As for me, things have started to feel… a little… episodic. The farther out we go, the more I find myself wondering what it is we're trying to accomplish. If the universe is truly endless, then are we not striving for something forever out of reach?
Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence. –Well, I hate to break this to you, but Starfleet operates in space. –Yeah, well, I got nowhere else to go. The ex-wife took the whole damn planet in the divorce. All I got left is my bones.