On an unexplored planet, the Enterprise (Captain Picard’s, Star trek eighties, not Kirk’s) discovers a mysterious structure, inside which is a Las Vegas casino from the sixties. It is a virtual recreation, without living beings, in which there is no shortage of gangsters, millionaires who lose even their shirts and naive and silly girls who blow the dice.
Hallucinated, the explorers reach the second floor of the hotel, where they find a mummified corpse that has been there for three centuries. He’s a NASA astronaut who was abducted. The poor man had in his luggage a kiosk novel set in a Las Vegas casino, which the aliens interpreted as a guide to life on Earth. To keep the kidnapped person comfortable, they built the whole novel for him as a habitat, as zoos do with penguins, putting artificial ice in them. Locked in a plot full of clichés, that human died of disgust.
The astronaut was a curious and sensitive type, open and complex, the opposite of those who insist on seeing the world with tinted glasses (I don’t care about the color of the tint) and they distribute good and bad roles as in a puppet theater. It is those people who live at ease in a cheap novel, where everything is clear and everything is well explained, without questions or gray areas. The astronaut of Star trek He was convinced that life contains more hazards than certainties, that previous ideas must melt in contact with reality and that even those who bring you misfortune are evil planes: those aliens simply did not understand humans and believed that with that virtual casino were repairing the damage of the kidnapping. We need more astronauts and fewer casinos.
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