Well, as I actually do fly a spaceship, at least in the massively multiplayer SF game Eve Online, I should probably join this geekfest.
I'm typically found flying the notorious Vagabond heavy assault cruiser, and its ship name is invariably 'Poor Impulse Control'
Deus Ex Machina
We haven't had 'Design your own all-new Star Trek series yet'...![]()

While we are on Nerdgasm day, name your ship and outline it's capability and class
me
Deus Ex Machina
An old re-fitted lighthugger with a jury-rigged electronics system over the organic layer that has since gone autistic. Anti-matter Engines are useless as they are controlled by the defunct organic layer.
One railgun that escaped demilitarisation.
A limping mean old man with a hidden punch to take out fiesty upstarts![]()
I feel like it's my birthday.
I like it!Whatever reasonably-sized family spaceship is most popular for intergalactic reps - they rack up the miles, so I trust their judgement - and holds its value well. And of course I wouldn't name it, unless its registration plate spelled something amusing by chance.
The Human sensorium is remarkably easy to hack; our visual
system has been described as an improvised "bag of tricks"13 at
best. Our sense organs acquire such fragmentary, imperfect input
that the brain has to interpret their data using rules of probability
Ramachandran, V.S. 1990. pp346-360 in The Utilitarian Theory of
Perception, C. Blakemore (Ed.), Cambridge University Press, Cambridge.
Notes and References 5
rather than direct perception14. It doesn't so much see the world as
make an educated guess about it. As a result, "improbable" stimuli
tends to go unprocessed at the conscious level, no matter how
strong the input. We tend to simply ignore sights and sound that
don't fit with our worldview.
Sarasti was right: Rorschach wouldn't do anything to you that
you don't already do to yourself.
For example, the invisibility trick of that young, dumb scrambler
— the one who restricted its movement to the gaps in Human
vision— occured to me while reading about something called
inattentional blindness. A Russian guy called Yarbus was the first
to figure out the whole saccadal glitch in Human vision, back in
the nineteen sixties15. Since then, a variety of researchers have
made objects pop in and out of the visual field unnoticed,
conducted conversations with hapless subjects who never realised
that their conversational partner had changed halfway through the
interview, and generally proven that the Human brain just fails to
notice an awful lot of what's going on around it16, 17, 18. Check out
the demos at the website of the Visual Cognition Lab at the
University of Illinois19 and you'll see what I mean. This really is
rather mind-blowing, people. There could be Scientologists
walking among us right now and if they moved just right, we'd
never even see them.
It's called the 20hurts, and it's essentially a huge subwoofer with a small control module welded on the top that cruises round the universe killing bad guys with unimaginable basslines.
It has an exhaust the size of the blackwall tunnel and one of those natty strips of neon on the underside.
in space no one can hear your bass


*Turns up fleet communications to maximum volume*
*Broadcasts on all known frequencies*
'Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee
That mordiously hath bitled out
Its earted jurtles
Into a rancid festering [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts
And living glupules frart and slipulate
Like jowling meated liverslime
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon
See if I don't. '
And that's just for starters.