. Our mission: to investigate a quasarlike object. We were forced down. There were seven of us when we crash-landed. Only five survived to return to the Enterprise."
Marinta was quick to form a conclusion. By telepathy or insight, it didn't matter. She was correct either way.
"That's why you feel remorse. For the loss of those two crew members."
"They were my responsibility. They were not the first to die under my command. Nor the last. But they are the two I remember most clearly."
"Because...?"
Spock glanced out the windows again. The transport was slowing. Like a failing heartbeat.
"They died while I attempted to lead by logic. I, and the others, survived only when I set logic aside." Spock again surprised himself. Though Doctor McCoy had speculated on the motivation behind Spock's decision at the time of the incident, this was the first time Spock had confessed it aloud.
Uncharacteristically, Marinta offered no comment or judgment, as if waiting for him to continue. But Spock said nothing more.
The transport stopped and Spock felt it settle slowly as its wheels withdrew. In this most ancient of Romulan cities, where the planners of the central streets and plazas had been among the first outcast Vulcans to land on this world, old technologies were a tradition.
Spock pulled his ambassadorial robes close. They were lighter than those he usually wore, since he had forgone the traditional jewels and silver embroidery of his office. Spock had no desire to stand apart from his cousins. Much of Rom-ulus was still impoverished in the aftermath of the Dominion War, harsh conditions made worse by Shinzon and the subsequent disruption of government services.
He rewarded Marinta's quiet patience.
"After repairs, the Columbus achieved a decaying orbit. We had, at best, almost an hour before we were forced down again. I chose to ignite all our fuel at once. Not for propulsion, but as a signal. One with little chance of being detected. A signal that meant the Columbus would burn up in minutes."
Spock again felt the heat of that terrible moment. The buffeting of the thickening atmosphere. The acrid bite of burning insulation as the temperature rose. The unspoken accusations of his crew. The approach of death.
"But obviously the signal was detected," Marinta said.
Spock drew a breath, dispelled the past. "The signal was detected." He sat forward in his seat as he waited for the armored compartment door to be opened by the bodyguards outside. "And now I am preparing to commit the same act of desperation. To ignite all the fuel, as it were." He held Marinta's gaze. "It is not logical. But I believe it is my last best hope."
"Our best hope." Marinta's bright smile was undisguised.
Spock nodded. "For both our people. One people."
The door puffed out, then hummed as it slid open.
Primedian's night air was cold, unusual for the season. The musty, layered scent of age enveloped Spock, and for a stifling moment he felt as ancient as the city's weathered blocks and roadways.
Two private bodyguards -- Romulan, in drab and featureless civilian garb -- stood outside, their stern features harshly shadowed emerald by a single, overhead streetglow that shone straight down. Each guard had a microcommunicator in one pointed ear. Narrow disruptor tubes in magnetic holsters were strapped to their forearms, their outlines almost concealed by the fabric of their sleeves.
"It's time," Spock said, to himself as much as to anyone else.
But Marinta reached out and lightly placed her hand on a fold of his robes, taking care not to touch his arm. "Mister Ambassador..."
Spock looked at her, waited.
"The shuttlecraft. I've read so many accounts of your life. It wasn't the Columbus. It was the Galileo."
In defiance of his self-mastery, Spock felt his stomach tighten. She was right. How could I have forgotten? Have I grown so old?
"Of course," he said calmly, fiercely walling off anything he thought, anything he felt. He had commanded the Galileo, not the Columbus. "I misspoke."
If Marinta sensed anything of his inward struggle, she did not share it with him.
She merely took her hand from his robes. "I'll...wait for you here?"
"That would be best."
Saying nothing else, Spock stepped from the transport, into the night, into what must happen next.
But his lapse of memory tore at him, spurring the unwanted memories of heat and smoke and...
He saw two figures in an alley. Dead eyes locked on his in bitter accusation.
Latimer and Gaetano, both in their antique uniforms. Sodden with fresh blood.
Spock's guards saw his reaction, spun together, disruptors already in their hands as they aimed across the street at...
The empty alley.
Like burrowing snakes, the disruptors slipped back up the guards' sleeves.
"Did you see something, Mister Ambassador?"
Spock answered by walking toward the private entrance to the towering coliseum, robes swirling around his boots.
The bodyguards hurried to match his pace.
No sign of what Spock felt or thought was visible in his demeanor.
But within, he was consumed by doubt and felt the first insinuating tendrils of what any human would recognize as panic.
His decision had been made. His path could not be altered any more than a decaying orbit could escape the siren call of gravity.
But he had commanded the Galileo, not the Columbus.
And just as he was haunted by the mistakes he had made in the past, he feared the mistakes that still remained before him, and already felt remorse for those who could be harmed because what he must do next might somehow be wrong.
Consumed by doubt, displaying confidence, Spock strode into the first coliseum built on Romulus, where three thousand Romulans were waiting to hear his message of peace and reconciliation.
But what Spock felt or how he looked didn't matter.
Because exactly fourteen minutes later, those three thousand Romulans saw Spock die.
Bashir in Kingdom of Heaven, Troi in Crash. Both of these very trek like. all about Tolerance. See Crash if you don't mind getting preached at. See Kingdom of Heaven for the Bit where neeson is alive after that it gets a little too Fox for my liking.
Posted on Oct 16, 2005, 4:39 AM from IP address 143.238.121.194
I just had an idea for a new trek film. The final adventure of Spock. No Enterprise. No crew. Maybe someone from Next gen... HEY how bout Riker on the 'Titan' tracking down Spock and this then is a Film for leonard Nimoy.
I don't know, shut up.
Serenity was good wasn't it!
Posted on Nov 23, 2005, 6:56 AM from IP address 58.165.99.89