But it’s what you’ve always wanted, Data. To become human.
Yes, sir, that is true, but I never wanted to compound one illusion with another. It might be real to Q. Perhaps even to you, sir. But it would not be so to me. Was it not one of the Captain’s favorite authors who wrote, this above all, to thine own self be true? Sorry, Commander. I must decline.
But you saved me! As difficult and as frustrating as it’s been sometimes, your goddamned strict rationalism and science have saved me a thousand times over! You’ve kept me honest … you’ve made me a whole person. I owe you everything. Scully, and you owe me nothing.
