On John Scalzi’s Redshirts, or: Ave, Captain, Morituri Te Salutant

I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be,
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two…

– T.S. Eliot

There’s a character type, originally created to build drama, that has instead become the most enduring running gag in science fiction.

And there’s a particular clothing item, of a particular color, that has been forever ruined by said character type.

If you know anything of the genre, then you may have an idea of where I’m going with this.

Or you may not…
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