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Captain's Log, Stardate 42923.4.

Despite misgivings

I have agreed
to Starfleet's request

that the Enterprise divert
to the Braslota system

to take part
in a war game exercise.

Joining us
as observer and mediator

is the Zakdorn master
strategist, Sirna Kolrami.

Mr. Kolrami.

Captain Jean-Luc Picard.

Welcome aboard.

Captain, I bring you greetings
from those at Starfleet Command.

Would you care to be shown
to your quarters?

I require little rest, Captain.

I prefer that we commence
with our mission.

Despite their reputations,
this Zakdorn

does not appear to be
a very formidable warrior.

In the game
of military brinksmanship

individual physical prowess
is less important

than the perception
of a species as a whole.

For over nine millennia

potential foes have
regarded the Zakdorns

as having the greatest innately
strategic minds in the galaxy.

So no one is willing to test
that perception in combat.

Exactly.

Then the reputation
means nothing.

The Braslota system.

In orbit around
the second planet

is the 80-year-old
Starcruiser Hathaway.

He is still your first choice?

Commander Riker will
captain the Hathaway.

You will have 48 hours
to ready your vessel

before the Enterprise attacks.

And we'll experience
actual battle conditions?

Correct.

Engineering will disconnect
the Enterprise's weapons

and link the system with
a modified laser pulse beam.

All hits will be recorded
electronically.

If the computer registers
damage, it will act accordingly

shutting down the affected areas

for the appropriate
repair time.

Additional questions?

Captain Picard,
it is my understanding

that you initially resisted

Starfleet's request
for this simulation.

Yes.

May I know why?

Starfleet is not
a military organization.

Its purpose is exploration.

Then why am I here?

With the Borg threat

I decided that my officers and l
needed...

to hone our tactical skills.

In a crisis situation

it is prudent to have
several options.

Ah.

I prefer brains over brawn,
as well.

I think it's a waste of effort
to test our combat skills.

It's a minor province in the
makeup of a starship captain.

Your objection is noted.

Let us hope that your distaste
for the exercise

will not affect
your strategic abilities.

Mr. Kolrami, when I agree
to do something, I do it.

Would you care
to surrender now, Captain?

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the Starship Enterprise.

Its continuing mission--

to explore strange new worlds

to seek out new life
and new civilizations

to boldly go
where no one has gone before.

Well, Number One, you are
allowed a complement of 40

so select whom you will.

Save, of course, Mr. Data

who will serve
as my First Officer

during your absence.

I had envisioned you
defining the crew.

On my ship,
the leader of an away team

has total control
of the mission.

If you want to judge leadership,
why not start at the beginning?

Very well

Captain.

Hmm.

Oh, my.

What a charmer.

Doctor.

Captain, he needs
an attitude adjustment.

The Zakdornian culture
is replete

with self-assuredness
and confidence.

Seldom is it undeserved.

For example, Kolrami is
a third-level grand master

at the game of strategema.

Another millimeter.

That's it.

A little more.

There.

That's excellent.

Lieutenant.

Yes, Commander.

You've heard about the
simulation aboard the Hathaway?

Oh, yes, sir, and the
best of luck to you.

I've researched those
old Avidyne engines.

They're archaic by our
standards, very touchy.

Anticipating the worst

do you think they can be whipped
into shape in 48 hours?

I've already taken the liberty

of putting together
a few necessities.

Enter!

Am I disturbing you?

Just finished.

You know of the simulation,
what do you think?

Waste of time.

It's just designed
to be an exercise.

Useless.

If there is nothing
to lose, no sacrifice

then there is nothing to gain.

You mean besides pride.

Well, in this case,
it doesn't matter.

I probably haven't got a chance.

There is always a chance.

Slim.

The Hathaway's most
sophisticated weapons system--

even in a computer mock-up--

can't hope to defeat
the Enterprise.

Well, still...

You're outmanned, you're
outgunned, you're outequipped.

What else have you got?

Guile.

Join me.

The honor is to serve.

Begin long-range scanning
of all sectors

within three light-years
of Braslota.

How's your crew shaping up?

It's complete, but I would like
to request an addition.

Anyone in particular?

With your permission

I would like
acting Ensign Crusher on board

for educational observation.

Thank you, Captain.

It appears we'll have some time
before reaching Braslota.

I was wondering if you'd agree

to play me
in a game of strategema.

Although I'm intrigued
by the audacity of your request

I can't fathom why you would
wish the encounter.

I enjoy a challenge.

Very well.

An opponent
of limited dimensions

can often be quite diverting.

Thank you.

So you're going to beat him,
huh?

No.

Well, then it's going
to be a close one?

Nope.

But you have got a chance?

Nah.

Are you even going
to bother to show up?

Sure, Kolrami is
the best ever at strategema.

Just to get to play
him is a privilege.

So, aside from
your being privileged

is there anything else
I can look forward to?

Nope.

This is going to be exciting.

Against an opponent
of approximate skill

strategema can last
well over 1,000 moves.

I wouldn't bet

on us being here that long.

I have wagered heavily
in the ship's pool

that you will take him
past the sixth plateau.

And if I don't?

I will be... irritated.

Forever curious,
this urge to compete.

It's a human response.

That inborn craving

to gauge your capabilities
through conflict.

Doctor, there are other ways

to challenge oneself.

Perhaps, but they all
lack a certain thrill.

Data, humans sometimes
find it helpful

to have an outsider
set the standard

by which they're judged.

To avoid deceiving oneself.

Maybe you should challenge
Kolrami to strategema.

Why, Doctor?

Because, when someone
is that smug

you occasionally have
to deflate them, just a little.

Yeah, Data.

I'd like to see
your neural flecks

tear him down a peg.

To what end?

Computer

actuation positions
for strategema.

Ready?

Begin.

Come on, Commander.

Come on now.

You can do it.

You can get him.

Come on, Commander,
come on.

You got him,
you got him.

Watch him now.

Hmm.

That's it?

I'm afraid so.

But you only made 23 moves.

Yes.

Congratulations.

Hmm, hmm-hmm.

Commander Riker, there's
your next challenge.

Away team assembled and ready
to transport, Commander.

I may get over there
and want to come right home.

Good luck, Number One...

Captain.

The simulation will
commence in 48 hours.

There should be some
emergency bridge lighting here.

Not good.

Ah, you're wrong, Mr. Worf.

It's fantastic.

And it's ours.

Mr. Worf.

Sir, Lieutenant La Forge
is a superior officer.

The honor should be his.

Worf, this is
a battle simulation.

You're my tactical officer.

Discussed this with Geordi,
and we agreed.

I need you by my side.

Besides, Worf, if Engineering

is anything like the Bridge

I'm going to have my hands full.

Attention crew
of the USS Hathaway.

This is your Captain.

Over the next two days,
you might lose a lot of sleep

but with your skill
and your stamina

we'll have this
old lady ready to fly.

I want hourly progress reports
from all stations.

Riker out.

Nice job, Geordi.

Now what are the possibilities
of warp drive?

Hmm... not good.

There are only a few
dilithium fragments left

in the holding clamps.

Even if we had crystals
that were intact

there's no antimatter
to fuel the drive.

Any recommendations?

No, sir.

We haven't got a prayer.

Would you like to transfer

back to the Enterprise,
Mr. Crusher?

No, sir.

Wes, remember our purpose
is to improvise.

It's the effort that counts.

Open.

I believe the rules
are understood by all.

Weapons conversion,
Lieutenant Burke?

Complete, Captain.

Signal received.

Locked on.

She's really been
stripped down, Captain.

The only offensive
systems you'll need

will be simulated by computer.

What's the Zakdornian word
for mismatch?

Challenge.

We do not whine
about the inequities of life.

And how you perform
in a mismatch

is precisely what is of interest
to Starfleet.

After all, when one is
in the superior position

one is expected to win.

Screen off.

You have the Bridge, Mr. Data.

Aye, sir.

Lieutenant Commander Data,
I'm intrigued by your challenge.

Dr. Pulaski informed
me of your desire

to play a game of strategema.

But I expressed
no such interest.

What Commander Data means

is that he would never
have asked you himself.

But I know that he's
very interested

in pitting his skill
against yours.

Play against a machine.
Hmm.

Why should I wish to?

I don't blame you.

It's no fun going into a game

when you know
you're going to lose.

But I wouldn't lose.

Now you're no doubt
going to tell me

that I have to prove it to you.

Come on, Data, you
can't let that pass.

Indeed, l...

Cannot.

Then you will play
for the honor of your ship.

Hmm, hmm-hmm.

The honor of the ship?

It's your reputation
that's on the line.

With my knowledge

of the Enterprise's
security override

we may be able
to convince the sensors

that an enemy ship
is approaching.

Their instruments
would... Iie to them.

If you can pull
that off, Mr. Worf

you might give us the
edge we're looking for.

But what about the viewscreen?

If I am successful,
the computer will project

a false image of the enemy ship
on the main viewscreen.

So unless someone runs
to a window and looks out...

They're going to fall for it.

The lining's still smooth.

We should be able
to do something

with these dilithium
fragments we scavenged.

Sure, the system's functional

but, without antimatter,
what difference does it make?

Geordi, I have to return
to the Enterprise.

Wes, we've only got 32 hours.

This is important.

And this isn't?

Attempt the routing bypass here.

If it works, they
will be surprised.

Where I'm I going to get
the opti-cable?

Anywhere.

Captain.

I left an experiment running
back on the Enterprise.

May I go back and shut it down?

It's that important?

Well, it has to be monitored.

And it is my final grade
in plasma physics.

Message from the Hathaway, sir.

On screen.

Request permission

for Ensign Crusher
to reboard the Enterprise.

Why?

Apparently, he was so anxious
to join the away team

he left a very critical
experiment unattended.

Do you have any objection?

He should be escorted
and have no contact

with anything save his research.

Permission granted.

Mr. Burke, will you handle that?

Aye, sir.

I saw no sense
in Riker choosing him anyway.

He's just
a noncommissioned child.

I can't believe
I forgot about this.

It's a good lesson not to let
excitement cloud your judgment.

Yeah.

This is very delicate.

I spent six weeks
setting this up.

That's a lot of work.

Oh, no.
This is ruined.

That's too bad.

Look, uh, is this going
to take much longer?

I'm going to have
to dispose of this safely.

This is very volatile.

I'll beam it off the Enterprise
and leave it particalized.

That's fine.
Let's just do it.

All right, I'll transfer
the coordinates

to the Transporter Room.

In the present context

what did she mean
by "bust him up"?

In her own way

Dr. Pulaski was
instructing you to take

the shortest route to victory.

As opposed to what?

Ready?

Begin.

Good, good.

Oh, look at them.

Good, Data.

Oh...

Harder, harder.

Look.

Watch it, watch it.

One more, one more.

There.

Come on.

I can't believe it.

A computer beaten
by flesh and blood?

You advanced quite far
against such a worthy opponent.

Thoroughly enjoyable, Mr. Data.

I'm at your disposal
for a rematch.

Thank you,
but what would be the point?

Hmm, hmm-hmm.

How can you lose?

You're supposed
to be infallible.

Obviously, I am not.

Ensign, where is Commander Data?

He has temporarily removed
himself from Bridge duty, sir.

Your crew is excellently
trained, Captain.

A tribute to your leadership.

Although I doubt
their extensive preparation

will be needed.

Why is that?

I do not expect "Captain" Riker

will present
much of a challenge.

Mr. Kolrami, may I speak
with you in private?

I would like to know the
root of your prejudice

for my First Officer.

Oh, Captain, I don't...

Mr. Kolrami, you have been
nothing

but denigrating and abusive
of Commander Riker

since coming aboard this ship.

Now, I would like
some explanation.

Having studied
William Riker's file

prior to this assignment

I have found him... wanting.

In what regard?

His work record is exemplary.

But, as you know

a Starship Captain
is not manufactured.

He or she is born
from-from inside

from the character
of the individual.

My interviews
have revealed a man

who displays circumstantially
inappropriate joviality

belying the seriousness
of his station.

Don't confuse style with intent.

Only a fool would question

Commander Riker's dedication
to Starfleet

and the men and women
under his command.

He is simply the finest officer
with whom I have ever served.

We shall see if your faith
is well-founded.

The test is whether the crew
will follow

where Commander Riker leads.

His...

His joviality is the means

by which he creates
that loyalty.

And I will match
his command style

with your statistics anytime.

Hmm.

Come in, please.

Data.

Counselor

is something the matter?

That was going to be
my question.

With my repository of knowledge

I expected to perform better
against a humanoid life-form.

You know,
some of our greatest advances

have come
from analyzing failure.

While it can be
ego-bruising...

But, Counselor

I do not have an ego.

Yes.

Well, um... a loss
can be disheartening...

But, Counselor,
I do not have a...

Data.

You can handle defeat
in two ways.

You can lose confidence

or you can learn
from your mistakes.

That is what troubles me.

I made no mistakes.

I have conducted
a diagnostic check

of all of my programs.

I'm now cross-checking
with the ship's computer.

Is that all necessary?

I believe so.

I have proven to be vulnerable.

At the present time, my
deductions should be treated

with skepticism.

So, that's why you haven't been
on the Bridge.

Yes.

The Captain would be ill-advised
to rely upon my judgment.

I think you're overreacting.

I'm sure you're all right.

I, however, am not sure.

Easy now.

Is that it?

Yeah.

Good work.

All right.

Hand me that connector
on the kit.

What is that?

My experiment
from the Enterprise.

Wes.

It deals with high-energy
plasma reactions

with antimatter.

You went back
to the Enterprise for that?

Wes, you cheated.

No, sir.

You told me to improvise.

The hard part

is going to be calibrating
the thermal curve

necessary to start
a controlled reaction.

Assuming you can,
can you regulate the reaction?

There's just enough crystal

Ieft to do it.

We plan to channel the reaction
through the chips.

Are we good?

You're better than good.

Great, brilliant.

It's going to be fun.

Carry on.

Come in, please.

All right, Data, enough of this.

Doctor?

How long are you going
to sit sulking

Iike Achilles in his tent?

I'm conducting diagnostic...

You may be able to sell
Troi that story

but not me.

Now, you're smarting
because you were beaten.

Well, it happens.

No, Doctor, this
is not about ego.

I am concerned about giving
the Captain unsound advice.

I wish I had never maneuvered
you into playing that game.

I'm sorry.

Why, Doctor?

It is done,
and perhaps just as well.

This has indicated that I am
damaged in some fashion.

I must find the malfunction.

The simulation begins
in one hour.

You'll have warp drive, Captain

though it may not be
what you expected.

I think that deserves
some kind of explanation.

We'll have warp 1 for about...

Just under two seconds.

That's not long enough
or an escape

but, used as a surprise

it may give
a strategic advantage.

Sir, all of this
is theoretical.

And if your theory
fails to pay off?

Have you ever driven a
Grenthemen water hopper?

Sure.

Ever popped the clutch?

You're saying we're going
to stall the Hathaway?

And the Enterprise
will waltz right over

and pulverize us.

Now, let me try to understand.

You're saying
that Commander Data

is suffering from a profound
loss of confidence

and that you believe

that only I can
restore the balance?

Yes, sir.

Both Deanna and I have tried

but we're not getting
through to him.

Don't you think you both might
be overreacting?

Data is not capable
of the emotions

which you're assigning him.

The effects are the same

whether they're caused
by human emotions

or android algorithms.

Data's not on the Bridge,
and I don't think

Data's going to be on the Bridge

until we find some way
to address his problem.

I'm less than one hour away
from a battle simulation

and I have to handhold
an android.

The burdens of command.

Come in, please.

Commander, I require
your presence on the Bridge.

Captain, with all due respect

perhaps it would be better
if you choose another

to serve as your First Officer.

Data, you are my First Officer.

I have not been able
to isolate the problem, sir.

I might make a mistake.

Yes, you might

but that does not alter your
duty to me and to this ship.

Now, do you know
how to formulate a premise?

Yes, sir.

Then formulate this one.

How do I deal with Commander
Riker and the Hathaway?

I will await your answer
on the Bridge.

And, Commander...

it is possible
to commit no mistakes

and still lose.

That is not a weakness.

That is life.

I believe I understand, sir.

And, Data, will you leave
your hesitation and self-doubt

here in your quarters.

I have several examples

of Commander Riker's
battle technique.

At the Academy, he calculated
a sensory blind spot

on a Tholian vessel
and hid within it

during a battle simulation.

And, as a Lieutenant
aboard the Potemkin

his solution to a crisis
was to shut down all power

and hang over a planet's
magnetic poles

thus confusing
his opponent's sensors.

And from these specifics

what general conclusion
can you extrapolate?

Only 21% of the time does
he rely on traditional tactics

so the Captain must be prepared
for unusual cunning.

Counselor, Commander Riker
will assume

we have made this analysis

and knowing
that we know his methods

he will alter them.

But knowing that he knows
that we know that he knows

he might choose to return
to his usual pattern.

Wait, wait, you're
overanalyzing, Data.

One cannot deny human nature.

What kind of a man
is Commander Riker?

A fighter?

Yes.

The weaker his position

the more aggressive
will be his posture.

And he won't give up.

Then, despite whatever options
he is given

he must be...

The man that he is.
Exactly.

Is that a failing in humans?

You'll have to decide that
for yourself.

On screen.

The hunt begins, Number One.

We're ready.

Just remember, Enterprise

Captain Riker's never lost.

Begin now.

Screen off.

Set course 2-2-3 mark 3-5-7,
full impulse power.

Initiate Kumeh maneuver.

Kumeh maneuver?

Why would they start out
with such a recognizable ploy?

He's teasing.

He wants us to reveal
our tactics on his terms.

Mr. Worf?

Counter
with the Talupian maneuver

on instrument sighting.

Agreed.

Three-quarter impulse,
full on my command.

Ensign Nagel, maximum shields.

Mr. Worf, prepare
your little surprise.

Aye, sir.

Set course 3-1 -7 mark 7-3.

Present minimal aspect.

Ready warp one.

Optimal spread
on simulated torpedoes.

Captain

Romulan warship approaching
fast from astern.

What the...

He came out of nowhere, sir.

Bring us about, Ensign.
Maximum shields.

Full weapon systems.

Disengage...

Lock on,
open a hailing frequency.

I can't, sir.
There's nothing there.

Warp 3, evasive.

Stand by.

Disengage weapons and shields.

Reengage modified beam.

He's quite good.

He's the best.

Computer reports
simulated damage

to several aft decks, sir.

Repair time 3.6 Days.

How did he do that?

Mr. Worf must have overridden
the sensor codes

played some holographic games.

Mr. Data, input a new code.

Attack posture,
circumvental attitude.

Prepare beams for photon mode.

Bye-bye, Hathaway.

Computers report heavy damage
to the Enterprise.

They're moving off, sir.

Why not go after them?

Because they're not through
coming after us.

Wesley, Geordi,
prepare to warp jump.

There are no guarantees here,
sir.

There never are, Lieutenant.

I'm going to trust
your expertise.

Secure your stations.

Stand by for my signal.

Ready the photon torpedoes.

Captain, sensors picking up
a Ferengi warship

closing at warp 5.

Did you input that new code?

Aye, sir.

Mr. Worf, I didn't give you
enough credit.

Continue the simulation.

Divert all power to shields.

Sever modified beams.

Stay between the Ferengi
and the Hathaway.

Engage phasers and target.

Fire when ready.

That's no ghost attacking
the Enterprise.

That's real.

We must assist, sir.

With what?

We have no offensive weapons.

Where are my weapons?

Unavailable, sir.

We cannot disengage
the modified beams.

The connections have been fused.

We must retreat.

Unacceptable.

The Ferengi have broken off
their attack.

Drop shields, transport
the away team aboard.

Transporter functions gone, sir.

Shields reduced
to 1/5 intensity.

Use their moment of
indecision to escape.

I have 40 crew members
onboard the Hathaway...

Who should be sacrificed
to save a thousand.

Acceptable tactical losses,
considering the circumstances.

Not to me.

Notify Starfleet, priority.

Hail the Ferengi on my command.

Formulate alternatives.

As the Starfleet observer,
I am ordering you to withdraw.

I am the Captain of this vessel.

Your order is nullified.

Ferengi on main viewscreen.

I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard

of the Federation Starship
USS Enterprise.

Why have you attacked my vessel?

Why was your ship combative

with another Federation vessel
of lesser design?

Why do you now protect
your former target?

What is its value to you?

Our probes indicate
you were aware

of our approach,
yet took no action.

Your answers will dictate
our response.

We have refrained
from launching a counterattack

in the hope that this
can be resolved peacefully.

Our probes indicate
that you are crippled

and the ship you protect
has no weaponry

no light-speed drive
and only a scarce crew.

This makes no sense to us.

Unless it contains
something very valuable.

I am Bractor

Leader of the Ferengi
attack vessel Kreechta.

I will have the secret
of the other Federation ship.

Surrender it to me

and I will allow your Enterprise
to leave unharmed.

You have ten of your minutes.

Sir, they're massing
a surge of power.

We're being scanned.

They've locked on.

Data?

Our shields will not withstand
another assault, sir.

Then there are no options.

Retreat...

or die.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

Due to a miscalculation
on my part

the Enterprise
has been subjected

to a surprise attack
by the Ferengi.

I find myself with little time
to decide the fate

of 40 of my crew stranded
aboard the derelict Hathaway.

I am open to suggestions.

Captain, we are now capable
of launching

a limited number
of photon torpedoes.

I've already given you
my advice, Captain.

The Hathaway is expendable.

Commander Riker is hailing, sir.

On screen.

Number One, have you been
monitoring communications?

Yes, sir.
Kolrami's right.

You've got to save
the Enterprise.

That would leave you
defenseless.

When Bractor closes in,
we'll hit our warp drive.

Take our chances.

Your what?

We have a limited
two-second warp capability.

Impossible.

That ship was rendered
warp inactive.

I told you he was the best.

I'd like to hear more
about this, Number One, later.

Right now, I have to work
something out with Mr. Data.

Premise-- the Ferengi wish
to capture the Hathaway

believing it to be of value.

Therefore, we must remove
the ship

from their field of interest.

And they will soon relocate it
after a two second warp...

There is a way.

Number One, can you hear this?

Yes, sir, we're all here.

Waiting for you to pull
another rabbit out of your hat.

Mr. Data?

On the Captain's command

we will fire
four photon torpedoes

directly at the Hathaway.

One millisecond
after its detonation

the computer will trigger
your warp jump.

I think I hate this plan.

Data, we're not even sure
our warp jump will work.

If the warp engines
fail to function

the result could be...
unfortunate.

Very unfortunate.

We will be dead.

Captain Riker

I cannot order you to do this.

What the hell,
nobody said life was safe.

The advantage is
that it will appear

from the Kreechta's perspective
as though...

as though you were destroyed
in the explosion.

That will deceive them
only for a few minutes.

Their sensors
will soon locate us.

We'll only need a few minutes,
Mr. Worf

because you're going to prepare
another surprise for them.

Then we're agreed.

On my mark, four minutes.

Remember, Geordi...

if the implementation
is off by one millisecond

the Hathawaywill not survive.

Data, that's the one part
of this plan

that we're all
absolutely sure about.

Are we ready, Number One?

-Ready, Captain.
-Ready, Captain.

Good luck to both of you.

Bractor.

I will wait
no longer, Picard.

You needn't.

The answer is no.

Your actions
have been wholly criminal.

You will not profit by them.

You are a fool.

How can you stop us?

You believe
the Hathaway has value?

We deny you your prize.

Fire.

Destroy your own
rather than suffer

the ignominy of defeat
and capture?

I did not think the Federation
had such iron.

You had no claim on that vessel.

It was ours to destroy.

As you are ours to destroy.

You can try.

Enterprise targeted, Leader.

Leader, there is another
Federation ship closing.

A starship.

Maximum shields.

We have been outmaneuvered.

Retreat.

Captain, our sensors show no
Federation starship nearby.

Of course not, Mr. Burke.

That was Klingon guile.

You made it, Number One.

Smooth ride?

Well, it certainly
was different.

We'll lock on and pick you up.

With pleasure, Captain.

Uh... I must admit,
your Commander Riker

acquitted himself
quite admirably.

And so, Captain

have you.

My report to Starfleet
will be most favorable.

Thank you.

Hmm, hmm-hmm.

Initiate recovery procedures.

Continue repairs.

Plot a course
for the nearest Starbase.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

With the transporter repaired
and my crew safely back aboard

we have officially ended

our first Starfleet
battle simulation.

Come on, come on.

Don't lose it.
Don't lose it.

Come on.
You've got him.

Come on, Data.
Come on, Data.

Come on, Data.
Come on.

Why have you suspended the game?

Because this

is not a rematch.

You have made a mockery of me.

Data, you beat him.

No, sir, it is a stalemate.

No game of strategema
has ever gone this high.

What did you do?

I simply altered my premise
for playing the game.

Explain.

Working under the assumption

that Kolrami
was attempting to win

it is reasonable to assume

that he expected me
to play for the same goal.

You didn't.

No, I was playing
for a standoff.

A draw.

While Kolrami
was dedicated to winning

I was able to pass up
obvious avenues of advancement

and settle for a balance.

Theoretically, I should be able
to challenge him indefinitely.

Then you have beaten him.

It is a matter of perspective,
Doctor.

In the strictest sense,
I did not win.

-Data.
-Data.

I busted him up.