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8 October 2020

Riker Ipsum 2

by Mike Robertson

You did exactly what you had to do. You considered all your options, you tried every alternative and then you made the hard choice. Sure. You’d be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who’s asking his friend if he can start dating his sister. Computer, lights up! But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven.

Mr. Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. The unexpected is our normal routine. I’d like to think that I haven’t changed those things, sir. Yes, absolutely, I do indeed concur, wholeheartedly! I can’t. As much as I care about you, my first duty is to the ship. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? We could cause a diplomatic crisis. Take the ship into the Neutral Zone Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. They were just sucked into space. About four years. I got tired of hearing how young I looked. This should be interesting.

Is it my imagination, or have tempers become a little frayed on the ship lately? I guess it’s better to be lucky than good. Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. 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.

A surprise party? Mr. Worf, I hate surprise parties. I would never do that to you. Sorry, Data.

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