"The bright western sun disappeared as the sky quickly darkened, and a low rumbling sound was heard in the humid air. There was a swift rushing of many feathered wings, yet not of bird. A great chattering and laughing filled the atmosphere and when the hot sun came out again, the light showed the Wicked Witch of the West that she was surrounded by a large crowd of wild monkeys, each with a pair of immense and powerful wings on his shoulders."
―The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (1900)
RIKER:
Your file says that you're an...
DATA:
Machine, Correct, sir.
Does that trouble you?
RIKER:
To be honest, yes, a little.
DATA:
Understood, sir.
Prejudice is very human.
RIKER:
Now that does trouble me.
Do you consider yourself superior to us?
DATA:
I am superior, sir, in many ways,
but I would gladly give it up to be human.
RIKER:
Nice to meet you - Pinocchio.
[ BLANK, PUZZLED LOOK ]
"I am not your puppet anymore."
- Lt. Commander Data channels his Inner Rage, after recieving a bit of initial prompting, courtesy of his elder brother Lore, the galaxy's first and only Malignant Nacissitic synthetic person.
[Enterprise-E crew lounge]
(Picard is handing out glasses of Chateau Picard)
- Lt. Commander Data channels his Inner Rage, after recieving a bit of initial prompting, courtesy of his elder brother Lore, the galaxy's first and only Malignant Nacissitic synthetic person.
[Enterprise-E crew lounge]
(Picard is handing out glasses of Chateau Picard)
RIKER:
The first time I saw Data,
he was leaning against a tree in the holodeck
...trying to whistle.
...Funniest thing I ever saw.
...No matter what he did he couldn't get the tune right.
What was that song?
I can't remember the song.
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