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Do you all remember that time Julian Bashir was such a Nice Guy that he literally drove a woman to catatonia?

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I re-watched the Star Trek: Deep Space Nine episode “Chrysalis” last night, which features the return of the ‘Jack Pack’, a group of genetically engineered characters with personality disorders that had appeared in an earlier episode. The plot of the episode revolves around the attempt to ‘cure’ Sarina, whose disorder renders her functionally mute and unable to effectively process visual and aural stimuli.

After the procedure is a success and she comes out of her shell (More literally than in most uses of the term), Julian Bashir falls in love with her and (More importantly) what she represents.  He begins to woo her, viewing her as the solution to his lifetime of isolation, as the one woman that he can connect to through shared experiences and who can keep up with him intellectually, and he was able to come in and rescue her like a knight in shining armor.  It’s all so romantic…except it isn’t.  She doesn’t love him back.  Not only does she not love him, because of what she’s been through she’s not even sure if she can love somebody in the fashion that Julian wants.

And that’s it.  There isn’t some subplot throughout the episode of her turning evil because of the procedure, there aren’t any aliens manipulating events behind-the-scenes, she just doesn’t love him.  She’s fond of him, sure, and she’s grateful for what he’s done for her, but that’s where it ends.  She doesn’t want to hurt him, doesn’t want to be ungrateful, but the fact that she doesn’t love him when everything she knows says she ‘should’ love him (He’s handsome, smart, a doctor, and personally saved her from her previous hellish existence) nearly forces her back into her previous cataleptic state.

The episode does not end with Bashir winning her over, and it does not end with a promise that she’ll be back ‘when she’s ready’, it ends with her leaving the station and Bashir recognizing that he can’t pursue her because it is the very fact of his interest that is causing a problem.  He needs to back off not for his sake, but for hers.

This was an entire episode spent deconstructing the Nice Guy phenomenon (years before the Nice Guy phenomenon was even recognized as such), the concept of Affection Obligation, and Compulsive Heterosexuality.  All the reasons that a woman ‘should’ love a man, the lifelong conditioning, and the internalized struggle and conflict and self-doubt and self-hate that come when things don’t fit that mold.

And it didn’t even seem to know it was doing it.

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Star Trek: DS9 ~ The Closet

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“It could have all been so different,” Q announced.  

Garak struggled to keep his breathing under control.  The closet seemed smaller than he remembered.  

“Aren’t you the last bit curious?”

He closed his eyes, trying to bring his heartbeat down.  “No,” he managed to lie convincingly.  

Q smiled.  “Let’s face it.  He wasn’t the best father, was he?  This whole closet business was just the beginning.  Why didn’t you kill him that day?”

The hanger was suddenly in his hand again, the one he’d twisted and reshaped in the darkness.  He had planned to plunge it into his “uncle’s” heart when the enormous door swung open, thus ending the eternal torment.  

“I couldn’t think of a place to hide the body.”

“Not quite the truth.”

“I wasn’t sure I could do it.”

“You’re getting warmer.”

“I loved him too much.”

The handle turned from the outside and the door opened.  The events that occurred in the past unfolded differently today.  In one swift move, the child Garak catapulted himself from the confined space and buried the pointed end of the hanger into Enabran Tain’s chest.  From the older man, a small sound of surprise escaped.  Then he fell heavily to the floor, a smile forming on his face.  Death followed swiftly.  Garak collapsed on top of him, blood mingling between them.

“Poor daddy dearest,” Q taunted.  “Murdered by his only son.”  

Garak’s chest ached, his heart beating so fast it thundered in his ears.  He panted, struggling now more than ever to catch his breath.  A second later, he rolled away and hit the ground himself.  

Q, now replacing the form of Enabran Tain, lay on the floor beside him, the same bloody wound replicated on his chest.  

“That wasn’t one of your better plans,” Q remarked.

Garak grasped at composure. “I can’t say that it was.”


(Written a few years back for DrToilette, who knew Q like none other, and who is very sadly no longer with us.  Memory eternal.)

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One of the wisest things I think Gene Roddenberry ever did was to consult Isaac Asimov on the friction between Shatner and myself, and the problematic popularity of Spock. Asimov advised him to make Kirk and Spock loyal, inseparable friends, so that when the audience thought of one, they’d automatically think of the other.
    The advice worked with the viewers-and maybe even with Bill and me, because we certainly came to appreciate our friendship more as time went on.
    Even if it was really mean of him to keep stealing my bike.

Leonard Nimoy, I Am Spock
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thank u asimov for accidentally kickstarting the slash movement

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I have the sudden urge to refer to ‘slashing’ characters as ‘Asimoving’ characters to piss off a certain segment of classic sci-fi fans

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Those of us who knew Isaac might suspect he’d find that idea delightful in retrospect. He always liked being ahead of the curve…