Mo looked around at the turbolift, wishing he could open it up and get a look at its innards. On the surface, it was the same as the turbolifts in the station; same material and appearance, like they were cousins cut and constructed from the same cloth. But there were a few small details: a different stem-bolt, walls a more silvery than steely shade, less scuffs on the floor. The latter could either be because the ship was newer or because, as Mona said, the crew kept this place well-maintained. Easier to do with a smaller environment - which was an example of why Starfleet were in favour of sending out smaller ships these days.
"Well, the rhythm of Starfleet history was that, if I remember correctly, feel free to stop me - in the beginning of its timeline, we'd send out smaller ships of exploration'n broader niches, cos we didn't know what or who we were gettin; then as our, uh, diplomatic empire expanded and allies grew, bigger stations and larger fleets, and since now they're keepin' things small again, but yet more niche... I worry the wave of expansion is crashin' like the Great Monetary Collapse. Maybe we're gettin' stretched too thin, and that's why we don't see big chunky lasses like Constitution-class ships any more." Mo shook his head in disbelief at his own paranoia. "But I'm probably just overanalysin' things just 'cause they're a little different since before I got cryo'd, and maybe the wave will rise again, who knows. Good lord I'm ramblin', excuse me."
The turbolift will have definitely arrived after Mo's Conspiracy Hour. (edited)
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