"Wish I didn't. Would mean the world was a better place. Any world." He snorts and shakes his head. "Klingons are huge tall bastards of warrior race, super honor bound and super aggressive. Hate the Federation because working together means people are weak or something."

Jim pauses, stares up at the fading snowflake patters the light gives to the walls.

"There's Vulcans, an endangered species of touch telepaths who dedicate their lives to the pursuit of a purely logic based lifestyle. Purging emotion is a huge thing for them. Used to think they couldn't feel. most people think so. But they do.....Fuck, do they ever. I think they super feel stuff, and choose not to. Somethig like that. Anyway, they're good folks, mostly. Kinda jerks, but they've had a rough time. My first officer's half Vulcan."