In which McCoy has ceased to be a butt monkey, Spock needs cut cut back on the Adderol, and Kirk should really read the instructions before committing to things.
In which I relive a traumatic moviegoing experience, a perfect opportunity to glass a planet is missed, and GOD DAMN IT, MCCOY.
In which McCoy’s break from reality at least has an excuse this time, the part of Spock is played by Richard Dean Anderson, and Kirk is emotionally mature.
In which some weird stuff happens, the evil one doesn’t always have a goatee, and Star Trek fundamentally misrepresents how antimatter works.
In which we meet the gold lamé-wearing Klingons, tensions mount and threaten to turn a cold war hot, and energy beings are always incomperably terrible at maximizing their own utility function.
In which McCoy is an X and not a Y, the true source of 24th century post-scarcity is revealed, and I valiantly resist making AC/DC jokes.
In which Spock loves, McCoy drinks a mint julep, and good old human anger is once again the cure to all mental control effects.
In which Starfleet’s Ambassadorial staff are a bunch of morons, lots of things are brought up that are best forgotten, and Kirk is surprisingly rationalist – multiplying, even if he won’t shut up. Continue reading
In which we learn of the Eugenics war, McCoy’s unwillingness to report being attacked by a patient, and the answer to the age-old question: Khan Noonien Singh? Not a note in the whole episode.
In which Sulu wears a hat, cults are roundly denounced, and Kirk shouts a surprisingly sophisticated thesis on the difference between what a society thinks it wants and what’s actually good for it.