Spock is less a child of two worlds, and more a being stranded in the vacuum, caught between the gravitational pull of two equal bodies. Kirk's mental fire was like warp core engines, fusion and fire and speed--and it only made sense to shoot at life like a rocket built for a science fair

“So, physics,” Darcy says when they leave the office. “New Mexico,” Mel counters, equally dubious. “Scientists,” she shudders. Mel shrugs, a gesture that sits oddly on her heavy shoulders, “Can't be worse than theater majors.”