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: [about the Rebellion's new figurehead
] He is strongly identified with rebels, you see, and very popular with rabbles. They will follow him, and he will fight to the last drop of *their* blood. Idealism is a wonderful thing. All you really need is someone rational to put it to proper use. Avon
: Someone like you. Tarrant
: So where do we find this useable idealist? Avon
: According to Orac, he is on a frontier planet called Gauda Prime. Soolin
: Gauda Prime? Avon
: You know it? Soolin
: Yes, I know it. It's a bad place to be. No self-respecting idealist would be found dead there. Avon
: I imagine that is what HE is trying to avoid: being found dead anywhere. Tarrant
: Look, are you going to stop playing games and tell us who it is, Avon?
[Vila realizes who Avon is talking about
: It's Blake, isn't it? You think you've found Blake.
: [about the cabin they found
] The state the roof's in, it's the same as spending a night in the open. Dayna
: Well, if you'd prefer the trees, feel free to go. Don't let us stop you. Vila
: I'd prefer a city, but I'd accept a town. In fact, I'd settle for some indication that we weren't the only people left alive in this miserable tree sanctuary. Dayna
: Look, why don't you go and collect some firewood, hm? Vila
: Because it's dark out there. Soolin
: Surely you're not afraid of the dark. Vila
: Only when it's unilluminated.
[after a group of aircraft passed over
: So who do you think they were, Soolin? Soolin
: I've no idea, Vila. But one thing I do know: if you want to survive on this planet you have to assume that everyone is out to get you. Vila
: I always assume that wherever I go. Soolin
: The difference is, on Gauda Prime you'll be right!
: [about Zukan
] You needed a figurehead. He was it. Or am I wrong? Avon
: You are right. But then figureheads aren't too difficult to come by. Any idiot can be one. Dayna
] On your feet, Vila. This could be your big moment. Avon
: Any idiot within reason, that is.
[Orac is possessed by an evil android
: Join us, Soolin. We can fulfill your every desire. Soolin
: [turning Orac off
] You wouldn't know where to start.
[Vila is hiding from the android in a closet when Soolin finds him
: Is this a private game or can anyone play? Vila Restal
: [coming out of the closet
] We've been looking for you. Soolin
: In there?
[Scorpio's life support has failed, leaving Tarrant and Vila stranded
] Kerr Avon
: [to Orac
] Situation. Orac
: Total systems failure. Dayna Mellanby
: They'll be dying up there! Kerr Avon
: Not yet! Soolin
: They won't have long. Kerr Avon
: They have oxygen units and suits. Dayna Mellanby
: In the dark? Under those conditions? Kerr Avon
: Orac? Orac
: They must be left there! Kerr Avon
: To die? Orac
: There is no option. To reopen teleport contact could expose the base to undefined systems influence.
] Kerr Avon
: Oh, you'll have to do better than that, Orac, if you expect me to *kill* them.
: Well, Orac? Orac
: Prospects terminal. Soolin
: Terminal? Orac
: The survival of organic humanoid life is improbable. Soolin
: Are you talking about Vila and Tarrant? Orac
: All organic humanoid life throughout the galaxy is at hazard. Soolin
: Let's stick to medicine, Orac. Leave the philosophy for later.
: [into communicator
] Dayna, we're down safe in Orbiter and proceeding. Gambit
: [in unison
] Countdown twelve minutes, twenty seconds, and running. Vila Restal
: What does that mean? Kerr Avon
: I imagine that if we're not out of here by the time it hits zero, we might regret it.
[Soolin presses the button to reveal the screen and start the game. She picks up the electronic pistol
: Control system feedback is through the weapon. The game adjusts to meet, and on the last shot, exceed the proficiency of the players. Soolin
: You have to outshoot yourself. Del Tarrant
: Stupid game. Soolin
: Not really. Finally a game worth playing.
: A computer must, by definition, be logical. But it can also mirror the logic of its creator. Soolin
: You mean it's an extension of his mind. Orac
] No, that is *not* what I mean. Soolin
: His personality, then. Orac
: [more considerate
] A better definition, but still not quite accurate. Kerr Avon
: Would it know how the booby traps on the orbiter are programmed? Orac
: As yet, I don't have enough data to answer that question. Kerr Avon
: [growing impatient
] *If* it knew, could you extract the information from it?
[Orac doesn't respond immediately. Avon gives Orac a whack out of pique
] Kerr Avon
: Come on! That's a simple enough question. Orac
: There might be problems. Kerr Avon
: Why? You have extracted information from Federation computers before now. This is just a hodgepodge of three or four of them. You have already said that it is inferior to you. Orac
: The difficulty is not technical. It's more one of, uh, attitude. Kerr Avon
: Ah. You mean the *logic* of its creator. Orac
: Exactly. Let me remind you of ancient Earth mythology: the Delphic Oracle would answer questions truthfully without giving a true answer. Kerr Avon
: So what we need is not the right answer, but the right question. Soolin
: And in circumstances where any mistake would prove fatal?
: [in unison
] The orbiter is preprogrammed. Flight power depends on the distance and intensity of each star the feldon panels are locked into. The successful completion of a game continues the sequence. To regain control, you must complete the coded sequence of star sources. Vila Restal
: What about the feldon crystals? Kerr Avon
: Gambit? Orac
: This game will reveal the entrance. Soolin
: All we have to do is lock on to the right star. Orac
: It is possible that we've just received the right answer to the wrong question.
] Hurray! Soolin
: Out of the mouths of drunks. Vila Restal
] Drunk? Who's drunk? Dayna Mellanby
: You are. Vila Restal
: [indicating wine carafe
] Show me how to get drunk on plain water and I won't waste time. Dayna Mellanby
: Well, then why pretend? Vila Restal
: Because, my lovely Dayna, and Soolin, no one ever tells someone who's drunk to volunteer. Soolin
, Dayna Mellanby
] Vila Restal
: I don't like to work in main drive chambers! Especially main drive chambers that are separated from space by one of Slave's force walls.
: [into communicator
] We're in the main drive chamber. It's gonna take about an hour. Soolin
: [on communicator
] Right. We'll stand watch. Del Tarrant
: See if you can sober up Vila. Soolin
: We'll try.
: You're going to shoot an unarmed prisoner? Soolin
: When did you get religion?
] You enjoyed that, didn't you? Soolin
: There are two classic ways of dealing with an hysterical woman; you didn't really expect me to kiss her, did you?
: [discussing Egrorian
] Said to have been a genius. Scientists are still trying to understand the Egrorian theory of parallel matter. Soolin
: What happened to him? Vila
: He disappeared, along with a few million credits from the Space Research Institute. Soolin
: So he's a criminal. Vila
: Aren't we all? Except he pulled off a big one. Which is why he's NOT sitting on Malodar. Avon
: It is a good hideaway. Vila
: Hideaway? Avon, if I got my hands on that kind of money, I'd have gone somewhere I could enjoy it. What is the point of having money if you have to exist on a hole like that! Avon
: You are forgetting, there is a big difference between you and Egrorian: HE has a brain! Vila
: Oh yeah? Well if you had one it might have occurred to you this could be a Federation trap! Avon
: Well of course it's occurred to me. Why do you think I'm sending Tarrant?
: Orac, teleport. Orac
: Teleport? I am not programmed. Three squared to the principal. Dayna Mellanby
: Oh, no. Orac
: I love you. Vila Restal
: Orac! Orac
: My emotions are deeper than the seas of space. One times one is only possible in the ultra-dimensional. Kerr Avon
: Turn Orac off. Orac
] I love you. Kerr Avon
] *Off*! Orac
: We will be lovers for a little while, or maybe for a long while, who knows? Soolin
: I do.
[Soolin pulls Orac's key
] Vila Restal
: What a thought.
: Why do I get all the dirty jobs? Soolin
: [about Vila
] Doesn't have much time for Tarrant does he? Avon
: Ah well. Tarrant is brave, young, handsome...
: There are three good reasons for anyone not to like him.