| Me: |
Pies! Pies! Some are meat, some are sweet! Pies! Pies!
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| Wo: |
They're lovely!
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| Me: |
Pies! Pies! Some are meat, and some are sweet! Pies! Pies!
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| Pu: |
Very impressive.
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| Ge: |
Your first visit to a Holodeck, Doctor?
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| Pu: |
Well, uh... with this level of sophistication. How does it work? The real
London is hundreds of square kilometers in size.
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| Da: |
This is no larger than the Holodeck, of course. So the computer adjusts
by placing the images of more distant perspective on the Holodeck
walls.
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| Ge: |
But, the image's so perfect that you actually have to touch the wall to
know it there and the computer fools you in other ways. I say Holmes.
Where shall we head? The theater, Rule's or a concert perhaps?
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| ? : |
Boy, where you go? Stop him! Stop him! He stole my goods.
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| Da: |
No! It is a ruse. This way.
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| Ge: |
What's over here, Data?
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| Pu: |
What are you doing, Data? Tell us.
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| Da: |
The running youth was a ploy. The real crime is here and the intended
victim is that man, Mr. Jabez Wilson, employee of the Red-headed
League dupe of gang of criminals. I saw this plaque, Home of the Red-headed
League and this rope hanging from the bell which enable me to
deduce that Mr. Jabez Wilson was headed here to meet a most distasteful
and untimely demise. From this!
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| Pu: |
Fraud! You didn't deduce anything. All you did was recognizing
elements from two differnt Holmes stories. Fraud.
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| Da: |
Reasoning, from the general to the specific. Is that not the very
definition of deduction? Is that not the way Sherlock Holmes worked?
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| Pu: |
Variations on a theme? Now, now do you see my point? All that he knows
is stored in his memory banks. Inspiration. Original thought. All the
true strengths of Holmes. It's not possible for our friend. I'll give you
credit for your vast knowledge but your circuits would just short out
if you were confronted with a truely original mystery. It's elementary,
dear Data.
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| Ge: |
No. Wait a minuite, Doctor. We'll see whose circuits short out. Computer, Arch.
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| Pu: |
Are you sure you want to put yourself through this, Lieutenant? Better
wilted laurels than no laurels at all.
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| Ge: |
Computer, overide previous programming. Okay. A program that
definitely challenges Data.
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| Pu: |
Now it has to deal with events, but he has no previous knowledge of.
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| Ge: |
Computer, in the Holmesian style, creat a mystery to confound Data with
an opponent who has the ability to defeat him.
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| Co: |
Define parameters of the program.
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| Pu: |
What does that mean?
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| Ge: |
The computer wants to know how far to take the gain.
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| Pu: |
You mean it's giving you a chance to limit your risk?
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| Ge: |
No, the parameter will be whatever's necessary in order to
accomplish the directive. Creat an adversary capable of defeating
Data.
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| Pu: |
Interesting. The same London, but slightly different.
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| ? : |
Is something wrong, Professor?
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| Mo: |
I, I feel like a new man. That dark fellow there used the word 'Arch' and
then... I wonder. Arch. What have we here?
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| Co: |
Computer standing by.
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| Mo: |
What are you?
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| Co: |
If you refer to the arch you ordered, it provides computer control. Do you
wish to input any commands?
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| Mo: |
Not at this time.
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| ? : |
Aah! It's dark magic, Moriarty.
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| Mo: |
The best kind I'm sure. But I need information.
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| Ge: |
Data, I mean, Holmes old boy, what are we looking for?
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| Da: |
For whatever finds us, my dear Watson.
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| ? : |
Aaaah.
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| Da: |
She's been abducted.
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| Ge: |
Who has?
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| Da: |
The good doctor.
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| Ge: |
Uh. I think she's hiding. She's gonna lead you on a wild goose chase
and recount the story to everyone from here to alpha centauri.
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| Da: |
Watson. The doctor has been carried away by two men. One is tall.
The other is shoter, left-handed and is employed in a laboratory.
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| Ge: |
And how do you know that?
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| Da: |
One set of footfalls is widely spaced. The other is evenly spced,
closer together. Further, on the ground you can see the swirling
scrapes made by his left shoe as he twists behind, presumably to see if
he has being followed. Left-footed means left-handed. The dark colorings of scrapes
are the leavings of the natural rubber, a type of nonconductive sole
used by researchers experimenting with electricity. Finally, there can
be no argument. The game is afoot. Come Watson.
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| Ge: |
Huh.
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