Cr: |
If you were any more perfect, Data, I'd have to write you up in a
starfleet medical text book.
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Da: |
I'm already listed in several biomechanical texts, Doctor.
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Cr: |
Yes, of course. You're next, Lieutenant.
Normal, all across. Except, why are you perspiring, Lieutenant?
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Ge: |
I suppose because you have it too hot in here. What else would it be?
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R: |
That doesn't sound like you, Geordi.
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Ge: |
Um, well, maybe it's not. Maybe she threw her voice.
Hey! It's a joke.
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Cr: |
Of course. But I would like to run, ah, one or two more tests on you,
Lieutenant.
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Ge: |
Ha.....
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Cr: |
Sick bay to bridge.
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P: |
Picard here, go ahead, Doctor.
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Cr: |
I'm confining Lieutenant La Forge to sic bay until further notice.
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P: |
Do we have a problem, Doctor?
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Cr: |
I don't know yet.
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R: |
Data, I need help in locating some library computer information?
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Da: |
Specifics, sir?
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R: |
All I have is a vague memory of reading somewhere about someone taking a shower
in his or her clothing.
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Da: |
Ha, the body Geordi discovered.
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R: |
I believe it may have happened before.
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Da: |
To someone, somewhere.
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R: |
This ought to be easy for someone written up in biomechanical texts.
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Da: |
About that, sir. Does the doctor believe I was boasting?
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R: |
Probably. This may take some time?
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Da: |
At least several hours. But what I said was a statement of fact.
Perhaps she will look it up.
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R: |
You can depend on it.
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We: |
It's a model of the same kind of tractor beam our ship uses
with a few ideas of my own added.
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Ge: |
So that's your science project, huh? Wes, you're really something.
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We: |
And since the Captain won't let me on the bridge, I use this to
imagine I'm there."Take the helm, Mr., Crusher. Set a course for
37 mark 180, warp6."
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Ge: |
That's the Captain's voice.
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We: |
It's piece togethered form while I use this intercom. With this I
can pretend he's ordering me to take the Enterprise anywhere.
And listen to this. "Chief Engineer, report to the Bridge.
Commander Riker, report to the Bridge. Dr. Crusher report to
the Bridge." What do you think?
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Ge: |
I think the Captain's lucky you're on his side.
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We: |
But he still won't let me on the Bridge. There is nothing there
I don't understand.
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Ge: |
I wish I understand myself that well.
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We: |
Are you OK?
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Ge: |
No, suddenly I seem to be burning up inside. It's so hot in here.
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Ta: |
Geordi, Geordi, Lieutenant Yar in the observation lounge. Send a team
here now. Medical's been worried about you.
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Ge: |
Help me. Help me to not give in to the wild things coming
into my mind.
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Ta: |
Geordi, my job is security.
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Ge: |
Tasha please.
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Ta: |
All right. All right, helping is more important. Geordi, how can
I help you?
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Ge: |
Help me to see like you do.
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Ta: |
But you already see better than I can.
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Ge: |
I see more. But more isn't better.
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Ta: |
Geordi, please put these back.....
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Ge: |
I want to see in shallow, dim, beautiful human ways.
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Ta: |
We'll talk about it Geordi. Right now I'm going to take you to
sick bay. All right?
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Ge: |
Yeah.
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Ta: |
OK. Good.
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