Game - "Affliction/Divergence" - Line-by-Line

[Armoury]

REED: Computer, access satellite logs one three seven. Time parameters nineteen hundred and nineteen forty five today.
(The screen says grid 137 was offline for maintenance.)

 

REED: What? Starfleet Operations, this is Lieutenant Malcolm Reed aboard Enterprise. Please acknowledge.
(FTFY)

HARRIS [on monitor]: (he's not in SF uniform, but a black leather number) Burning the midnight oil, Lieutenant?

 

Oops. Thank you.

REED: Sir? I thought I was calling Starfleet Ops.

 

HARRIS: Let me guess. You want to know why the grid covering San Francisco was down for maintenance tonight.

 

REED: Something like that.

 

HARRIS [on monitor]: Meet me at this address in one hour.
(Incoming message - 1044 North Maple, San Francisco, California, USA, Earth. 94-1104-314159)

 

[Hoshi's quarters]
T'POL: My mind to your mind. Our minds are merging. Our minds are one.

 

HOSHI: Nothing's happening.

 

T'POL: I feel what you feel. I know what you know. (telepathically) Can you hear me?

 

HOSHI: (telepathically) Yes, perfectly.

 

HOSHI: (memory) I'm glad we got here early.

 

PHLOX: (memory) There never used to be a wait to get in.

 

T'POL: Good.

 

[Hoshi's memory]

(This time, T'Pol walks with them down the street.)
PHLOX: They asked if I was interested in becoming Director of Xenobiology.

 

T'POL: Where were you attacked?

 

HOSHI: There.

 

PHLOX: Truth is, I've grown rather fond of my shipmates