The senior staff are not in a good position right now.
For some reason the ship's computer has rebelled against us, and we are all trapped in Ten Forward by force fields.
The rest of the crew are isolated in their quarters or cannot move, due to the force fiels that surrounds them.
I'll try again.
"Computer! This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard. You will remove all forcefields and return to normal."
"Unable to comply."
"Authorisation not recognised."
Betrayed by a heap of circuits!
I'll try the old standby of asking the others so that it loiks like my idea at the end of it all. That is the first rule taught to us when we assume the rank of Captain.
"Suggestions, anyone?" I inquire.
Riker, Deanna, Worf and Beverly look blank, as if they have been in last place on 'Jeopardy'.
"Mr La Forge?"
"Can we switch the engine off?"
"How do we do that from here?" asks Worf, with a disgusted look.
"Perhaps we can reboot the computer?" suggests Data.
"How would that be possible?" I ask.
"We could set up a neural link with my positronic brain to any computer interface here in Ten Forward. I could send an instruction to switch off. It might even help find out the cause and counteract it."
I am totally confused, but tell Data to go ahead.
He opens a circuit in his head and links a wire to the interface. It lights up and Data's eyes start going around. Then he falls asleep."
"Do not do this again, or Life Support will be removed!" the computer tells us.
"I've got an idea!" says Riker, "We could try the Sid Manouvre."
"Yes, Number One, that will work!"
Geordi goes white.
"Captain, you know what will happen to the circuits...."
"Yes, Mr La Forge, but our situation is desperate."
Riker goes to the replicator and asks for a hammer. He goes under the computer interface and starts hammering at the circuits. The lights start flashing on and off. Eventually, they go down and restart, this time without the forcefields.
The computer responds to my Command Codes. Data is awake again.
"Well done, Number One." I say, "The Sid Manouvre needs to be written into all Starfleet manuals."
"What do you think it was?" asks Deanna.
"I don't know, Counselor. We may have cured the commom cold, but over four centuries, computer blips are the biggest puzzles of all."