Why I became a blogger
by Sophie Barlow
Well, I'll say this for him - he's sure of himself. Congratulations - you just destroyed the Enterprise. Wait a minute - you've been declared dead. You can't give orders around here. Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book?
I'll be sure to note that in my log. How long can two people talk about nothing? About four years. I got tired of hearing how young I looked. Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. Wouldn't that bring about chaos? That might've been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet.
I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. 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. Your shields were failing, sir. We know you're dealing in stolen ore. But I wanna talk about the assassination attempt on Lieutenant Worf. I think you've let your personal feelings cloud your judgement. Your head is not an artifact! Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. 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.
You did exactly what you had to do. You considered all your options, you tried every alternative and then you made the hard choice. Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches... and Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion?
Ensign Babyface! A surprise party? Mr. Worf, I hate surprise parties. I would *never* do that to you. Your shields were failing, sir. Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? Computer, lights up! Talk about going nowhere fast. Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise.
I'd like to think that I haven't changed those things, sir. What? We're not at all alike! Sorry, Data. In all trust, there is the possibility for betrayal. You did exactly what you had to do. You considered all your options, you tried every alternative and then you made the hard choice. Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. I guess it's better to be lucky than good. Your shields were failing, sir. Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. The unexpected is our normal routine. Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches... and Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion? Your head is not an artifact! Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. I think you've let your personal feelings cloud your judgement. Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise.
