Whizzo Replicator Distribution
This one’s been on my mind for a few days. I blame the alignment of the planets.
Situation: you have a shiny-new Starfleet food replicator, the kind that takes molecular building blocks from storage and makes any kind of food you want based on patterns you’ve loaded or scanned in.
However, you stayed up too late last night loading information into it, and you discover that you accidentally linked it to the medical database. Now the replicator’s offering you a selection of dishes based on synthetic but authentic human meat.
I know. I’m a weirdo.
Tags: discordia, memes, philosophy
