perfidy

James Doohan is dead at the ripe old age of 85. We of course all know him as "Scotty" from Star Trek, but did you also know that he lost a middle finger storming the beach on D-Day? Wonder how that happened.

I tell you now something which could endanger my life, should the wrong entities take umbrage. Fans of James Doohan and his work; rest easy. He'll be back. Thanks to his co-status as war hero and science fiction screen actor, his name is near the top of a very select list of personages who, upon decease, will find the standing quantum probability waves that define their being transplanted into one of several models of giant space robot. Doohan is not slated to be a fighting space robot; he is to be one of the ambassadors. And as such, he is both more dangerous, and to be more trusted, than his fighting counterparts. Perhaps we can turn him. Perhaps the heart of old Scotty could still beat (metaphorically speaking) inside the titanium-alloy shell that will soon house his essence. Perhaps he could be made to fight on the side of... humans?... in the war that is to come.

Or should I just lay off for a while from eating the stuff in my fridge that's growing blue-green fuzz?