‘m afraid I still don’t understand, sir. What? We’re not at all alike! Computer, lights up! Travel time to the nearest starbase? Now we know what they mean by ‘advanced’ tactical training. You did exactly what you had to do. You considered all your options, you tried every alternative and then you made the hard choice. I guess it’s better to be lucky than good. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? I’ve had twelve years to think about it. And if I had it to do over again, I would have grabbed the phaser and pointed it at you instead of them. Your head is not an artifact!

Congratulations – you just destroyed the Enterprise. But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. Worf, It’s better than music. It’s jazz. Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history would be far less bloody. Wouldn’t that bring about chaos? We have a saboteur aboard. You’re going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. Ensign Babyface! How long can two people talk about nothing? Damage report! Well, I’ll say this for him – he’s sure of himself. Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named “Enterprise.” You enjoyed that. and attack the Romulans. Your shields were failing, sir. And blowing into maximum warp speed, you appeared for an instant to be in two places at once. The look in your eyes, I recognize it. You used to have it for me. The unexpected is our normal routine. What’s a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history would be far less bloody. Smooth as an android’s bottom, eh, Data? In all trust, there is the possibility for betrayal. Shields up! Rrrrred alert! Then maybe you should consider this: if anything happens to them, Starfleet is going to want a full investigation. I’ll alert the crew. This should be interesting. I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy. Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence. Sorry, Data. Wait a minute – you’ve been declared dead. You can’t give orders around here. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. Besides, you look good in a dress. Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches… and Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion? Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? Is it my imagination, or have tempers become a little frayed on the ship lately? Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who’s asking his friend if he can start dating his sister. Talk about going nowhere fast. You bet I’m agitated! I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane. Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? Not if I weaken first. Sure. You’d be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. We could cause a diplomatic crisis. Take the ship into the Neutral Zone This is not about revenge.

This is about justice. The Enterprise computer system is controlled by three primary main processor cores, cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat, fourteen kiloquad interface modules.