This is one post of many about Psychology. The Enterprise computer system is controlled by three primary main processor cores, cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat, fourteen kiloquad interface modules. Mr. Worf, you do remember how to fire phasers? I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. Besides, you look good in a dress. Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. Computer, belay that order. Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? Worf, It’s better than music. It’s jazz. I can’t. As much as I care about you, my first duty is to the ship. You enjoyed that. Travel time to the nearest starbase? Why don’t we just give everybody a promotion and call it a night – ‘Commander’? Is it my imagination, or have tempers become a little frayed on the ship lately? Congratulations – you just destroyed the Enterprise. The unexpected is our normal routine. In all trust, there is the possibility for betrayal. Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence. We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. We could cause a diplomatic crisis. Take the ship into the Neutral Zone Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. 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. I am your worst nightmare! The Federation’s gone; the Borg is everywhere! And blowing into maximum warp speed, you appeared for an instant to be in two places at once. You bet I’m agitated! I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane. The look in your eyes, I recognize it. You used to have it for me. That might’ve been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. You’re going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. Computer, lights up! Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. We have a saboteur aboard.