That's pretty much exactly how it seems to me. I guess I understand how American fans who were born after 9/11 and Facebook might have a different perspective, because privacy means something different now--but it's cognitive empathy, which means I understand their feelings, not the sympathetic empathy of someone who shares it.
Ironically, I learned these cognitive empathy skills from Captain Picard, and still consider TNG possibly the best way to expose young people to the skill. :-)
Section 31 were created as the bad guys! Genocidal maniacs who Sisko and crew fought against every step of the way.
And I don't use the phrase "genocidal maniacs" lightly, but they were literally xenocidal and Sloane was, as a spy, less of an Ian Fleming James Bond type and more of a John le Carré type—an actual maniac in the piece of human wreckage who's been turned violent and crazy by the stress of war.
(I really wish his end had come at Sisko's hands, and involved contrasting Sisko's actions in Pale Moonlight with Sloan and 31's degeneration in to xenophobic crimes of extermination, and how both shared the same origin but ended up in very different places.
What do you expect the all-powerful amphibian to do with everyone's clothes?
Just leave them on??!
It's just an A.I. learning how to name Star Trek episodes.
Coming soon: A sequel called "Star Trek: Synths" about a ship of androids with one human--with a cast that is all Deepfakes except one human--written and produced by software and one human.
Isn't there a version of Superman where he lands in Siberia instead of Saskatchewan and ends up a good Soviet citizen?
I don't know what the most similar novel to The Neverending Sacrifice might be, but I think the exact opposite is probably the 1970s novels satirizing the British Raj called The Flashman Papers. They are incredibly funny, highly offensive, beautiful assaults on the landed gentry, set during one of the most incompetent, badly failed military expeditions to Afghanistan in the history of badly failed military expeditions to Afghanistan--the British one.
No, not the American one with British help--the actual British one, from way back in the seventeenth century.
If the Leif Ericson class didn't exist, how could it be in the handbook??!
"Robbie McDunc"? Really? ^1^
Billups as the masked pilot surprised me. I expected it to be Locarno.
I thought that was a well-executed fake-out, and enjoyed the heck out of it. I thought it really made the B-plot work--Freeman is very rarely at her best when around Mariner, which means we see her screw up a lot, so I was very happy to get a reminder that she's the sort of officer Starfleet would give a command to.
"Robbie McDunc"? Really? ^2^
1: see 2.
2: it's a question worth repeating.
Lower Decks has as much (more even) blatant fan service as Picard season 3, although because it is a comedy I find it more forgivable and less grating than I did in the other show.
Agree with your agreement here. If I unloaded my feelings about all the fanboy moments in Terry's Picard, it would actually be unpleasant to read...so I won't. How about I just say that you're super right about Sito Jaxa, too. I thought the connection to that episode was very sweet, and really enjoyed hearing Mariner talk about how much the Dominion War sucked, too. It made sense to me that she'd be more comfortable getting that out with a stranger than her friends, at least when I think about the guys I was in the Navy with.
Oh, man, I totally missed this when I watched the episode...I remember bumping a little when I heard the line "I was betrayed by my crew," but just being confused instead of grasping the implications. The whole thing makes way more sense now. Thank you for spelling it out for me!
I'm so glad StarTrek.website is here for this kind of thing--it made my life better today!
Not to mention my favorite work of Tellerite cinema.
Yeah, and I've never figured out the security feature that makes scanning for life-signs more effective when you sign a little song to the computer. But sometimes I guess it's just more urgent to know, little life signs, where are you?