"Beam me up, Scotty" the timeless words which were never spoken, yet bring forth images of and Kirk, charging to rescue of the Damsel in Distress, and DeForest, who now looks like Bones and Scotty, who ate one too many doughnuts and a pointy-eared Vulcan with one hell of a grip. Two seasons, series cancelled, letters written. One more time, one last season, in the can. All is quiet, years go by. Then a movie, and another, and four more. A new generation. Tragedy strikes the brain, the brawn, all in one body, now only a body, one who was Gene, now gone. He is remembered, revered. The Next Generation and the sixth movie and he is dead, but his spirit will always continue and his child will never die as the viewers go where no man has gone, where no producer or writer has been willing to take them with the promise of prosperity and life for the humans not just the images of horrid death. Pictures of prosperity, of hope, of peace, of happiness, while not forgetting the problems of the present, we see the future in a new, better light.
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Poem by Jeremy Elson, written in March 1992