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You look familiar to me.
“Data, when you first met me,” Captain Dom paused. “You didn’t speak right away. Why?”
“You look familiar to me.”
“As you do to me. Not you really but your skin tone and those yellow eyes. I will never forget those eyes as long as I live.”
“You and I have never met.”
“I know. The one you saw like me, what was his appearance?”
“He was brown but his skin was spotted.”
“A soldier.”
“How would you know that?”
“We to are structured into class but not by holes in our ears but by the color of our skin. The color of your skin will determine what you do in life. Brown like mine, we make good leaders. We are captains, kings, and ambassadors. Blue, which is rare in my people, are painters, writers, and the like. Black is also rare. They are,” he paused. “The red,” he patted his head.
“Hair?” Data asked.
“Yes, red hair lady. What does she do? She has a different purpose than you?”
“Yes, she is a doctor.”
“Doctor. They help people?”
“Yes.”
“The black skin of my race helps people. Doctors if you will. The spotted skin, if you will, are protectors. They are naturally aggressive. We work with that aggression to achieve well-disciplined protectors. Some of them do stray for the lure of treasure.”
“What is treasure?”
“Treasure can be many things. In some cases, it is food.”
Data never said a word. They walked from the cargo bay back to the turbo lift. Finally he spoke, “where have you come across someone like me before?”
“On my home world, there is a statue of someone like you. It is a reminder of why our planet was almost destroyed.”
“Destroyed?”
“Yes. Our world went through a period of re-creation. Everything we knew changed. It is still our world but the trees are different. The water is different. Even the grasses are different.”
Once in the turbo lift “bridge” Data ordered. The lift started its upward motion. Data ushered Captain Dom to Picard’s office.
“Come,” came Picard’s voice from the other side of the door. “Captain, Mr. Data.”
“Preparations have been made sir.” Data reported.
“Good, good. Captain, is there anything else we can do for you?” Picard asked.
“Yes, one more thing. I need something from my ship. Will you show me how to get it?”
“Sure.”
Data left.
“Data,” came Picard’s voice over the com. “Join me in transporter room 2.”
“Yes sir.” When Data entered the transporter room, he found Picard and Dom deep in conversation.
“Mr. Data, I have a gift for you.” He handed Data 2 books. “Our language can be difficult to understand as it is written.” The biggest book that was given was the equivalent of a dictionary. “This one is our history over the last 100 years. Especially the re-creation will interest you.”
“Thank you Captain.”
“Thank you. If we meet again, I hope our meeting will be as prosperous.”
When Captain Dom was on the transporter pad Picard said, “Energize,” soon Dom was gone.
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