The Enterprise computer system is controlled by three primary main processor cores.
Cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat, fourteen kiloquad interface modules. A lot of things can change in twelve years, Admiral. Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy. This should be interesting. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? I’ll be sure to note that in my log. 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. Now we know what they mean by ‘advanced’ tactical training. What’s a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? I guess it’s better to be lucky than good. About four years. I got tired of hearing how young I looked. Travel time to the nearest starbase? Wait a minute – you’ve been declared dead. You can’t give orders around here.
Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches… and Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion? I’m afraid I still don’t understand, sir. Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? How long can two people talk about nothing? That might’ve been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. The Federation’s gone; the Borg is everywhere! Why don’t we just give everybody a promotion and call it a night – ‘Commander’? Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. I recommend you don’t fire until you’re within 40,000 kilometers.
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