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Janeway y Seven se encuentran jugando Velocity en el holodeck, que consiste en pegarle al disco por turnos, el cual cambia de color al recibir el impacto del phaser. |
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Computer: Full impact. Final round to Janeway. Winner: Janeway. |
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Janeway: Good game!
Seven: For you. |
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Janeway: Oh, come on Seven, you won 4 of 10 rounds, nothing to be ashamed
of.
Seven: On the contrary. I have superior visual acuity and stamina, I should have won every round. Janeway: Velocity is more than a test of stamina, it's a game of wits. |
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Seven: You were a frustrating opponent. During the final round after
you dropped your phaser, you did not even look at the disc, and yet you
were able to acquire the target.
Janeway: Intuition. Seven: Intuition is a human falacy. The belief that you can predict random events. |
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Janeway: Belief had nothing to do with it. At some level, conscious or otherwise. I was aware of several factors. The trajectory of the disc after I hit the wall, the sound it made on its return, and the shadow it cast on the hologrid. |
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Seven: Intriguing but implausible.
Janeway: I won, didn't I? Thanks for the match. |
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Seven: I wish to play again.
Janeway: Not today. |
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Seven: You are fatigued and concerned that I would defeat you.
Janeway: Tired yes, concerned no. Seven: Computer, begin first round. |
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Janeway: Belay that command. Seven, try to be a sport. Game's over. |
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