O.K. let's see where we stand after the latest re-boot. Borg be gone. Re-assimilated by the Caeliar and whisked away from direct storyline involvement, they have to time-out in the wings. If you ever have to explain Deus ex Machina to a fanboy, point to that bit of business. Janeway is dead, except in the hearts of her friends, but there is that bit of Q involvment just waiting for a guest appearance. Voyager has been fitted with a Quantum Slipstream Drive a support fleet, and a benamite recrystalization matrix, (Irsk-Dulaph poop: really, pg 333 ) but the engine room blows up just as regularly as in the first Enterprise. (Scotty, we're going to stop at the Radio Shack planet and buy you some fuses) Seven is now a damsel in distress (wonder how many nude Jeri Ryan hits Google got on that one?), but comes equipped with a regal bearing, full lips, a new wardrobe befitting her regal bearing, and catoms. Catoms are programmable matter. They work like secret Vulcan mind tricks. When the story gets painted into a corner, you can pull a new one out and save the day. Darn handy, and they accessorize so well with a regal bearing. A side note; baby Miral Paris has learned to say p'tak.
Please don't get me wrong, I paid my money and I'm satisfied with my purchase. It's a product, like meatloaf or a comic book series. The good guys win by looking to their higher nature, the bad guys loose, or more often temporarily withdraw, and off we go. For two or three hours you can immerse yourself in familiar gossip, plenty of remember when, sophomore pathos and philosophy, and some journalism grade slippery science. A tad shy of the Odyssey, but good dum fun and a temporary palliative to the end of the world bloviation our other media outlets are currently selling.
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