I went to Future Rome and found
that rebels resurrected Casear.
Antony they left in ground;
Cleopatra in a freezer.
I toured the city at my leisure—
almost everyone had fled—
Caesar couldn’t blame them, either,
yet stayed to fight on in their stead.
He rose against the man who led
the Federation so despised.
The walls of New Vatican bled;
too many pilots met demise;
but none could long deter the rise
of he who helmed the Enterprise.