In which Shelby doesn’t fit in, we meet some old friends, and Picard gets a facelift.
In which Geordi learns how to flirt, we see which divisions get all the budget, and the Enterprise picks up a passenger who probably isn’t all that important.
In which oh god oh god I will never be able to unsee what I have seen, I will never be able to unthink what I have thunk, and Wesley is also in this episode.
In which we meet an old friend, Picard gets weepy, and Vulcans are wimps.
In which Data gets naked, leans passive resistance, and explores his humanity some more.
In which the Holodeck gets used for exactly what we always suspected.
In which I like those little coincidences, two broken souls find their other halves, and Starfleet maintenance hates Picard.
In which Riker tries to get Picard laid, Picard gets laid, and free will is an illusion.
In which It’s Full of Stars, fangs are wildly impractical, and Starfleet should hire me to do security consulting for the next ship class because I’d be a bajillion times better than the brain-damaged chinchilla they have doing the job currently.
In which Worf meets long-lost family, nobody likes politicians, and Picard threatens war.