"There's only one possible answer," you think to yourself, "This must be a holodeck fantasy, designed to trick me. And I've somehow forgotten that I'm actually from the 24th century rather than the 21st."
Ok, it's a stretch, but you figure, why not go with it?
"Computer, freeze program," You say tentatively. Seeing that nothing happens aside from a few bemused glances from the passing girls, you try again, but this time assertively and with a franco-british accent: "Computer, freeze program. End program!"
Still, nothing happens.
"Q! Let's end this charade!"
Nothing.
Ok, now you're starting to feel a little embarrassed. But hey, you were just naked in front of a room full of girls, you can handle having your inner geek exposed.
You feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning, and flushing a little, you see a tall brunette, confidently look you in the eyes. She's gorgeous, full-breasted, and reminds you slightly of a certain sci-fi science officer you used to have a crush on. The one difference is that she has thick, nerdy glasses, which look completely out of place on her.
"Were you just quoting Star Trek?" She asks you, a coy smile on her face.
You've got to be kidding! The consequence of talking to yourself loudly and nonsensically in the school hallways is that you get hit on by a nerdy supermodel?! What reality is this?? And why were you trying to turn it off?
"Um," you reply, "Computer, resume program."
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