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When a runabout gets blown up by space terrorists before the crew can fully transport to Deep Space Nine, it’s up to “Our Man Bashir” to keep their transporter patterns busy - and alive - in the holosuite. This send-up of James Bond (referencing another send-up of the superspy, Our Man Flint) is a holo-DELIGHT.
On our first mission, we watch, analyze, and rate Star Trek: The Next Generation’s “A Fistful of Datas.” Is Worf a good dad? Is Data’s head port thing gross or... SUPER gross? Why do they call it the “Ancient” West and not the “Old” West? Does Reginald Barclay program holodeck porn?