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The holodeck door slid open. “So what are we doing?” Geordi asked in his usual nice manner.
“I would like you to assist me with something.” Data replied.
“Are you okay?”
“For now.”
“What would you like help with?”
“I would like for you to help me review my memories.”
“How?”
“I am hoping that by connecting my positronic matrix to the holodeck we can replay my memories.”
“Data this is going to be so personal. Are you sure?”
“Yes, you are my friend Geordi. I trust you. I cannot recognize what we are looking for. Perhaps you can.”
“What are we looking for?”
“I am unsure.”
Data tapped a console on the wall turning on the meadow they were in when he missed the poker game. “I have been having dreams.” He paused for a moment, “you saw what happened to me. I cannot take much more.”
“Dreams? Data that’s progress.”
Data tapped a console again, a chair appeared; he sat down. “No, I am afraid not.”
“Dreams are part of being human.”
“I realize that and want that. This hurts. I am convinced these are not dreams these are memories. This place was my home planet before the crystal entity destroyed it. I am estimating that I have been activated three times. Now; a period of time that I know my memories were erased and replaced with the colonist, perhaps a time before that.”
Data ended the program, returning the holodeck to its black squares outlined in bright yellow. Geordi hooked a cable into Data’s positronic matrix.
“What are we looking for?” Geordi said to himself more than anyone. “Okay, you are hooked up.”
“I am nervous.”
“Data, I can’t imagine what you are going through. Are you sure you want to do this?”
He sighed, “I have to.” He closed his eyes and took a heavy breath. “The memory cell looks like a circuit. I assume that is why the colonist didn’t erase it.”
The holodeck filled with faint images of people. Their everyday lives. A couple was getting married. A lady was giving birth. People were working on machines of all shapes and sizes.
“This is going to be like finding a needle in a hay stack.” There was a hint of depression in Geordi’s voice. He walked through what seemed miles of impressions. There were bits and pieces of memories everywhere. A rabbit hopped past him. It was more vibrant in color than anything around him. He followed it through mazes of impressions. “My goodness.” He sighed. The rabbit stopped at the feet of a tall man with long white wavy hair, dressed in traditional Norse clothing. His hair and beard were braided and he had an unnatural looking tan. It seemed the closer he got to the man, the farther away he appeared.
He raised his right arm, extending his finger to the wall. It looked the same as the wall behind him. However, Geordi approached it and began feeling around. His left hand disappeared. He quickly pulled it back. When he turned back around, the Norse clad man and the rabbit were gone.
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The Crystal Entity
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