O’Brien, after making another buffer backup of the Transporter system.

“Is what I’m doing so wrong?“

A sense of foreboding and dread washes over him. A feeling that the universe, or some cosmic entity, is upset with his tinkering with sentience, persistence of continuity and the general flow and fabric of space time. Maybe, he ponders, it is even bent on punishing me?

“Nah… I’m totally imagining it”