So ultimately, I feel like what we’re saying is that in order for Starfleet and that beautiful vision that Roddenberry had of this optimistic utopia, in order for that vision to exist, in order for the light to exist, you need people who operate in the shadows. And it’s a yin and yang. You can’t have one without the other.

I don’t like this sort of mother-goosery in my fully automated luxury gay space communism.

I prefer the assimilating power of root beer as the true defender of the federation.