Star Trek: Discovery

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The idea makes sense in the context of questioning authority, of speaking truth to power, at least.

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Who wants to have to ask permission to have fun?

Or worse, to do the right thing?

We can all agree that red tape is bad.

These are not thoughts Michael has when she is presented with her first dilemma asDiscoverys first officer.

That mission: Hes found a lead on a third Starfleet black box.

Is this mission critical to the safety of thousands, starting with her own Just-a-Friend?

Of course Michael equates these orders to inaction.

(And we all know how that turned out.)

), and what looks like it’s a pre-empire version of herself screaming, Son!

(Miss you, sweetheart!)

Meanwhile, Tilly and Saru have compared notes and figured out exactly what Michael did.

But she made a choice, and now because of that, you dont have one.

Burnhams saving grace this week: kissing.

While I agree with your intentions, Saru says.

The decision I am now forced to make comes down to one thing and one thing only, commander.

Its not about your skill.

Its not about your ability.

It is about trust.

Well need a lot more than a youre doing the right thing to make up for that.

One of those goods: self-sealing stem bolts.

(Dont worry about it, Tills, Maine coons are basically dogs anyway.)

The two of them together give off strongGeorgia Nicholson/Angusvibes.

She also says shitfour timesin front of Saru, only this time, he replies, My sentiments exactly.

Linuss badge transporter malfunctions are making me wonder whether he and Georgiouarecompatible after all.

Three cheers for radical acceptance and disability justice!

(I mean…how could he not?)

Their conversation is corny, I know.

But its still adorable.Crazy kids and their chaos!

Can someone like allow Culber an opinion that isnt some bit of sage wisdom for someone else?

Favorite bit of dialogue this week: What makes you think What makesyouthink?

Oh, dont tell me you have actual brain matter.

Made me nostalgic forConnolly the Short-Lived Mansplainer.