Spock’s dad is old, and has Old People Disease, which apparently is part Alzheimer’s/part Asshole Syndrome, and it makes him have the feels. He’s making everyone else on the ship in to an asshole, kind of like that time your grandad got in to the egg nog at Thanksgiving. He mind melds with Picard to get through this, turning our Captain in to a sobbing bitch instead of knocking him out with some hypo spray and letting him catch up on some zzzz’s while Sarak ambassadors and stuff.
It’s a Marvel/Star Trek cross over event, as The Collector fakes Data’s death in order to, you know, collect him. It’s another dissertation on the nature of man and whether Data is a being or a thing, but this time it’s got Saul Rubinek being creepy and evil and awesome so I’ll let it slide.
Reginald Barclay is a creepy, creepy little man who creates holodeck simulations of his coworkers so that he can woo and belittle them as he sees fit. Troi is absolutely terrible at her job and has no clue he’s got a big ol’ crush on her. She is the worst psychiatrist in ten star systems. I wish Wesley had stuffed Barclay out an airlock.
The mayor of Sunnydale falls in love with a “living ship.” Man, the euphemisms for obesity have gotten out of control in the future. “Yo mamma so fat she’s a living ship!”