Ah, the joys of time travel, back to a (surprise, surprise) spatio-temporal location near the production studio, in a bygone millennium when an attractive woman could safely walk on a Los Angeles beach protected by only a Vulcan security chief and two high-T human males. Some things never change, however: The chief threat is from technology belonging to a vagrant vandal, and (spoiler) the supervillain turns out to be a capitalist. Despite the clichés, however, it's good fun; thanks to Voyager for People who Hate Voyager for the recommendation.
Review of Future's End
