That's how I'd want them to dispose of me, if I died in the Star Trek universe. I mean, they already launch some of their dead people into space, in torpedo-casings. Just pack as much gunpowder as you can, around my corpse, and set that shit to detonate.
I love this so much. No notes. I have nothing to add. I want this to be a thing.
"Double strong, double sweet."
I heard that in Quark's voice.
I don't think you understand the degree to which I can hear this in his voice.
"Gee, where you been, Commander? The entire uridium industry's gay. Starship design, too. And the interstellar freighters."
The size of this image is making it a little weird. This one was clearly designed to be a full-sized poster, and unless you're viewing the image on a very large display, it kinda pushes the amount of convergence that your eyes have to do into the slightly-too-small range.
That means you're likely adjusting your eyes to a point that doubles the correct convergence distance, and you're getting a garbled image.
Even when you do get it to appear correctly, the too-small size will make the illusion of depth somewhat less effective than it would be if you were looking at it, in the intended scale.
EDIT: The source for this knowledge = every book about stereograms that I could ever find. Which was weirdly only a couple that actually discussed how they work, rather than just having a bunch of them printed. But I was legit OBSESSED with stereograms, back in the 90s. I read about them the way a kid who suddenly grows past 6'4" suddenly starts reading about basketball.
Apart from my telepathically unreadable brain, they're my best feature.
Hmm. Now that I think about it, the brain parts are also lobes.
Goddammit, I knew I shouldn't have looked on eBay, just to see how much that poster is.
I am NOT spending 130 goddamn dollars on that fucking poster.
But I need you all to understand that I desperately WANT to do exactly that.
In this case, the gold brick might also be filled with latinum.
I feel like this line of reasoning is how Chakotay's people wound up with that electric ball-tripping machine.
It's less sexy, isn't it?
If anyone can tolerate full-contact Klingon nookie, it's a former Borg.
We all know she only goes halfway to full force with Tom, and he still probably gets all kinds of contusions and cuts. And he can't just step into an alcove and regenerate that shit. Dermal regenerators and hyposprays will only get you so far.