I do love the banter between Tran and the Cavalcade here.
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The Reclaimer kneeling next to the holographic projector.
CAVALCADE
This... is one of your human constructs?
RECLAIMER
It is. Tran and I go way back.
CAVALCADE
And just what is it that Tran can do that we cannot do better?
RECLAIMER
Don't be petty, b--
TRAN
Do better?!
Close in on the display pedestal.
TRAN
Sir, who are these bozos with the high-falutin' egos you've got riding around in your skull?
RECLAIMER
Relax, Tran. They're friends.
TRAN
Well, I don't think I like them much.
Zoomed in on the Reclaimer.
RECLAIMER
Tran, meet the Cavalcade -- well, part of them, anyway. Boys, meet Tran. She's one of a kind.
TRAN
Sir, quit it. You're making me blush.
CAVALCADE
And just what is it that makes it so special?
TRAN
She.
CAVALCADE
Pardon?
Looking over the Reclaimer's shoulder.
TRAN
You called me an 'it'. I'm a 'she'. Get it right.
CAVALCADE
With respect, artificial constructs do not have a gender. It is a physiological impossibility.
TRAN
Oh, brother.
TRAN
Look, I don't care how it works in your part of the galaxy, but I was modeled after a female. I may not have a physical body, but my psychological makeup is all woman.
CAVALCADE
Apologies, Tran. We meant no disrespect.
Camera pulled back from the Reclaimer a bit.
TRAN
None taken, I assure you. I just like keeping folks on their toes. Right, sir?
RECLAIMER
{sigh}
RECLAIMER
Are you kids done squabbling now?
TRAN
Yes.
CAVALCADE
Indeed.
Close up on the holographic display.
RECLAIMER
Good, because we're a little pressed for time here.
RECLAIMER
Tran, remember that special program I built for you a long time back and told you lock away?
TRAN
Yes, sir. You said you never wanted to have to use it.
RECLAIMER
Well, it's time to unlock it.
TRAN
Oh, dear...
The Reclaimer kneeling next to the holographic projector.
CAVALCADE
This... is one of your human constructs?
RECLAIMER
It is. Tran and I go way back.
CAVALCADE
And just what is it that Tran can do that we cannot do better?
RECLAIMER
Don't be petty, b--
TRAN
Do better?!
Close in on the display pedestal.
TRAN
Sir, who are these bozos with the high-falutin' egos you've got riding around in your skull?
RECLAIMER
Relax, Tran. They're friends.
TRAN
Well, I don't think I like them much.
Zoomed in on the Reclaimer.
RECLAIMER
Tran, meet the Cavalcade -- well, part of them, anyway. Boys, meet Tran. She's one of a kind.
TRAN
Sir, quit it. You're making me blush.
CAVALCADE
And just what is it that makes it so special?
TRAN
She.
CAVALCADE
Pardon?
Looking over the Reclaimer's shoulder.
TRAN
You called me an 'it'. I'm a 'she'. Get it right.
CAVALCADE
With respect, artificial constructs do not have a gender. It is a physiological impossibility.
TRAN
Oh, brother.
TRAN
Look, I don't care how it works in your part of the galaxy, but I was modeled after a female. I may not have a physical body, but my psychological makeup is all woman.
CAVALCADE
Apologies, Tran. We meant no disrespect.
Camera pulled back from the Reclaimer a bit.
TRAN
None taken, I assure you. I just like keeping folks on their toes. Right, sir?
RECLAIMER
{sigh}
RECLAIMER
Are you kids done squabbling now?
TRAN
Yes.
CAVALCADE
Indeed.
Close up on the holographic display.
RECLAIMER
Good, because we're a little pressed for time here.
RECLAIMER
Tran, remember that special program I built for you a long time back and told you lock away?
TRAN
Yes, sir. You said you never wanted to have to use it.
RECLAIMER
Well, it's time to unlock it.
TRAN
Oh, dear...