Friday 15 January 2021

The Manumission of Flt. Lt. Bobo




"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)


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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