Replicator

It is the 1st of October of 2016. Like many Trekkers, I define wealth differently from other people. Star Trek defines what is being rich. Being rich for me is about living in the future, perhaps with a likeable occupation with Starfleet, as I could be an astrobiologist or exobiologist. There would be recreation time on the holodeck. Or there would be real vacation on the pleasure planet Risa. I could have any food or drink I would want, simply by ordering the food replicator. Being rich is something different for us Trekkers.

"Tea, Earl Grey, hot!" Captain Picard commands the "replicator" on a starship. Then a cup of tea as ordered appears in the machine. In a way, AI-generated art as I experience it is like this way. The teacup could appear in various designs at the whim of the AI.

We, alone on earth, can rebel against the tyranny of the selfish replicators.

Why, this planet was still centuries away from developing such necessities as personal replicators or portable nano-intelligences...

either there is not such thing as a concept known as 'spacecraft' (inwhich case, any talk of spacecraft, warp drives, inertial dampers, replicators, and the like would be pointless), or indeed there is.

The scanner here on Earth will destroy my brain and body, while recording the exact states of all of my cells. It will the transmit this information by radio. Travelling at the speed of light, the message will take three minutes to reach the Replicator on Mars. This will then create, out of new matter, a brain and body exactly like mine. It will be in this body that I shall wake up.