These words were uttered by the crew members of the good ship Enterprise in the early days of Star Trek, whenever they got “itchy feet” and had to be off somewhere. Scotty was the space ship’s chief engineer, who could always pull something out of the hat when the situation got a little dire. He was a bit of a whizz, and could fix any problem. The Enterprise would have crashed in the very first episode, if it weren’t for him.
Anyway, in the series you could just ask the somewhat eccentric and always deeply earnest Scotty to beam you up, if you had to be somewhere else. You stood in a “teleporter.” It went all fuzzy and then you gradually faded out, and stepped out on another planet, or wherever else you wanted to be.
It seemed to be an almost instantaneous movement from A to B, with no discomfort. No baggage. No tickets. No little suitcases on wheels dragging behind you. No hateful takeoffs and landings. Just smooth and easy.
My response to the recent Bloganuary prompt is, therefore:
The superpower that I would like to have would be my own personal Beaming Up System. This would allow me to visit our son in England; I could drop by, have a cup of coffee at a fashionable London watering hole with him and his beloved partner, and then pop back home to Jamaica. Or perhaps I could visit my sister, go for a country walk with her and the dogs, and when the chilly evening set in, beam myself back to warmer climes. Then I could pop up in my beloved brother’s kitchen in Australia, just in time for a cuppa and a long chat, with him and his wife. And then home.
I would like to extend my Beaming Up superpower to my husband, if possible. We could go and visit our dear friend in Vermont, currently deep in snow, and warm our hands beside her stove while watching the winter birds at the feeder. Then back to our island.
I understand that “Beam me up” has turned into a popular catchphrase meaning “Get me out of here!” or “I want to get out of this place, now!” and that the rapper Nikki Minaj has made a song (?) of the same title, which I have never heard.
I am not desperate. I don’t want to escape. I just want to pay visits. And come back home again.
It would be nice.