You're going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. What's a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? Maybe we better talk out here; the observation lounge has turned into a swamp. Mr. Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. I'd like to think that I haven't changed those things, sir. You enjoyed that. That might've been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. I'll alert the crew. Computer, belay that order. The unexpected is our normal routine. Wouldn't that bring about chaos? When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book?