Data_Indications of what humans would call
a wild party.
Riker_Yeah. Their bridge. If this things
works, it'll be sure to record all. You were
right. Somebody blew out the hatch. They
were all sucked into space.
Correction, Sir. That's blown out.
Thank you, Data.
A common mistake, Sir.
Doctor_If you were more perfect, Data, I'd
write you up in a starfleet medical textbook.
I'm already listed in several biomechanical
texts, Doctor.
Yes, of course.
Can you provide more information, Sir? Seek
in an instance of someone showering in his
or her clothing is...
I know. It's like looking for a needle in
a haystack.
Why should I wish anyone to expend time in
such a search?
Worf_Sir. I'm getting very strange reports
from all decks.
Such as?
Such as the ship's training division ordering
all officers to attend a lecture on Metaphysics.
Metaphysics?
Confirmed, Sir. There was a rather peculiar
limerick delivered by someone in the shuttlecraft
bay. I am not sure I understand it. There
was a young lady from Venus whose body was
shaped like a...
Captain to security, come in!
Did I say something wrong?
I don't understand their humor either.
Lie
utenant Yar?
Tasha_Here, Data. You wanted me?
Captain Picard ordered me to escort you to
sick bay, Liertenant.
Did he say when?
I'm sure he meant now. So you should get
into uniform.
But I got out of uniform for you, Data. Do
you know how old I was when I was abandoned?
Chronological age? No, I am afraid I am not
familiar with...
Five. Five years old. But I survived. I learned
how to stay alive, how to avoid the rape
gangs. I was 15 before I escaped.
I am sorry. I did not know.
And what I want now is gentleness and joy
and love from you, Data. You are fully functional
aren't you?
Of course, but...
How fully?
In every way, of course. I'm programmed in
multiple techniques a broad variety of pleasuring.
You jewel. That's exactly what I hoped.
Captain_Ah, good, Data. At least, you're
functioning.
Fully, Captain.
Data, intoxication is a human condition.
Your brain is diffirent. It's not the same
of ours...
We are more alike than unlike, my dear captain.
I have pores, humans have pores. I have fingerprints,
humans have fingerprints. My chemical nutrients
are like your blood. If you prick me do I
not leak?
Engineering, urgent. We must have ship's
power.
Chief_These are the control chips.
Bridge from engineering.
The star is still collapsing. We're directly
in the path.
I can't help you, Bridge. Someone's pulled
all the contral chips.
Wesley_It was an adult who got it.
Sir, we estimate 14 minutes until that mass
gets here.
No way, Sir. I can't replace control chips
in 14 minutes, 2 hours, 3, maybe.
Data could assemble then faster.
What's? What's that? What's that, Wesley?
They're just simple isolinear chips, Sir.
Data, anyway, he could shuffle tham like
cards.
Come on, Data, hurry.
Ship's log. First officet, Riker. Enterprise
will be destroyed unless it moves from the
path of the star material hurtling toward
us. Our only hope is for Lieutenant Commander
Data in the time we've left to regain his
senses and reconnect engine power to the
bridge.
Nice to see you, Wesley.
Hi, Mr.Data.
No time for courtesy. Get the damned control
chips back in place in correct order, now.
It's like the game how fast you can do it.
Ah, the game.
I think I can switch this to main viewer,
Sir.
Data, we have 9 minutes at most. Can you
finish by then?
No, this will take slightly more time than
we have, Sir.
Data. I'm only going to tell you this just
once. It never happend.
