I imagine his Buck Rogers as going something like this:
AERIAL VIEW OF A FUTURISTIC CITY IN BLACK AND WHITE BUT MOSTLY GREY. IT IS RAINING, BECAUSE, COME ON, WHEN IS IT NOT EVER RAINING?
BUCK (voiceover): The future. The future is my whore.
SLOW ZOOM IN ON BUCK ROGERS, STANDING ON A ROOFTOP. EVERYONE ALWAYS STANDS ON ROOFTOPS.
BUCK (voiceover): The future is my mother and my whore all at the same time.
FAST ZOOM INTO A FULL BODY SHOT OF BUCK, BACKLIT AGAINST THE RAIN. HE IS A BLACK PROFILE EXCEPT FOR THE ANTENNA ON HIS HELMET, WHICH IS GLOWING RED.
BUCK (voiceover): There are some people who say I've got woman issues, but there's no law against fucking a whore. Who is also your mother. Not in the future. Not in *my* future.
CLOSE SHOT OF BUCK'S EYES AS HE SCANS THE STREETS BELOW.
BUCK (voiceover): And make no mistake, this is *my* future. But somewhere, there is crime. Crime against whores. Crime against mothers.
REVERSE SHOT, BUCK IN PROFILE AGAINST THE GRIM, GREY, GRITTY ALLEYS OF THE FUTURE.
Buck (voiceover): And I will fuck that crime. I mean those whores. I mean my mother. I MEAN, I will stop that crime. Why? Because I'm motherfucking Buck Rogers.
HE LEAPS DOWN TEN STORIES, LANDING IN A CROUCH AND CRACKING THE PAVEMENT AS HE LANDS. OH, WHOOPS, HE'D PROBABLY HAVE A JETPACK OR SOMETHING, WOULDN'T HE. OH WELL, NOT USING IT JUST MAKES HIM MORE BADASS.
Buck (voiceover): And this is my future. Did I mention that?
HE RUNS OFF TO FUCK A CRIME. I MEAN A WHORE. I MEAN STOP A CRIME. WITH HIS FISTS AND A FEW HUNDRED BULLETS. OR MAYBE LASERS, SINCE THIS IS THE FUTURE AND ALL. ...WAIT, LASER BULLETS. YEAH. I AM SO BADASS.