Citiscape 2

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Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh. Travel time to the nearest starbase? 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. Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy. Wouldn’t that bring about chaos? They were just sucked into space. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. A surprise party? Mr. Worf, I hate surprise parties. I would *never* do that to you. We have a saboteur aboard. Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves?

Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? and attack the Romulans. I’d like to think that I haven’t changed those things, sir. I can’t. As much as I care about you, my first duty is to the ship. I will obey your orders. I will serve this ship as First Officer. And in an attack against the Enterprise, I will die with this crew. But I will not break my oath of loyalty to Starfleet. Shields up! Rrrrred alert! This should be interesting. The Enterprise computer system is controlled by three primary main processor cores, cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat, fourteen kiloquad interface modules. And blowing into maximum warp speed, you appeared for an instant to be in two places at once. You did exactly what you had to do. You considered all your options, you tried every alternative and then you made the hard choice. A lot of things can change in twelve years, Admiral. Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. Not if I weaken first. Yes, absolutely, I do indeed concur, wholeheartedly! Your shields were failing, sir. Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches… and Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion? We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. Maybe we better talk out here; the observation lounge has turned into a swamp. You enjoyed that. You’re going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. Did you come here for something in particular or just general Riker-bashing? 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? Sure. You’d be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. Sorry, Data.

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