Chapters (31)
- Publisher's Note
- Acknowledgments
- Epigraph
- Photo
- Epigraph
- Would You Buy a Used Galaxy From This Man?
- Introductory Essay
- Author's Note
- Perils of the "City"
- Endnotes
- Treatments
- March 21, 1966
- May 13, 1966
- Prologue
- Act One
- Act Two
- Act Three
- Act Four
- Epilogue
- Appendix
- Act One
- Afterwords
- WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE AND WHY ARE THEY IN THIS BOOK...
- Peter David
- D.C. Fontana
- David Gerrold
- DeForest Kelley
- Walter Koenig
- Leonard Nimoy
- Melinda M. Snodgrass
- George Takei
Gene completed his script in August 1975. As expected, Paramount president Barry Diller quickly and flatly passed, then asked him to take another crack. At the same time, unbeknownst to Gene, the studio began interviewing other respected science fiction writers, asking that they, too, submit outlines for the proposed Star Trek feature. Harlan Ellison was one of their first targets.
Ellison, as every decent Trekker knows, is the author of many of the finest pieces of science fiction ever written, as well as the man behind what’s generally considered Star Trek’s finest episode, “The City on the Edge of Forever.” He’s also a bit…eccentric. In fact, as legend has it, when he was asked by Paramount to write up his story outline in regard to a possible Star Trek movie, he balked, opting instead to commit his idea to memory. Once that was accomplished, he set up a meeting with a Paramount development executive, wherein he ran through a forty-five minute monologue and verbally unveiled a Star Trek adventure of truly epic proportions.
Pacing about the office, speaking loudly and gesturing broadly for dramatic emphasis, Ellison conjured up a tale involving time travel back to prehistoric times, complete with battles against an evil race of reptiles and Captain Kirk’s kidnapping of the entire Enterprise crew. Exhausted after his performance, Ellison supposedly turned to the executive and asked, “Well, whaddya think?” at which point he was told, “Hmmm, it’s okay, I guess, but I was just reading this book right here called CHARIOTS OF THE GODS and in this thing, it says that the ancient Mayans were visited by creatures from outer space. Think you could squeeze some of those Mayans in there?”
Ellison, being Ellison, quickly, loudly, bluntly and politically suicidally pointed out the inherent stupidity of the man’s idea, making clear the obvious fact that there were no Mayans in prehistory.
“Aw, so what,” the executive supposedly replied, “nobody’ll know the difference.”
Ellison chimed, “I’ll know the difference, you idiot.” He then punctuated his remarks with a stream of profanity, a hasty exit and a strident door slam. Needless to say, his idea was quickly rejected.