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Organization: Freshman, Art, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA
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Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!cis.ohio-state.edu!news.sei.cmu.edu!fs7.ece.cmu.edu!crabapple.srv.cs.cmu.edu!andrew.cmu.edu!me1g+
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Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative
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Message-ID: <Ee3ehBO00UzxA2gkUw@andrew.cmu.edu>
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Date: Mon, 11 May 1992 13:13:49 -0400
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From: Michael Paul Errante <me1g+@andrew.cmu.edu>
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Subject: Civ Paper
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OK people here is the paper I wrote for my Civ class. I am sending this
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as my very last message this year to this board. Any coments should be
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sent to my e-mail address. I should have enough space for a bunch of
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short comments.
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Hope ye like it.
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Scene: Outside shot of the Enteprise orbiting a red orange planet.
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Picard voice over: Captains Log Stardate 60107.4023. We have just finshed
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repairing the damage to science station on Seemu 3 and are proceeding to leave
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orbit for a rondeavouz with the Hood. I am hopeful that our journey will go
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without interuption for my crew has earned a rest.
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Scene: Main bridge. Worf is at tactical, Riker is in his chair. Troi is in
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hers', wearing her blue dress uniform. Data has navigation and Wes is at the
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con. Several nameless ensigns are at the stations behind tactical. The
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captian enters from his ready room.
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Riker stands: We are ready to leave orbit sir, just waiting for your
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command.
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Picard, sitting in his command chair: Ensign Crusher plot a course heading
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345.8 by 764.3. Warp 4.
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Wes: Course set and laid in sir.
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Picard:Engage. Number one you have the bridge, I will be in my quarters.
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Riker: Can't wait to finish that book, eh captain.
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Picard: Yes Will, I just love Shakespeare. I am just finishing with Hamlet
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right now. I can't wait to see how Ophelia reacts to the news of her fathers
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death at Hamlets hands.
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Nameless Ensign #1: She kills herself.
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Picard: What?
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Nameless Ensign #1: She kills herself, goes batty and thinks shes a fish.
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It's all very beautiful. (He turns around, it is Q) At least thats what I've
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been told.
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Picard: Q.
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Cut to opening.
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Picard voice over: Space the final frontier. These are the voyages of the
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Starship Enterprise. It's ongoing mission to explore strange new
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civilizations, to . To boldly go where no one has gone before.
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Lots of nifty space shots, and the Enterprise zooming all over the place.
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Commercial-
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Scene: Outer shot of the Enterprise in warp. Title in the upper right
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corner. ATW-Q.
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Picard: Q.
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Q: Pi-card.
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Riker: What the hell do want Q?
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Q: Commander Riker, still the silver tongue aren't we.
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Picard: Q! What are you doing here. I thought you out exploring dead
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civilizations with Vash.
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Q: She got, well, upset when I brought an extinct lifeform back into
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existence and it mauled a team of archeologist. So I left her there to help
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them patch things up. What have you been up to to Picard? Read any good
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books lately?
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Data: Captain Picard was remarking on a book when you made your presence
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known, and since you did comment on it you already know the answer to the
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question,I do not understand your reasoning for the question.
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Q: It was a joke you insufferable android. Something you are not capable of
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understanding.
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Worf: Captain, permission to escort our 'visitor' off the bridge.
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Q: Try it and end up a cow.
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Data: There are several religions where being a cow is considered an honor.
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The Hindus of Earth, the Deraks of Glorfinch, the Semba of...
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Picard: Not now Mr. Data. Permission denied Mr. Worf. What is it you want
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Q.
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Q: I just want to be friends, Jean-Luc.
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Riker: Sir, I say we just ignore him, maybe he'll get the hint and go away.
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Picard: I only wish we could, but I think that solution is not a
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possibility.
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Q: Stop talking about me as if I'm not here, it really bugs me. Now please,
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just hear me out.
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Picard: As if I could stop you.
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Worf: I could try.
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Troi: Commander, I am sensing intense hostility from Leutenient Worf.
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Picard: What is it that you are going to do to us Q. Get on with it or
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leave.
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Q: Well, it has come to my attention that you don't have a firm grasp on the
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interconnectedness of things.
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Riker: Just what does that mean.
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Q: It all very zen. First you have to understand the collective
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unconscious.
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Wes: What's the collective unconscious.
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Data: Accessing. The collective unconscious is a term coined by Karl Jung
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on twentieth century earth. The basic idea behind it is that all the
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experiences of every sentient being in the universe can be accessed and used
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by those who follow them.
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Wes: Oh, I may have to do an experiment on that someday.
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Q: You do that kid. I'm sure you'll find something out, or kill your mom
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again.
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Wes: That was an accident, I was just trying to improve...
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Picard: Please Wes, we have more important things at hand than you. What
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are you getting at Q.
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Q: Well I was trying to explain that you have no sense of continuity. Sure
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you occasionally run into someone you've met before but you never see the
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reprocussions of what you've done. if you did you would realize that you
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should be at war with the Cardassians, after all the last time you looked they
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were gearing up for a war.
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Picard: SO they thought twice about attacking us. Who would blame them. I
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know how the past can come back to haunt you, look at what happened with Yar.
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Q: Yes what happened with Yar. Is her legacy dead or will her granddaughter
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come back for revenge next. You know nothing of how one thing can affect an
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entire civilization.
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Riker: And I suppose you are going to show us.
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Q: I had just planned on telling you but since you suggest it. Let's give it
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a try.
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Q snaps his fingers, and disappears in his usual flash of light. Another
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flash at each of the bridge crew disappears, except the nameless ensigns. Troi
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and Wesley.
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Scene: England, 1601. Picard appears in a flash of light alone. He is
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dressed in a simple frock and worn trousers, both brown. He glances around in
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disaray.
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Picard: Q, where are you? What have you done? I demand that I be put back
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on the Enterprise immediately.
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Wandering Person #1: Oi, mister you best not be talkin' to yerself.
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Someones gonna take ya as a crazy and trow ya in da loonie bin.
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Picard: My fine man, would you care to tell me in which city I am in, and ,
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ah, what the date is.
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Wandering Person#1: Sure mister, yer in W England, and it's June 14 1601.
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Picard: How very interesting. Thank you.
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Scene: Roman hall. Worf appears, he is missing the head ridges. He is
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wearing a white toga. A group of men are conferring near him. He slips
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behind a column to conceal himself.
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Senator #1: We must strike now, for the good of the Empire. Caesar must
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die.
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Senator #2: We must be unanimous, are ye with us Brutus.
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Brutus: I...I do not know. Caesar is my friend, he has put his trust in me.
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I cannot betray that.
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Senator #1: The good of the Roman Empire comes before any one man, even
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Caesar.
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Brutus: True, but is it necessary to...k...k...kill him. Could we not try
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to reason with him. Show him he is hurting the Empire. He would listen.
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Senator #3: Caesar is not the man we once knew. His mind has changed since
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he has gotten power over the entire Empire.
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Brutus: Ai, I know what you say is truth, it is just hard to accept. I am
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with you. May Caesar forgive me, I am with you.
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Scene: Lobby of some sorts, restroom signs are seen on the wall behind Riker
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is dressed in a simple outfit of jeans and a shirt that has a blue three
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quarter sleeves on it. Several people around him are jumping around, laughing
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and screaming. He looks around and sees a poster. Bette Midler at the Red
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Rocks Apitheater with a large sold out sign over it. The date was Sept 14,
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1973.
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Riker: Q, where the hell am I.
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Screaming Fan Boy #1: Come on man, Bette's about to come back on.
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Riker moved with the flow of the crowd toward an open ampitheater door.
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Scene: Outdoors, near a forest of some sort. Data appears wearing a pair of
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overalls, a white shirt and a wide brimmed straw hat. He looks about.
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Data: Interesting. It would appear that I am now in the south France,
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sometime near the end of the eighteenth century. Q must have placed me here.
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I believe that the best course of action is to locate some form of shelter
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and....
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The aindroids head cocked sideways slightly.
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Data: Strange, apparently my programming cannot come up with a proper
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sequence that I should follow. I shall have to run a diagnostic on them when
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I get back to the ship.
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Data headed away from the forest, attempting to whistle while doing so.
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-Commercial
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Scene: England 1601.
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Picard is wandering along the street, he approaches a large building, opens
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the door and enters.
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Scene: A theater of sorts. Seats are located on the upper level only. The
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stage is several feet off the ground. The stage is not set at all.
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Actor #1: I don't think he's going to show today.
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Actor #2: Why not?
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Actor #1: He was having trouble with a scene. He probably is still working
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on it.
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Actor#2: Well then. If he is not going to be here, what are we to do.
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Picard: Pardon me.
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Actor #1: There is no performance today good sir. You are not supposed to
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be here, please leave.
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Picard: This is the Globe theater?
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Actor #2: Yes.
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Picard: Ah, then would it be possible for me to see William Shakespeare,
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if it is no problem.
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Actor #3: He is not here yet, and we don't quite expect him anymore.
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Picard: Do you know where I may find him.
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Actor #1: Have you tried him rooms?
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Scene: South France. Data has taken to walking along a road. He sees a
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cottage off the road and begins heading for it. He is humming.
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Scene: Enterprise Bridge. Geordi is sitting in Rikers chair. Wes is at the
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con. Troi is in her chair. Dr. Crusher is standing next to Troi. Nameless
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ensigns are at all other stations. The captains chair is empty.
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Troi voice over: Counselors log, supplemental. The crew is holding together
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well enough, considering the chain of command has been completely obliterated.
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Q has yet to resurface and offer any sort of explanation. I am most
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concerned about Geordi. The mantle of command has fallen to him,and he is
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very inexperienced, and worried if he will make the correct decisions.
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Geordi: Ensign Crusher, set a search pattern to search this quadrant.
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Long range sensors.
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Wes: Course set and laid in, sir.
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Geordi: Engage.
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Troi: Don't worry Geordi. We'll find them soon enough.
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Geordi: But how Counsellor. Q could have sent them anywhere, and he
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probably did.
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Dr. Crusher: Did Q mention anything that might give us a lead to where they
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are.
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Wes: Well he was talking about zen, and unconscious and changing
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civilization.
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Dr. Crusher: You don't suppose he sent them back to change history, just to
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prove it can be done.
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Geordi: We don't even know if Q is capable of something like time travel.
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Troi: He has seemed confidant in his omnipotence.
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Geordi: I guess we'll just have to wait this one out.
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Scene: Roman Senate. Worf is making his way down near the floor. He walks
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over to Brutus.
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Worf: You will derive no honor from this act.
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Brutus: What? I don't know you do I.
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Worf: (Shaking his head) No you do not, but I know of you and what you plan
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to do. You will suffer if you go through with this treasonous act.
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Brutus: But it is for the good of the Empire, that is not treason.
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Worf: Somethings come before an Empire. Honor is one of them. You will be
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dishonored.
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Worf turns and walks away. Brutus turns and raises his hand, almost
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shouting, but stopping. His head drops in thought.
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Scene: Red Rocks Ampitheater. Riker has just come through the doors, he can
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barely hear the piano that is solely playing on the stage. The light shines
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off the players white outfit. He listens. Chopins' prelude n C minor drifts
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to his ears. He stops, caught up in the music. He looks up, the sky is a
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deep indigo, stars gleaming. The song changes from the normal one. Rikers
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attention is moved back to the stage.
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Riker: Beautiful. Beautiful music.
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Scene: Cottage in S. France. Data has arrived at the cottage.
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Data: Odd, I do not understand how I came to come to this cottage. I wonder
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if this is more of Qs' doing.
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He Knocks.
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Data: Is there anyone in residence here.
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He knocks again. We hear noise from inside. The door opens a man with a red
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beard is in the door. He raises his hand to shield his eyes from the sun.
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Data: Pardon me sir,...
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Van Gogh: Vincent, my name is Vincent. What is it you would be wanting of
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my. Not a portrait I am sure.
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Data: No thank you. I would like (he is caught for a reason) somewhere I
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could stay for the evening. I am a...traveler from far away.
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Van Gogh: You can stay on my floor if that suits you at all.
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Data: That will be acceptable, I am sure.
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Van Gogh opens the door for Data to enter. Data goes in. Van Gogh closes
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the door.
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Scene: An interior room. Picard is sitting on a chair, there is one other
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opposite. A desk is in the corner by the window, a stack of papers on it.
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Shakespeare' voice: I hope that tea is acceptable, Jean-Luc.
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Picard: (laughing to himself) Yes tea will do quite nicely.
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Shakespeare: (entering, and sitting on the chair) I am sorry you had to go
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through all the trouble of finding me. It must have been hard for you to get
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here from France.
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Picard: It isn't how I got here that worries me, it's how to get back.
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Shakespeare: If you need work, I am sure the theater could use you for a few
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weeks, building or something.
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Picard: No money isn't the problem, it's time.
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Shakespeare: I do not understand, do you have an engagement you have to get
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to.
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Picard: Not quite, but I'll leave it at that. I wanted to ask you about your
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plays, especially the new one, Hamlet.
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Shakespeare: A rather tragic tragedy. It has the makings of a very good
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play. Love, betrayal, revenge and death. Lots of death. Almost everyone
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died.
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Picard: But why must everyone die? Couldn't several live.
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Shakespeare: Then it wouldn't be a real tragedy. Tragedy takes place best
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when there is the most at stake and all is lost. When people get pulled down
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because of only a small commitment to a main character. If people believe the
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small characters and they suffer, the audience suffers along with them. And
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if their suffering causes a lead player to suffer, all the more it is felt by
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the audience. If the audience is drawn in, then it will be a good play. Only
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one or two of the smaller main characters can live, after all we need someone
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who could have told the story.
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Scene: South France. A decent sized room with several painted canvases in
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it. Data is sitting at a table with some flowers on it. Vincent brings some
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wine to the table.
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Van Gogh: It gets terribly lonesome out here at time, but the quiet is good
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for my work.
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Data: I find that your work is quiet, unsettleing to most people.
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Van Gogh: There is a problem. People see my work as vulgar, I see it at a
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perfect chance to manipulate the world that I live in to better suit my needs.
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My work is in based in reality, but I don't limit myself to it. I put down
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the color I think they could be.
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Data: People have a great fear of the different, of the unknown.
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Van Gogh: True, true. If people could think like me, then maybe they could
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understand what I paint. If they lived as I have lived, or knew of how I have
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lived maybe they could understand what I paint. But they do not.
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Data: I wish I could.
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Van Gogh: I wish you could, also. Come sit over here, the light is much
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better.
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Scene: Ancient Rome. The senate has conveened and Ceaser is down on the
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floor Several senators surround him at a distance.
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Caesar:...with the aid of the people. We can drive the northerners back
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north, if we are united as a people. I have let you the people appoint the
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senators, and under their council I have decided that we must strike before
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the barbarians. We must keep them from our homeland, we must keep the Empire
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pure and strong.
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As he ends the croud cheers. Caeser gets down off the podium as the cheers
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subside. The croud filters out. The senators group up. Worf can be seen
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walking against the crowd, towards the floor.
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Senator #2: See Brutus, he is bringing us into a war that we have no need to
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be in. We must strike now, before he can cause much damage.
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Brutus: No, I cannot allow this. I will not betray my friend.
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Senator: Then you betray your country. Come fellows, we must still strike.
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They move towards Caesar.
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Brutus: CAESAR, BEWARE.
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Senator #1 turns around, pulls a knife from his toga and stabs Brutus in the
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stomach. Brutus falls. Caesar turns.
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Caesar: What treachery is this. My friend Brutus, killed before my eyes. I
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swear by my soul, he shal be avenged.
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Caesar pulls a knife from beneath his toga and begins towards Senator #1. As
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he passes the other senators they form a ring around him. Each pulling a
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knife from their toga.
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Caesar: Tis treachery most foul. Am I to be sacrificed for the advancement
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of your careers. I think not. I shall not go meekly and I shall not go
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alone.
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He lunges toward Seantor #1 and cuts deply into his side. The other senators
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close the circle. Worf appears and grabs one of the senators, throws him
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across the room, he lands on his shoulder, he writhes in pain. Several
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senators break off from the assault on Caesar to attack Worf. He dispatches
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them quite easily. He picks up one of the knives and moves to aid Caesar.
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Caesar has held his own fairly, two senators lie at his feet, he is bleeding
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from three places. Worf wades in to the mass of senators and begins slashing,
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hitting kicking and head butting anything in range. The senators break from
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Caesar and concentrate on Worf. We see him cut several times. The senators
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begin to fall from the combiuned assault of Worf and Caesar. When the last
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one falls Worf drops his blade. Caesar puts an arm around Worf.
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Caesar: Well fought. I thank you for the aid, if not for you I would be
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fallen. As is my dearest friend, Brutus.
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Worf: I could not allow such a dishonorable act to go unchallenged. I am
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satisfied that we both survived.
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Caesar: I will have to be more carefull who I trust in the future. I will
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have to rule with a stronger hand. If treachery as this is to be avoided.
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Caesar turns toward Brutuses' corpse. Worf disappears in a flash of light.
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Scene: Red Rocks Ampitheater. Riker is listening to the song as it comes to
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a close. He begins to applaud. He disappears in a flash of light.
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Scene: Bridge of the Enterprise. Same as before except Dr. Crusher is
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missing.
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Geordi: I'm about ready to give up on this one. We can find no trace of the
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Captian, Riker, Data or Worf. I don't think Q left any.
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Troi: Don't worry. We'll find them...eventually.
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There is a flash of light and Captian Picard, Riker, Data and Worf are all
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back on the bridge, in Starfleet uniform.
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Geordi: Captian...Riker...Data...Worf...where have you been?
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Captian: Apparently Q sent us back in time. I had a most interesting
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conversation with William Shakespeare. What happened to you Will?
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Riker: I went to a Bette Midler concertin 1973 where some man was playing a
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most amazing song.
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Picard: Bette Midler?
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Data: Accessing. Bette Midler, a preformer during the later half of the
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twentith century. I believe the man in question could be Barry Manilow. He
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played on her first tour which took place in that year.
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Picard: Thank you Data, now tell us what you did.
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Data: I talked with Vincent Van Gogh, and had my portrait painted by him.
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Picard: That is spectacular, I would enjoy seeing how he painted you.
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Data: Since there is no record of it in my memory, I do not think that it
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was actually painted.
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Picard: That is to bad, I am sure it was beautiful. Worf?
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Worf has taken leave of the small group and taken his post. Several wet
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blood stains can be seen on his uniform.
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Riker: Worf, your bleeding.
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Picard taps his communicator.
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Picard: Picard to sick bay. Dr Crusher to the bridge, medical emergency.
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Worf: I shall be fine, sir.
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Picard: How did it happen Worf?
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Geordi: Where did you go, Romulus?
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Worf: I was sent back to...Sir there is an unidentified ship approaching us
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on an intercept course. Warp 7.
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Every one takes their normal positons at this time. The namless ensigns that
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are replaced move to the turbolift.
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Pircard: Estimated time to intercept.
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Worf: Sixteen miniutes, sir.
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Picard: Hail them.
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Worf: No response.
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Picard: Keep hailing them, Leutenant. Sugestions Number one?
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Riker: Shields up and arm phasers.
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PIcard: Make it so.
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Worf: Shields up, pharsers are armed and ready.
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Dr. Cruher arrives in the turbolift.
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Dr. Crusher: It's good to see you again, Jean-Luc. Which one is my patient.
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Picard: Lt. Worf.
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Dr. Crusher goes over to examine him, popping the scanner from the medical
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tricorder she carries.
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Dr. Crusher: What happened to you Worf, you have several broken bones,
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multiple cuts and quite a few abrasions.
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Worf: I will be fine Dr. Crusher, please leave me to my duty.
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Dr. Crusher: As cheif medical oficer I order you to report to sick bay.
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Picard: Go down to sick bay Worf. We need you in top condition A.S.A.P.
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Worf: ...Yes, sir.
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Worf and Dr. Crusher leave in the turbolift. Riker takes tactical.
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Data: Time till intercept is now ten miniutes forty seconds.
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Picard: Any respone to our hails.
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Riker: None, sir. The other ship has power to weapons and shields. Sir, it
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looks like one of ours.
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Picard: On screen.
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The ship appears to be similar in design to a Galaxy class, except it is
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larger, and has a more foward tilt to it.
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Data: Time to intercept four miniutes sixteen seconds.
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Picard: Slow to impulse.
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Riker: Sir they are hailing us.
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Picard: On screen.
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The other ship is set just like the Enterprise. The Captian is seated in his
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chair. He is in his late thirties, short brown hair.
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Picard: I am Captian Jean-Luc Picard of the Starship Enterprise. What is it
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you want from us.
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Captian: I am Captian Marc Fredrickson of the Starship Guenivere. Either
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surrender yourselves to the Empire, or be destroyed.
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Picard: Empire, what Empire?
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Captian: The Galactic Roman Empire.
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Picard: The empire fell a milenia ago. What is it you really want?
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Captian: I will not repeat this again. Either surrunder your ship, or be
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destroyed.
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Picard: I will not give up my ship to an Empire that does not exist.
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Captian: Have it your way.
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The viewscreen switches back to a shot of the enemy ship. It begins moving.
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A volley of photon torpeedoes fly out from it and hit the Enterprise. The
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ship rocks violently.
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Picard: Evasive manuvers Alpha six. Status Number one.
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Riker: Shiels are at eibghty four percent. No damage.
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Picard: Fire at will, attempy to disable it before destroyong it.
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Riker: Aye, sir. Phasers fired.
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A beam of red light stabbed out at the other ship, but was absorbed by it's
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shield. The ship reciprocated the attack.
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Riker: Shields at fifty four percent. There in damage to decks thirty five
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and seventeen. Evacuating and sealing them off.
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Another volley hits the Enterprise.
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Riker: Sir, we've practically lost shields. I propose we try warp out of
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here and repair the damage.
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Picard: I don't think they are going to let us just go like that.
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Riker: We cloud sepatate the saucer section, at least we could save some of
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the crew.
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Picard: Make it so.
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Riker taps his communicator.
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Riker: This is Commander Riker. All hand prepare for an emergency saucer
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section separation. I repeat all hand prepare for an emergency saucer
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separation.
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Everyone begins to shuffle about, Picard, Data and Riker head for the Turbo
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lift.
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Picard: Will, you stay here. You are needed.
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Riker: It has been a pleasure, sir.
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Picard: For me too, Will.
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The turbolift doors slide shut.
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Riker walks to the center of the bridge.
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Riker: Ensign crusher set a course fro Starbase 125.
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Wes: Course set and laid in, sir.
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Riker: Wait for my order, then punch us out of here at Warp 9.
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Picard Voice over: Number one, commander Data and I are ready when ever you
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are.
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Riker: Initiate saucer separation seq..
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A fourth volley of photon torpeedoes slammed through the shields and into the
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side of the Enterprise.
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Riker: Separate the saucer, NOW.
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Wes: Saucer separated.
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Riker: Engage.
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Geordi: Sorry sir, but we've lost warp engines. We're sitting ducks.
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Riker: Then all we can do is pray for a miracle.
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The fifth folley cut the antimatter containment field to shreds. There was a
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large flash of light.
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