Neomaterialist Theories: Cultural narrative, cultural postsemioticist theory and Marxism
Not if I weaken first or last. We know you're dealing in stolen ore. But I wanna talk about the assassination attempt on Lieutenant Worf. Talk about going nowhere fast. We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. I'm afraid I still don't understand, sir. In all trust, there is the possibility for betrayal. You're going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. You enjoyed that. What? We're not at all alike! Now we know what they mean by 'advanced' tactical training. I'll be sure to note that in my log. Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence. Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you.
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. Sorry, Data. Wait a minute - you've been declared dead. You can't give orders around here. Damage report! Is it my imagination, or have tempers become a little frayed on the ship lately? Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named "Enterprise."
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I recommend you don't fire until you're within 40,000 kilometers. Computer, lights up! When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. This is not about revenge. This is about justice. Shields up! Rrrrred alert! That might've been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet.
Yes, absolutely, I do indeed concur, wholeheartedly! We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. Computer, belay that order. Your head is not an artifact! The game's not big enough unless it scares you a little. You enjoyed that. A surprise party? Mr. Worf, I hate surprise parties. I would *never* do that to you. I will obey your orders.
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I will serve this ship as First Officer. And in an attack against the Enterprise, I will die with this crew. But I will not break my oath of loyalty to Starfleet. Congratulations - you just destroyed the Enterprise. Sure. You'd be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? I'll be sure to note that in my log. Then maybe you should consider this: if anything happens to them, Starfleet is going to want a full investigation.
For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. You bet I'm agitated! I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane. I guess it's better to be lucky than good. Wait a minute - you've been declared dead. You can't give orders around here. Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named "Enterprise." Yes, absolutely, I do indeed concur, wholeheartedly! Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who's asking his friend if he can start dating his sister. We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. Your shields were failing, sir. And blowing into maximum warp speed, you appeared for an instant to be in two places at once. Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. Well, that's certainly good to know. We know you're dealing in stolen ore. But I wanna talk about the assassination attempt on Lieutenant Worf.