I like to collect art. Modern art. Low-brow art. Post low-brow art. Comic book art. Illustration art. Basically I am a Gallery 1988 / Copro Nason Gallery / Juxtapoz fanboy. Now I have to add Animazing Gallery and Pop International to the list. Here is a sample of my slowly growing collection.
You are Leonard McCoy (Bones)
Leonard McCoy (Bones)
90%
Beverly Crusher
60%
Geordi LaForge
60%
Will Riker
60%
Spock
50%
Data
50%
Uhura
40%
Mr. Sulu
40%
Jean-Luc Picard
40%
Worf
40%
Deanna Troi
40%
An Expendable Character (Redshirt)
40%
Mr. Scott
20%
Chekov
20%
James T. Kirk (Captain)
0%
You are a pessimistic and bitter doctor,
but you are skilled in the ways of medicine and science.
Dammit Jim! I'm not a doctor. Oh shit. I am.
My atomic core was born in the fires of Hiroshima and harnessed in the mid 1960s. I was created in 1984 by the makers and put to work throughout Japan. I escaped to New York City where I sought the wisdom of Mr. Roboto, who was hidden somewhere beneath the intersections of the 7 and 4 trains.
Now that I have met Mr. Roboto (thanks for the add) I continued my journey westward and have been stranded in the frozen midwest.
I am now employed as a human plumber - that is to say I am a plumber OF humans. If something is leaking, I stop it. If something is collecting, I drain it. If something is clogged, I open it. If something needs sampling, I biopsy it. I also keep busy by killing liver tumors using tiny tubes to inject toxic chemicals directly into their feeding arteries. Sometimes I get to incinerate them with a radiofrequency probe instead. I like what I do.
In my former function as a biomedical droid - I dissected organics. Sometimes I can put them back together - better, stronger, faster. I have the technology. Sometimes they will just never be more than meat sacs. I would weep for them if I could.
My tertiary function is butchery, learned while apprentencing at the prestigious Gourmet Academy. Psoas muscles = filet mignon. Do not ask what is in the sausage. You do not want to know. The porterhouse is good. It is like having two steaks in one.
Yum. Babies. Get in me belly.
(Thank you for the picture Booska - it was a night to remember.)
