And in no particular order, here we go:
Right now, I’m a stranger to myself. There’s echoes of who I was and a sort of call towards who I am. And I have to hold my nerve and trust all these new instincts. Shape myself towards them. I’ll be ﬁne, in the end. Hopefully.
Ever wondered about that ubiquitous device that allows you to converse seamlessly with alien species around the galaxy with total ease? This is the unofﬁcial guide Starﬂeet doesn’t want you to see.