Post by AREA666 on Mar 30, 2006 23:06:52 GMT -5
So if anybody else out there other then me is a Star Trek fan, or atleast a computer geek you should like this.
What if Data were Windows 95 compatible?
WORF: Captain, there are three Romulan warships uncloaking
dead ahead.
PICARD: Make it so.
[The screen blanks, and then an image appears, with big,
blocky square pixels. Three objects appear in the center,
which could be Romulan warbirds, but which actually look
more like the aliens in Space Invaders.]
PICARD: Data, open a hailing channel to the Romulans.
DATA: Aye, sir.
[Data picks up an hourglass from the floor beside him, turns it
over, and places it on the console in front of him. He punches
some buttons on the console and sits motionless for several
seconds. A flash of light blossoms from one of the Romulan
ships on the viewscreen.]
WORF: Incoming plasma torpedo, Captain!
PICARD: Shields up!
DATA: I'm sorry, Captain, but I am still attempting to
complete your last instruction. I must ask you to wait until I
have finished before you issue your next command.
PICARD: What on earth do you mean? Data, this is
*important*! I want those shields up *right now*.
DATA: I'm sorry, Captain, but I am still attempting to
complete your last instruction. I must ask you to wait until I
have finished before you issue your next command.
LAFORGE: Allow me, captain. [to Data] Control-alt-delete,
Data.
[Data removes the hourglass from the console, and returns it
to the floor.]
DATA: The Romulans are not responding to my hails. Press my
nose to cancel and return to Windows. Pull my left ear to
close this communications channel which is not responding.
You will lose any information sent by the Romulans.
[LaForge pulls Data's left ear.]
PICARD: Shields...
[There is a tremendous explosion. The bridge shakes violently,
and all the crew members are thrown to the floor. A shower of
sparks erupts from Wesley Crusher's station at the helm,
throwing Wesley back away from the console.]
PICARD: Up, Data!
DATA: Aye, sir.
RIKER: All decks, damage report!
WORF: Captain, Ensign Crusher is injured. He appears to be
unconscious.
[Data picks up the hourglass again, places it on his console,
and punches some more buttons. He waits a few seconds,
then puts the hourglass back on the floor.]
DATA: Shields are now up, captain.
PICARD: And not a moment too soon. Worf, lock all phasers
on the lead Romulan ship.
WORF: Aye, sir. [He punches buttons on the weapons
console.]
PICARD: Mr. Data, take the helm, and prepare for evasive
action.
DATA: I am sorry, sir, but I do not have the proper device
driver installed for that console.
PICARD: Well, damn it, install the right one.
DATA: Please insert Setup Implant #1 in my right nostril.
PICARD: Number One, where do we keep Data's setup
implants?
RIKER: I left them with Geordi.
LAFORGE: [in a surprised voice] What!!? I thought you still
had them!
PICARD: Data, don't you have device drivers stored in your
internal memory?
DATA: Not found, sir. Please insert Setup Implant #1 in my
right nostril.
PICARD: Data, I don't *have* Setup Implant #1.
DATA: Not ready reading right nostril. Abort, Retry, Fail?
PICARD: Abort!
DATA: Not ready reading right nostril. Abort, Retry, Fail?
PICARD: Well, fail, then!
DATA: Current nose is no longer valid.
[Data walks over to the helm, and presses several buttons.
The ship lurches, the images of the Romulan warships
suddenly shift to one side of the viewscreen, and a
high-pitched whining noise is heard coming from somewhere
else in the ship.]
LAFORGE: [alarmed] Data, what the hell are you doing?
PICARD: Number One, do we have a customer service number
for Data?
RIKER: Yes sir, but last time I tried to call them, I got put on
hold for two hours before I was able to talk to anyone. And
that person wasn't knowledgeable about androids of Data's
model. She specialized in industrial control robots.
[Suddenly, the lights all go out, the viewscreen goes blank,
and all the usual noise of fans, motors, and so on whines to a
halt. After a few seconds, the red emergency lights come on.
Data is standing by the console, absolutely motionless.]
PICARD: What's going on?
LAFORGE: [checking the helm console] Lieutenant Data has
caused a General Protection Violation in the warp engine core.
PICARD: These androids look really sharp, but you can't really
do anything with them.
[The shimmer of the transporter effect appears, and six
Romulans in full battle dress materialize on the bridge. A
seventh figure, a Ferengi, appears moments later.]
FERENGI: [with a mercenary grin] Can I interest you in a
Macintosh, Captain?
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What if Data were Windows 95 compatible?
WORF: Captain, there are three Romulan warships uncloaking
dead ahead.
PICARD: Make it so.
[The screen blanks, and then an image appears, with big,
blocky square pixels. Three objects appear in the center,
which could be Romulan warbirds, but which actually look
more like the aliens in Space Invaders.]
PICARD: Data, open a hailing channel to the Romulans.
DATA: Aye, sir.
[Data picks up an hourglass from the floor beside him, turns it
over, and places it on the console in front of him. He punches
some buttons on the console and sits motionless for several
seconds. A flash of light blossoms from one of the Romulan
ships on the viewscreen.]
WORF: Incoming plasma torpedo, Captain!
PICARD: Shields up!
DATA: I'm sorry, Captain, but I am still attempting to
complete your last instruction. I must ask you to wait until I
have finished before you issue your next command.
PICARD: What on earth do you mean? Data, this is
*important*! I want those shields up *right now*.
DATA: I'm sorry, Captain, but I am still attempting to
complete your last instruction. I must ask you to wait until I
have finished before you issue your next command.
LAFORGE: Allow me, captain. [to Data] Control-alt-delete,
Data.
[Data removes the hourglass from the console, and returns it
to the floor.]
DATA: The Romulans are not responding to my hails. Press my
nose to cancel and return to Windows. Pull my left ear to
close this communications channel which is not responding.
You will lose any information sent by the Romulans.
[LaForge pulls Data's left ear.]
PICARD: Shields...
[There is a tremendous explosion. The bridge shakes violently,
and all the crew members are thrown to the floor. A shower of
sparks erupts from Wesley Crusher's station at the helm,
throwing Wesley back away from the console.]
PICARD: Up, Data!
DATA: Aye, sir.
RIKER: All decks, damage report!
WORF: Captain, Ensign Crusher is injured. He appears to be
unconscious.
[Data picks up the hourglass again, places it on his console,
and punches some more buttons. He waits a few seconds,
then puts the hourglass back on the floor.]
DATA: Shields are now up, captain.
PICARD: And not a moment too soon. Worf, lock all phasers
on the lead Romulan ship.
WORF: Aye, sir. [He punches buttons on the weapons
console.]
PICARD: Mr. Data, take the helm, and prepare for evasive
action.
DATA: I am sorry, sir, but I do not have the proper device
driver installed for that console.
PICARD: Well, damn it, install the right one.
DATA: Please insert Setup Implant #1 in my right nostril.
PICARD: Number One, where do we keep Data's setup
implants?
RIKER: I left them with Geordi.
LAFORGE: [in a surprised voice] What!!? I thought you still
had them!
PICARD: Data, don't you have device drivers stored in your
internal memory?
DATA: Not found, sir. Please insert Setup Implant #1 in my
right nostril.
PICARD: Data, I don't *have* Setup Implant #1.
DATA: Not ready reading right nostril. Abort, Retry, Fail?
PICARD: Abort!
DATA: Not ready reading right nostril. Abort, Retry, Fail?
PICARD: Well, fail, then!
DATA: Current nose is no longer valid.
[Data walks over to the helm, and presses several buttons.
The ship lurches, the images of the Romulan warships
suddenly shift to one side of the viewscreen, and a
high-pitched whining noise is heard coming from somewhere
else in the ship.]
LAFORGE: [alarmed] Data, what the hell are you doing?
PICARD: Number One, do we have a customer service number
for Data?
RIKER: Yes sir, but last time I tried to call them, I got put on
hold for two hours before I was able to talk to anyone. And
that person wasn't knowledgeable about androids of Data's
model. She specialized in industrial control robots.
[Suddenly, the lights all go out, the viewscreen goes blank,
and all the usual noise of fans, motors, and so on whines to a
halt. After a few seconds, the red emergency lights come on.
Data is standing by the console, absolutely motionless.]
PICARD: What's going on?
LAFORGE: [checking the helm console] Lieutenant Data has
caused a General Protection Violation in the warp engine core.
PICARD: These androids look really sharp, but you can't really
do anything with them.
[The shimmer of the transporter effect appears, and six
Romulans in full battle dress materialize on the bridge. A
seventh figure, a Ferengi, appears moments later.]
FERENGI: [with a mercenary grin] Can I interest you in a
Macintosh, Captain?
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