Loren Ipsum: Space Filler

DJ Doing his thang!

Sure. You’d be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. I recommend you don’t fire until you’re within 40,000 kilometers. We have a saboteur aboard. Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? Not if I weaken first. My oath is between Captain Kargan and myself. Your only concern is with how you obey my orders. Or do you prefer the rank of prisoner to that of lieutenant? Yes, absolutely, I do indeed concur, wholeheartedly! For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. You’re going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. Computer, belay that order. Sorry, Data. I’d like to think that I haven’t changed those things, sir. But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. The Enterprise computer system is controlled by three primary main processor cores, cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat, fourteen kiloquad interface modules. Wait a minute – you’ve been declared dead. You can’t give orders around here. Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. How long can two people talk about nothing? Worf, It’s better than music. It’s jazz. You bet I’m agitated! I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane. Ensign Babyface!