Blake's 7

Vila: (Into bracelet, while explosions are going off all around him) Avon, Avon, are you up there? Avon, come in please. Avon: (over comms) Avon - go ahead Vila. Vila: We've been trying to contact you for an hour. What the hell have you been doing, taking a nap? Avon: (over comms) I've been doing what we came for. How about you? Vila: Oh nothing much, I've been shot at, trodden on, nearly captured twice, and now I think they're trying to blow me up. A fairly average day, you know. Avon: (over comms) They're not aimed at you. Vila: I wish you'd tell them that. Teleport me back up, will you? Avon: (over comms) Not yet, you've still got work to do.

Orac: A computer must, by definition, be logical. But it can also mirror the logic of its creator. Soolin: You mean it's an extension of his mind. Orac: No, that is not what I mean. Soolin: His personality, then. Orac: A better definition, but still not quite accurate. Avon: Would it know how the booby traps on the orbiter are programmed? Orac: As yet, I don't have enough data to answer that question. Avon: If it knew, could you extract the information from it? Come on! (he hits Orac) That's a simple enough question! Orac: There might be problems. Avon: Why? You have extracted information from Federation computers before now. This is just a hodge-podge of three or four of them. You have already said that it is inferior to you. Orac: The difficulty is not technical. It's more one of, uh, attitude. Avon: Ah. You mean the logic of its creator. Orac: Exactly. Let me remind you of ancient Earth mythology. The Delphic Oracle would answer questions truthfully, without giving a true answer. Avon: So what we need is not the right answer, but the right question.