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When dreams become more important than reality, you give up travel,
building, creating; you even forget how to repair the machines left
behind by your ancestors. You just sit living and reliving other lives
left behind in the thought records.
-- Vina, "The Menagerie" ("The Cage"), stardate unknown
What kind of love is that? Not to be loved; never to have shown love.
-- Commissioner Nancy Hedford, "Metamorphosis",
stardate 3219.8
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