“‘Surely they will have cured baldness by the twenty-fourth century!’
Roddenberry replied, ‘By the twenty-fourth century, no one will care.’”
Can I have my cake? Can I have you too? Would you follow me? Could I ask you to? Would the world between us break these ties we’ve worked so hard to realize? Can a postcard say what I see in your eyes?
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map