Computer, set course for the Delta Quadrant.
We have 400 additional years to expand the Collective.
She's gonna die if I can't stop the bleeding.
Don't do this.
I have absorbed millions of languages,
and there are a few common words among them.
"Love," certainly.
"Hope" and "fear."
And one more common still:
"Futility."
Species thrive without love.
Kingdoms conquer without fear.
But it is the imperfect nature of all organic things
to fight an unwinnable battle against an undefeatable foe.
Death.