Enjoy Your Stay At The Holograph Lounge

by Milieu

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	1.	Kitty Come Here 04:06
	2.	Can't Do That, Dave 00:40
	3.	Bomb #20 03:27
	4.	Shuttlecraft To Med-Bay 03:12
	5.	Fornax Quarian Centerfold 01:16
	6.	Astrolabe Dub 04:44
	7.	Hard-Light Helipad 08:38
	8.	Redshirt Red Alert 02:29
	9.	Miss December 2183 01:16
	10.	Holographic Atmo-Burn 05:40
	11.	Elcor Dialup Fuzz 00:38
	12.	H Is For Helmsman 00:41
	13.	Radiation Fume Funk 02:56
	14.	Fremen Blue 06:56
	15.	"Boy, Have We Got A Vacation For You" 03:44

about

So 2011 is ending, and you're sitting in your Delorian thinking "What about the future?"...just then, a blinding flash of light slightly stuns you as Ace Rimmer appears in a sparkly clean space-suit with Berlin playing in the background. He hands you a small square disk not unlike the outmoded floppies PCs used in the 80's and 90's. This one has "Get your ass to Mars" scribbled on it with a smiley face giving a thumbs up. Before you can ask what it's for, Ace is gone, leaving only the faintest space-dust trail behind his rocket. You pull out your communicator to call Doc Brown, he'd probably know what to do with this disk. Upon arriving at Doc's lab, he knowingly inserts the disk into his Pip-Boy 7000 and decodes the data, which is revealed to be a 15-part message detailing the location of a swank holographic lounge, somewhere on the other side of the galaxy. After about a week of calculating Pi with Doc's fancy AI (conveniently named Holly) you know enough to build a transporter device to get you to the party just in time. A second blinding flash of light, and the feeling of being poured out of a bottle and into one of those tie-die machines...and suddenly you're naked and confused in the back of a smoky nightclub. You're approached by a silvery droid that asks "Nice night for a walk?" to which you reply "Your clothes - give them to me, now" and the robot kindly produces a red Starfleet uniform. Knowing what this means, you fear for your life until you open the door to the dancefloor and hear "Last Night Ace Rimmer Saved My Life" and realize all is as it should be. You make your way to the glowing neon bar and order a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster from the Asari Matriarch behind the counter. After a few sips, your vision blurs, blurs some more and before you know it you're cosmic surfing past Jupiter and well beyond the infinite. After the effect wears off you realize you just passed out on the Holodeck with a Ligeti record stuck in a locked groove. You tiredly walk over to the kiosk, take the LP off the turntable and curl up in the lovely soft bed sitting conveniently nearby. A tall dark monolith appears at the foot of the bed to say goodnight and turn the lights down. What a day. Next time you're totally going to Westworld instead.