And now the crux of it: the better future I long to tune in for is a real trash fire. HUMANS ON EARTH with substance abuse problems, medieval mental health care, and who use money again for reasons. Cash on the barrelhead is back! Rich and Poor are back! Because of the Dominion War? The Hobus Supernova? Was it always this bad and six previous series were all lying to themselves? You kids like Game of Thrones, right? Star Trek should be an awful misery, too! Dream of a better tomorrow at your own peril!
Starfleet leadership- intolerant, afraid, and riddled with Sunglasses Wearing Vulcans who probably don't need sunglasses due to their Vulcan inner eyelids and are not at all up to something.
There are no more despised people in the galaxy than ex-Borgs, and I love one of them so- it's Hugh! An "XB" under the thumb of the Romulan reclamation project who are warehousing Borg, half-heartedly healing them and, I guess, merchandising them? (Watch your local Rolmart shelves! Buy all 20!) Hugh is somewhat unaware that Romulans were assimilated in previous series. Ramdha, a mentally unwell XB Romulan, cryptically screams "DESTROYER!" at Soji and nearly shoots herself before Hugh intervenes.
Troubled Soji calls her TOTALLY REAL MOM to make sure Dahj is OK and drops off to sleep very organically like a human person.
Narek and Narissa breathe secretive secrets seductively on each other like brother and sister because I'm not kidding about Game of Thrones ratings numbers.
Harvest season in the Bourgogne region is also Romulan Motorcycle Gang Blaster season! With Jurati popping up to ka-chew one murderer in the back. Butt-kicking Laris with her Southern forehead and Zhaban equally of the buttocks-booting with his bumpier Northern forehead will now stay behind where they are clearly in terrible danger... because the grapes need picking. EARTH DEMANDS WINE.
Instead, here's our mentally troubled, substance addicted, self-harming, and where permissible shirtless heroes Raffi and Rios. They've got all the Starfleet skills but Starfleet dropped them like handsome potatoes. Sorry, hot potatoes. They smoke as though no human has smoked in centuries and they're making up for lost time. Lieutenant Commander Raffaela Musiker drinks alone in the Vasquez Rocks appearing for once as themselves and is angry that Picard is rich and got her fired. She lives with a wild conspiracy theory nobody listened to which is completely right, as we are already discovering. Mercenary Captain Cristóbal Rios isn't some gutless coward who would get his bleeding lacerations treated in seconds by some machine he manifested solely for that purpose, and he drinks alone in a dreary dark box of a spaceship called La Sirena crewed by charming holographic copies of himself who presumably can't get lung cancer. He had an awful experience years ago where his beloved Captain died most explosively which would be extremely relevant right now if anyone in this formerly very open and, let's face it, chatty society ever let him talk about it.
Along with uninvited, entirely welcome, and weirdly eager beaver Jurati they are off to see the wizard. Bruce Maddox was a wizard, right? It's been awhile...
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