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If there's poetry in wakefulness on temperate nights, I haven't found it yet. Disordered sleep is a delicate thing: It must be handled with care and packed in snow.

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"It isn't on caffeine or speed or anything like that. It just isn't stuck in the pattern that I've seen for the last forty or so years. This is not ponderous Star Trek, nor is it just a sitcom version. This is an aggressive science fiction action adventure set in a very complex reinterpretation of the Star Trek universe."

I hate it when Harry Knowles makes sense, but the man knows his Trek. Bonus: no passing references to excretory functions.

Posted by R. at 01:36 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

"Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence."

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