What if, instead of dividing his kingdom into three parts, King Lear divided his galactic empire into three parts? And his retinue of 100 guards were, instead, 100 warships? When Cordelia remains silent instead of declaring an indescribable love for her father, she’s disowned and leaves to marry the king of Galaxy France — pondering her fate as she’s carried to a new home, and a new life, at warp speed.
Light years away, Lear descends into madness and ends up wandering the cosmos in a beat-up shuttlecraft with Android Fool at his side. And the Earl of Gloucester? Eyes zapped out with a phaser. You can imagine the rest
This is probably the only thing that would make me want to show up to my Shakespeare class.