The real world doesn’t always adhere to logic. Sometimes down is up. Sometimes up is down. Sometimes when you’re lost, you’re found.
Sometimes, the only way to find out where you fit in is to step out of the routine, because sometimes where you really belong was waiting right around the corner all along.
Can you bury your heart? Can you hide your decency? Can you continue to pretend to be one of them? Even as, little by little, it kills the person you really are.
The Federation is a social experiment doomed to failure. Childish idealism. Every species, every choice, every opinion is not equal, no matter how much they want it to be. The strong and the capable will always rise.
All of this reliance on computerized threat analysis bothers me. In my universe, the artificial intelligence took orders from me, not the other way around.
Wherever our mission takes us, we’ll try to have a little fun along the way, too, huh? Make a little noise. Ruffle a few feathers.[to Michael]