Anything For Gold And Experience.

Someone Came In All Starfleet Badges Today. Not On My Shift, Sadly.' 'fascist,' Leon Had Said. 'why Are You So Prejudiced Against Nerds?' 'please,' Billy Said. 'that Would Be A Bit Self-hating, Wouldn't It?' 'yeah, But You Pass. You're Like, You're In Deep Cover,' Leon Said. 'you Can Sneak Out Of The Nerd Ghetto And Hide The Badge And Bring Back Food And Clothes And Word Of The Outside World.

It Had Not Been A Long Journey, But The Memory Of It Filled Her Like An Infection. She Had Felt Tethered By Time To The City Behind Her, So That The Minutes Stretched Out Taut As She Moved Away, And Slowed The Farther She Got, Dragging Out Her Little Voyage.

I'll Tell You, I've Never Particularly Been A Trek Person. I Feel About Trek The Way One Feels About Known, Vaguely Liked, But Rather Distant Members Of One's Family.

I Always Felt Sorry For The Sidekick As A Kid. They Never Got Their Due And It Left A Very Bad Taste In The Mouth - They Are Defined By A Subordinate Relationship To Someone Else. I Always Felt Like A Bit Of Sidekick When I Was A Kid And It Didn't Feel Fair.

But I Do Think It's Important To Remember That Writers Do Not Have A Monopoly Of Wisdom On Their Books. They Can Be Wrong About Their Own Books, They Can Often Learn About Their Own Books.