Last night, I had a vision. Captain James T. Kirk came to me in a dream, with a dire warning. For forty days and forty nights heavy, crippling snow would fall, blanketing all the world in white death. He ordered me to dig out a shelter, large enough and with enough provisions to see us through until the Thaw. It would be called Echo Base. Then, I was to fill Echo Base with two of each kind of nerd, geek, and dork to repopulate the world.
“But how will I get the MMO players out of their basements?” I asked.
“Set up a LAN party, with a Mtn Dew fountain machine and a case of Flaming Hot Cheetos. They will come.”
“Okay,” I said, “But do I really need to bring the LARPers?”
“Yes,” answered the Captain.
“What about the furies?”
“No, their suits will keep them warm and see them through to the Thaw. Also, they creep me the fuck out.”
“Thank God, but how are we supposed to repopulate the Earth when the cosplayers are the only ones who get laid?”
“Hmm. Hadn’t thought of that. You know what? screw it.”
I awoke in a cold sweat, while the snow tumbled down outside my window…