"Still under Central's control, I suppose."
WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT TATTOOING?
"Only what Captain Birdsel here told me," Starbuck said. No doubt there was a pattern of fine logic to the calculator's inquiries, but he was too dense to see it. The question sounded to him like the mumblings of a mongoloid.
"I'd be delighted to fill the brain in on the subject," Birdsel said.
The calculator's communication screen remained blank.
"Was there anything else you wanted to know?" Starbuck inquired.
YOU WILL PROCESS THE GORGON THROUGH PHASING, SWABBER STARBUCK.
"The hyperspace jump? But that's the captain's job," he protested.
"Not at all, not at all," Birdsel interrupted. "Whatever the calculator says. Now if you'll excuse me, there is some paint I have to requisition...."