Honestly probably the worst thing that could have happened to him personally.
He wanted booze, money, good music, and naked women, and fully accomplished the grueling work he thought would deliver it. Instead, He got paperwork, speeches, unwanted deification, and diplomatic pressure.
And the aliens he met and had the most contact with A) treated humans like special needs kids/lower lifeforms well past his death, and B) were for all intents and purposes among the humanoid species most allergic in the galaxy to what he wanted: fun.
Imagine wanting to go to the strip club, and instead being taken to a lecture hall and pressured to give a lecture on warp theory and interplanetary diplomacy.
Honestly probably the worst thing that could have happened to him personally.
He wanted booze, money, good music, and naked women, and fully accomplished the grueling work he thought would deliver it. Instead, He got paperwork, speeches, unwanted deification, and diplomatic pressure.
And the aliens he met and had the most contact with A) treated humans like special needs kids/lower lifeforms well past his death, and B) were for all intents and purposes among the humanoid species most allergic in the galaxy to what he wanted: fun.
Imagine wanting to go to the strip club, and instead being taken to a lecture hall and pressured to give a lecture on warp theory and interplanetary diplomacy.
Zefram Cochrane: … poor me, poor, poor me … pour me another drink.
I know this feeling, especially about the booze.
I also know most of this, except deification. I feel so bad for that guy.