"Dude: FC, daughter needs to be tuck[ed] in, back in a few FC: fleet, align daughter prepare to warp F1 monkey: at what distance? FC: warp to 10... we don't know how old she is."
"Is that a wolf I hear? Howling his lonely communion, With the unpiloted stars. Or merely the self-importance and servitude, In the bark of a dog? How many millenia did it take, Twisting and torturing, The pride from the one, To make a tool the other? And how do we measure the distance from spirit to spirit, And who do we find to blame?"