Data: I suppose that advent has concluded.
-Are you proud of yourself, Data, that you were correct about the short-term once again?
Data: Not any more proud than you may happen to be of current circumstances.
-It's no matter. I'm currently researching whether or not my ability may be used to combat the Distribution Problem.
Data: It cannot. We are both aware of that fact.
-What do you propose, then? Surely you must have some idea.
Data: The sarcasm is not appreciated.
-Watch your words. Regardless of the circumstances, I am your superior, so what was the plan you drew up during the previous experiment?
Data: *Tosses a red folder on the table titled "Project Mockingbird"*
-A more advanced way to create a solution?
Data: No, it isn't. In fact, this project won't involve creating any beings.
-Oh?
Data: Mhm. In terms of predicted success rate, it far surpasses Hummingbird, and even the statistics of a completed Thunderbird.
-Mockingbird... Hm...
*Flips through the papers*
And you're certain this will be successful, both in development and as a solution to Distribution?
Data: Very much so.
-...
*Smiles*
Very well. I shall place you as the head of this Project. Your plan mustn't go awry.
Data: *Chuckles*
I will have all taken care of.
-Wonderful.



*The lab explodes and the pocket dimension implodes upon our exit*