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The Compleat Trekwriter by Tom Holt


by Tom Holt
As some day it may happen that I write a Trekkie script,
I've got a little list - I've got a little list
Of overused cliches with which it will not be equipped -
They'd none of them be missed - they'd none of them be missed;

There's the temperamental holodock that's always on the blink,
The telepathic Betazoid who makes a lousy shrink;
The braggart Klingon warrior, with weapons at his hip;
The kid who's still in nappies when he gets to fly the ship -
And the lack of continuity, on which the suits insist -
They'd none of them be missed.

The sacrificial ensign who get beamed down to his doom;
The shapeless evil alien who invades the engine room;
The unexplained anomaly that buggers the controls;
The way our fearless heroes always slip past the patrols,
Then slug it out in fist-fights - well, I'm sure you get the gist.
They'd none of them be missed.

The noises of the engines and the phasers  - out in space;
The overloading VDUs that blow out in your face;
The androids and the holograms who yearn to be like us;
The wooden style of acting that's employed by Mr Russ;
The rampant-hormoned captain and the countless girls he's kissed -
They'd none of them be missed

Those countless forehead ridges - you can hear the latex squeak;
The touchy-feely plotlines and the Issue of the Week;
The technobabble particles (they're only found in Trek)
That go to fill the spaces that the writers leave for "tech";
The thought of all those cliches drives you to your analyst;
They'd none of them be missed


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The girl curtseyed again and danced off down the hill, leaving Bjorn alone at last with the trees, the birds, the squirrels and his ingrowing toenail. For a while he stood and looked aimlessy about him, until his eye lit on one tree that he recognized. It was a tall, ancient oak and he remembered it well; he had climbed it as a boy, and his grandfather had often lifted him up into its branches, pointing out to him all the marvellous things he could see. How wonderful it is, his grandfather used to say, to sit in a high tree and look out over all kingdoms of the world, as if one were God's own eyes!
  Bjorn braced his feet, grinned, and set about cutting it down.
(Tom Holt, "Here Comes the Sun")
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