In which when you gaze into the future, the future gazes back into you and does not like what it sees. Also, Romulans are jerks.
In which Data is not ready to emulate human mannerisms, a vast conspiracy is unveiled, and I actually get some real analysis done.
In which the Enterprise has too many rooms, time anomalies make less sense than time travel, and worrying implications of holodeck technology are discussed.
In which you know what happens, Troi is good at her job, but Picard is better.
In which Picard offers to violate the Prime Directive, Wesley gets a Big Boy talk from Tasha, and Crusher has no faith in Picard.
In which salesmen are pushy, my ignorance is revealed, and I unveil a new counter.
In which Worf meets some countrymen, makes bad decisions, and gets a job offer.
In which Wes gets tested, Picard gets vetted, and I am appalled by the cavalier attitude towards severe emotional trauma evidenced by Academy entrance exams.
In which terraforming projects are a thing, Troi gets really creepy with investigative journalism, and nobody reads the mission logs.
In which a legend surfaces, Crusher insults all artists, and 20th century Earth sucks, apparently.