• Asetru
    21·
    2 days ago

    Picard: Can you sing, Mister Data?

    Data: Well… yes. At least, well enough for my own people. But we have no songs for great spacecraft and… evil times.

    Picard: And why should your songs be unfit for my bridge? Come, sing me a song.

    [pause]

    Data: [sings] Lifeforms! You tiny little lifeforms! You precious little lifeforms! Where are you?

    • CrazyLikeGollum@lemmy.worldEnglish
      8·
      23 hours ago

      “Home is behind, the stars ahead,
      distant is the galactic edge,
      through subspace, to the end of time,
      until they come to assimilate,
      all shall join,
      all shall join”