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 Last week, Fringe finally gave us the conclusion to a weird ghost story that   been simmering since last season. But Fringe isn ;t the only science fiction universe to dabble in ghosts 鈥?there have been hauntings and apparitions in Star Trek, Doctor Who, Star Wars and countless other science fiction universes.     Just because there   a rational explanation doesn ;t make it less ghostly! Here   our list of spooky ghosts from science fiction. Yui Ikari from Neon Genesis Evangelion During a contact experiment with Evangelion Unit-01, Yui   body loses cohesion and reverts to LCL, the primordial soup from which all life on Earth is based. Her soul gets absorbed into the EVA   core. She doesn ;t quite go on living inside the EVA, it   more like she died and the EVA became her new body. And when Unit-01 appears to go berserk, it   actually Yui taking control. Captain Kirk, Star Trek In The Tholian Web, Captain Kirk gets lost on an away mission 鈥?but crewmembers of the Enterprise keep seeing Kirk floating in mid  stanley cup air looking ghostly, including a great scene in Uhura   quarters, where she   we stanley usa aring an insane nightie. Spock, being kind of a dick as usual, thinks that the crew is just seeing what they want to see. Until finally Kirk appears to the entire crew, on the Ente stanley cups rprise bridge, and Spock is forced to accept the evidence of his own senses 鈥?it   a transdimensional rift thing. Op Crtj This Robo-Griller Can Flip 360 Burgers an Hour
 I used to have a waterproof yellow Sony Sports Walkman. This one. I got it in the 8th grade. It was my favorite thing ever. When I think of it, I think of summer. I think of being young.     Pretty much all I remember about being a YMCA lifeguard the summer after my stanley mug  8th grade year is sitting poolside listening to shitty mainstream punk rock and the smell of chlorine. I spent hours floating on my back in the pool listening  stanley sverige to it. After 9th grade I ;d moved on to a more lucrative job: working for a construction com stanley cup usa pany at its equipment warehouse that paid $5 an hour. I thought I was tough. I smoked cigarettes out back, and painted all the exterior walls with the sounds of Bob Marley and even shittier punk rock rock piped through a pair of yellow plastic earbuds jammed in my ears and that hunk of plastic hooked on my belt. I felt like a man. Just after high school, I skipped my graduation ceremony and flew to Kuwait to work reconstruction after the first Gulf War. There was fucking nothing there. No restaurants. No bars. No police. No electricity. Nothing. It was just chaos and heat and burning oil wells and me and my Walkman and my Metallica tapes. But after we got the lights back on all over Kuwait City that summer, commerce returned, very slowly. A tape store opened up downtown where you could buy bootleg cassettes imported from Saudi Arabia, cased in thick, heatproof vinyl. The selection was terrible. But I had gotten totally sick of the dozen tapes or so