Lost Past; A Star Trek Story

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The rehearsal

 Jean-Luc and Beverly walked down the corridor. She was the first to speak, “Jean-Luc?”

    He interrupted her, “Beverly?”

    They looked at each other blushing like school children. “What do you think about that little display?” she asked.

    The door to his quarters slid open. He motioned for her to enter. After the door slid closed behind them, he spoke. “I wonder if that was how Romeo felt?

    “What do you mean?”

    “Can I get you anything?”

    “No, I’m fine.” She said as she sat on the couch.

    His door chimed, “come.”

    It was Deanna and Wil. Deanna looked around and saw Beverly, “are we interrupting?”

    “No, not at all.” Beverly answered. 

    Deanna and Wil joined Beverly on the couch. Picard sat in a chair close to Beverly. “We were trying to figure out what happened in there?” He commented.

    “As were we.” Wil offered. For 5 minutes, I was Casanova.” He grinned.

    “A criminal?” Beverly asked.

    “No a lover with wit and charm. I can see me retiring to write my memoirs.”

    “Would you have 12 volumes?” Picard asked.

    “More.” Wil laughed.

    “I can almost envision that.” Picard smiled, “I fancied myself to Romeo.”

    “Romeo?” Deanna asked. “A passionate yet doomed lover?”

    “Yes.” Came his honest reply. “That makes twice Data has done something to invoke strange emotions in us.”

    “Maybe he is just giving us the opportunity to think about things that we should?” Wil inquired.

    “That was by far the best piece of music I have ever heard.” Beverly stopped.

    “What was that thing, for the lack of a better description? That developed in the corner of the room?” Wil asked.

    “You can’t convince me otherwise that it wasn’t the,” Beverly stopped.

    “Essence of a person.” Picard finished her sentence.

    “Exactly.”

    “And did it curtsy at him?” Deanna asked.

    “I thought it did.” Beverly remarked. “It was as if it was in the room already.”

    “Invisible. But his playing made it take form.” Wil added.

    “You don’t think that could have been inside Data and his playing brought it out?” Beverly frowned.

    Deanna analyzed, “I think that would have made his behavior more complex than that it has been. If that would have been the case, he would have acted schizophrenic.” 

    “You don’t think Data has been acting like two different people?” Picard asked.

    “No, I think he has been acting like a person who is confused, desperate.

    “Do you think he is acting out events that have happened in his past?” Picard asked.

    “No, I think he is remembering events in the past during those periods of turmoil. I still stick to my hypothesis that someone or something is communicating with him.” Deanna spoke. 

    “The formation in the corner could have been an attempted reconstruction of whomever is communicatingwith him,” Beverly interjected.

    “Do you think that is her ship?” Wil pointed out the window.

    “Her?” Picard questioned.

    “In my head, that outline was of a woman.”

    “And on the Jormungand in the Luminaria we saw part of a conversation Data was having with a woman.” Deanna remembered.

    “She had harsh things to say about Admiral Westerfield.” Wil added. 

    “He wasn’t invited to this rehearsal.”

    “Could it have been her?”

    “She would have to be a powerful being in order for that to happen.” 

    “Powerful, perhaps in trouble?” 

    “That is an interesting theory.” Picard voiced.

    “She said lots of things that I have questions about. She said she was a Goodwill Ambassador. I’ve tried to research Good Wil Ambassadors but there isn’t anything in our database.” Beverly hissed.

    “She also felt that Westerfield deployed her without proper authorization from the president.” Deanna commented.

    “None of this was in your reports.” Picard snapped.

    Deanna looked at Wil. “We are having a hard time writing a report. The things we want to say just don’t sound right. They don’t make any sense.”

    “If they don’t make sense to us, how are they going to make sense to you” Wil added.

    “What is a Luminaria?” Picard asked.

    “You have to see this thing?” Wil answered. He tapped his communicator. “Data, meet me in Transporter room 2.” He turned back to the group. “Let’s move our meeting.” The four friends moved to transporter room 2 where Data was waiting.