Hi all! This is saucer level 0. I'm 42 years old. Trained as a Lab Technician, and Engineer. Single. Of Arab-extraction. Moslem. Fav movie: '2001: A Space Odyssey.' Fav TV: 'Banacek.' Likes: 'Stargate SG-1,' 'Star Trek' movies, NASA, 'Space 1999,' Planet Pluto, Rocketry, Cosmology, Physics, Maths, SF Flying Saucers, UFO-ology, Warm countries. Fav music: Herbie Hancock, "Electronica," "Techno." I've been Drawing for 8 yrs. i use SketchUp program mainly. Based in the USA. Widely travelled.




Favorite movies
2001: a space odyssey
Favorite TV shows
banacek
Favorite bands / musical artists
herbie hancock
Favorite books
2001: a space odyssey, the dispossessed _
Favorite writers
a. c. clarke, ursula leGuin, i asimov
Favorite games
cad
Tools of the Trade
sketchup, corel paintshop, pixlr
Other Interests
SF, Saucers, SF Concepts, SF Art, Space Tec.



[.. a careful analysis of the process of observation in atomic physiks has shown that the subatomic particles have no meaning as isolated entities ...
e. schroedinger. ~]

::Computers make excellent and efficient servants, but I have no wish to
serve under them.  Captain, a starship also runs on loyalty to one
man.  And nothing can replace it or him.
-- Spock, "The Ultimate Computer", stardate 4729.4

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STAR TREK'S Lt. Commander DATA:

Data was composed of 24.6 [[kilogram]]s of [[tripolymer]] composites, 11.8 kilograms of [[molybdenum]]-[[cobalt]] alloys and 1.3 kilograms of [[bioplast]] sheeting. ({{TNG|The Most Toys}}) All told, he weighed approximately one hundred kilograms. ({{TNG|Inheritance}})  Data's upper spinal support was a [[polyalloy]] designed to withstand extreme stress. His [[skull]] was composed of [[cortenide]] and [[duranium]]. ({{TNG|The Chase}}) His legs were exactly 87.2 [[centimeter]]s in length. ({{film|9}}) Data was built with an ultimate storage capacity of eight hundred quadrillion [[bit]]s and a total linear computational speed rated at sixty trillion [[operations per second]].


"Lt. Commander DATA" Second Officer's personal log, stardate 44390.1 - Record entry for transmission to Commander Bruce Maddox, Cybernetics Division, Daystrom Institute. Dear Commander Maddox. In reference to your most recent letter, I agree that your study lacks sufficient primary source information on my programming and operation. Therefore, in response to your request, this correspondence will include a complete record of my activities during a normal day, with particular emphasis on my perceptions of friendship.


"Lt. Commander DATA" : The risks aboard a starship are accepted by all who serve. But I have never failed to observe a deep emotional response to the loss of a comrade. It is at times like this that I greatly miss the ability to share human feelings.



"Lt. Commander DATA" : Captain Picard agrees that the B-4 was probably designed with the same self-actualization parameters as myself. If my memory engrams are successfully integrated into his positronic matrix, he should have all my abilities.


"Lt. Commander DATA" : Admiral. When I created Lal, it was in the hope that someday, she would choose to enter the Academy and become a member of Starfleet. I wanted to give something back, in return for all that Starfleet has given me. I still do. But Lal is my child. You ask that I volunteer to give her up. I cannot. It would violate every lesson I have learned about human parenting. I have brought a new life into this world. And it is my duty - not Starfleet's - to guide her through these difficult steps to maturity. To support her as she learns. To prepare her to be a contributing member of society. No one can relieve me from that obligation. And I cannot ignore it. I am... her father.


"Lt. Commander DATA" : Have you forgotten? I'm endeavoring to become more human.

"Lt. Commander DATA" : Believing oneself to be perfect is often the sign of a delusional mind.

"Lt. Commander DATA" : I can reduce this pumping station to a pile of debris. But I trust my point is clear. I am but one android, with a single weapon. There are hundreds of Sheliak on the way; and their weapons are far more powerful. They may not offer you a target. They can obliterate you from orbit. You will die - never having seen the faces of your killers. The choice is yours.

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