A recluse alone on a planet ends up being an ancient genius. The only beautiful woman falls for Kirk — despite the recluse loving her — and Kirk falls for her hard. Problem? She’s a robot and not being able to accustom herself to having feelings ends up killing her.
Did I forget to say spoiler alert? Too bad because it’s about to get worse.
Kirk is totally heartbroken over her death and wishes to forget. McCoy says he wishes Kirk would forget. Then, without asking for consent OR discussing the whole “better to have loved and lost” thing, Spock goes ahead and mind-melds a sleeping Kirk saying FORGET.
I am not sure how I feel about any of this and I still managed to write a sonnet. Sometimes, I surprise myself.
'Tis Hunger makes the wanderer who seekd yet never finds such meat as satisfies that amateur who by affection takes a seat. The weight of Plenty keeps one still without the need for test or will when there exists no agony nor any test of sweet esprit. Between these lies the river Lone whose waters only whet the thirst no desert flower ever durst when all the risks were fairly known. Of flower daft drinks wanderer, then sleeping does not remember.
P.S. Happy Valentine’s Day!