Okay, that's 12 spins
and not a single dabo so far.
The pot is growing
and someone's going to be a big winner...
Today's the day, Brother.
I'm really going to do it this time.
You've been saying that for weeks.
I've been waiting for the right moment
and this is it.
Now?
It's perfect.
She's about to go on a break, and when she does
she'll come over here and say "Hi" to me...
like she always does
and that's when I'll do it.
Okay, let's hear it.
I... uh...
Leeta, would you like...
maybe... to... one night...
soon... to... maybe...?
Rom.
You're a regular poet.
I can do better.
Prove it.
Hi, Rom.
Hello, Leeta.
Bye.
I must be doing something wrong.
I don't know, Leeta.
Maybe he's just not interested in you.
Well, I know he likes me.
Likes you, yes, but he's an engineer.
A problem solver.
He needs a woman with a body and brains.
I have brains.
Sure you do, honey.
That's why I hired you.
Now, eat up, and then take those brains
back to the dabo wheel
where the customers can get a good, long look at them.
Triple 20!
Oh, he's back in the zone today.
I never really left it.
Just been giving you a chance to get even.
Thank you, but I don't need your charity.
Another game?
Maybe one.
I promised Molly
I'd do some coloring with her this afternoon.
With all this attention focused on the baby
I don't want her to start feeling
that we've forgotten about her.
A father's work is never done.
You said it.
Still, it's worth it.
You should give it a try sometime.
Me? No.
Why not?
I bet you'd make a great father.
I'm not exactly a family type.
Dr. Bashir, I presume?
That's me.
I'm Louis Zimmerman
director of holographic imaging and programming
at the Jupiter Research Station, and I'm here to make you...
immortal.
You're familiar, of course
with the Emergency Medical Holographic program.
I've heard of it.
It's a hologram designed to provide assistance
during emergencies in Sick Bay.
It does much more than provide assistance.
A holographic doctor
can literally replace a starship's medical officer
during an emergency.
I'm surprised you don't have one on the station.
The station facilities are Cardassian in origin.
Most of our equipment is incompatible
with Federation technology.
How unfortunate for you.
In any case, the original EMH program
was designed for short-term use only
but now Starfleet has requested a program
designed to operate as a full-time doctor.
Full time?
You're not talking about replacing real doctors?
No, no, of course not.
Why is everyone so worried
about holograms taking over the universe?
There are many situations where a holo-doctor
could be more beneficial than a humanoid.
Research outposts
subspace communication stations
long-range exploratory vessels.
In short, anywhere that life support
or living space is at a premium
and where the primary mission
does not require the doctor to leave Sick Bay.
I see.
And they want to model this new EMH program
after Dr. Bashir.
Technically, it is an LMH...
Long-term Medical Holographic program.
And, yes, Starfleet Medical has selected Dr. Bashir
to provide the template.
Who was the template for the EMH?
Me.
It was my program after all.
It only seemed logical to use myself as a model.
Of course.
This must be quite an honor.
Yes, it... is
quite a feather in my cap, sir.
It is nothing less than a shot at immortality.
The original EMH program will probably
still be in use for decades to come.
The LMH will undoubtedly last far longer than that.
That is, if I can work out certain technical problems.
Now, I'll need to remain here for at least three weeks.
I'll need quarters, access to your main computer
a technician to install my equipment
a high-speed data link with my lab...
Doctor, my First Officer, Major Kira
will see to all your needs.
Congratulations, Doctor.
I know I speak for everyone on the station
when I say we're really very proud of you.
Thank you, sir. Thank you.
Let's go.
This is a long questionnaire.
I pride myself on my attention to detail.
Let's see... "compare and contrast
"your eating habits at age five with those of ten
15, 20 and 25."
It will be necessary for the holo-doctor
to interact naturally with patients for weeks
possibly even months.
The doctor will be expected to share amusing anecdotes
extend sympathy, swap dirty jokes
and even have culinary opinions formed by experience.
You mean this program is going to include
all his personal likes and dislikes?
That is why we bother to choose
a human template in the first place.
Wow. Think of it, Julian.
If this thing works, you'll be able to irritate
hundreds of people you've never even met.
If you two could suspend
your oh-so-amusing banter for the moment
I'd like to begin the optical parameter scans.
What do you want me to do?
Just stand there and look like a doctor.
If you can.
Dabo!
We don't have anything like this
on Jupiter Station.
Or like her.
She's beautiful, isn't she?
Who is she?
Her name's Leeta.
My ex-girlfriend.
Who broke it off?
She did.
Oh. I like her already.
I think I'll have to add her name to my list of interviews.
Interviews?
I'll be conducting in-depth interviews
with your friends, colleagues, family members
in order to build a more rounded
psychological profile for the LMH.
I see.
Well, regarding my family members, um...
would you refrain from...
Excuse me for interrupting, Doctor.
Doctor.
The Antidean transport
wishes to leave the station a day early.
Their cargo is still under quarantine.
If you could issue a health certificate...
Now?
It would expedite matters.
All right. Um...
I'll meet you in Cargo Bay 3 in ten minutes.
Thank you, Doctor.
Doctor.
Well, duty calls.
I wonder if you could do me a favor
and consider not interviewing my parents?
Why?
Well, to be blunt, um...
we're not close
and we haven't been for many years
and I would consider it a personal favor
if you would sort of leave my parents out of it.
I see.
Well, I certainly understand.
Well, thank you.
Um... l-I'll see you tomorrow.
Hmm.
Note: Contact subject's parents immediately.
Computer, activate LMH Test Program 1.
Does it meet with your... approval?
Yeah, it looks all right.
Except for the eyes... they seem a little dead.
They don't have that certain sparkle...
the zest for life that greets me
in the mirror every morning.
This is a test run.
I can assure you that the final product will be...
"zesty."
- Does it talk? - Not yet.
First, I have to load the LMH
with the basic database and software configurations
of the original program.
Computer. Activate the EMH.
Please state the nature of the medical emergency.
This is a level-3 diagnostic.
I understand.
Diagnostics look good.
Beginning data transferal.
Data transferal?
Am I being replaced?
You're being supplemented by a new long-term program.
By him?
There. Transfer's complete.
Please state the nature of the medical emergency.
Well, that's original.
He doesn't even look old enough to be a doctor.
If you'd like my advice
you should delete this program.
Now that I'm here, why would you need
an archaic piece of software like him?
Archaic?
We can discuss this at another time.
Listen...
He doesn't sound much like me.
I'm sorry.
Too zesty for you?
Actually, he sounds more like you.
As I said, I've loaded the LMH
with the basic EMH software package.
We'll have to build a new set of algorithms
based on your scintillating personality.
I hope you're more interesting than you seem.
I'd hate to be boring.
There may be no preventing that.
But we'll see what his friends have to say.
What were your initial impressions of Dr. Bashir?
Good and bad.
Young, eager, ambitious.
He was fresh out of medical school.
Looking forward to his first taste
of "frontier medicine."
Sometimes, he let that natural impulse
override his sense of decorum.
You mean he was... difficult.
No, but sometimes he could...
well, give you way too much information.
Could you elaborate on that?
Sometimes, he just...
didn't know when to shut up.
Are you implying he harassed you
with unwanted advances?
No, but he was very persistent.
I see.
Could you be more specific?
You're not being very helpful.
I do not like doctors.
Any doctors.
You can rest assured
that I will keep anything you say
in the strictest confidence.
You're sure about that?
I wouldn't want this to get back to Julian.
You have my word.
Well, the truth is, he's... an extraordinary person.
A real sense of honor and integrity...
great sense of humor...
warm, caring...
You're sure he's not going to read this?
Positive.
So, is that all?
Uh... there is one other thing.
Would you have dinner with me this evening?
Oh, well, that I'm not going to tell you...
Well, I think you should...
Times like this, I think I'm the happiest person...
Stroll along the promenade...
You want a real game, try dom-jot.
If I ran this place
we'd have three dom-jot tables and two prayko alleys.
And I'd make sure the customers had a lot more fun.
Quark is a lot of things, but he's not fun.
I'm fun.
I bet you are.
You're a fascinating woman, Leeta.
For a dabo girl.
Not at all.
You're charming intelligent, witty...
and extraordinarily beautiful.
Thank you.
Excuse me!
I need to talk to you.
It's very important.
All right.
Will you excuse me?
Of course.
What is it, Rom?
I want to ask you if you...
I want to...
I... oh...
I wanted to ask if...
tomorrow morning would be a good time
for me to fix your replicator.
Oh.
Sure.
That would be fine.
Okay.
Tomorrow morning, then.
Enjoy the rest of your evening.
Thanks.
I'm a little concerned about the amount of argonite
that's seeping into the station's air supply.
17 parts per million.
That's well within safety margins.
Yes, but it's on the rise, and I'd like to...
I'm sorry to interrupt, sir
but there are a couple of visitors here looking for Julian
and I thought he might want to see them right away.
Well, send them in.
Oh...
my God.
Hello, Jules.
Uh, Captain...
allow me to introduce Amsha and...
Richard Bashir, my parents.
I'm Captain Benjamin Sisko.
Welcome to Deep Space 9.
Thank you, Captain.
It's a pleasure to finally see where Jules works.
We wanted to come before
but my schedule's been so busy up until now.
I'm sure you know what it's like.
All too well, I'm afraid.
What is it you do, Mr. Bashir?
Oh... I've done many things.
At the moment, I'm involved in landscape architecture
designing public spaces, parks mostly.
I love the idea of working on projects
that thousands of people will enjoy
long after I'm gone.
They're my... my legacy
my gift to succeeding generations.
Aside from Jules here, of course.
You must be very proud of your son.
Oh, yes.
He's a very... gifted young man.
I hope you're putting all his talents
to good use, Captain.
We try.
Well, sometimes
you have to push him a little.
It took quite a while
to talk him into taking up medicine.
But he did.
So you're the reason
he went to medical school.
That's right.
He wanted to become...
Perhaps we should save that until another time, Richard.
I'm sure the Captain is a very busy man.
Oh...
of course.
Maybe after our interviews are over.
Interviews?
Yes, with a Dr. Um... Zimmerman.
Didn't he tell you?
No, he didn't.
He said it was urgent.
That the two of you were working together
on a very important project
and that we had to come here right away.
Yes. Well, why don't I see
if I can find you some accommodations for this evening.
Yeah.
It was a pleasure to meet you both.
I hope we get a chance to see you again.
I can't wait to hear some stories
about Julian as a little boy.
Oh, lord, there are so many.
You know, from the time he was this high
we knew he was destined for greatness.
The Captain, Father, is a very busy man.
We'll talk later.
Oh, we're just working out a few bugs.
Chief, if you'll excuse us
I'd like a moment or two alone with Dr. Zimmerman.
Of course.
You brought my parents to this station
against my explicit wishes
that you keep them out of this project.
I'm sorry it upsets you, but their input is...
You had no right to bring them here.
I did not bring them here.
I simply issued an invitation.
You said it was urgent.
It is urgent... to me.
Like it or not
they're an important part of your background
and I need to interview them.
Now, if you'll excuse me
I have a delivery to make.
Have I caught you at a bad time?
It's never a bad time for flowers.
Come on in.
Could you find a place for those while I change?
Of course.
By the way, if you're trying to impress me...
you've succeeded.
I spoke to some of my colleagues
at the Jupiter Station this morning.
It seems that the manager of our station cafe
has decided to quit.
Really?
They're still looking for a new manager.
Someone with experience
in both food service and entertainment.
Someone like you.
Me?
Y-yes. I've already taken the liberty
of speaking to our station's commanding officer about you
and she's amenable to the idea.
The cafe is yours if you want it.
My own cafe?
Oh.
Sorry.
Not at all.
It's not very big.
Less than half the size of Quark's.
Really?
But there's room enough for a couple of dom-jot tables.
But I've never run a restaurant
or any kind of business.
I barely even know how to tend bar.
That puts you one step ahead of our last bartender.
But where would I stay?
I don't even know anybody there.
You know me...
and I was hoping you would consider staying with me.
But Louis...
I just met you.
I mean, I like you...
You see? You're warming up to me already.
Given time, you might begin to feel more.
Just as I do.
Besides, you said you liked cerebral men
and, at the risk of sounding immodest
I have a towering intellect.
Come with me, Leeta. Please.
I promise you won't regret it.
I know I won't.
I need to think about that.
Take all the time you need.
Captain Sisko seems like a very nice man, Jules.
Not like the Captain of the transport
that brought us here.
I've never met a ruder, more abrasive man in my life.
I tell you, when I used to run shuttles
I never would've tolerated that kind of behavior
towards my passengers.
Dad, you're talking to me now.
You were a third-class steward for all of six months.
That's right... and I was required
to have daily contact with the passengers.
And you can bet that if I even looked at them the wrong way
I would've been discharged on the spot.
I thought you were.
No.
I resigned.
Are you still doing research, Jules?
Yes.
Right now, I'm working on two studies
of prion replication in ganglionic cell clusters.
You could've done research back on Earth.
I told you that five years ago.
But you insisted on taking this position
because you wanted to work in, um... frontier medicine.
On DS9, I can do both.
So, you're doing "landscape architecture" now.
It's all he can talk about.
You should see the stacks of drawings in our house.
It's like living in a drafting studio.
Some, uh, very important people
have expressed interest in my park designs.
I have some very good prospects on the horizon.
Oh, you always have very good prospects
and they were always just over that horizon.
Um... maybe you should tell us
about the interviews we're doing tomorrow, Jules.
What kind of questions will they ask?
Well, Dr. Zimmerman, as I understand it
is trying to compile a complete psychological profile of me.
He's going to be asking you all sorts of questions.
Try to keep your answers as brief
and to the point as you can.
You don't want to give him any openings
to probe into any...
awkward areas.
I'm sure we can handle it.
Try not to take this too lightly.
He's going to be asking detailed questions about my childhood
and if you're not careful...
You don't trust us?
He didn't say that, Richard.
No, but that's what he meant, isn't it?
You think we're going to slip up
say the wrong thing, get us all in trouble?
Look, I've got a lot at stake here.
My whole career could be destroyed
if Dr. Zimmerman gets wind of our little secret.
You've got a lot at stake?
Well, what about us?
We could go to prison, Jules.
Have you ever thought about that?
Of course I've thought about that!
That's why I want you to take this seriously!
Ah, so now we're not taking it seriously.
We're not as bright as he is.
We don't have your gifted intellect
so we can't see the perfectly obvious.
This is exactly why I haven't been home in three years.
- Jules, please... - No, let him go.
He can barely stand to be
in the same room with us!
I haven't made up my mind, yet.
I mean, this could be a big opportunity
but that's no reason to rush into anything.
What do you think I should do?
I...
I...
I don't know.
If I had a reason to stay, I'd stay.
Do I have a reason to stay?
I...
I don't know.
Well, I...
guess I better take the job.
Great.
Is that all you can say?
I... I...
l...
You don't know.
Thanks, Rom.
You've been a big help.
You're welcome.
Is there something I can do for you?
Your father has something he wants to say.
Richard?
It's a... stressful time for all of us
and maybe I said some things I... shouldn't have.
What he's trying to say is
we would never do anything to jeopardize your career.
And just so there's no misunderstanding
I give you my word that, at no time
in our interview with Dr. Zimmerman
will we ever mention, or even hint at the fact
that you were genetically enhanced as a child.
Jules, you can trust us.
Your father and I
kept the secret of your DNA resequencing
for almost 25 years
and we're not going to let it out now.
But I would just add
that, despite what the authorities
would like us to believe
genetic engineering is nothing to be ashamed of.
You're not any less human than anyone else.
In fact, you're a little more.
We didn't come here to start another fight.
Let's just try to get through this.
All right?
All right.
Who are those people?
I can't believe you set them up like that!
We didn't set them up.
They just happened to walk in while the program was running.
Zimmerman thought it would be a good idea
to test the program's ability
to cope with an unexpected situation.
And you let them go on?
You let them stand there and make fools of themselves
while the two of you sat in the back room
and laughed?!
Look, I'm sorry about this.
I wish it had never happened.
But it has, and now we've got a problem.
I don't want to talk about it.
Julian, Zimmerman is going to file a report
saying that Dr. Bashir
is unsuitable for computer modeling
because of his suspected genetically enhanced background.
Do you know what's going to happen when that report
gets back to Starfleet Medical?
There's going to be a formal investigation.
Which will lead to my eventual dismissal
from the service.
Then it's true?
You're...
The word you're looking for
is "unnatural"
meaning "not from nature."
"Freak"
or "monster"
would also be acceptable.
I was six.
Small for my age, a bit awkward, physically
not very bright.
In the first grade
when the other children were learning
how to read and write and use the computer
I was still trying to tell a dog from a cat
and a tree from a house.
I didn't really understand what was happening.
I knew that I wasn't doing as well as my classmates.
There were so many concepts that they took for granted
that... I couldn't begin to master
and I didn't know why.
All I knew... was that I
was a great disappointment to my parents.
I don't remember when they made the decision
but just before my seventh birthday...
we left Earth for Adigeon Prime.
At first, I remember being really excited
at seeing all the aliens in the hospital
and then they gave me a room and... began the treatments
and my entire world began to change.
What were the treatments?
Some kind of DNA recoding?
The technical term
is "accelerated critical neural pathway formation."
Over the course of the next two months
my genetic structure was manipulated
to accelerate the growth of neuronal networks
in my cerebral cortex
and a whole new Julian Bashir was born.
In what way did they...
change you?
Well, my mental abilities were top priority, of course.
My IQ jumped five points a day for over two weeks.
Followed by improvements in my hand/eye coordination
stamina, vision, reflexes, weight, height.
In the end, everything but my name
was altered in some way.
When we returned to Earth
we even moved to a different city.
I was enrolled in a new school using falsified records
my parents obtained somewhere.
Instead of being the slowest learner
I was the star pupil.
And no one ever suspected?
Oh, there's no stigma attached to success, Chief.
After the treatments, I never looked back
but the truth is, I'm a fraud.
You're not a fraud.
I don't care how many enhancements
your parents had done.
Genetic recoding can't give you ambition
or a personality or compassion
or any of the things that make a person truly human.
Well, Starfleet Medical won't see it that way.
DNA resequencing for any reason
other than repairing serious birth defects is illegal.
Any genetically enhanced human being
is barred from serving in Starfleet
or practicing medicine.
I don't think there's been a case
dealing with any of this in a hundred years.
You can't be sure how they'll react.
Oh, I am sure.
Once the truth comes out
I'll be cashiered from the service.
It's that simple.
There must be something we can do.
We can't just give up.
There is something I can do.
Resign
before Dr. Zimmerman files his report.
Oh, Julian...
It's over, Miles.
I always knew this could happen.
Now it has.
Now, if you'll excuse me
I'd like to be alone.
I should have told her how I felt.
Thank the Nagus that you didn't.
Remember what happened with Nog's mother?
Yeah...
don't want to think about her, do you?
Let me refresh your memory.
You signed a standard five-year marriage contract
with Prinadora's father
because you wanted to have a child...
a simple everyday business deal.
But then, you fell in love with your wife
and wanted to extend the contract.
And you were so in love
that you never bothered to read the extension
before signing it.
So, in the end
her father swindled you out of all of your money.
Prinadora left you for a richer man.
And you got stuck with Nog.
Hooray for romance.
Leeta is not Prinadora.
She's a female, Rom
and the one constant in the universe is
females are trouble.
Look, if you're Ionely...
I've got a new holosuite program.
"Vulcan Love Slave, Part Il: The Revenge."
Give it a try.
After a couple hours...
you'll forget all about Leeta.
We're not going to just take this lying down
that's for sure.
I'll arrange for legal counsel.
We're going to fight this all the way
to the Federation Supreme Court.
We can't fight this.
You better change that attitude right now
if you want to hang on to your career.
Jules, listen to your father.
He's trying to help you.
Neither of you is listening to me.
I don't want to drag this through the courts.
We're a little beyond worrying about your wants, Jules.
We have a serious problem here and we have to stop the whining
and concentrate on coming up with a new plan.
A new plan.
Yes!
Let's come up with a new plan!
That's the way we do things in this family, isn't it?
We don't face our problems.
We come up with new plans.
Don't like your job?
Well, move along to the next one.
Don't like the law?
Well, find a way to get around it.
But whatever you do
do not accept responsibility.
All those gifts...
all those accomplishments...
and you still want to behave like a spoiled child.
Well, you better grow up right now
or you're going to lose everything.
You mean, you're going to lose everything.
You're going to lose your only
real accomplishment in this life...
me.
You said before, I'm your legacy
your proud gift to the world.
Well, Father, your gift is about to be revealed...
as a fraud.
Just like you.
I'm still your father, Jules
and I will not have you talk to me like that.
No.
You used to be my father.
Now... you're my architect.
The man who designed a better son
to replace the defective one he was given.
Well, your design... has a built-in flaw.
It's illegal.
You're so smart.
You know so much you can sit there and judge us
but you're still not smart enough to see
that we saved you from a life of remedial education
and underachievement!
You don't know that.
You didn't give me a chance.
You were falling behind.
I was six years old.
You decided I was a failure in the first grade.
You don't understand, Jules.
You never did.
No, you don't understand!
I stopped calling myself Jules when I was 15
and I'd found out what you'd done to me.
I'm Julian!
What difference does that make?!
It makes every difference!
Because I'm different!
Can't you see?!
Jules Bashir died in that hospital
because you couldn't live with the shame
of having a son who didn't measure up!
That's not true.
We were never ashamed of you... never.
I'm sorry, Mother, but the truth is...
You don't know.
You've never had a child.
You don't know what it's like to watch your son...
to watch him fall a little further behind every day.
You know he's trying
but something's holding him back.
You don't know what it's like to stay up every night
worrying that maybe it's your fault.
Maybe you did something wrong during the pregnancy
or maybe you weren't careful enough
or maybe there's something wrong with you.
Maybe you passed on
a genetic defect without even knowing it.
Amsha...
No, this is important.
You can condemn us for what we did.
You can say it's illegal or immoral
or whatever you want to say...
but you have to understand
that we didn't do it because we were ashamed...
but because you were our son
and we loved you.
What do you want us to do?
Nothing.
I'm going to visit Captain Sisko in the morning
and explain the situation to him
and tender my Starfleet resignation.
Are you certain this is what you want?
Yes.
I just... want to leave the station quietly.
Come in, Doctor.
We were just talking about you.
Admiral, allow me to introduce Dr. Julian Bashir.
Doctor, this is
Rear Admiral Bennett, Judge Advocate General.
Admiral.
Doctor.
May I ask what's going on?
Your parents came to see me this morning.
They explained the situation about your genetic background.
I contacted Admiral Bennett a short time ago.
We've just reached an agreement
which will allow you to retain
both your commission and your medical practice.
I'm going to prison.
What?!
Two years.
It's a minimum security penal colony in New Zealand.
You can't do this.
It was your father's suggestion, Doctor.
He pleads guilty to illegal genetic engineering
and in exchange, you stay in the service.
Well, I want no part of it.
I'm not going to stand here while my father...
Jules...
Julian.
Listen to me.
This is my decision.
I'm the one who took you to Adigeon Prime.
I'm the one who should, uh... take responsibility for it.
Let him do this, Julian.
Two years?
Isn't that a bit harsh?
I don't think so.
200 years ago, we tried to improve the species
through DNA resequencing.
And what did we get for our trouble?
The Eugenics Wars.
For every Julian Bashir that can be created
there's a Khan Singh waiting in the wings...
a superhuman...
whose ambition and thirst for power
have been enhanced along with his intellect.
The law against genetic engineering
provides a firewall against such men
and it's my job to keep that firewall intact.
I've made my offer.
Do you accept?
Yes.
Then report to my office at Starfleet Headquarters
once you arrive on Earth.
Take your time.
Good-bye, Julian.
Good-bye, Mother.
Well... I guess I'll see you in a couple of years.
Oh, I'm sure they have, uh...
visiting hours at your facility.
Maybe I could...
That would be most welcome.
Father...
thank you.
Here, just think...
I may usher in a new renaissance in landscape architecture.
I'll certainly have time to work on my designs.
Do you hear something?
What is that?
It's getting closer.
Wait!
Wait.
We heard you the first time.
Leeta...
don't go.
Why not?
Because...
I love you.
And I want you to stay.
I love you, too, Rom.
Oh.
Doctor...
I'm...
sorry.
No. Don't be.
True love should always win.
I'm... happy for you.
Really.
You're a sweet, wonderful and brilliant man.
There's someone out there for you, Doctor.
I know it.
I don't think so.
Perhaps I'm better suited to a life of solitary research.
And dedication to my chosen field of study.
Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.
Good-bye.
Bye.
Excuse me, are you familiar
with the ancient text known as the Kama Sutra?
You remind me of an etching...
Dabo!
Oh, not my day.
Not your week.
You know what, Chief?
I never got a chance to thank you
for what you said...
Ah. None of that.
Especially not in the middle of a game.
Ooh.
Yes!
Looks like it's your game again.
What's that? Five in a row?
At least.
Wait a minute.
You haven't been letting me win, have you?
What makes you think that?
You said your hand/eye coordination
had been genetically enhanced.
Well, maybe I have been letting you win...
a little bit.
I don't believe it.
I don't need you to patronize me.
I can... play at your level.
I never said you couldn't.
Well, play then.
Really play.
All right.
From now on...
you play from over here.
I play from up here.
And if that doesn't work...
we'll try a blindfold.

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