SPACED OUT Starry-eyed viewers assume adventure-loving humans will trek the 21st century's final frontier, free enterprise in federated space. Yet, lurking in cryptic lines, a message in reverse: WE are the Borg, launching our collective ego as techno-conquistadors, computerizing all Creation with encephalic machines, our bio-robotic brains turn the Cosmos to profit, the bottom line directive to eat or be eaten and make of the Earth a planet rich and strong. So look out galaxies, here we come ( ! )

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