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A very good friend
Geordi had moved Data to the lived in bedroom. He was setting in a chair watching Data. ‘You are a very good friend,’ kept ringing in his ears. He couldn’t get used to the idea of Data collapsing. This Data was turning into a completely different Data than the one he knew. But then as we experience life we change with it. Events tend to nurture emotions in us. He knew that with his own personality.
Geordi stood up as Data’s body began to rise off the bed. “What?” He backed up as Data started to spin in midair. Faster and faster he spun. He was spinning so fastthat his communicator flew off, Geordi ducked just in time to miss it, whizzing past his head. Data’s body slammed onto the bed. “Data?” Geordi was very cautious about checking on his friend. “Data.” Data rose from the bed screaming. Geordi fell backwards into the floor. “Data!” He fell back to the bed. Geordi scrambled to get out of the floor. “Data.” He inched closer to the bed.
Data was a mess. His hair. His clothing. He stood up straitening his person. “I have to figure out what is going on here. I do not know how much more of this I can take.” He stopped looking a Geordi. “Emotionally that is.” I now know what a nagging question feels like when the answer is uncertain.”
“What is the question? I can’t think of a central one. I can think of hundreds.”
“The central question for me is, why is this happening?”
“Why? How? Who’s causing it? The list goes on and on.” Geordi took a deep breath, “Data,” he commented as he sat on the edge of the bed.
Data turned toward him.
“Do you think a series of events will start effecting the crew?
“I think they already have. Members of the crew have been seeing things, hearing things. Things that cannot be explained as a dream or an overactive imagination. I feel the crew; especially certain members of us are going to be experiencing reoccurring strange events.”
“One burning question right now is how one person can fly this ship?”
“Why assume it is only one person?”
Geordi looked around. “This is just the impression I get. One very creative person.”
“Very perceptive my friend.”
“Where did that come from?”
“Should I not call you my friend?”
“You are my friend. It’s just a coincidence I guess. Something spoke to me earlier telling me I am a ‘very good friend’. Odd.”
“Odd is going to become the familiar.”
“Are you going to the concert tonight?”
“Yes.” They returned to the Enterprise together.
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