That is all...
Will they have tenctonise as well?
An enterprising Nevada brothel owner has decided to cash in on the fame of Area 51 and offer alien-hungry tourists the chance to get their rocks off in a sci-fi themed knocking shop. Bordello vet Dennis Hof has acquired a "disgusting, terrible" house of ill-repute some 90 miles (145km) northwest of Las Vegas which, with the …
They will be a non-geek moneyman's designer's interpretation of geekiness and completely miss out on the authentic detailing that authentic geeks WILL notice (being geeks, after all). Sci-fi geeks will spot a 'fake' alien, even if they couldn't spot a fake orgasm.
...Wookiees for the Furry trade?
...Amputees with metallic "attachments" for She-Terminator fans?
...7 of 9 impersonators?
... Okay... Fine... 7 of 9 impersonators... Check...!
...And, of course, all of the Ferengi women... wear CLOTHES!
As far as the least discerning customer's wallet, that's how far -- and not an inch further. All you're doing right now is disappointing yourself in advance.
(Though, honestly, if you haven't discovered by now that reality goes well with only with the most pedestrian of fantasies -- of which the above, one and all, are not* -- then I don't know why I should expect any better sense out of you than I would out of a transhumanist or a Singularitarian.)
* No, not even the 7-of-9 impersonator. What, do you think women with figures like Jeri Ryan's grow on trees?
Original trek female crew uniform seems quite achievable, though a lot of this stuff would be solidly protected by trademark law.
Still, generic spacecraft interiors ought to be possible. Maybe a touch of steampunk. Green body paint is almost geberic enough that they could get away with it, but body paint tends to rub off. I have, a time or two, seen some pretty effective paint jobs, things such as fur and snakeskin, but I doubt they could cope with the maintenance.
On the whole, I doubt they could fake my fantasies. See "A Reconsideration of anatomical docking manouvers in a sero-gravity environment".
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