they pop out of holes, like gophers.
But if we kill all the golfers they’ll lock us up and throw away the key.
they pop out of holes, like gophers.
But if we kill all the golfers they’ll lock us up and throw away the key.
Seems to me to be the usual “needs of the many” thing.
Enterprise needs Trip to complete the mission. Perhaps if they had saved Sim, he could have filled in acceptably. But, there was no guarantee they could save Sim, and to even try meant he would develop past the point where they could use him to help Trip.
Trying to save Sim meant giving up on Trip. Failing to save Sim (and there was only a 1% chance to succeed) meant dooming Earth to Xindi destruction.
The needs of the many (Earth) outweighed the needs of the few (Archer and Phlox’s ethics) or the one (Sim himself).
Anthropomorphising again? :dubious:
One anthropomorphizes when one says, “Porthos likes to watch T’Pol undress”, or, “Owls are wise”.
I refering to equating a person’s ethics with other humans. As tho ethics were alive as a man is.
if their ethics were alive, you could clone them, and the cloned ethics would live five days, but evolve ethically over the period and give a great summery for if the person has matured morally or was just a big jerk and covering it up.
I missed all the discussions today…I was on a business trip.*
*I went to a casino and gave them my business.
NCB, your colorful metaphors cover a wide range of possibilities. “Shit”: truly an all-purpose term.
Archer: Can somebody translate this Xindi shit?
Hoshi: Shit, yeah. Why do you think I’m here?
Trip: I’ve been tryin’ that neuro-shit and it still isn’t working.
Phlox: Well, I have some shit that will help.
Reed: We could modify the torpedoes to fire shit.
T’Pol: Scientifically, that’s a shit concept.
Mayweather: I don’t have shit to say.
Archer: Let’s knock the shit out of them!
Generic MACO: You’re shittin’ me!
Indeed, a most wonderful word.
Sorry, can’t stop, this is too funny.
Christopher Pike: <one light for “shit,” other light for “sheeeeeit.”>
Gary Seven to Roberta, “That, Miss Lincoln, is simply my shit.”
This whole thread has turned to CENSORED.
Shit
The erg is, indeed, the cgs unit of work (or energy).
The dyne, however, is the cgs unit of force. One dyne is the amount of force necessary to accelerate 1 gram of mass at a rate of 1 centimeter per second per second. (The erg, if you’re curious, is defined as the amount of work done by applying a force of 1 dyne across a distance of 1 centimeter.)
There’s nothing inherently wrong with rating an engine’s thrust in dynes instead of Newtons – they’re both units of force. But the dyne is a very small amount of force. A postage stamp weighs close to 1000 dynes. Rating engine thrust in dynes, or even kilodynes, would be like measuring the volume of Lake Huron in teaspoons.
Quantum: “I want to learn Spanish, but I can’t even pronounce the words on this sheet you gave me.”
T’Pol: “You’re already speaking Spanish.”
Quantum: “Really?!”
T’Pol: "Yes. Observe: [picks up sheet of paper Quantum put on table] ‘Is this your sheet? I’m sick and tired of finding your sheet all over the place!’ "
Quantum: “Wow! I was told learning Spanish would be easy. But I didn’t know how easy.”
T’Pol: “You’re speaking Spanish right now.”
Quantum: “Really?!”
T’Pol: “Yes. Observe: [Activates intercom to Sickbay] ’ Dr. Phlox. Is Tripp in your care still?’ [Phlox: “Yes.”] ‘How easy?’ [Phlox: “He’s fine. Is everything alright, Subcommander?”] See?”
:dubious:
Quantum:
T’Pol: “Yes. Spell ‘socks.’”
Quantum: “S-O-C-K-S.”
T’Pol: “If what is?”
Quantum: “What?”
Thanks, Tracer.
you mean Cervacer
???
Cerveza?
Si, por favor.