I’m a sci-fi fan.

More than that, I’m a space opera fan. I have a thing for space ships, whether they’re Federation starships or runabouts, Imperial Star Destroyers, little snub fighters, generational ships, or even giant cylinders sent out by God himself (yeah, I didn’t like the ending of the Rama series either).

I’ll admit: when the camera lovingly pans over the hull of the U.S.S. Enterprise (anyone of them), I get chills. Every time.

But there’s one image in all of sci-fi and space opera that fills me with more emotion than any other.

And that’s a little blue box, spinning through space.