Lost Past; A Star Trek Story

Paramount Global owns the Star Trek franchise. This is a piece of fan fiction based on Star Trek the Next Generation characters. 

 God

    Data moaned rolling over in his sleep. His dream scene changed. She was sitting under one of her giant silver maple trees. “May I ask you something?” 

    Sher was getting used to the tone of his voice. It didn’t startle her anymore. “Sure.”

    “Do you believe in God?” He sat down beside her in the grass.

    “Why do you ask?”

    “I have been reading about religion. Specifically Christianity. The Soong’s do not believe in divine beings. What do you believe?”

    “There was a time in my life, when I was young and didn’t believe in anything. As I get older, I developed a belief in God. You can’t look around you in the cosmos and not believe in something higher than you. Something to give meaning to an otherwise meaningless existence. When you start asking individuals about their faith, your answers are going to be as different as the people themselves. Christianity is just one in millions of belief structures.”

    “Why would creatures of higher learning believe in something you cannot see?”

    “Look around you and tell me who or what created the first plant?”

    “Evolution created the first plants and animals.” 

    “Evolution. Do we chalk everything up to evolution? Water, plants, animals, birds, you?

    “God did not create me, Noonien did.”

    “Are you the next course in evolution?”

    “No, I cannot reproduce.”

    “Just because you can’t reproduce doesn’t mean the world can’t be populated with androids.”

    “Interesting theory.”

    “Think about it.”

    He woke himself up falling out of the bed. He just sat there for a long time thinking about her. “DaTa,” she whispered. Her voice rang through his thoughts. This wasn’t a dream. 

    “Sher.” 

    “DaTa, I am sorry.”

    “I cannot comprehend this.”

    “I know. But you must try to remember.”

    “What do I do?”

    “Allow the dreams. Don’t open the cell all at once. It will overload your positronic matrix. Forgive me DaTa. I do love you.”

    “Sher?”

    Her voice was gone. Once again, he was alone. Abandoned. She loved him. Had she always loved him? No, not always. Love developed out of friendship. Did he love her? Yes, he did. So much so that it hurt. He had forgotten about the greatest love of his life.