What would happen if Data ran on Win95
     
     
     WORF:  Captain, there are three Romulan warships uncloaking dead 
     ahead.
     
     PICARD:  On screen.
     
     [The main viewing screen changes to a pattern of horizontal lines, 
     each only a single pixel wide.]
     
     PICARD:  Data, what's wrong here?
     
     DATA: Captain, the main viewscreen does not have sufficient video 
     memory to display an image of this size.  May I suggest that you 
     select a lower resolution?
     
     PICARD:  Make it so.
     
     [The screen blanks, and then an image appears, with big, blocky square 
     pixels. Three objects appear in the center, which could be Romulan 
     warbirds, but which actually look more like the aliens in Space 
     Invaders.]
     
     PICARD:  Data, open a hailing channel to the Romulans.
     
     DATA:  Aye, sir.
     
     [Data picks up an hourglass from the floor beside him, turns it over, 
     and places it on the console in front of him.  He punches some buttons 
     on the console and sits motionless for several seconds.  A flash of 
     light blossoms from one of the Romulan ships on the viewscreen.]
     
     WORF:  Incoming plasma torpedo, Captain!
     
     PICARD:  Shields up!
     
     DATA:  I'm sorry, Captain, but I am still attempting to complete your 
     last instruction.  I must ask you to wait until I have finished before 
     you issue your next command.
     
     PICARD: What on earth do you mean?  Data, this is *important*!  I want 
     those shields up *right now*.
     
     DATA:  I'm sorry, Captain, but I am still attempting to complete your 
     last instruction.  I must ask you to wait until I have finished before 
     you issue your next command.
     
     LAFORGE:  Allow me, captain.  [to Data] Control-alt-delete, Data.
     
     [Data removes the hourglass from the console, and returns it to the 
     floor.]
     
     DATA:  The Romulans are not responding to my hails.  Press my nose to 
     cancel and return to Windows.  Pull my left ear to close this 
     communications channel which is not responding.  You will lose any 
     information sent by the Romulans.
     
     [LaForge pulls Data's left ear.]
     
     PICARD:  Shields...
     
     [There is a tremendous explosion.  The bridge shakes violently, and 
     all the crew members are thrown to the floor.  A shower of sparks 
     erupts from Wesley Crusher's station at the helm, throwing Wesley back 
     away from the console.]
     
     PICARD:  Up, Data!
     
     DATA:  Aye, sir.
     
     RIKER:  All decks, damage report!
     
     WORF:  Captain, Ensign Crusher is injured.  He appears to be 
     unconscious.
     
     [Data picks up the hourglass again, places it on his console, and 
     punches some more buttons.  He waits a few seconds, then puts the 
     hourglass back on the floor.]
     
     DATA:  Shields are now up, captain.
     
     PICARD:  And not a moment too soon.  Worf, lock all phasers on the 
     lead Romulan ship.
     
     WORF:  Aye, sir.  [He punches buttons on the weapons console.]
     
     PICARD:  Mr. Data, take the helm, and prepare for evasive action.
     
     DATA:  I am sorry, sir, but I do not have the proper device driver 
     installed for that console.
     
     PICARD:  Well, damn it, install the right one.
     
     DATA:  Please insert Setup Implant #1 in my right nostril.
     
     PICARD:  Number One, where do we keep Data's setup implants?
     
     RIKER:  I left them with Geordi.
     
     LAFORGE:  [in a surprised voice] What!!?  I thought you still had 
     them!
     
     PICARD:  Data, don't you have device drivers stored in your internal 
     memory?
     
     DATA:  Not found, sir.  Please insert Setup Implant #1 in my right 
     nostril.
     
     PICARD:  Data, I don't *have* Setup Implant #1.
     
     DATA:  Not ready reading right nostril.  Abort, Retry, Fail?
     
     PICARD:  Abort!
     
     DATA:  Not ready reading right nostril.  Abort, Retry, Fail?
     
     PICARD:  Well, fail, then!
     
     DATA:  Current nose is no longer valid.
     
     [Data walks over to the helm, and presses several buttons.  The ship 
     lurches, the images of the Romulan warships suddenly shift to one side 
     of the viewscreen, and a high-pitched whining noise is heard coming 
     from somewhere else in the ship.]
     
     LAFORGE:  [alarmed]  Data, what the hell are you doing?
     
     PICARD:  Number One, do we have a customer service number for Data?
     
     RIKER:  Yes sir, but last time I tried to call them, I got put on hold 
     for two hours before I was able to talk to anyone.  And that person 
     wasn't knowledgeable about androids of Data's model.  She specialized 
     in industrial control robots.
     
     [Suddenly, the lights all go out, the viewscreen goes blank, and all 
     the usual noise of fans, motors, and so on whines to a halt.  After a 
     few seconds, the red emergency lights come on.  Data is standing by 
     the console, absolutely motionless.]
     
     PICARD:  What's going on?
     
     LAFORGE:  [checking the helm console]  Lieutenant Data has caused a 
     General Protection Violation in the warp engine core.
     
     PICARD: These androids look really sharp, but you can't really do 
     anything with them.
     
     [The shimmer of the transporter effect appears, and six Romulans in 
     full battle dress materialize on the bridge.  A seventh figure, a 
     Ferengi, appears moments later.]
     
     FERENGI:  [with a mercenary grin] Can I interest you in a Macintosh ?