USS Voyager, Delta Quadrant
Stardate 53328.6
"Another point for you. You're improving, Seven." Janeway said.
"I am grateful for the encouragement. However, the fact that I still lose a significant percentage of games continues to disturb me."
Good old Seven. She might be the smartest person on the ship, but she still couldn't beat Janeway at Velocity. "Did you take my advice?" Janeway asked her.
"I have endeavored to 'trust my instincts' as you have advocated," admitted Seven. "However, there is a large probability that such random impressions are in error."
"If you truly believe that," said Janeway, shaking her head, "then you're not really trusting them."
Seven looked confused. "Am I simply to ignore the facts?"
Janeway tried to explain. "You're logically equivalent to a Vulcan, and you know how smart they are. But you can't think intuitively, Seven, and that's your problem. If you want to beat me at Velocity--or Naomi at Kadis-kot, for that matter--you'll have to learn."
"Can such a thing be learned?" Seven asked her.
"Frankly, Seven, I don't know," Janeway admitted. "Yet I've seen how far you've come already, and I know that if anyone can do it, it's you."
As if sensing that she had finished, Janeway's commbadge beeped. "Tuvok to Captain. I would appreciate it if you would come to the bridge."
Janeway looked at Seven and shrugged. The crew was harvesting various compounds from a nearby ice cloud. It was in unclaimed space far from any inhabited planets. What could be so urgent to demand her attention?
There was only one way to find out.