I love “Star Trek.” I like Star Wars, “Battlestar Galactica” and all the Stargate shows. But I love “Star Trek.” Of course, this wasn’t always the case. My first exposure to “Star Trek” took place while the show was airing on NBC in the late 1960s, and my twin brother, Wayne, and I were growing up in northeastern Pennsylvania. One night, our family happened to turn on “By Any Other Name,” and that episode had a profound impact on Wayne and me: We were afraid to fall asleep that night for fear we’d be turned into cubes and crushed. (And yes, we know the crew of the Enterprise was really turned into dodecahedrons with 12 sides, but that wouldn’t have comforted us at the time.) When our mother found us still wide awake the next morning, she declared there’d be no more of that show for …