God, I am such a famewhore. Just call me Taylor Hicks. Better yet, unless you have ever seen ME creep out on the dance floor, don’t. That’s just too cruel, even to me.
Me: An error.
Back on stardate 2006.05.01, I claimed to have attained warp factor one as of about mile 350. In truth – stupid, annoyingly accurate truth – I hit somewhere between 0.95 and 0.98. Still sub-light speed.
Today, a different story. Different road than the previous boast. Uphill, like all the other times I thought I hit it. This time, I was in 4th and punched it, rather than being in 5th and incrementalizing my way. More vivid. More visceral. More in the moment. More successful, including a 5% bonus warp. Another 10 and I would hit the governor.
Also, it was after this point
so it was OK, OG.