"Contagion" Line-by-Line

[Leandar]

Medic: I've got a problem. The knitter isn't working.

 

[LeadHead]

Pulaski: Uhhhh, try a splint.

 

[Leandar]

Medic: Splint?

 

[LeadHead]

Pulaski: A splint, it's a very ancient concept. You take two flat pieces of wood or plastic, a bandage, the broken limb is kept immobile.

 

[Leandar]

Medic: That's crazy, that's not practicing medicine!

 

[LeadHead]

Pulaski: Oh, yeas it is. It's a time honored way to practice medicine with your head and your heard and your hands. So jump to it.

 

[Leandar]

(Engineering)

Geordi: Damn!

 

[LeadHead]

Data: Try a bypass on the shield control interface.

 

[Alienesse]

LAFORGE: No go. Let me see if I can directly access the master programme.

 

[Leandar]

^^Finishing:

(Electricity leaps into Geordi when he touches the panel. Data throws him clear - across the room)

Geordi (cont.): Data?

Data: Yes?

 

[LeadHead]

La Forge: What happened?

 

[Alienesse]

DATA: Any answer would be mere speculation. This is yet another example of how our actions have random results.

 

[LeadHead]

La Forge: Thanks Data, I noticed.

 

[Alienesse]

[Ready Room]

RIKER: Life support has failed on decks seven and thirteen, sir. Now what if this thing manages to rewrite our entire system? It's so far beyond us that we don't have a hope of understanding it, let alone controlling it. Our own ignorance could kill us.

 

[LeadHead]

Picard: We may never-

Lights go down again

We may never reach that point. A variation of what happened to the Yamato could kill us first.

 

[Alienesse]

RIKER: So we just sit here and watch our ship disintegrate around us?

 

[LeadHead]

Picard: The probe was launched from Iconia, probably from an automated system. There could be records near the launch site, that could help us find a solution.

 

[Alienesse]

RIKER: I'll arrange an away team.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

PICARD: And I'll lead it.

 

[Alienesse]

RIKER: You will lead it?