Beam Me Up - Death by Transporter

Settling the age-old debate about whether or not the Star Trek transporter is killing anyone who uses it... Lyrics (by RezzyRexuz): Boldly go. Into oblivion. What kind of sitcom. Do you think we're livin' in? Had a debate with my chess club buddy. His premise was biased and summary nutty. Said the re-sequence retains conscious order. When atoms dissolve in a Star Trek transporter. I told him the self can't exist in a buffer. Re-buffing the quantum entanglement's tougher. But what's once unmade simply cannot be whole. And Star Trek just proves that we don't have a soul. And Starfleet is guilty of billions of deaths. I smothered his arguments in between breaths. He sat in silence, like thousands of Kirks. Picards, it's hard when your heroes are jerks. Janeway or Sisko. Hell, even a Khan. Realize suddenly, all of them gone. People replaced by meaty facsimile. Memories, facial ticks, matter and energy. Hollow inside as a chocolate rabbit. Killed by transporter each day like it's habit. And that's why when I hear the words beam me up. I pour out a bit of the drink from my cup. Boldly we go. Into oblivion. What kind of sitcom. Do you think we're livin' in? Live long and prosper. For just one more minute. Damn their transporter. And everyone in it. Pour out some liquor. From my silver flask, G. And shout out to genius. Doctor Pulaski.