"Captain Fish, were you able to make anything out of the exchange?"
"Yes, Sir. It appears to be some sort of code. I responded in what I hoped might be an appropriate manner."
"Cmdr. Bubba, as our chief interpreter, have you had an opportunity to look into this yet?"
"Yes, Sir. It appears to be a very simple and elegant code that mutates and morphs automatically - ------ that's ----- by itself, Sir."
"Is it breakable?"
"All codes are breakable, Sir. It's just a matter of finding the 'Rosetta Stone'for it."
"And?"
"As near as I can figure, given it's current rate of mutation, I'd say we can break it -- in abouuuuuut -- let me see here, four years, three months, nine days, eleven hours and sixteen minutes -- plus or minus four weekends."
"Four weekends?"
"Golf, Sir."
"Oh. And what will it take to complete this task?"
"Approximatelyyyyyyyy, 346 billion tera-bytes, Sir."
"We don't have anything that powerful! Do we Captain Hershey?"
"Yes, Sir, we do. But it's currently running a mission for another department."
"And that is?"
"Sorting all possible combinations of 'Freecell' and cateloging them, Sir."
"How long until it's done?"
"Approximately, two weeks, three days, sixteen hours and ten minutes."
"What about shared resources?"
"Won't work, Sir," said Cmdr. Bubba. "It's going to require a fully-dedicated resource."
"What's the priority on the current job?"
"Full and preemtive, Sir," said Capt. Hershey.
"Damn!"
"Sir?" came a small voice from the back of the room. "Sir, if it helps any at all, Sir, I have a Cray here in my pocket."