If you're a Trekkie like me, you'll know September 8th 2016 is a significant date for its fans. Fifty years ago today the first episode of Star Trek was aired on NBC, and one of the most iconic and fan-loved series began its journey.
My love affair with Star Trek started during re-runs of the original series in the late 1970s. I was allowed to stay up past my bedtime to see it, and though I watched many more science fiction shows during that time, nothing compared. If I had to put into words what it was I found so fascinating, you'd have to read straight on until morning. So, I'll try to shunt the deuterium from the main cryo-pump to the auxiliary tank and keep it brief.
As I've said many times before, Star Trek was different. And I liked different. I always have and always will do. To me, having a crush on a pointy-eared alien seemed natural. Wishing there were more scary aliens in the next episode was something everyone should want. Dreaming I'd be a science officer on the Enterprise seemed way more appealing than becoming a hairdresser or air stewardess. Why would anyone want to stay on Earth when there was a whole universe out there to explore?
Star Trek was certainly the trigger for my life-long fascination with all forms of science fiction, be it TV, films, or books. It's the reason I started writing. My earliest attempts at writing were poorly written fan fiction. Of course, not all the souls I've encountered have understood my fascination. Like Khan Noonien Singh, they task me! I win them over, eventually. Resistance is futile as my other half now quotes on a regular basis.
Today I shall be celebrating all things Trek. I'll watch some favourite episodes from all the series, perhaps a film, and end up wishing I were young again and about to discover a TV show with strange new worlds. Then I'll smile, because there's a new series coming in 2017.
Live long and prosper, my friends.