There was something of a wish list discussion on my fleet forum in recent days and I thought I'd repost my addition here, maybe you can illuminate us othe future of starships?
"Here you go, sir," said the young girl as she placed the ceramic mug of coffee on the small table in front of me. Steam carried the earthy aroma of the dark liquid into the air. "Thank you," I replied, smiling up at her. The barista was a young girl, no more than 19 or 20 years old by my guess. Her neon hair was braided…