Will Riker, your First Officer! He’s… he’s very good at playing poker, loves to cook; he-he listens to jazz music, plays the trombone. -… – Commander Data, the android who sits at Ops. Dreams of being human. Never gets the punch line of a joke. -… – Deanna Troi, your ship’s counselor, half-Betazoid, loves chocolate; the arrival of her mother makes you shudder. O’Brien, Geordi, Worf. Wesley, my son! They all have been the living, breathing heart of this crew for over three years! They deserve more than to be shrugged off… brushed aside, just pinched out of existence like that. They all do. They deserve so much more.

If there’s nothing wrong with me… maybe there’s something wrong with the universe.

Therapists are always the worst patients – except for doctors, of course.

We have to dream in order to survive. If we don’t reach REM sleep, we don’t dream, we… we begin to lose our cognitive abilities, we find it hard to concentrate, we forget… how to do the most ordinary task. Then we become irritable, paranoid; some people experience hallucinations.

Perhaps it is a human failing; but we are not accustomed to these kinds of changes. I can’t keep up. How long will you have this host? What would the next one be? I can’t live with that kind of uncertainty. Perhaps, someday, our ability to love won’t be so limited.