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Open space
Picard walked over to the two chairs that were up against the control panel. Data was slumped over in one asleep. He turned to his crew, “return to the Enterprise.” They disappeared. He turned back toward Data. “Mr. Data.“
Data rolled his head over to Picard. “I know. My tone was unbecoming an officer.”
Picard sat down in the other chair beside of him. “Are you alright?”
“No. The closer we get to where we are going the worse I am going to get.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I am very sure.”
Picard looked out the window of the Jormungand. “The view from here looks so different than the view from the Enterprise.”
“This is actual space. If you stand on the hull of the Enterprise, this is what you would see?”
Picard thought about that for a minute. Actual space. Then he let it go. “Something here is very protective of you.”
“The Jormungand considers me her father.”
Picard was amazed, “how?”
“I helped create her. Follow me.” Picard followed Data through a maze of corridors ending up in the library.
Picard saw the painting on the wall. “What an amazing creature.” He marveled. “Who is she?”
Data looked at her for a moment. He was so sad, to the point it hurt Picard to look at him. “Scheherezade.”
“Scheherezade.” Picard gasped.
“Scheherezade was a character in a story.”
“I am aware of that sir. ‘The Arabian Nights’ by Sir Richard Burton, it was written in 1850. I know it well.” He walked over to the panel in the wall to the secret room. “This is what I wanted you to see.”
Picard followed him to the room full of drawings. Data pulled out a drawer. “You did these?”
“Apparently. You may stay as long as you like.” Data left the room.
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