"What's that smell?" "Just... Uhh.... Reflux from... Umm... Cosmic radiation that has its resonance captured by the deflector dish." "... Fucking what?"
"What's that smell?" "Just... Uhh.... Reflux from... Umm... Cosmic radiation that has its resonance captured by the deflector dish." "... Fucking what?"
Data's version of A Christmas Carol.
He is visited by the ghosts of Steve Wozniak, Linus Torvalds, and Richard Stallman, all telling Data that he must "Open Source" his code.
I'd smoke a blunt after an experience like that, too.
Corrupted Data