imagine yourself a few hundred years in the future, aboard a starfleet vessel of your choice, under the command of the captain of your choice
you strike up a friendship with the transporter operator. once she wins your trust, she tells you her secret. for months now, she has eschewed bathroom breaks in favour of simply transporting her bodily waste directly into the vacuum of space. with the extra time she's saving, she's 7.6% more productive and the captain briefly acknowledged her existence in ten-forward.
she wants to know: do you want in on this scheme?
ilx0rs, what do you tell her?
|fuck yeah man beam my turds into the inky vastness of the infinite||18|
|no way i treasure my poop time/poops and could never give it up||13|
― tony orlandoni, cheese engineer (bizarro gazzara), Tuesday, 28 March 2017 19:59 (one year ago)