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The LLAP crew have rewatched the eigth episode of season 3 of Star Trek: The Next Generation, "The Price" (1989), as part of a Star Trek: The Next Generation podcast review series. As the Federation and rival factions bid for control of a newly discovered wormhole, Counselor Troi faces a personal and professional dilemma with a charming but manipulative negotiator. Join our panel of Trek enthusiasts as they unpack the diplomacy, deception, and emotional fallout — one deal, one data scan, and one Betazoid boundary at a time.Live Long and PodcastStar Trek: The Next Generation S3 E8 - "The Price" (1989) | Episode ReviewFirst Aired: November 13, 1989In-universe year: 2366Date of Podcast: November 4, 2025Star Trek: The Next Generation Rewatch Review SeriesTHIS WEEK'S PODCASTERSDave Mader, Kevin Millard, Ashley Millard, Heather Narduzzi, Jane Mader, Adam WoodwardLIVE LONG AND PODCAST FOUNDED BYDave Mader and Jaemeel RobinsonA PROUD MEMBER OF THE UNITED FEDERATION OF PODCASTSCheck us out online at https://www.ufpodcasts.com/livelongandpodcastPRODUCERDave MaderINTRO MUSIC BYJérôme ChauvelAbydos MusicSupport us on Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/LiveLongandPodcastStreaming live on Twitch, Youtube and Facebook:Twitch Channel: https://www.twitch.tv/livelongandpodcastYouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/user/livelongandpodcastFacebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/pg/LiveLongAndPodcastAudio version available wherever you get your audio podcasts.Listen to Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0yIEMJhawSLGAozJAh4EdGListen via Anchor: https://anchor.fm/livelongandpodcast#tng #startrek #thenextgeneration #livelongandpodcast #ufp #unitedfederationofpodcasts 0:00 Intro Credit Sequence1:22 Beginning of Podcast13:59 Screenshots and Plot Breakdown1:08:25 Fun Facts1:14:38 Ratings1:19:01 Outro

In this episode of Trekking Through Time and Space... Hoai-Tran and Jacob declare "I, Borg" as they grapple with one of Star Trek: The Next Generation's finest hours. And over on Doctor Who, they journey "Under the Lake" for the first chapter in an utterly bonkers two-parter. Star Trek: The Next Generation: I, Borg - 2:38 Doctor Who: Under the Lake - 42:28 Episode Rankings - 1:15:57 Logo by David Scaliatine. Send all questions, comments, concerns, suggestions, and complaints to trekkingtimepodcast@gmail.com Support us on Patreon for early access to new episodes, weekly bonus episodes, and more.

TRIGGER WARNING: We are talking about abusive parents in this episode, which Stef and Chris may make a bunch of dark jokes about (it's a defense mechanism). Is suffering from "daddy issues" the same thing as a Sci-Fi conundrum? Let's fine out! In this episode of Holodeck Divas we discuss the Star Trek - The Next Generation episode "The Icarus Factor" (s2e14). We meet William Riker's Dad, and things go sideways very fast, but Dr. Pulaski seems to be in love with him. WHAT?! At least there's an enjoyable Worf-related B plot. Listen to hear what Stef and Chris have to say about this episode.

We continue our wedding series with Star Trek: The Next Generation's "Haven" -- in which Deanna Troi's arranged marriage is interrupted by the arrival of an AIDS allegory. It's … rough. It's rough.  Note: Liz says two completely inaccurate things with absolute confidence: first she claims that Wyatt is the only guest star with a costume change (false, that is Lwaxana) and then she claims that he's wearing grey in the holodeck scene (he is wearing burgundy). And unfortunately these were LOAD-BEARING INACCURACIES that couldn't easily be edited out. Never trust a podcaster.  "I don't know who wrote this, but I cannot support them."  We know early TNG loved a Special Boy, but why is Wyatt Miller the protagonist of this episode?  Is Lwaxana Troi a reliable source of information on Betazoid culture and custom?  "Genetic bonding" is a fancy word for "child betrothal" and also sounds kiiiiiiiinda sketchy? Were Ian Troi and the Millers attempting to pull some sort of eugenics shenanigans? (Streaming movie about Michelle Yeoh taking out Ian Troi, co-starring Jess Bush as young Lwaxana, when?) Liz is not a fan of Lwaxana and takes issue with the current "if you don't like Lwaxana Troi, you're a misogynist" discourse "I would like to have a dinner party with Lwaxana Troi and Cersei Lannister."  Is Mon Mothma the anti-Lwaxana Troi? Either way, she's joining Lwaxana and Cersei for cocktails

Worf joins Dax and his celebrity crush Kor for the grandest adventure of all until the Klingons go inexplicably insane.[Episode discussion begins around 58:00]

The Borg are back — and they're time-traveling! This week on Trekcast, we're reviewing Star Trek: First Contact, one of the most iconic films in the franchise. We'll break down why it still holds up, the best Borg moments, and how it shaped modern Star Trek. Plus, major Paramount news: Taylor Sheridan is reportedly leaving the studio — could this open new doors for the Star Trek universe? And in casting news, Zachary Quinto returns to play Spock in 2025, and Discovery's David Ajala (Booker) joins Law & Order. All that and more on the galaxy's longest-running Star Trek podcast — Trekcast!News:Taylor Sheridan's Yellowstone Exit Could Be the Best Thing to Happen to Star Trek in Yearshttps://www.cbr.com/taylor-sheridans-yellowstone-exit-better-for-star-trek/Booker Joins Law and Orderhttps://www.cinemablend.com/television/law-and-order-debuting-david-ajala-replace-mehcad-brooks--star-trek-vet-solid-fitZachary Quinto plays Spock in 2025, Sortahttps://www.cinemablend.com/television/zachary-quinto-suited-up-as-star-treks-spock-again-for-his-other-show-and-at-this-point-ill-take-itStar Trek: First Contact is a 1996 American science fiction film directed by Jonathan Frakes in his feature film debut. It is the eighth movie of the Star Trek franchise, and the second starring the cast of the television series Star Trek: The Next Generation. In the film, the crew of the starship USS Enterprise-E travels back in time from the 24th century to the 21st century to stop the cybernetic Borg from conquering Earth by changing the past.Trekcast: The Galaxy's Most Unpredictable Star Trek Podcast!Welcome to Trekcast, the galaxy's most unpredictable Star Trek podcast! We're a fan-made show that dives into everything Star Trek, plus all things sci-fi, nerdy, and geeky—covering Star Wars, Marvel, DC Comics, Stargate, and more. But Trekcast isn't just about warp drives and superheroes. If you love dad jokes, rescuing dogs, and even saving bears, you'll fit right in! Expect fun, laughs, and passionate discussions as we explore the ever-expanding universe of fandom. Join us for a wild ride throughJoin us for a wild ride through the stars—subscribe to Trekcast today! Connect with us: trekcasttng@gmail.comLeave us a voicemail - (570) 661-0001‬Check out our merch store at Trekcast.comHelp support the show - ko-fi.com/trekcastBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/star-trek-podcast-trekcast--5651491/support.

To be continued in part 23, By FinalStand for Literotica. Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 23 Zane Spars with the minds of the Faculty In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels. "You are quite the James T. Kirk in this Undiscovered Country of Freedom Fellowship University," Doctor Scarlett eventually spoke up. I didn't know who that was but I had a feeling it wasn't a modern Christian author. "Who?" I asked. Doctor Scarlett blinked. "James T. Kirk, Captain of the Starship Enterprise, from Star Trek," she seemed confused that I didn't know who this guy was. "Wait, you mean that bald guy? I thought he was named something else," I wondered. "That's Jean Luc Picard, who was the captain in the second series called Star Trek: The Next Generation," she corrected me. It was somewhat amazing to me that the Vice Chancellor was a science fiction buff. Who knew? "Oh, wait, you mean that guy that Chris Pine plays?" I thought I figured it out. "Thank you; he is kind of hot." "No," she corrected, "that is the new series of movies, but it is the same character." I nodded as the pieces slowly came together. "Ah, the Green Orion Slave Girl," I finally clued in, "and that black babe who later showed up on Heroes." Sensing Doctor Scarlett's exasperation I added, "I remember ladies better than I do men." "Obviously," she noted. "I did not call you to my office to discuss trivia, Mr. Braxton, " "Please, call me Zane," I interrupted then, "and I apologize for interrupting. May I call you Victoria?" "Doctor Scarlett will do," she shook her head. "As I was saying, I asked you here to discuss your integration into this school so that we can avoid some of the problems experienced in the past." I looked at her; she looked back, expecting me to say something, but I didn't. "As the sole eligible male on campus, what do you see as your role here?" she pressed on. "Uhmm, Doctor Scarlett, I am a student here, that is my role. Are you implying that I'm looking for something special because I am a guy?" I questioned. "Mr. Braxton, Zane, you are a guy, you have remodeled your personal quarters into a bordello, and there is evidence of you having sexual relations with multiple female students," she responded. "How is that not 'something special'?" "The administration stuck me in the attic, then told me I could set up my room any way I saw fit," I clarified. "The vast majority of my room is set aside for my fellow freshmen to have a place to unwind and relax." "I've never violated any girl's Purity Pledge, though a few have reconsidered it after meeting me," I admitted. "I've been in a few fights, I'm not proud of that. I did as much as I could do to resist Chancellor Bazz, I am proud of that. What she was doing was ten shades of wrong and I don't run away from a righteous fight." "Zane, I am not condemning you for defending the women in your life, nor for having a healthy libido," Doctor Scarlett stunned me with a lack of blame being tossed my way. I worked that over in my mind until I figured out what was going on. "So, do you have any recommendations on what I could do differently to fit in?" I inquired. The problem was, this wasn't about me fitting in. She wasn't lauding my sexuality and she was trying to throw me off-center by the little annoying phone call game, followed by this sympathetic interpretation of my school life to date. I knew she wanted to manipulate me but I didn't know why. I had to get her to tip me her hand so I could figure out what the game was. "Are you familiar with the concept of Christian Female Tribalism?" Scarlett opened. "I get the feeling it has something to do with the six framed articles from non-Christian magazines hanging on your wall," I noted. "Also, you are clearly the darling of the Christian media," I added, as I tallied up the dozen other articles attesting to her fame. "I haven't dedicated my life's work for the sake of popularity," Doctor Scarlett smiled (sure, right). "I am looking into the relationship between Jesus Christ's teachings, men and women. My research has led me to believe that women exist in a more spiritually pure form when solely in the company of other women." "Where do men fit into this picture?" I questioned. "Men provide the ultimate guidance, of course, as well as their roles in procreation and raising male children past the age of eleven," Doctor Scarlett related. "Women are happiest and most effective when they form their own networks and hierarchies." "You don't date much, do you?" I had to ask. "Mr. Braxton, I have lived a chaste life in pursuit of my studies," she answered. "Outside of your father, Victoria, have you ever lived under a man's guidance?" I wondered. It was a calculated move to use her Christian name. "It is Ms. Scarlett, Zane, and I have relied on a variety of pastors for spiritual guidance over the years," she stated. "Okay," I stood up, "we have nothing to discuss then." She didn't yell at me as I headed for the door. "You've never been in love and I can tell you have a poor estimation of romance." "You would be incorrect, Zane; I have been in love but I chose purity over sinfulness," she countered. "My faith is based on God being love, without reservation, restriction, or guilt. I know exactly where you are coming from," I said with my hand on the doorknob as I looked over my shoulder. "You are seeking validation for the mistakes you've made over your lifespan and you are willing to sacrifice the young ladies at the school." I was getting angry. "I was hoping for something better but it seems like a different conductor but the same old music, Doc." "That is not so," Doctor Scarlett stayed calm. "I am not attempting to drive you or any other student off campus. I am not your enemy." "That is simple enough to resolve," I nodded. "What is your perfect women's society view and response to promiscuity?" "Lust is a sin; women should resist sin as vigorously as men," she countered. "The seven deadly sins are Catholic, not the words of Jesus," I grinned. "In fact, the first list wasn't even created until the 4th century after Christ." "That does not make them any less valid," Doctor Scarlett offered. "What is the cut-off date for Bible legitimacy?" I turned and faced her. "1000 Ace? Today, here, and now? Who is to say I can't create new scripture, then?" "I apologize, Zane," she mused, "but you hardly seem to be someone touched by the hand of God with a gift of prophecy." "Do I have to lay on hands to prove it?" I beamed. I had finally been able to interject sexual innuendo into the conversation. She didn't respond like a damn normal person, no. Doctor Scarlett stood up, walked around her desk and came to a stop barely a foot from me. I am not so easily deterred. I leaned into the doctor until my nose was at the crux of her neck and shoulder. I used my cheek to push her hair aside and sniff my way up to her ear. She was really ironclad in her control of her passions. I trailed my nose up to her eyebrow ridge, circled over the forehead, down past the other eye, and over to her lips. We didn't kiss but I did get what I wanted. "How about I call you Victoria when we are alone?" I tested her. "No; call me Ms./Dr./Vice-Chancellor Scarlett," she corrected. "You are my student." "Cool," I shrugged. "Is there anything more for us to discuss?" "I would like to discuss my plans for this school and the role I think you can take on," Scarlett persisted. "We've had that discussion, I chose a messy democracy over any sweet-smelling dictatorial existence," I declared. "Your belief system stands for the denial of self-determination." "It does not, Zane. If anything, it gives women more power over their lives," she explained. "But the basis for your system retains men in charge, with the added 'benefit' of women being more removed from the critical decision-making processes," I replied patiently. "Don't you enjoy being in charge of so many women here at FFU, Zane? You have certainly convinced dozens of women to do what you want, even to their own detriment," Doctor Scarlett drove her point home. I laughed; I couldn't help myself. "I might enjoy being in charge if any of the women would give me the opportunity, Victoria. Honestly, I allow the women here to safely experiment with their sexually," I explained. "Thing is, I really don't mind because I help these ladies become more comfortable in their skins, with their desires, and allow them to share things they have discovered about themselves. If I was with only one woman, what peer could she talk to? You've put your blinders on to the fact that women want to examine those urges they all have," I proposed. "They don't surrender to lust; they acknowledge it, explore those frontiers, and then decide how to use that knowledge," I continued. "Most of the women in my life here don't lose their virginity. I think by challenging their Purity Pledge, they become stronger in their convictions. I'm not taking any choice from them; they are exercising their own will concerning their bodies." "If you deny the male role in the Christian relationship, doesn't that emasculate you?" Victoria asked, and I noticed she didn't chastise me for using her first name this time. "I'm not going to fall into the trap of mistaking sexual activity for true masculine activity," I headed her off. "I would like to think I mediate disputes, help with our studies, and protect them physically if needed. I don't like to fight, but I will fight to defend my ladies. So no, I don't feel less of a man because I listen to, occasionally obey, and always try to respect women." "I see your point, Zane, and I will give it some consideration," Doctor Scarlett lied to me. "Oh, wow, that condescension was unwarranted, Doc," I shook my head. "You would never accept that I could be the man who would alter your lifelong path. You have an unrealistic expectation of what that man would be like but it allows you to pursue your goal without male guidance and still be a good Christian woman." "So now you think I am a hypocrite?" She gave a patient smile. "Nope. I think you believe the theory you are selling, Vic. You are clever, attractive, but somewhat annoyed that your looks give your ideas less credence though you still use your looks when needed. You are manipulative because you are sincere and you want to keep the argument based on rational discourse, not passion." "That would make you my opposite," she observed. "You embrace your gut instincts and allow your emotions to override what you think is the safe course of action. It is a pity you perceive me to be your enemy; I thought we could do great things together." "You are the enemy, but you are not the bad guy; I respect those who have faith, even if it is faith in something I don't agree with," I pointed out. "You believe women are better off without male interference in their lives. I believe there is nothing better in Creation than a man and woman in harmony with one another," I stated. "Don't you believe in safeguarding these young ladies' souls?" Victoria pressed on. "If the ladies were children I could understand your interference," I countered, "but they are adults, capable of making adult decisions, and you do them a disservice by stealing their destinies from them." "You see yourself as a better alternative?" she remained serenely calm, that's so hot. "Lady, my life is a mess," I grinned. "I have a hard time figuring out what I'm going to do much less what I should tell someone else to do." "But you are making the decision that my solution is the wrong one. How do you justify that?" she countered my grin with a smile of her own. "Just because I don't have the right answer doesn't mean I don't recognize the wrong one when I see it," I reposted. "As I said earlier, we have nothing to discuss." "Very well," she allowed, "but please tell me what the whole sniffing thing was about." "It was more than sniffing, Doctor Scarlett. I was looking for your pulse reaction, sweat, what kind of perfume and body soap you use, as well as facial tics and eye dilation." "That is certainly odd," she pointed out. "Well, it tells me you are a mid-thirties virgin who likes feminine things. Your skirt is finely woven wool, your shirt is silk, and your cross is 24 K, as is the necklace, with a real ruby inset. Your bra is a black half-cup, which is very nice if you are wearing a white shirt. Lastly, you are wearing stockings, not pantyhose." "Since neither you nor Ms. Reveal is a lesbian, you are wearing these clothes for your own enjoyment because you are not interested in any man right now," I told her. "You are still holding out for your Mystery Man which is oddly romantic for someone who denies romance." "Ms. Buchanan was right," Scarlett laughed softly. "You would be interesting to deal with." Right as I made ready to ask her what exactly Christina said, my stomach began rumbling. "I'm off to lunch unless you need me for anything right now," I sighed. Victoria turned me around and directed me out the door. Rio, Mercy and Vivian were waiting for me. It rapidly became clear that Rio was Doctor Scarlett's next appointment. "Ms. Reveal," I inquired of Doctor Scarlett's assistant who glared in response. "I'm heading off to the dining hall, and since I doubt you've been able to grab a bite to eat, do you want me to pick up something for you and the doctor?" I doubted that was what she expected. She typed away at her keyboard for a few second, checking out today's menu. "Mr. Braxton, could you get me the Caesar Salad and Doctor Scarlett the trout?" she said. "Zane," Rio snickered softly, "how far did you get? I'd hate to have to sex her up all over again when I can go straight for the main dish." "Smooth, Bro," I groaned while Marisol looked like she was going to staple Rio's ear to the desk. "The Doctor and I talked and that is all," I cautioned Rio. "I suggest you do the same and keep it simple." Rio snorted and followed Doctor Scarlett into her office. Before she dropped out of sight, Rio half-turned, pointed at Victoria's ass, and mouthed 'Wow' and made out the hourglass curves. She was really subtle; only Mercy, Vivian, Marisol and I saw it, which meant all of us. "Mercy, are you going to be okay?" I inquired once the door shut and Mercy had sat down on the bench outside the office. "I need to stay for Rio," Mercy sighed. "Vivian, can you wait for Rio while Mercy and I take a walk?" I asked my guardian. "Absolutely, Zane," Vivian nodded. She took a seat while Mercy followed me wordlessly out the door. "You don't have to do this, Zane," Mercy spoke up after a while. "Own up to all you do, Mercy," I replied, "and by that, I mean I brought you and Rio into a collision course so I am as responsible for your happiness as I am for Rio's." "I, umm, thank you," Mercy worked out the words. "Rio can be too much to handle at times." "Yes," I wrapped a very inappropriate arm around her shoulder, "she can be, but I feel she's worth putting up with the bull crap. Don't be discouraged by her fooling around with other women, or men; Rio is far more loyal than people give her credit for. She may do things to piss you off, that's a given, but she wants to be with you. In fact, who do you believe she was thinking of when she bought that ass plug?" "You?" she meekly mocked me. "Ha, ha, ha," I chuckled. "That is the reason I don't sleep on my stomach these days, Mercy. She plays rough. She loves rough too, so I feel it is an adequate trade-off. If you want to snuggle with someone else from time to time, you are welcome on my pillow any night." "Zane, do you think I'm a lesbian? What I am trying to say is, I think I may be a lesbian but I'm not sure," Mercy confided in me. "It doesn't matter what I think but in my experience, you are bi-sexual, not a dedicated lesbian. That could mean that you like relationships with girls but the occasional fling with a guy," I said. "You have had sex with me and I know you enjoyed it. You are not in an environment that allows many men so now that you are coming into your sexuality, you are confronted by women. Sexual orientation is one thing; sexual preference is another," I went on to say, "At Spring Break we should put your ideas to the test. Until then, don't worry too much about it." "Not being a virgin would be horrible enough," Mercy related. "If my parents thought I was homosexual, they would die, or kill me." "Mercy, do you think what you are doing is sinful?" I questioned. Mercy had to think about that for a while. We gathered up three trays and made our way back to the Vice Chancellor's office. "Yes, yes, I do, Zane," Mercy muttered. "I am afraid I'm going to Hell." "Mercy, you are not going to hell, at least not for what you've been doing the past few weeks," I comforted her. "Think about the good you've done for Rio." "I am still steeped in perversions," she moped. "Trust me on this; the battle between Heaven and Hell will not be decided by the playful use of a dildo, ass plug, or vibrator," I whispered into her ear. Mercy rewarded me with a wicked little smile. "What matters is the happiness you bring, the trust you earn, and the powerless you protect. Don't knock yourself out because you too are feeling pleasure." Mercy stopped walking which brought me up short. She worried her lower lip as she worked some things out in her head. "Do you think I'm really Rio's best hope at salvation?" she asked softly. "You more than anyone else," I responded. I could see a weight lifting off her shoulders. "Thank you, Zane," she smiled at me. We entered the Administration building and headed for the Vice-Chancellor's office. "I'm going to have to tell Rio about his conversation," I told her. Mercy looked uncertain. "Someone deserves a spanking, don't you think?" That wonderful little lusty smile crept onto her lips once more. More Monday Mornings   Doing the correct thing is good; doing right and confounding your enemies at the same time is golden. Blow & Arrow "You are getting better, Zane," Molly Travers told me after my rotation to the shooting line. "If you say so," I shrugged. "I've yet to hit the rings twice in a row." "But you are hitting the target every time," she pointed out. "Great," I chuckled, "if I ever get attacked by a rhino or a barn door, I'll do fine." "If it is a big barn door, a really big barn door," she snickered in sympathy. "So, uhmm, what do you think your chances against Hope are?" "Huh," I looked to her, "are you betting on me and Hope's sparring match?" "It's not really a bet, more like a wager," Molly grinned. "Betting and wagering is the same thing, Molly," I pointed out. "Okay, fine, we are betting on the outcome," Molly admitted. "So what do you think the odds of you winning are?" "Barring the intervention of large fighting robots, I'd bet on the cute Asian chick to win," I joked. "Arrows," Chastity called out. It was my job to retrieve all the expended arrows from the field, being the junior member of the team. After that we did one more round, then we cleaned up and made our way to either study period or our next club. Chastity held me back so that we could go to Karate class together. "Don't be too hard on Hope," Chastity abruptly told me. "I'm not all that sure I can beat her, Chastity," I confided. "Oh, there is no chance of that," Chastity assured me. "She's going to destroy you. I only want to make sure you are a good sport about it because she really likes you and she's worried you might take this beating the wrong way." I stopped and stared at her somewhat incredulously. "Oh, come on," I grumbled. "I have some sort of chance. She's not that good." "If thinking that makes you feel better," she patted me on the back. "Well, if you believe I can't win, you will be willing to make a wager on the outcome then," I challenged Chastity. "What would it be?" Chastity mused. "You in a little, itty-bitty French Maid's outfit for twelve hours of my choosing," I said. "What do I get if Hope wins?" Chastity countered. "What would you want?" I grinned. "Any one favor to be decided on later," was what she came back with. "Oh, please, my favor is relatively precise while you want the world," I pointed out. "Okay, I want one 'forgiveness' in advance," Chastity offered. I groaned. "You just have to keep busting my chops, don't you?" I sighed. "Fine, I'll make the bet." For a private sparring match, Hope and I drew a great deal of attention. Christina, Heaven, Chastity, and Faith were expected, as was Coach Gorman. I had kind of hoped Cappadocia would hang around so we could hook up when the fight was over. Everyone else was rather distracting. Both Hope and I went shirtless, me bare-chested and she with a black sports bra, as well as barefoot. We set up four meters apart with Hope doing something that mimicked warm-up exercises. It took a second of eye contact for the fight to begin. I kicked out viciously; she collapsed beneath the blow and swept my legs. My back slapped the mats and before I could move or mount much of a defense, Hope was all over me. It was arm bar and she had my head in a scissor lock and that was that. I tapped out before she could render me unconscious. No one said anything as I regained my feet. I was careful not to make eye contact until I'd backed up a bit. I had no clue to what kind of Monkey Kung-fu she had just worked on me but I knew that what little Thai Kickboxing I had wasn't cutting it, but I knew even less Karate and even less of what Gorman and Black had shown me. It boiled down to making use of what I did know to the best effect. This time I danced to the left using a little trick Gabrielle Black had taught me (with some pain added). At first Hope mirrored my movements so when I lashed out with my first kick it caught her off-guard since I'd also been slowly closing the distance between us. She tried to snake within my reach but I kept shifting and kicking to hold her at bay. When she finally did get inside, I hit her with every fist/arm/elbow strike I knew. I knocked her back, pursued her, and for a moment it looked like I had a chance. Hope kept maneuvering with the grace of a gymnast so I couldn't pin her to the mat. Once she got to her feet I sensed I was rapidly running out of options. I certainly didn't expect a chop to my temple and that was pretty much all she wrote. She jumped up, put her knee into my diaphragm and rode me to the ground. I managed to block twice against her strikes as she straddled my stomach. I almost knocked her aside, we wrestled, and that was the totally wrong thing to do. I knew crap about wrestling. My tapping out was a foregone conclusion once she got me on my stomach. For a second I lay there marveling how quickly I'd gone down, twice. I noticed that Hope was still standing astride my body so I rolled over in place and looked up. For a second she had this look that reminded me of staring into the pitiless depths of the ocean. "My head hurts," I emphasized with a deep breath. That set off a flash of light in her eyes. "The important one or the one on top of your neck?" she smiled from above. Hope crossed her arms and helped me stand. "Are we okay?" she suddenly seemed worried. "Oh, hell, no," I gasped. "I've got to learn me some of those moves. You were freaking awesome." That outburst gained me a snort of amusement on her part. "I am not a master so I would have to consult my master before taking on a student," Hope informed me. "Your Father?" I was curious. "No; my Father had to get permission to teach my sisters and me. My Master is back in Korea," she answered. Hope and I parted ways and various friends now felt free to join the party. "Damn, Bro, she kicked your ass. I'm ashamed to call you family," Rio mocked me. "Rio, now you know how he feels about you every day," Valarie shot back. "I think he did pretty good, all things considered," Coach Dana Gorman stated. "I don't believe Zane's ever fought against a 'soft' or passive style." "Fifteen or twenty more years and I would have had her," I chuckled. "You are right, Coach; I've never seen her precise style. I've tried some of the exercises monks use but those were primitive compared to what Hope showed me today. Now I think I'm going to take a shower." "Everyone will clear out now," Coach ordered as I made my way to the showers. ZETAS "Honestly, Zane," Sahara lectured me deliciously, "did you have to flush my phone down the toilet?" "Technically, I only dropped it in," I corrected. "I didn't hit the handle. Besides, you know your husband would only annoy us with his incessant phone calls." "I still feel a little guilty," Sahara sighed. "He knew when I would be over and where we would be going if he wasn't going to be kind enough to be there," I pointed out. "The only reason to call you would be to ruin the moment he could have pre-empted by showing a little consideration for your feelings." "That is not fair," Sahara countered. "My husband is a community leader with many responsibilities." "So would you be if people would wake up and see you as I do," I answered. "Zane, I don't want any misconceptions about me," Sahara stared at me intently. "I am loyal to my marital vows." "I don't doubt that for a second," I agreed. "Betrayal leaves its own scars and I don't see any on you." Sahara didn't immediately react to that, instead taking a long sip of her tea. "Certainly you have heard the rumors by now?" she said softly. "Yes, and I believe them," I responded gravely. I let that hang there for thirty seconds. "Aliens did land in Roswell, New Mexico in 1947, and they interred the bodies at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base before finally moving them to Area 51." Sahara didn't know what to make of that for a second but slowly began to smirk. "What? Was there another rumor that I should be giving a damn about?" I concluded. "Some people compromise for the easy way out, some people remain mostly steadfast and take the hard road, but you are the only man I know who gladly skips through a minefield because even the hard road is too much of a compromise for you," she commented. "I can only be me," I replied. "I couldn't be you; I doubt the clothes would fit." "Oh, you are such a strange individual," she tilted her head. Before she could explain our food arrived and she felt it prudent to wait until there were fewer prying ears. "Do you think it is appropriate for me to, ask about Ms. Vickers?" "No," I responded patiently. "If you ever feel like it is your business, she's in church every Sunday and she's nice, if a bit nervous considering the current circumstances." "It is only that I hear things about you when my husband talks to other people and, much of it doesn't make sense," she added. "For instance, I believe I'm the only one who sees it but I'm sure you are having an affair with Rochelle Wellington." "I'm neither confirming nor denying anything but how does that make you feel?" I countered. "Infidelity is a crime," she answered after a few seconds, "but Mayor Wellington is a horrible, horrible man." And this was coming from the woman married to that bastard, Pastor Bill. "I confess that I find the whole thing very amusing, to the point where I pray to Christ for forgiveness virtually every night. That includes using me as a distraction for Kendra's nosey little self." "That was not my intent if that's any consolation," I sighed. "I simply thought we had a lot in common." "Such as?" she smiled. "Well, before we moved here, we had no idea where Lancaster, Virginia was," I started. "We both know that waving a Bible around doesn't make someone holy; a custom may be fine for you but it isn't for everyone and we know what it is to be judged by people who have never gotten to know us," I completed. "I also wanted you to know that I know about Bill and we are not alone." "Know? What do 'we' know?" she asked confidently enough. "We know why he let them think you were the one who was unfaithful," I clarified somewhat. Sahara stared at me, her face torn by a plethora of warring emotions; loyalty, anger over being betrayed, and relief that she didn't bear this terrible burden alone anymore were all there. "Men handle such things differently than women," Sahara told me in a distant voice. "My father wanted boys." "I imagine your Father-in-Law wishes he had raised his boy to be a man too," I joked. "That's unfair," I corrected myself. "I have nothing against men of a different persuasion. It is bastards I have a problem with." "Please, Zane, he is still my husband," Sahara admonished me. "Well, he had better start treating you better or I may re-familiarize him with Deuteronomy 23:1 (ty-jw)," I responded. "Your loyalty to him should be met with respect. That is the deal we make when we get married." "What makes you think you know so much about marriage?" Sahara inquired after a bite, some savory chewing and a gulp. "I'm smarter than I look. Okay, that's not too difficult, but I'm usually smarter than people give me credit for." "Smart things like inviting Ms. Kennan to services yesterday?" she taunted me. "I actually didn't invite her but don't tell anyone; I revel in people's opinion that I'm irreverent," I grinned. Sahara tried and failed to fight down her own smile in response. "I've actually invited Belle, Ms. Kennan, to live with me and Jill as well as giving her a job." "I, I don't know what to make of that," Sahara worried. "She's very pretty, I imagine." "Sahara, you need to become a better judge of people," I said. "I wouldn't trust Belle with my car keys or my favorite cuff links, but I'd trust her with Jill's life or my own." "Sometimes it helps to remember we are still listening to the words of a poor carpenter's son who suffered through exile," I pointed out, "who wouldn't do what the authorities told him to do, died because he was betrayed by a close friend, and went to the grave abandoned by all those who said they understood him; not most people's first choice for founder of the world's largest religion." "When you put it that way, it sounds depressing," Sahara agreed. "It also sounds exactly as it played out. It often does not occur to most believers that the flame of Christianity almost fluttered out before it ever really came to life." She looked for me to say something but all I did was grin. A few seconds later I saw that flicker of understanding come alive in her eyes. "Here you are, the star of multiple on-line sexual misadventures, sitting with the preacher's disreputable wife in the most romantic restaurant in town and we are discussing morality and religion," she chuckled. "No one will believe us despite this being the truth. I find your perverse and bizarre sense of humor very enchanting, Zane." "The important thing is that you are having a good time, Sahara," I explained. She laughed out loud, drawing attention to our little candlelit alcove of the eatery. I doubted she cared and I certainly didn't. We finished our meal, I paid, and we headed straight back to her place. The game was, we left zero time for any possible hanky-panky to take place. We wanted the people who were going to accuse us of impropriety to make real asses of themselves when we revealed our timeline established by my filling up of gas right before picking her up, our valet ticket at the restaurant, and finally, our credit card receipt for the restaurant itself. I had outlined my plan to Sahara and she heartily approved. Unlike the time her husband had screwed her over, she could fight this scandal. I pulled into the Penny's driveway and I rushed around to get her door for her (thank you, Heaven, for that bit of etiquette). We walked through the front door only to see Pastor Bill a few steps away from the door. "Where have you been?" he growled. Sahara dutifully lowered her head. "We were at Zetas," I stated calmly, "right where I told you we would be." Bill ground his teeth and glared at Sahara. "What have you been doing?" he snapped. "Nothing," I now grinned. "I accidentally left the lube and the box of condoms on your kitchen counter." Pastor Bill was rendered speechless. "I was the one who dropped her phone into the toilet; don't blame Sahara," I told him. "Sahara, this was fun. I don't often get to have an adult conversation about the basis of Christianity. I do appreciate your insights. I gotta go now. You two have a good evening and I guess I'll see you on Wednesday night, Sahara. Bill, I'll see you on Sunday." "I doubt you will be seeing my wife again," Bill finally ground out. "Sahara, please give me and your husband a moment alone?" I asked her. "Of course, Zane, and thank you again for an intellectually stimulating night," was her own way at rebelling. I could tell ol' Bill didn't appreciate her pleasant tone to me one bit. When she had moved out of sight I leaned into my so-called religious leader. "Bill," I whispered to him, "between you, me and God, if something happens to Sahara, I'm giving you one year and a day, then they'll never find your body. You know the kind of low-lifes I hang out with. I'm not bluffing. The only other injustice will be that you won't suffer nearly enough. Am I absolutely fucking clear?" "I'm not afraid of you, you sleazy scumbag punk," he hissed. "Whatever, Bill, but you might want to know that the circuit board for your home security system is manufactured by a company I own," I lied. I had no idea if there was a circuit board for his system or who the hell manufactured it, but I was pretty sure he didn't know either. Bill and I were at an impasse. He was a bully and a liar who was used to manipulating people using both other people's faith and sins to get what he wanted. My advantage was that I was well known to be willing to inflict pain to get what I wanted (I just wanted to protect my ladies) and he was averse to actual physical confrontation. Belle brought a whole new definition to the conflict at First Anointed Free-willed Fellowship of Christ Church. There were a growing number of people willing to resist the order Bill had crafted for his own power. Now people defied him and the normal techniques of censor had little effect. His best hope was that Zane Braxton would get hung in another bizarre encounter and remove himself from the equation without Bill's interference. That was his hope, anyway. ON The CRUX OF CHANGE "Hey, Briana," I told my buddy from Colorado State. I was standing outside the door that led to my floor once more. "Hey, Future Slave to my Desires," she giggled back. She was a whole lot more playful than the last time we'd talked. "Gak!" I played with her. "I'm pleased to find you in higher spirits tonight. I hope that means you are doing better?" "Actually, I had a freaky weekend," she sighed. "I met my boyfriend's other girlfriend, it was a totally psycho-girlfriend moment too. She came at me when I was training with some sisters for a 5K run. She appeared in the parking lot and started screaming at me. It was scary. I had three sisters and she brought two wacked-out friends. A pair of off-duty firemen broke it up; sadly, one is married and the other is gay." "Briana, I have a confession: I'm a gay man in denial and I'm tired of hiding the real me," I stated sincerely. Briana's laughter rocketed through the connection, followed by some off-screen conversation, then the phone being handed around. "If you want that lie to be believable, tell us you are secretly a lesbian," Jarunee snickered at me in her native Thai tongue. "Give me a second and I'll come up with something more believable," I chuckled back in the same lingo. "How have you been?" "Pretty good; better than you since that little Korean girl wiped your ass all over the mats," she responded in English. "Okay, she's not so little, and I have it on good authority she was a champion on the Tijuana Midget Fighting Circuit while still in preschool," I covered my ass, then a fear began clawing its way inside me. "Is there any suggestion that she and I may have gone to bed together?" "Of course; this morning's upload," Jarunee informed me. "Oh, in that case, please tell the rest of the Kappa Sigmas that I won't be doing Spring Break after all," I groaned. "What, why?" Jarunee gulped, wondering what she'd done wrong. "Her dad is going to kill me," I related jokingly. "I won't make it to the end of this semester, much less to March. It was a nice dream, though." "Are you serious?" Jarunee worried. "Apparently Hope's, that's Hope Song who kicked my ass, father is some sort of a South Korean superman who eats two-bit punks like me for breakfast," I shrugged. "It can't be, and the phone was taken away. "Oh, my God! Was that one of Yeong Song's daughters you banged that can now be seen all over the internet?" a different girl babbled. "You really are a dead man." "Ooo-kayyy, who are you, by the way? I'm Zane," I started off. "Sorry. I'm Chrissy and my father is in the Navy and he does, stuff. I don't know how bad that man is but I've seen SEALs scramble to get out of that man's way faster than they would for any admiral." "What? That's absurd," I joked. "No one is that much of a bad-ass." Except for Gabrielle Black, I am so going to die at this man's hands, aren't I? "All I know is that the Navy decided it was safer to put him up at our house as opposed to a motel. Mom got upset because apparently the North Korean government put a huge bounty on his head since he killed so many of their Special Forces guys, no lie." I said nothing for the longest time. "Maybe he'll think I'm good son-in-law material," I tried to sound upbeat. "Yes," Chrissy tried to sound positive as well. I, of course, was desperately trying to remember how many times I had made Hope suck my cock, and our discussion of anal sex wasn't worth mentioning. Curling up into a fetal ball wouldn't do anyone any good either. "Very well, Chrissy. Can I talk to Briana one more time?" I asked. "Of course, Zane, and don't worry; the whole Kappa Sigma Sorority will start working on this problem. We will figure out something," she assured me. "Hey, guy," Briana sounded apprehensive, "are you going to be okay?" "Babe, it is just another day ending in 'y'. I've got this," I said confidently. "Good night, now." Briana said her good-byes and I took a moment to get my thoughts together before heading upstairs. It turned out I had over seventy ladies in my place, none more surprising than Coach Dana Gorman. She was paired with Valarie against Millicent and Raven in what looked like a close match up on the pool table. Another totally bizarre image was Vivian and Rio laying stomach first on the floor near one of the TV's, calves kicking in the air with Vivian helping Rio with something oddly akin to schoolwork. Mercy, Opal, Brandi, and Brigit were gathered around the closest table having formed some sort of study group as well. Magically enough, in the twilight of my life (no, I am not over-reacting!) it is good to see one of my plans actually work in almost the way I had intended. No one had noticed me arrive so I turned to go to the drink bar, and walked right into Paige. "Hi!" she squealed in excited delight. Her tight little albino body vibrated with orgasmic energy. "Hey, Babe," I kissed her on the lips lightly. She kept her hands tightly clasped behind her back. "You don't smell like sex," she grinned. "I went out to eat with the preacher's wife, Paige," I groaned. "Not every date is an inevitable sexual hook-up. We had a nice meal and talked about our church, morality, and religion, honest to God." "I believe you," Paige wouldn't stop grinning. "Cordelia is in your room, waiting for you, and thank you, thank you, thank you." Paige was undoubtedly ecstatic over the red marker on Cordelia's face that read 'Paige is smarter'. To see that was one of Paige's deepest desires. Cordelia was working away on her tablet as I slipped into my room. She was fully on my sleeping stage, lying on her back and tablet held up over her head as she worked on it. "Hello, Zane," Cordelia said. "I like your place; it is very you." "Cordelia," I managed to say back in a civil tongue. "Did you know who Yeong Song is?" "Of course I do," Cordelia answered without looking away from her work. I didn't say too much because I had little polite to say to the girl at the moment. After a minute she finished up working on her computer, put it down, propped herself up on her elbows, and smiled my way. Her pigtails swayed as she looked me over. "You are upset," she noted. "Why are you here?" I inquired curtly. "Oh, now we are in the 'you are angry with me but doing an admirable job controlling your violent impulses and going to reduce your interactions with me yet not going to let me alter your lifestyle in any way' phase," Cordelia sighed. "I am not fighting the fact that you are the smartest person on campus, maybe the smartest person I've ever met, but I think we are done playing around. When I drive out of these gates for the last time four years from now, I'm going to forget you and go on with my life," I told her. Cordelia smirked, then laughed. "Zane, I made you, you are my creation," she giggled. I was about to get pissed, then I got another boot to the head. "I was drawn to your family's tragic death years ago, saw your return to the United States as an excellent opportunity for us both, created several identities, talked to your aunt on-line about FFU, altered the admissions software so your application would be accepted, and made sure your medical records weren't examined until you were on campus." "You put me and Rio together," I pieced together; Cordelia nodded. "Iona?" "Ah, she's loyal to you, but it was easy enough to put her in your class. She is the type of girl who runs across traffic to save a turtle crossing the road," Cordelia smiled. "I knew she'd rally to your side, just like I knew that would be enough to keep you here until other events unfolded," she seemed terribly pleased. "Now the sorority and Christina are all you as well as the run-ins with the law, but you are my weapon to use on this campus, Zane. I could never beat Chancellor Bazz without creating a scandal that would break the school apart," she informed me. "Your rebellion was a possibility I explored but your ability to enlist Christina and the freshmen wasn't something I could facilitate; again, that was all your doing." "I have respected you and Heaven," Cordelia pointed out. "Because Christina and I would kill you," I countered. "No; I kept her secret because I am not needlessly cruel," she said. I almost believed it. "Wrong, Cordelia; you didn't betray Heaven because Christina and I would leave FFU," I stated. "Your game would fall apart; not because either one of us is special but because you don't like playing with dumb people, there is no challenge to it." Cordelia's smile only got wider. "You don't disappoint," she remarked, without a hint of shame or guilt. "Am I forgiven?" It occurred to me that no matter how absurd on the surface, Cordelia wanted someone to know and, in a way, understand her genius. "I think we may be past that," I murmured. "How about this; the Time Lord Mafia needs, I need your help," she confessed, but I was wary. "When Ms. Black came here I was suspicious that her record was too clean," Cordelia related, "so when you gave me that warning, I began digging very carefully. Well, this morning something happened." "Oh, crap," I muttered. "How bad and how likely is it that you will be tracked back to here?" "I set up a blind station in Lima, Peru," she said matter-of-factly, "all paid for in cash by people who don't know the real me. I had surveillance on the place as standard practice. Late last night, Lima time, three armed men broke into the small room and tore the place up." "Who were they?" I was now more intrigued. "They spoke perfect Spanish so I had no clue until one of them screwed up and a cheap shelf fell on him. He cursed in Hebrew." Cordelia exhibited real shock. "They were Mossad. I check up on some other stuff and I really think they are Israeli intelligence." What in the hell was Mossad doing hunting Gabrielle? What the hell was the only guy in an all-girls university doing getting involved with all this? Fuck it all, I'm a horny eighteen-year-old boy with more girlfriends than any two sane men would want. Wasn't talking to yourself one of the signs of mental instability? I was saved by the phone, sort of. "Zane, this is Doctor Scarlett," the Vice Chancellor said, "I am at your door and I need to come up and talk to you for a bit." "Of course, Doctor Scarlett," I responded as I caught Cordelia's eye. I hung up and the two of us headed into the main area. As soon as we exited the screens, Cordelia went toward the closest group of students to warn them and I travelled down the stairs. "Hey, Doctor," I greeted my latest guest. I screened the keypad from her view, asked the system for a new password, and read it off to her as it popped up. Doctor Scarlett reentered the code and had it scan her thumbprint without comment. "Thank you, Zane," Victoria greeted me politely. "I would like to see your domicile as well, if that is convenient." "Sure thing," I told her. "We have about forty-five minutes before curfew so it's pretty occupied." "It is your room," she nodded. "I have every reason to believe you are responsible with its use." I wouldn't say that, but then in the past five minutes my life had gone to hell anyway, and I had to put up a good face until bedtime. "Ah, the pictures I've seen do not do the view justice, Mr. Braxton," Doctor Scarlett exhaled. "Relax, take a walk around, and/or help yourself to some food, Doc," I offered. "After nine o'clock you may call me Victoria, Zane," she allowed in return. I was a little stunned. No one seemed overjoyed that Victoria was here but they weren't stampeding toward the door either. "You provide a great deal of stability," she told me softly. "Your presence provides your guests with a sense of peace and safety." "Perhaps you missed Coach Gorman giving two of your students pool lessons right over there?" I suggested. "Dana is your guest too, though I doubt her mood is swayed one way or another by your sense of calm," she grinned, then was brought up short. "Zane, there are two women in, bikinis in your, " "It is a hot tub," I provided the identification, "and I also provide the swim suits for those who need them." Victoria stared at me for a few seconds and I could sense her ready to finally explode on me with some righteous rage toward my overtly sexual ways. "Why would you have women's swimsuits?" she asked patiently. "I have one-pieces as well," I responded. "What would be the point of installing a hot tub, showers, and a sauna if I don't also supply the girls with swimsuits and towels?" Those words put her back on an even keel. Still -- "Doc, I have women coming in my second-story bedroom window back home in the middle of the night for the purposes of sexual intercourse," I sighed. "I hardly need to give students here revealing clothing to feed any vicarious thrill. Do you want a suit to take a dip?" "Let me think about that," she replied quickly. "How long does it take you to obtain a girl a suit?" "I have a suit for you already; you are virtually Vivian's size. And I even have one in red if that is your preference," I said. "Do you really want me to be in a red bikini?" she wondered. It was a trick question. "It is a one-piece, and all I want is for you to be as happy as you can be without trampling on the aspirations of others," I answered. "So you feel responsible for all the girls at this school," she stated. It took me a moment to realize this was a statement, not a question. "Good night, Zane," Victoria smiled. "Good night, ladies," she called out to the room. A chorus of 'good night's' were returned. She disappeared down the stairs and I felt a deep desire to be alone. Peace and quiet sounded good, yeah, I know. "Bro?" Rio snuck up on me. She gave me a quick once-over, then tenderly wove her arms around my waist and hugged me tightly. "I'm okay, Rio," I muttered. "Don't lie to me," she squeezed me tighter. "Trust me; I know that desperate, hopeless look well and I can see it creeping up behind your eyes. Zane, I don't know what's wrong and I'm not going to ask, but I want you to know that I'm here for you." I tilted my upper body back and met her gaze. "Who are you and what have you done to my Rio?" I grinned weakly. "Hey," she remained scarily compassionate, "you've soaked up my pain often enough. It is about time you let me carry some of yours." "What can I do?" Iona wiggled up to my side. A further miracle was delivered when Paige appeared within my field of vision at over five feet away. "Guys, do you think I can have the night to myself? I need to work out things in my head," I begged. "Consider it done," Rio and Iona stated together. Iona departed to spread the word. Rio departed as well, but doubled back to give me another hug. "Zane, don't leave me," she whispered into my chest. "Three seconds ago I was going to knock you out, roll you up in a blanket, and take you with me when I scaled the walls and ran home," I sighed. "To the bitter end," I gave Rio's and my own little motto. "To the bitter end," she mumbled back. After that, going to bed was surprisingly easy. "Zane," Gabrielle greeted me with a ghostly voice. I had called her and said we needed to talk. "Someone did some poking around on you," I told her, "and as a result, three Mossad agents broke into a false station they had in Peru. Is there anything we need to know about why Israeli Intelligence sent three armed men looking for you?" "Three," she mused. "The back-up squad was outside. Since you made no mention of a grenade, I assume they wanted me alive. What are the odds of them tracing the search back to Freedom Fellowship?" As she talked, she sat down on the bed next to me, next to my hip. "Since I have no clue as to what resources they can bring to bear, I would feel safe enough remaining here if they were after me," I answered. "What's your next move?" For a reason that went way beyond insane, I suddenly didn't want her to leave. "I wait. I do not have infinite exit plans or resources," she told me. "You are taking this awful well," I noted. "As opposed to wasting energy becoming pointlessly annoyed? You will keep me apprised of further developments," she commanded then rose to leave. "Gabrielle, do you know a guy named Yeong Song?" I blurted out. "I know of him but I've never met him," she stop

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The LLAP crew have rewatched the seventh episode of season 3 of Star Trek: The Next Generation, "The Enemy" (1989), as part of a Star Trek: The Next Generation podcast review series. In this tension-filled installment, our panel of Trek enthusiasts explores Geordi's fight for survival on Galorndon Core, Worf's moral standoff with his own prejudice, and Picard's delicate diplomacy with a Romulan warbird. Join us as we unpack the isolation, the ethical fault lines, and the quiet heroism. One storm, one standoff, and one decision at a time.Live Long and PodcastStar Trek: The Next Generation S3 E7 - "The Enemy" (1989) | Episode ReviewFirst Aired: November 6, 1989In-universe year: 2366Date of Podcast: October 30, 2025Star Trek: The Next Generation Rewatch Review SeriesTHIS WEEK'S PODCASTERSDave Mader, Ashley Millard, Adam Woodward, Kevin MillardLIVE LONG AND PODCAST FOUNDED BYDave Mader and Jaemeel RobinsonA PROUD MEMBER OF THE UNITED FEDERATION OF PODCASTSCheck us out online at https://www.ufpodcasts.com/livelongandpodcastPRODUCERDave MaderINTRO MUSIC BYJérôme ChauvelAbydos MusicSupport us on Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/LiveLongandPodcastStreaming live on Twitch, Youtube and Facebook:Twitch Channel: https://www.twitch.tv/livelongandpodcastYouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/user/livelongandpodcastFacebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/pg/LiveLongAndPodcastAudio version available wherever you get your audio podcasts.Listen to Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0yIEMJhawSLGAozJAh4EdGListen via Anchor: https://anchor.fm/livelongandpodcast#TNG #StarTrek #TheNextGeneration #LiveLongAndPodcast #UFP #unitedfederationofpodcasts 0:00 Intro Credit Sequence1:23 Beginning of Podcast16:18 Screenshots and Plot Breakdown1:05:13 Fun Facts1:19:14 Ratings1:21:13 Outro

When Worf's old flame shows up on the D, the tension gets thick. But once she gets his thicc Ds, Klingon honor bullshit insists that they're married. As several characters navigate being stuck between two different cultures, an old Klingon ship full of Japanese holdouts is about to wake up still believing they're at war. How do you even begin to bring them into the 24th Century? Well, we don't know because this episode isn't really about that. Visit our website at humanisttrek.com Support the show at patreon.com/humanisttrek Pick up your merch at humanisttrek.com/merch Socials Bluesky Mastodon Discord YouTube Thanks to: Star Trek Avatar Creation

Welcome to Captain's Pod, a Star Trek podcast presented by Ian and Deneé! Join the crew as Ian takes issue with Spot's pregnancy, Deneé compares the Enterprise crew to hillbillies, and they both appreciate an axial rotation.NEXT WEEK: Star Trek TOS: Spock's Brain (S3E1) 1) Ten Forward- Thoughts on the episode; what did the crew love and what can go out the airlock! (8:02) 2) The Observation Lounge/Jeffries tubes- The crew ponder YOUR Priority One transmissions from Twitch, Discord, and Email! (1:22:14) 3) The Jefferies Tubes- Bloopers and other goodies that didn't make it into the show. Don't tell Section 31! (1:39:05)Want early and ad-free access to the show PLUS other perks? Join the Tea-Flingers at the Ian and Deneé Patreon!https://www.patreon.com/iananddeneeJoin the live recording of the show! SATURDAY 11/01 at 12pm CENTRAL!YouTube: https://youtube.com/@iananddenee?si=sAmifSnfaDWnJzDATwitch: https://www.twitch.tv/deneesaysConnect with us!Email: ian@iananddenee.comDiscord: https://discord.gg/cm4nxyKd2SBluesky! The Show: @captainspod.bsky.socialIan: @whittsinned.bsky.socialDeneé: @deneesays.bsky.socialAnd live long and Podsper!Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

In this episode of Trekking Through Time and Space... Hoai-Tran and Jacob meet "The Witch's Familiar" as Doctor Who concludes one of its most thrilling two-parters. Unfortunately, "Imaginary Friend" lives on the other end of the spectrum as one of the worst episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation season 5. Doctor Who: The Witch's Familiar - 1:12 Star Trek: Imaginary Friend - 43:51 Episode Rankings - 1:11:05 Logo by David Scaliatine. Send all questions, comments, concerns, suggestions, and complaints to trekkingtimepodcast@gmail.com Support us on Patreon for early access to new episodes, weekly bonus episodes, and more.

Small spoiler for this episode: This wasn't our favorite episode but we're told we are very entertaining when we don't like a episode. In this episode of Holodeck Divas we discuss another Maurice Hurley written episode of Star Trek - The Next Generation, Time Squared (s2e13). Captain Picard suddenly has a totally different personality, and Riker can't make a omelett (which has nothing to do with the rest of the story). Join us as we "celebrate" this episode of TNG.

This week, the crew beams into one of the most beloved Star Trek: The Next Generation episodes… and Joe is not having it. While the rest of the galaxy clutches their Kleenex and calls it a masterpiece, Joe boldly goes where few fans dare: calling The Inner Light overrated! Is it a touching meditation on life and legacy, or just a glorified flute recital with a side of dream logic?Join Joe, Jason, and the gang as they dissect Picard's alternate life as Kamin, debate the emotional weight versus narrative convenience, and ask the hard question: does this episode really deserve its pedestal, or is it just Trek's artsy detour that gets more credit than it earns?Spoiler alert: Joe's flute is out of tune, and he's not afraid to play it.

We're kicking off this year's Halloween Sci-Fi Series with a very spooky and creepy episode....Star Trek The Next Generation's "Genesis". When Picard and Data return to the ship after disarming a torpedo, they discover the is Enterprise adrift, without main power, and something has happened to the crew...something truly frightening. The crew has begun to de-evolve. Dark hallways, animal noises, jump scares and incredibly scary creatures makes this episode a true must watch sci-fi/Star Trek episode to watch on or near Halloween!

In this delightful time-travel romp, the Ferengi trio jaunt over to apparently nearby Earth and find themselves Roswelled! And does Odo/James Cromwell eat/murder a dog? Matt and Andy discuss![Episode discussion begins around 1:02, MAN OF STEEL and Donner SUPERMAN spoilers around 28:00ish]

Anthony and Laurie talk to Doug Drexler, the multihyphenate who worked on Star Trek: The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, Voyager, Enterprise, and Picard (for starters), doing makeup, illustration, scenic art, ship design, CG work, and more. As the Kickstarter campaign launches for the new “Trek Star” documentary about his life and career, he tells stories about his work in the Trek franchise and beyond, his love of the Trek franchise, and more.

Anthony and Laurie talk to Doug Drexler, the multihyphenate who worked on Star Trek: The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, Voyager, Enterprise, and Picard (for starters), doing makeup, illustration, scenic art, ship design, CG work, and more. As the Kickstarter campaign launches for the new “Trek Star” documentary about his life and career, he tells stories about his work in the Trek franchise and beyond, his love of the Trek franchise, and more.

https://youtu.be/UDnB_yBKEM8Matt and Sean talk about throwing away your values in order to claim victory, in Star Trek The Original Series, Season 2, Episode 23, "The Omega Glory.” (00:00) - - Intro (03:22) - - Viewer feedback (09:03) - - Today's episode (12:50) - - This time in history (23:16) - - Episode discussion YouTube version of the podcast: https://www.youtube.com/trekintimeAudio version of the podcast: https://www.trekintime.showGet in touch: https://trekintime.show/contactFollow us on X: @byseanferrell @mattferrell or @undecidedmf ★ Support this podcast ★

Charlie and Peter geeked out chatting with Andre Bormanis, television producer, screenwriter, best known as a science consultant on Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Star Trek: Voyager and Star Trek: Enterprise, as well as number of episodes of the Star Trek: Voyager series and became a writer and producer on the Enterprise series, and as a science/technical advisor on two of the Next Generation films.Visit our website www.secretfriendsunite.comFollow us on IG and Threads @TheCeeThree, @Secret.Friends.UniteGet a free one week trial of our Patreon and check out our new member tiers at Secret Friends Unite PatreonSubscribe to our YouTube channelJoin the conversation in our Discord ServerVisit our REDBUBBLE store for all the SFU Merch you can handle

When Mrs. Troi shows up in the middle of a midlife crisis, her horny attention turns to just about every man on the ship. Meanwhile, Jean-Luc hides in the holodeck while Worf schools Wesley on not judging a fish person by it's scales. Then they turn out to be assassins? What? Visit our website at humanisttrek.com Support the show at patreon.com/humanisttrek Pick up your merch at humanisttrek.com/merch Socials Bluesky Mastodon Discord YouTube Starfleet Officer maker by @marci_bloch

Welcome to Captain's Pod, a Star Trek podcast presented by Ian and Deneé! Join the crew as Ian loves some Riker-babble, Deneé recasts the episode, and they both bemoan Star Trek creating another fountain of youth.NEXT WEEK: Star Trek TNG: Genesis (S7E19) 1) Ten Forward- Thoughts on the episode; what did the crew love and what can go out the airlock! (7:42) 2) The Observation Lounge/Captain's Yacht- The crew ponder YOUR Priority One transmissions from Twitch, Discord, and Email! (1:25:47) 3) The Jefferies Tubes- Bloopers and other goodies that didn't make it into the show. Don't tell Section 31! (1:37:31)Want early and ad-free access to the show PLUS other perks? Join the Tea-Flingers at the Ian and Deneé Patreon!https://www.patreon.com/iananddeneeJoin the live recording of the show! FRIDAY 10/24 at 6pm CENTRAL!YouTube: https://youtube.com/@iananddenee?si=sAmifSnfaDWnJzDATwitch: https://www.twitch.tv/deneesaysConnect with us!Email: ian@iananddenee.comDiscord: https://discord.gg/cm4nxyKd2SBluesky! The Show: @captainspod.bsky.socialIan: @whittsinned.bsky.socialDeneé: @deneesays.bsky.socialAnd live long and Podsper!Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

In this episode of Trekking Through Time and Space... Hoai-Tran and Jacob have the biggest disagreement in the history of the podcast as they discuss "The Perfect Mate" on Star Trek: The Next Generation. Things are a lot more smooth with "The Magician's Apprentice" over on Doctor Who, which is a banger through and through. Star Trek: The Next Generation: The Perfect Mate - 1:30 Doctor Who: The Magician's Apprentice - 37:46 Episode Rankings - 1:13:21 Logo by David Scaliatine. Send all questions, comments, concerns, suggestions, and complaints to trekkingtimepodcast@gmail.com Support us on Patreon for early access to new episodes, weekly bonus episodes, and more.

The first season of Star Trek: The Next Generation was famously turbulent, but behind the scenes, it was also a hive of creative experimentation and open doors for new voices. This week, we welcome veteran writer/producer Cash Edwards, whose original story pitch “The True One” caught the attention of Gene Roddenberry, D.C. Fontana, and his longtime friend, producer Herb Wright. Though the script wasn't produced, it sparked genuine enthusiasm, and Herb's memo to Gene is our document of the week. Cash joins Larry to share memories from TNG's earliest days: working closely with the producers, meeting the cast, and witnessing the scramble for scripts that defined Season One. He also reveals some, let's say colorful, ideas he contributed to the development of the Ferengi's first appearance (laser bolos, anyone? leech grenades?). It's a window into a time when Star Trek was still figuring itself out and welcoming new creatives into the mix who helped shape the journey.

What happens when members of the Enterprise are trapped in a second rate novel that doesn't make any sense? In this episode of Holodeck Divas we discuss the Star Trek - The Next Generation episode "The Royale" (s2e12). The Enterprise discovers that a group of Klingons found something strange near a planet that has pee storms, and it turns out it is an artifact from the 21st century. Listen to this episode to hear what Stef and Chris have to say!

The first season of Star Trek: The Next Generation was famously turbulent, but behind the scenes, it was also a hive of creative experimentation and open doors for new voices. This week, we welcome veteran writer/producer Cash Edwards, whose original story pitch "The True One" caught the attention of Gene Roddenberry, D.C. Fontana, and his longtime friend, producer Herb Wright. Though the script wasn't produced, it sparked genuine enthusiasm, and Herb's memo to Gene is our document of the week. Cash joins Larry to share memories from TNG's earliest days: working closely with the producers, meeting the cast, and witnessing the scramble for scripts that defined Season One. He also reveals some, let's say colorful, ideas he contributed to the development of the Ferengi's first appearance (laser bolos, anyone? leech grenades?). It's a window into a time when Star Trek was still figuring itself out and welcoming new creatives into the mix who helped shape the journey.

This week, we're joined by Dr. Trek himself — Larry Nemecek, the ultimate Star Trek insider, historian, and fan ambassador. Together, we explore the roads not taken on Star Trek: The Next Generation.  Larry shares stories from decades of exploring the Final Frontier, from his early Trek research to behind-the-scenes tales of fandom, production, and the evolving legacy of Gene Roddenberry's universe. Whether you know him from Portal 47, The Trek Files, or the Star Trek: Stellar Cartography map collection, Larry brings a wealth of knowledge and heart to every conversation. Engage with us as we talk Trek past, present, and future with one of fandom's most beloved voices. https://larrynemecek.com/  Support us at ko-fi.com/hailingfreqopen   

The first season of Star Trek: The Next Generation was famously turbulent, but behind the scenes, it was also a hive of creative experimentation and open doors for new voices. This week, we welcome veteran writer/producer Cash Edwards, whose original story pitch "The True One" caught the attention of Gene Roddenberry, D.C. Fontana, and his longtime friend, producer Herb Wright. Though the script wasn't produced, it sparked genuine enthusiasm, and Herb's memo to Gene is our document of the week. Cash joins Larry to share memories from TNG's earliest days: working closely with the producers, meeting the cast, and witnessing the scramble for scripts that defined Season One. He also reveals some, let's say colorful, ideas he contributed to the development of the Ferengi's first appearance (laser bolos, anyone? leech grenades?). It's a window into a time when Star Trek was still figuring itself out and welcoming new creatives into the mix who helped shape the journey.

It's Grandpa to the Rescue!This week on Trekcast, we're kicking off our Star Trek: The Next Generation movie reviews with Star Trek: Generations. Does the film still hold up after all these years? We'll share what we loved, what didn't age so well, and what we'd change. Plus, Starfleet Academy finally has an official premiere date!One Star Trek actor opens up about how intimidating their role really was.And believe it or not, we almost got an evil version of Captain Kirk on Enterprise! All that and more in this week's episode of Trekcast: The Galaxy's Most Unpredictable Star Trek Podcast!News:Star Trek Academy Premiere Datehttps://www.wnypapers.com/news/article/current/2025/10/17/164354/star-trek-starfleet-academy-reveals-official-trailer-jan.-15-premiere-on-paramountActor Admits he was Afraid of his Star Trek Rolehttps://www.yahoo.com/entertainment/tv/articles/star-trek-star-admits-really-025626198.htmlWe almost got evil Kirk on Enterprisehttps://www.denofgeek.com/tv/evil-kirk-star-trek-enterprise/Star Trek Generations is a 1994 American science fiction film and the seventh film in the Star Trek film series. Malcolm McDowell joins cast members from the 1960s television show Star Trek and the 1987 sequel series The Next Generation, including William Shatner and Patrick Stewart. In the film, Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise-D joins forces with Captain James T. Kirk to stop the villain Tolian Soran from destroying a planetary system in his attempt to return to an extra-dimensional realm known as the Nexus. Generations was conceived as a transition from the original cast of the Star Trek films to the cast of The Next Generation. After developing several film ideas concurrently, the producers chose a script written by Ronald D. Moore and Brannon Braga. Production began while the final season of the television series was being made. The director was David Carson, who previously directed episodes of the television series; photography was by franchise newcomer John A. Alonzo. Filming took place on the Paramount Studios lots, and on location in Valley of Fire State Park, Nevada, and Lone Pine, California. The film's climax was revised and reshot following poor reception from test audiences. The film uses a mix of traditional optical effects alongside computer-generated imagery and was scored by regular Star Trek composer Dennis McCarthy. Star Trek Generations was released in the United States on November 18, 1994. Paramount promoted the film with merchandising tie-ins, including toys, books, games, and a website—a first for a major motion picture. The film opened at the top of the United States box office in its first week of release and grossed a total of $118 million worldwide. Critical reception was mixed, with critics divided on the film's characters and comprehensibility to a casual viewer. It was followed by Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/star-trek-podcast-trekcast--5651491/support.

Star Trek: The Next Generation, Series 1, Episode 3. First broadcast on Monday 5 October 1987. Stardate: 41209.2. An unexpected but not unprecedented miracle turns water into booze on board the Enterprise-D, and soon the entire crew is horny, depressed, or facing an awkward meeting with HR on Monday. After all this, Joe can't see how this show becomes a hit, but Nathan thinks he can. Bottoms up, everyone!

Today on Too Opinionated, actor, writer, director Natalija Nogulich drops in for a visit! Natalija is known for her recent work on CHICAGO MED, SHAMELESS, PRESUMED INNOCENT, FULLER HOUSE, NCIS, CRIMINAL MINDS and KC UNDERCOVER, GLEE, 2 BROKE GIRLS, and the WIZARDS OF WAVERLY PLACE REUNION. Natalija was series regular on ABC series, RED WIDOW, where she played Russian mob wife, Elena Petrova. Her role as Italian reporter, Giovanetta Ricci in HBO biopic PHIL SPECTOR with Al Pacino, reunited her with director David Mamet, with whom she has done six films: (SPECTOR, HOMICIDE, SPARTAN, THINGS CHANGE, THE WATER ENGINE, and HOFFA opposite Jack Nicholson.) Other films include: COMMENTARY, INCARNATE, SHARKSKIN, THE HOLLOW, STEAL BIG-STEAL LITTLE, ABOVE SUSPICION, AN EYE FOR AN EYE, THE GLASS SHIELD, THE CHASE, POSTCARDS FROM THE EDGE, BLOOD IN-BLOOD OUT, THE GUARDIAN, FOUR FRIENDS, COMMENTARY, STONY ISLAND and NATIONAL LAMPOON'S CHRISTMAS VACATION. Natalija is perhaps most known for her role as Admiral Nechayev in STAR TREK - THE NEXT GENERATION and STAR TREK DEEP SPACE NINE, and was also featured in Hallmark's JANE DOE 9, LOCUSTS, PIZZA MY HEART, GROWING PAINS, DYING TO DANCE, THE SLEEPWALKER KILLING, LAZARUS MAN. Recurring on THE WEST WING, THE PRACTICE, THE PRETENDER, BROOKLYN BRIDGE, TRACY TAKES ON, she also guested on CRIMINAL MINDS, NCIS, TWOBROKE GIRLS, BONES, THE UNIT, NIP/TUCK, FRASIER, THE CLOSER, HUFF, CROSSING JORDAN, WITHOUT ATRACE, CHARMED and 24.  Natalija authored historical novel, ONE WOMAN'S WAR, which is now being developed into a screenplay. She also wrote and directed a documentary short called CORPORAL JAKE, about World War I Medal of Honor Recipient Jake Allex.    Want to watch: YouTube Meisterkhan Pod. (Please Subscribe)    

When the Enterprise stumbles upon a forgotten Earth colony whose planet is in danger, the racist Irish stereotypes get turned up to 11. The neighboring colony made up of clones needs new DNA to survive. The solution seems pretty simple, but what happens when you set up your Trump supporting, toxic manosphere, dudebro cousin with your hot socialist Bernie Bro bestie? Visit our website at humanisttrek.com Support the show at patreon.com/humanisttrek Pick up your merch at humanisttrek.com/merch Socials Bluesky Mastodon Discord YouTube Starfleet Officer maker by @marci_bloch

This episode, Kalid and Joe travel the final frontier! Joined by speculative fiction/horror writer, Katherine Silva, the crew chat about the Borg from Star Trek, specifically digging into the season 2 episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, “Q Who,” and the 1996 film, First Contact directed by Jonathan Frakes.​​*Thank you to Jim Hall for the music! Check out more of his music⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, and if you like what you hear, please consider donating to support his work⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠!*Thank you to Jim Tandberg for the Frankenstein's Podcast artwork!*Shoutout to our Patreon Producer(s), Luke Johnson, Andy Groth, Jake Kohl & Joe Mischo!⁠⁠⁠Support us on Patreon!⁠Featured Guest:Katherine Silva is horror writer, three-time Maine Literary Award finalist for speculative fiction, and editor-in-chief of Strange Wilds Press. Her latest book, Where the Soul Goes, is available now!References:The History of Star Trek's Borg, Explained - CBRThe Undead FolkHallowed OblivionThe Deadlands omnibusGhost of Yōtei (video game)Picture (short film)SurrealEstate season 3 (SyFy)Haunted Hotel (Netflix)Alien: Earth (Hulu)No, I'm Not Human (video game)

In this episode of Trekking Through Time and Space... Hoai-Tran and Jacob learn the "Cost of Living" as Star Trek: The Next Generation introduces its most terrifying villain yet: an Alexander and Luwxana Troi team-up episode. But things are far more satisfying (and important) as Doctor Who says goodbye to William Hartnell and the First Doctor in the final two parts of "The Tenth Planet." Doctor Who: The Tenth Planet (Parts 3-4) - 1:30 Star Trek: Cost of Living - 41:43 Episode Rankings - 1:08:05 Logo by David Scaliatine. Send all questions, comments, concerns, suggestions, and complaints to trekkingtimepodcast@gmail.com Support us on Patreon for early access to new episodes, weekly bonus episodes, and more.

Captain Picard visits his friend, he dies, but the jokes just keep on coming. Wait what?! That's actually a thing that happens in the Star Trek - The Next Generation episode "Contagion" (s2e11). Small spoiler, the divas actually liked this episode but it clearly had some problems, which we assume is due to the season 2 production rush. There are a few great moments in this episode, and some that are...well...you should listen to the episode to find out!

Sisko is out of commission, Kira finally learns how to treat him like a regular friend and not with all the reverence due the Emissary (had she been doing that?), Worf plays out the ol' "person suddenly in command who needs to learn how to be command" trope, and Bashir and Dax get cracking on retconning Bashir. But don't forget about Odo! Actually, you probably can except for one scene.[Episode discussion begins around 1:23 - for a whopping 2:45 for a regular episode! Mostly nonsense.]

While Picard and Wesley take the company van to the nearest Starbase to get open heart surgery and retake the Starfleet Academy Cadet Challenge, respectively, the Enterprise responds to a distress call from a seemingly unintelligent species called the Pakleds. But when Geordi gets kidnapped and Picard's surgery takes a turn, Riker and Co have to outwit the dimwits to save them both. Visit our website at humanisttrek.com Support the show at patreon.com/humanisttrek Pick up your merch at humanisttrek.com/merch Socials Bluesky Mastodon Discord YouTube Starfleet Officer maker by @marci_bloch

Tim completes 7 seasons of Star Trek in 2 years: a warp speed binge. He breaks down Star Trek: The Next Generation with Frank. Cheers! Beers of the Week Shipyard Pumpkinhead Ale Sam Adams Octoberfest

On this episode of Alternative Space, Girafe sits down with Dr. Tiffany Chow, a leading physician and neuroscientist specializing in Alzheimer's and other dementias. They explore the latest insights into neurodegenerative disorders, discuss the unique ways space travel affects the brain, and reflect on the Star Trek: The Next Generation episode “Sarek,” drawing parallels between science fiction and real-world neuroscience. Along the way, Dr. Chow shares her expertise on caregiver advocacy, clinical research, and the frontiers of cognitive science.Join us for a conversation that bridges the cosmos and the mind.Send us a textSupport the show

In this episode of Trekking Through Time and Space... Hoai-Tran and Jacob imagine the horror of getting a speech about ethics from Captain Jean-Luc Picard as they learn all about "The First Duty" on Star Trek: The Next Generation. And over on classic Doctor Who, it's the beginning of the end for the First Doctor with "The Tenth Planet." Star Trek: The Next Generation: The First Duty - 1:26 Doctor Who: The Tenth Planet (Parts 1-2) - 43:12 Episode Rankings - 1:11:06 Logo by David Scaliatine. Send all questions, comments, concerns, suggestions, and complaints to trekkingtimepodcast@gmail.com Support us on Patreon for early access to new episodes, weekly bonus episodes, and more.

Why is there an evil bear?! In this episode of Holodeck Divas, we go from the highest of highs to whatever this episode is. We discuss the Star Trek - The Next Generation episode "The Dauphin" (s2e10). The Enterprise must escort a girl and her bodyguard to a different planet so she can become a leader of her people and end of civil war, but instead of exploring any of those concepts we decide to make this a story about Wesley Crusher's first love. WHAT?! There are some good moments that the divas talk about. Listen to what they have to say!

Join Rob and Nick with special guest host Bill as we review his favorite Star Trek Episode of all time, "Tapestry". If you could go back in time, and change things, would you? That is the dilemma Johnny Picard faces!

https://youtu.be/HSTqsLCgg-kMatt and Sean talk about a computer with a microchip on its shoulder, in Star Trek: The Original Series Season 2, Episode 24, "The Ultimate Computer” (00:00) - - Intro (03:19) - - Viewer feedback (05:41) - - Today's episode (12:33) - - This time in history (19:26) - - Episode discussion YouTube version of the podcast: https://www.youtube.com/trekintimeAudio version of the podcast: https://www.trekintime.showGet in touch: https://trekintime.show/contactFollow us on X: @byseanferrell @mattferrell or @undecidedmf ★ Support this podcast ★

Dax decides between a hook-up with the Borg Queen (sorta) or exile. Is resistance futile? And Matt and Andy ask (Seinfeld voice) "WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH TRILLS?"[Episode discussion begins around 49:00]

Satire, Tropes, and Uncomfortable ConversationsMatthew and Riki examine the 2024 satirical film The American Society of Magical Negroes, starring Justice Smith. This provocative comedy tackles the "magical Negro" trope coined by Spike Lee—where Black characters exist primarily to help white protagonists—by imagining it as a real organization designed to keep white people comfortable. The film blends social commentary with romantic comedy as the protagonist must choose between his assigned role and his own desires.Questions We Discussed:What is the "magical Negro" trope and how has it appeared in films like The Green Mile, The Legend of Bagger Vance, and Ghost?Does the film work better as satirical sketch comedy than as a feature-length movie?Should we have avoided discussing this film as non-Black hosts, or is there value in these conversations across racial lines?Does the romantic comedy element undermine or enhance the film's social commentary?How does the character of Lizzie complicate the film's racial dynamics as a multiracial woman who "passes" as white?Is the final confrontation scene between Aaron and Jason genuine growth or does it center white comfort once again?Can characters like Guinan from Star Trek: The Next Generation or Morpheus from The Matrix fit this trope while still being well-developed?Why did this film generate such polarized reactions, particularly within Black media critique circles?**************************************************************************This episode is a production of Superhero Ethics, a The Ethical Panda Podcast and part of the TruStory FM Entertainment Podcast Network. Check our our website to find out more about this and our sister podcast Star Wars Generations.We want to hear from you! You can keep up with our latest news, and send us feedback, questions, or comments via social media or email.Email: Matthew@TheEthicalPanda.comFacebook: TheEthicalPandaInstagram: TheEthicalPandaPodcastsTwitter: EthicalPanda77Or you can join jump into the Star Wars Generations and Superhero Ethics channels on the TruStory FM Discord.Want to get access to even more content while supporting the podcast? Become a member! For $5 a month, or $55 a year you get access to bonus episodes and bonus content at the end of most episodes. Sign up on the podcast's main page. You can even give membership as a gift!You can also support our podcasts through our sponsors:Purchase a lightsaber from Level Up Sabers run by friend of the podcast Neighborhood Master AlanUse Audible for audiobooks. Sign up for a one year membership or gift one through this link.Purchase any media discussed this week through our sponsored links.

In this episode of Trekking Through Time and Space... Hoai-Tran and Jacob battle "The War Machines" one final time as classic Doctor Who prepares to send off the first Doctor. They also experience some "Cause and Effect" as Star Trek: The Next Generation enters a time loop. They also experience some "Cause and Effect" as Star Trek: The Next Generation enters a time loop. They also experience some "Cause and Effect" as Star Trek: The Next Generation enters a time loop. Doctor Who: The War Machines (Parts 3-4) - 7:07 Star Trek: The Next Generation: Cause and Effect - 40:30 Episode Rankings - 1:14:58 Logo by David Scaliatine. Send all questions, comments, concerns, suggestions, and complaints to trekkingtimepodcast@gmail.com Support us on Patreon for early access to new episodes, weekly bonus episodes, and more.

The introduction of Hugh in Star Trek: The Next Generation's “I, Borg” added emotional depth to the franchise's most terrifying villains and reshaped Trek's approach to individuality and redemption. This week on The Trek Files, returning guest Adam Kotsko joins us to examine the legacy of Hugh's first appearance, using a March 6, 1992 call sheet as our launch point. From behind-the-scenes insights on day one of filming to Picard's rare role as the obstacle to resolution, we dive deep into the character's mythological weight and long-lasting fan impact. Adam also explores how Star Trek's modern “franchise era” grapples with this legacy—sometimes successfully, sometimes not—especially as lore becomes both a storytelling tool and a trap in the prestige TV arms race.

On this week's episode of Excelsior Journeys: The Road to Creativity, host & producer George Sirois sits down with the guest of honor for this weekend's Archon 48 Convention in Collinsville, Illinois, acclaimed author & producer Melinda M Snodgrass. After several years working in law, Melinda took a chance on herself and started writing. This resulted in the Star Trek novel "The Tears of the Singers," and in the next several years, Melinda would work with her friend / fellow author George R.R. Martin and their anthology series "Wild Cards," and write a spec script for Star Trek: The Next Generation that would not only become the widely acclaimed episode "The Measure of a Man," but would also bring her into the writers' room as a Story Editor for nearly two seasons. This would only be the beginning of Melinda's vast creative journey, which would take her to other television series, more books, and the silver screen. Check out all of Melinda's works on her website - including "The High Ground" and "Lucifer's War," the first installments of the Imperials series and the Carolingian series - by clicking HERE.Excelsior Journeys: The Road to Creativity exists primarily as a platform for creatives of all kinds (authors, filmmakers, stand-up comics, musicians, voice artists, painters, podcasters, etc) to share their journeys to personal success. It is very important to celebrate those voices as much as possible to not only provide encouragement to up-and-coming talent, but to say thank you to the established men & women for inspiring the current generation of artists.If you agree that the Excelsior Journeys podcast serves a positive purpose and would like to show your appreciation, you can give back to the show by clicking HERE.Excelsior Journeys: The Road to Creativity is now a proud member of the Podmatch Podcast Network, and you can access all shows in the network by clicking HERE.

Can two DS9 characters have a conversation without it being about Kasidy Yates? Not many of these scenes pass the Yates test! And does Dukat have a heart, and if so is it filled with cold blood?[Episode discussion begins around 1:10]