"The Measure of a Man" Line-by-Line

[Brian]

DATA: An android.

 

[LeadHead]

Riker: Which is?

 

[CoveTom]

DATA: Webster's Twenty Fourth Century Dictionary, Fifth Edition, defines an android as an automaton made to resemble a human being.

 

[Leandar]

Riker: Automaton. Made. By whom?

 

[Ziz]

Data: Dr. Noonien Soong.

 

[LeadHead]

Riker: And he was?

 

[CoveTom]

DATA: The foremost authority in cybernetics.

 

[LeadHead]

Riker: More basic than that. What was he?

 

[Leandar]

Data: Human?

 

[CoveTom]

RIKER: Thank you. Commander, what is the capacity of your memory and how fast can you access information?

 

[LeadHead]

Data: I have an ultimate storage capacity of eight hundred quadrillion bits. My total linear computational speed has been rated at sixty trillion computations per second.

 

[Leandar]

Riker: Your Honor, I offer in evidence prosecution's exhibit A, a rod of par-steel. Tensile strength, forty kilobars. Commander, would you bend that?

 

[LeadHead]

Picard: Objection. There are many life forms possessed of mega strength. These issues are not relevant to this hearing.

 

[Leandar]

Phillipa: I'm afraid I can't agree, Captain. Proceed with you demonstration, Commander.

 

[LeadHead]

(Data Bends metal bar, riker brings bent Bar back to Louvois)

Riker: Drawing on the log record of the construction of the Prototype android Lore, Also created by Noonien Soong, I request to be allowed to remove the Commanders hand for your inspection.

 

[Leandar]

Picard: Objection! (changes his mind) It doesn't matter. Objection withdrawn.

 

[LeadHead]

Louvois: Proceed Commander.

 

[Leandar]

Riker: (to Data) I'm sorry. (Riker twists and pulls off Data's left forearm and hand) (to the court) The Commander is a physical representation of a dream, an idea conceived of by the mind of a man. It's purpose is to serve human needs and interests. It's a collection of neural nets and heuristic algorithms. Its responses dictated by an elaborate software programme written by a man. Its hardware built by a man. And now... and now a man will shut it off. (A flick of the hidden off switch, and Data slumps across the table) Pinocchio is broken. Its strings have been cut.

 

[LeadHead]

Picard: I request a recess.

 

[Leandar]

Phillipa: Granted.