A captain sits in his chair on the bridge of a starship, his face furrowed in concentration.
Captain: Computer, chart a course through the minefield.
Computer: Course charted, Captain.
The captain looks speculatively out the viewscreen at a planet and a bright star in the distance.
Captain: Computer, devise the best way to shield this planet from the nearby supernova.
Computer: I have generated 50,000 possibilities and selected the most effective.
The captain is in a council chamber with a grumpy alien leader.
Captain: Computer, find some diplomatic solution to this standoff.
Computer: Of course, Captain. I will pitch it to your counterpart in their native tongue.
The captain lounges in their office drinking a cocktail with a little umbrella in it. Out in the corridor, two officers look on.
Captain: Computer, attend my meetings for me.
Ensign: Do you think we should report him to the admiral?
Lieutenant: Are you kidding? The computer’s the best boss I’ve ever had.
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