"It's a Starship, really," Fatima replied. "But it sometimes feels like an asylum. You're in the medical bay right now. You were whooshed here, same as me, by some weird omnipotent creature who likes 1980s rockstars and goes by the name of Q."

She did not say the name pleasantly. More like tasted like a lemon in her mouth.

Fatima wasn't big on being jerked around by anything more powerful than she was. Which, sadly, was any number of things.

"The people in the funny space pajamas are the natives. They're part of something called 'Starfleet.' The rest of us are prisoners of this Q thingy."