EVERY YEAR, BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY, my sister asks what I would like. My answer is always the same: “I already have everything.” That’s not intended as a self-proclamation of inner nobility, only that I truly am comfortable with what I have — warts, patches, blue skies and all.
Of course … that’s not to say that there aren’t a few things that I could use or would like; their presence would enhance, but their absence does not detract from, my life and by extension that of those around me:
– A working lightsaber, phaser or rubber-band machine gun
– A functional jetpack, hovercraft, or warp-capable spaceship camper