About four years. I got tired of hearing how young I looked. Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? I'd like to think that I haven't changed those things, sir. Not if I weaken first. Mr. Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. I guess it's better to be lucky than good. This should be interesting. Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches... and Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion? This is not about revenge. This is about justice. The Enterprise computer system is controlled by three primary main processor cores, cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat, fourteen kiloquad interface modules. Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. Now we know what they mean by 'advanced' tactical training. But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. You're going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? Congratulations - you just destroyed the Enterprise. I'll be sure to note that in my log. We could cause a diplomatic crisis. Take the ship into the Neutral Zone Wait a minute - you've been declared dead. You can't give orders around here. Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. Damage report! Why don't we just give everybody a promotion and call it a night - 'Commander'? And blowing into maximum warp speed, you appeared for an instant to be in two places at once. A surprise party? Mr. Worf, I hate surprise parties. I would *never* do that to you.