 The shroud looks in Data's direction and suddenly --<br>
    completely against Data's will -- an unseen force causes<br>
    Data's hand to take his phaser and point it at Picard.</p>
  <p> ARMUS<br>
    Robot, how would you feel if you<br>
    were the instrument of death for<br>
    your leader?</p>
  <p> PICARD<br>
    Don't struggle, Mister Data.</p>
  <p> Data relaxes into it.</p>
  <p> DATA<br>
    I have no control over what you<br>
    do with the phaser. Therefore,<br>
    I would no