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This one's easy: tactical officer on a Walker class starship/or, I assume, any ship of that generation.
You know. Ensign Daft Punk.
First of all, that tactical interface helmet looks heavy. And what if I had to sneeze, or scratch my nose? Plus, I'm claustrophobic.
Secondly, this officer's job is to press the button that says "Red Alert". I'm pretty clumsy at the best of times, and I don't think that helmet does great things for one's peripheral vision. So I'd constantly be setting off the red alert by accident, and then Captain Georgiou would get angry with me, and worse, she might be disappointed. And I think I speak for the entire population of the human race when I say I would sooner die than have Michelle Yeoh be disappointed in me.
( The rest of the days. )
You know. Ensign Daft Punk.
First of all, that tactical interface helmet looks heavy. And what if I had to sneeze, or scratch my nose? Plus, I'm claustrophobic.
Secondly, this officer's job is to press the button that says "Red Alert". I'm pretty clumsy at the best of times, and I don't think that helmet does great things for one's peripheral vision. So I'd constantly be setting off the red alert by accident, and then Captain Georgiou would get angry with me, and worse, she might be disappointed. And I think I speak for the entire population of the human race when I say I would sooner die than have Michelle Yeoh be disappointed in me.
( The rest of the days. )
