"The crystal consists of bilitrium, a powerful source of energy that can be hooked up to an anti-matter converter. I also trace rubindium, and the toxic tricyanate, naturally occurring on some planets, used in some industrial applications, but ingestion and inhalation of tricyanate both result in hypoxia and ischemia via competitive inhibition of hemoglobin in the bloodstream, and-"

"I also detect a strong residue of the Z.D.Y particle, of which very little is known in the scientific databases."

*It is not the familiar voice of the station's computer, but the friendly and warm voice of Hermes, that responds.*
"Greetings and welcome to the station, captain. I can tell you that Enoch is currently in the establishment called Celtic Corner. Do you wish me to alert him of the fact  that a costumer is waiting at his office? He asked me to let him know any time there is a costumer, so he would not have to keep the store open the entire day."

"Welcome Mr. Hobson. Surely someone of the good staff here will serve you soon."

"I am still learning and observing the human behaviour. I assume it is customary that when the room is not fully light, one pinches in another's butt?"

"You are welcome, Ms. Mirez."

*At that moment, all the lights are restored in all rooms, corridors and halls over the entire station.*

"Greetings, captain Skon. The Skytoucher is currently captured by a Loxian named Vakin. However, it appears that he did not know that commander Rasmain is still on board the ship. He is attempting, with my assistance, to deploy a particular device in sickbay, that may be Loxian technology."

"Your combadge is not in need of repair, Ms. Morrow. Mr. Detrell and Mr. Chellick are capable of handling my program themselves, so feel free to have a drink."

"I have 138 varieties of the game of chance in my database. Did you have a particular one in mind?"

"Is there any entertainment available for an A.I. software program as well?"

"You confuse me, Mr. Nickerson. I do not detect any wounds on your body, nor did I replicate any salt. Maybe Dr. Nek Gente should examine you to acertain your medical health?"

"I am not programmed with the capability of mind-reading, Ms. Morrow."

"Quite simple, Mr. Nickerson. Then you would now be searching in vain for Major Embries in the Ops section."

"Ummm... why? This is more fun!"