It's the premiere of Star Trek: Picard and I love to see the Galaxy class Enterprise and Data once again, for a fleeting moment, before being snatched out of a pleasant dream by explosions.
It's 2399, retired old hermit Picard has some Romulan employee/friends with very welcome TOS and TNG forehead variety between them. Laris and Chabon charmingly prepare Picard and his Number One doggie, like two Alfreds to his Batman and Bathound, for an explosive interview with FNN.
I wish reporter Jake Sisko was still with FNN, because he'd probably have more of a sense of nuance than their reporter Richter. She potentially represents a broadly held human or apparently Federation-wide viewpoint that Romulan lives aren't worth saving, which is a horrifying look at how quickly we can sprint away from a nigh-utopia when one little multi-system supernova nearly killed all the Romulans and Starfleet decided in its backward and racist wisdom that Mars being simultaneously on fire with no one alive there to save somehow took priority. Oh, and incidentally justified banning all synthetic life or "synths" who may or may not have caused the Mars fire. Starfleet withdrew their evacuation ship fleet, Romulan madman Nero turns out to have been right about how the Federation are dinks (albeit in the wrong time and space), and Picard resigned in disgust.
Dahj Asha, an android whose Xahean boyfriend is killed in Boston by Romulans in motorcycle helmets, knew to go find Picard for help, and is quickly killed with fire and acid by that same pesky Romulan suicide squad. The cops, I guess, beamed the witness Picard to his Chateau on the other side of the world instead of to a hospital, much as Dahj probably should have beamed her boyfriend to a hospital earlier.
Picard, having dug through his dusty old memorabilia with a hologram called Index, (who is delightful and apparently doesn't count as a "synth") has found a painting Data once made called "Daughter" which is in Dahj's spitting image.
He visits the disassembled body of the B4 at Daystrom in Okinawa, where Dr. Agnes P. Jurati is also charming. But what IS this line? "A female? Yes... I suppose you could make them that way..." Jurati muses as though the very concept is terribly innovative... as though Lal wasn't public knowledge. As though this isn't near the end of a conversation where Picard repeatedly says he met a girl android. As though from Flint to Mudd to Pygmalion there isn't an ancient history of lady bots all around this galaxy. As though it wasn't Jurati's entire job to think about androids. Is Agnes being deliberately coy? If so, why?
No time to worry about her... there's a handsome Romulan man being deliberately coy with Dahj's doppleganger Dr. Soji Asha aboard the terrifying remains of a Borg cube. Whatever next?
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