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Data woke up from his dream. “What is wrong with me?” He tried to get up but couldn’t. He couldn’t move anything except his head. He thought about paging Dr. Crusher. He knew every incident he had was reported somewhere. Mythological deities started rolling through his mind. Horus, he who is above. Osiris, King of the dead. Thor, there was something important about him, intense anger, intense love, emanated from him. Almost to the point that the two emotions were one. For some reason Data feared and respected him. Thor was Sher’s father. That is why he was important. Those green eyes read through everything they saw. Then there was Juventus, God of youth. Freya, she was beautiful and furious. Thor’s anger was the mayhem kind. Freya’s was direct with purpose. Data shivered as Morpheus appeared to him; God of dreams. A male voice echoed through his mind, “remember.”
“Morpheus!” He screamed. Data tried so hard to move, but he struggled against invisible straps. His head throbbed as he moaned. Turritopsis. A jellyfish? No, not a jellyfish, a race of people. He struggled even harder to free himself.
His door chimed. “Come,” he was hoping for Dr. Crusher. He got Geordi instead.
“Data?” He just laid still. “What’s happening?”
Data sighed out of frustration. “I cannot move.” He wiggled his fingers but couldn’t move his wrist.
“Are you in pain?”
“Not yet. Geordi, I do not believe I will ever adapt to your eyes.”
“Are they that bad?” He sat on the edge of the bed.
“They are just different. I am used to seeing your visor.”
“Your language is getting less technical. That will be difficult to adapt to.” Geordi smiled.
Data’s lips rolled. His breathing increased. He acted like someone who was about to throw up.
“Data?” Geordi got up and paged Dr. Crusher.
She ran into the room. Geordi caught her before she could reach the bed.
Data’s body began to jerk. He muffled a scream the best he could. It felt like volts of electricity were racing through him. Beverly tried; in vain, to pick up anything out of place on her tricorder but couldn’t. After a full minute of spasms, he lay very still.
“Data?” Beverly called. She and Geordi just stared at him.
With a gravelly voice Data said, “JVMO ZP YNLN ZB MTWV.” As soon as he said it, he passed out.
“Data?” Geordi let her go. She ran over to Data. “Data?” She shook him.
“Stop.” He sat up moaning. “Geordi, how did you know to catch her?”
“You were covered with a blue glow.”
“What is happening here?” Dr. Crusher asked in frustration. “And what does JVMO ZP YNLN ZB MTWV mean?”
He moaned, trying to get up out of bed instead fell to his knees in the floor. “It means, help me.” He didn’t tell her its entire meaning, ‘Save me DaTa my love.”
They helped him set on the edge of the bed.
“You’re sweating again.” Beverly observed.
“Data?” Geordi knelt in front of him, encouraging him to say something, anything.
His chest was still pulsating. Beverly touched him, withdrawing her hand instantly. “Ouch,” she shook her hand. “You shocked me.”
He locked eyes with Geordi for a second. A red hue flashed across his android yellow eyes. He closed his eyes before falling over onto Geordi. “Data?”
“Save me.” He whispered.
Geordi and Beverly just stared at each other.
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