In which I spend a lot of time talking about obvious parallels, I ruin the mystery, and I spend a lot of time talking about obvious parallels.
In which I propose a game, Space Warren Buffet is rescued, and I do drunken metaphysics.
In which I am compelled by my sense of personal honor and loyalty to finish what I started… ladies.
In which I tried so hard / to like this file / but in the end, it doesn’t even matter.
In which the Klingons are bad at stress testing, genetic engineering is a fun fad, and Kirk gets buried in his work.
In which several time loops are closed, the Eugenics Wars is one of them, and Kirk avoids all consequences for everything.
In which Kirk faces consequences, yet another giant space monster is headed toward Earth, and time travel is something of a trip.
In which Starfleet is terrible at mission prioritization, three episodes I didn’t particularly like are condensed into one, and a new counter is inaugurated.
In which I contemplate the sensors, Spock preaches the vegetarianism he practices, and James Kirk Doesn’t Care About Cloud People!
In which a bird has a tricorder, a bear is a dog, and time travel paradoxes continue to be loads of fun.