P: |
Starbase 74, this is Enterprise. Do you read me?
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Ke: |
This is Starbase 74. Captain Picard, what is your situation?
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P: |
We are going to that later. Right now I must speak to
Lieutenant Commander Data.
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Da: |
I'm here, sir.
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P: |
Data, the Biners have stored the enormous amount of material in our
computer. We need to access it, but we can't.
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Da: |
The access would be available by code or password.
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P: |
Yes, I know that, Data. But, what could it be?
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Da: |
File name can be anything, sir.
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P: |
They wanted us to find it. They would've kept it simple.
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Da: |
Their name or place. It could be something personal. In this
case in the binary language which is ones and zeros in groups of eight
or sixteen characters.
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P: |
They've kept it that simple? Try it. Picard out.
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Bi: |
Our world is reactivated. Our people express their gratitude. We
will return to your starbase for whatever punishment your system
requires of us.
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P: |
Why didn't you just ask for our help?
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Bi: |
You might have said 'no.'
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R: |
It was a very good chance for we would have said 'yes.'
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Bi: |
Our need was too great to risk rejection.
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P: |
So you stole it.
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R: |
Their reason is a part of binary thinking. For them there are
only two choices, one or zero, yes or no. Why did you lure me to the
holodeck and hold me there?
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Bi: |
Because we knew we might die. And we need someone to restore our
computer and you did.
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P: |
No one has been hurt. You've archived your objective. You have
your planet back in order. We have our ship. Well, it's been
sometimes since I have the con. But, not too worry, Number One.
I'm in good hands. Starbase 74, warp 2. Engage. Everything's
under control.
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