And now? I bring a really long piece, a Mystery Science Theater 3000 fanfic that I think dates to late 2001 or early 2002. Its centerpiece is “Safety First”, a piece of Isaac Asimov fanfiction that alt.books.isaac-asimov centerpiece Johnny Pez posted, originally in August 2001. When we get there you’ll see Pez offer thanks to me for comments. This is that I thought his story basically good, but too short: it lacked a false resolution before the real solution could be found. He rewrote the story and added that, and we all think came out with a better version of the story.
You might ask: when I MiSTed “Reboot: Breaking the Barriers” I obscured author Carrie L—‘s name. Why not Pez’s? That’s because “Breaking the Barriers” had Carrie L— as character in the story. Pez wrote a story centered around Powell and Donovan, two Robot-problem-fixers that Asimov himself created before he learned how to write characters. So this seems to have a much smaller chance of being personally embarrassing.
There are a bunch of shorts attached to this MiSTing, all rants or rant-like constructs. This is because the original story, even as expanded, seemed too slight for my purposes, which demanded four segments and six host segments. Later, I would grow comfortable with much more pared-down MiSTings.
Please do not cut yourself on the devastatingly sharp jabs I give to Star Trek: Insurrection or to Ken Burns documentaries. I think I wrote this before the Mac had that screensaver that does the “Ken Burns Effect” panning across pictures drawn at random from your photo library. Might be wrong. Chris Kapostasy and Doctor Alan Chartock were reporters on Albany local news back then. I imagine the Ken Burns Doc-u-Matic to work rather like the Car-Tuner. La Follette’s Seamen’s Act of 1915 was a major step forward in providing for the safety and security of United States seamen, as it established things like that seamen should be paid, and fed while at sea, and there should be lifeboats for when the ship sinks and stuff.
[ OPENING CREDITS ]
[ SOL DESK. GYPSY, CROW, JOEL, and TOM are sitting behind the desk, thinking. CROW rests an arm on the desk. ]
CROW: They had that scene with all the escape pods swarming in orbit?
JOEL: Nope, that was "First Contact."
TOM: How about that poker game Picard joined in?
JOEL: No, that was in the last episode of the series.
GYPSY: There were some aliens getting their faces lifted up and stretched out.
[ JOEL, TOM, and CROW think, but shake their heads… ]
JOEL: No, no, that was a Voyager episode.
TOM: There was that scene in stellar cartography… no, that was "Generations."
JOEL: [ Looking up. ] Hi, everyone, welcome to the Satellite of Love. I’m Joel Robinson and I’m trapped in space by a mad attempt to take over the world. My robot companions [ pointing them out ] Gypsy, Crow, and Tom Servo, and I got together and watched "Star Trek: Insurrection" last night, and now, we’re trying to remember *anything* from it.
CROW: They went back in time to the tribble episode.
TOM: "Deep Space Nine."
GYPSY: Data and Picard were flying shuttlecraft and following the bouncing ball to sing along.
JOEL: That was a Betty Boop song cartoon.
[ GYPSY grumbles. ]
TOM: Oh, they saved the Captain from fighting that alien pig monster thingy by beaming it up, only it came up backwards.
CROW: That was "Galaxy Quest."
GYPSY: And those nice people moved from their homes into a holodeck.
JOEL: No, no… what was the one with the superpowerful being pretending to be a human, and the colony he’s living on is attacked by some aliens and they kill his wife and he responds without thinking and kills them all everywhere?
TOM: That was a TV episode.
CROW: I give up. We’ve got *nothing*.
GYPSY: And Picard goes on some dates with a woman who warps time and space so it’s more like a perfume commercial.
TOM: Yeah, there’s nothing to remember from "Insurrection."
JOEL: I’m stumped.
MAGIC VOICE: Commercial sign in five seconds. I believe in you, Gypsy.
MAGIC VOICE: Commercial sign now.
[ COMMERCIAL SIGN flashes. ]
JOEL: Thanks, Magic Voice. We’ll be right back.
[ JOEL taps COMMERCIAL SIGN. ]
[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]
[ SOL DESK. GYPSY rests her head on the desk, apparently sulking. TOM, JOEL, and CROW are still wondering. ]
TOM: Maybe we just didn’t *see* "Insurrection" after all.
CROW: It’s the only thing that makes sense.
[ MADS SIGN flashes ]
JOEL: Captain Decker and Lieutenant Ilia are calling.
[ JOEL taps MADS SIGN ]
[ DEEP 13. TV’s FRANK is sitting in front of a small plastic table, on which two cups of flat soda, with cards labelled "A" and "B" in front of them and unlabelled bottles behind. DR. FORRESTER stands very near and at an odd angle to the camera. ]
DR. F: Hello, redshirts. Ready to be blown away by our invention this week? Sure you are. Have you ever had your soda go flat?
FRANK: I know I have! [ He takes a big sip of soda "A". ]
DR. F: [ Without looking back at TV’s FRANK. ] And there’s nothing to be done about it… until… [ DR. FORRESTER holds up a packet of powder. ] We’ve created a polymerized Alka Seltzer-Pop Rocks alloy in combination with… well, it would take a food chemist to explain. Let me show you.
[ DR. FORRESTER sits behind the table, and tears open the powder and sprinkles it into soda "B". As it fizzes, TV’s FRANK sips. ]
DR. F: Ever-vescent Crystal instantaneously puts an enormous, concentrated burst of carbon dioxide back into any drink.
[ SOL DESK. A device, with a 8-1/2 inch vaccuum cleaner slot, a set of metal calipers stood up to hold a card, and a videotape in a mechanical case held up by a slinky hose, with a crank on the front and a page feeder on the top; a portable film screen is behind the desk. JOEL and CROW are fiddling with the device. ]
TOM: Wait a minute… concentrated Pop-Rocks effect… is that going to make Frank’s head explode?
[ DEEP 13. TV’s FRANK is continuing to drink. DR. FORRESTER watches TV’s FRANK; he holds up a hand, a "just wait" gesture, and holds it while TV’s FRANK finishes drinking, and for a beat after that. ]
DR. F: [ Faintly disappointed. ] No. Back to you, Chris Kapostasy.
[ SOL DESK. There is now a harmonica on the desk. ]
JOEL: Thanks, Doctor Alan Chartock. [ He nods to TOM. ] Our turn.
TOM: The Civil War. Baseball. Lewis and Clark. Jazz. Mark Twain. If there’s a subject tugging the heartstrings of faithful PBS pledgers, we’ll see Ken Burns, a Sam Watterston-class narrator, and a wheelbarrow full of videotape putting together a documentary.
CROW: Still, fast as Ken Burns grinds down the story of La Follette’s Seamen’s Act of 1915 down to its essential 87 hours of classic programming, it’s a long wait for us faithful viewers.
JOEL: Which is why we’ve invented The Ken Burns Doc-u-Matic! Just feed your subject matter in on a standard Hollerith punch card [ JOEL fits a card into the calipers; they fall backward and the machine makes a Star Trek-like noise ], add as many old photographs and hand-written letters as you like [ JOEL holds several photographs and letters up, one at a time, before feeding them into the vacuum cleaner attachment ], turn the crank and let it go.
[ JOEL turns the crank, lowering the videotape until it touches the desk. The machine hisses and a few pages of script feed out the top. ]
JOEL: Ready to see what we’ve got?
[ JOEL takes out the tape and leans forward, "giving" it to CAMBOT. He hands a page of script to TOM and another page to CROW. The film leader countdown begins on the projector screen as CAMBOT moves in on it. JOEL picks up the harmonica and begins playing it. ]
[ Documentary picture — CROW, wearing a Confederate soldier’s cap. The camera pans across the picture slowly. ]
TOM: [ Narrating ] Little did anyone suspect that a revolution was forming under their noses. When Crow Thomas Hewett Edward Robot emerged from an almost unnoticed Chattanooga apprenticeship, it was like the world had refolded — and this imaginative youngster was its new center.
[ Documentary picture — an illegible letter, with the camera tracking up to its top. ]
CROW: [ Reading, with exaggerated Scarlett O’Hara accent ] I remember the first time Crow stood up in the madness, with a blaze of red hair and an enthusiastic glitter in his eye — it seemed like a dream as he hypnotized a city. Joel Robinson, 1993.
[ Documentary picture — GYPSY, on a black background. Nobody says a word for several beats. ]
[ Documentary picture — TOM, wearing an astronaut suit. ]
TOM: [ Narrating ] But his era could not last. The world soon slept again — until a new robot stood up and demanded to be counted.
CROW: [ Reading ] Thomas Servo has been an effective employee. He brings a concerted effort to every task, is punctual, and keeps his work areas clean. Only his occasional spat with co-worker Crow degrades his performance. — Employee review, February 1997.
JOEL: [ As TOM and CROW continue in this vein, and the screen continues like this. ] You get the picture. What do you think?
[ DEEP 13. TV’s FRANK’s head still hasn’t exploded; DR. FORRESTER still watches. ]
DR. F: Well. Got a bit of a change of pace for you today; it’s a robot story.
[ SOL DESK. The Doc-u-matic and the screen are gone. JOEL still plays the harmonica. ]
CROW, TOM: Robots? Hooray!
[ DEEP 13. As above. ]
DR. F: A charming little piece of Isaac Asimov fan fiction called "Safety First." Just to make it sporting, first you’ll read a little piece by a guy who hates the Pope, and another guy who thinks scientists know too much science. Read it and weep.
[ SOL DESK. MOVIE SIGN flashing. ]
ALL: AAh! We’ve got movie sign!
[ 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. ]
[ ALL settle in ]
> From: jmck…@bonzai.net
JOEL: Isn’t he the Finder of Lost Loves?
> To: jmck…@bonzai.net
TOM: From Jack McKenna, *to* Jack McKenna. A Jack McKenna production.
> Subject: I want to sue the murderous pope !
CROW: I see a lawsuit and I want it painted red.
> Message-Id: <20010806205…@bonzai.net>
TOM: This keeps it straight from all the other e-mails we get about suing the "murderous" Pope.
> Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2001 20:53:09 -0400
CROW: So … that’s 8:53 p.m., minus 400, gives us… it was sent at negative 392:53 p.m.?
JOEL: You’re forgetting the International Date Line.
> Status: OR
TOM: Status: Oregon — a dynamic state for the world of tomorrow!
> He creates wars
JOEL: And passes the savings on to you!
> starvation poverty
TOM: Because the "gorged poverty" turned out to not work that well.
> crime etc. worldwide
CROW: Is this the Pope or the Penguin?
> overpopulating the world to death,
[ ALL giggle. ]
JOEL: Well, you know Catholics.
> he kills millions of people
CROW: He hurts the feelings of thousands of others.
> has billions of people
JOEL: He keeps them in a really big dresser drawer.
> living in total dispair with his;
TOM: What, the Pope has a couple billion people crashing on his couch?
> Come on now
CROW: Come on down!
> more more more
TOM: *Now* how much would you pay?
> just keep having more children
JOEL: But we haven’t finished the ones we already have!
> NO BIRTH CONTROL.
CROW: You’ll just have to hold it in until we get to the hospial, honey.
> LOOK LOOK LOOK
TOM: But don’t touch!
> everybody look at all that starvation over
CROW: Pick it up! You’re getting dirt all over it!
> Quickly give me money!
JOEL: Uh, can you lend me a five ’till payday?
[ to continue … ]