Picard is taken aback by the state of my uniform—er, sweatshirt—while Sage waits patiently for a beam-up.
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Picard is taken aback by the state of my uniform—er, sweatshirt—while Sage waits patiently for a beam-up.
But confronted by an ethos that glorified individual selfishness at the expense of society, which let a select few reign as oligarchs over a permanent underclass that was brainwashed to adore them for it, she was tempted to rebel against Starfleet's open-minded policy of noninterference and start leveling the Orions' economic playing fields, one dead robber baron at a time.