Welcome.
Well, that's certainly good to know. Yes, absolutely, I do indeed concur, wholeheartedly! We know you're dealing in stolen ore. But I wanna talk about the assassination attempt on Lieutenant Worf. I'd like to think that I haven't changed those things, sir. About four years. I got tired of hearing how young I looked. Captain, why are we out here chasing comets?
runaction->eventInfo.siliconLayersEnergyDepositWithError[ptr] =
runaction->eventInfo.siliconLayersEnergyDeposit[ptr] +
RandGaussT::shoot( engine, 0.0, sqrt( siliconSigma[ptr]*siliconSigma[ptr] + siliconNoise*siliconNoise )
Congratulations - you just destroyed the Enterprise. We have a saboteur aboard. Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy. Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. Did you come here for something in particular or just general Riker-bashing? For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. You did exactly what you had to do. You considered all your options, you tried every alternative and then you made the hard choice. Come on. Let's get out of here, Commander. That might've been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. Your shields were failing, sir. Smooth as an android's bottom, eh, Data? When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? This should be interesting. Sorry, Data. But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. Not if I weaken first. Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who's asking his friend if he can start dating his sister. I'm afraid I still don't understand, sir. Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise.
Computer, belay that order. I recommend you don't fire until you're within 40,000 kilometers. I am your worst nightmare! I'll alert the crew. Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. 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. Maybe we better talk out here; the observation lounge has turned into a swamp. I can't. As much as I care about you, my first duty is to the ship. Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh. Wouldn't that bring about chaos? Why don't we just give everybody a promotion and call it a night - 'Commander'? You enjoyed that. I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. My oath is between Captain Kargan and myself. Your only concern is with how you obey my orders. Or do you prefer the rank of prisoner to that of lieutenant? Mr. Worf, you do remember how to fire phasers? Ensign Babyface! A surprise party? Mr. Worf, I hate surprise parties. I would *never* do that to you. Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches... and Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion? The unexpected is our normal routine. Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. The game's not big enough unless it scares you a little.
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. I'll be sure to note that in my log.
‘A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.’ ~Lao Tzu