Star Trek: Picard
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Before I gifted Picard my gollum, my intention was to live beyond my years, to become my own legacy. Now I see, in my final days, that wasn’t just poor humanity, it was poor science. Because evolution is not an act of preservation, it’s addition.
Alton Soong
I want the names and locations of every known associate of Jean-Luc Picard. Starfleet colleagues, past and present. Every friend to whom he might turn. Every loved one in which he might seek comfort. We will scorch the earth under which he stands and the night will brighten with the ashes of the Federation! And from them, we will rise.
Vadic
He had nightmares when he was a boy. Vivid dreams. Talked with imaginary things. I thought he was gifted, not plagued with an overclocked brain.
Beverly
How exhausted they must be. As am I, dear. As are we. As are our brothers and sisters who suffer each day having to wear the faces of the Federation. But there will be rest. There will be a day of lifeless bodies burning in space. Oh, there will be silence again. Unity again. Peace again. But first, we will have vengeance.
Vadic
There are scars and shame on both sides.
Worf
Worf: Tread lightly. We will not be prey. We will be… friendly energy.
Riker: I don’t understand the world anymore.
Jack: We all long for connection. All just a little bit alone, aren’t we? Stars in the same galaxy but lightyears between us.
Seven: Oh, you are definitely your father’s son. He too has a knack for the poetic drive-by observation. Can be very annoying. But it can also make a person feel seen.
Jack: We’re celebrating.
Picard: Celebrating?
Jack: Mm. Turns out I’m not crazy. No, I’m just broken. Now the way I see it, I can either wallow in self-pity, or I can be like those Japanese tea cups which get put back together with melted gold. Or in my case, bourbon.
What solvable puzzles you all are. Your unguarded expressions. Your visible scars. My, how time has spun you all apart. Such pathetic old warriors.
Moriarity
I shared that tune decades ago with another dear friend. One who dreamt of crows, and aspired to thwart Moriarty with the intellect of Holmes. Somebody who couldn’t whistle worth a damn.
Riker
Jack: How did you survive it?
Picard: I didn’t.
Jack: Right, the positronics. A new, fully synth prototype body. I don’t suppose you got another one in my size, have you?
Raffi: Can someone explain why a nineteenth century holo-villain is guarding a twenty-fifth century black site?
Moriarty: Oh, my dear, villain doesn’t do justice to my complexity and only reveals your simplicity.
Riker: At least somebody’s consistent.
