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Dr. Crusher and Captain Picard ran through the door. Beverly fell to her knees beside Data. Had Jean-Luc not saw this with his own eyes, he would never have believed it. Data was lying in the floor, his uniform torn as if by a pack of wild animals. His android skin was just as tattered as his uniform. Circuits and wiring were exposed in uncountable places.
“Data,” Beverly called to him gently. She was apprehensive about touching him. “Data?”
“Please,” he hissed. “Don’t deactivate me.” He rolled his head over toward the pair, when he did his right eye came loose from its socket. Beverly jumped in shock.
“Please,” Data seemed to beg.
“As you wish,” Picard reassured him.
When Data woke he wasn’t in sickbay, he was in a special section of engineering that he and Commander LaForge had developed to take care of his special needs. Geordi was standing around a console; Dr. Crusher and Captain Picard were watching him.
“How do you feel Mr. Data?” Picard asked.
“Weak, sir.” There was a long period of silence. “What did I miss in Admiral Westerfield’s briefing?”
“Nothing, we haven’t had it yet. Westerfield says it is of the greatest importance that all senior staff members be present.” Picard reported.
“How long have I been out?”
Geordi answered, “10 hours. Of which, 8 of that was spent repairing you.”
Data moved an arm so he could see it. He was stiff and sore.
“What?” Beverly asked.
“I believe Doctor, I am stiff and sore.” Data reported. “Geordi you did a good job repairing me. Thank you.”
“I hope to never have to do that again.” Geordi wrinkled his brow. “If that would have lasted five more minutes, you could have sustained some major damage.”
“What was that Data?” Picard asked.
Data just shook his head which was also stiff and sore.
“When you are feeling up to it, report to duty.” Picard left the room.
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