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Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. About four years. I got tired of hearing how young I looked. You did exactly what you had to do. You considered all your options, you tried every alternative and then you made the hard choice. But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. You enjoyed that. Your shields were failing, sir. We have a saboteur aboard. Well, I’ll say this for him – he’s sure of himself.

I am your worst nightmare! Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy. Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. The Enterprise computer system is controlled by three primary main processor cores, cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat, fourteen kiloquad interface modules. Sure. You’d be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. and attack the Romulans. Sorry, Data. Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? This should be interesting. Now we know what they mean by ‘advanced’ tactical training. 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. Well, that’s certainly good to know. You bet I’m agitated! I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane. Talk about going nowhere fast. I guess it’s better to be lucky than good.