I am eagerly awaiting the results of your assimilation of Richard
M. Stallman...
TORVALDS
What is the status of the new weapon?
RAYMOND
At 42% of expected power. We are now capable of
broadcasting shotgun bullets or just about anything
from a pistol straight onto the backbone, but those
are all single-shot. We're having more trouble
than I expected interfacing the M-16s directly to
fiber, so we can only download ammo from those at
T-1 data rates. I'm working on...
ZAWINSKI
[interrupting]
There may be no time. The Borg are hailing us.
STALLMAN appears on the viewscreen, transformed. One hand has been
replaced with a direct data link, and there is a fiber-optic cable
going into a former eye socket. His body is encrusted with
mecahnical paraphenalia elsewhere; however, a ripped LPF t-shirt is
still visible underneath.
STALLMAN
I am Locutus of Windows NT 5.0, and I'd like
to sing you a little song.
[beat]
[STALLMAN sings, off-key. From within
the machinery on his person comes the
sound of a tinny, synthsized pan-flute]
Join Bill now and write for Windows
You'll have fun hackers, you'll have fun...
TORVALDS
[As STALLMAN, now Locutus, continues
to sing, and the bridge crew reacts
in horror]
Mr. Raymond,
[beat]
Fire.