This week, ignoring the tachyon field emanating from a starship graveyard proves much easier said than done. But when a malevolent concierge assures Voyager that there’s no way to check out, it might be up to the weirdest loner on the ship to save them all. Is three-dimensional chess still in vogue in the 24th century? Is the computer monitoring the crew’s calls for quality assurance? And why is Star Trek so bad at handling characters who behave even slightly un-Starfleetly? All this and more in Cybersong, the book that takes the cookies to sickbay.