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No names
Data was attempting to rest in a restless situation. He heard rustling. As he reached out into the darkness, he grabbed a hand, heard a very feminine voice gasp. “Lights.” She said. The light in the room came on.
“Your highness.” Data rose up out of the bed, letting go of her hand.
“I am sorry to bother you.”
“What can I do for you?”
“You are different from the others.”
“Yes, I am.”
“I have never met anyone whose skin is gold.”
“I have never been to a planet made of gold.”
She blushed, ‘we are quite the wonder.” She sat on the edge of the bed. “Have you ever felt that you needed to talk to someone? No one in particular, you just need to talk?”
“Sometimes.”
“And since you are an off worlder, you might be able to help me.”
“I will try your highness.”
“Data right?”
“Yes.”
“Walk with me Data.”
“What about the guard outside?”
“We will not go that way.” She walked over to the fireplace. Inside the grate was a stairwell leading down and eventually out of the palace. Once they were outside, she began to talk. “I have been having horrible nightmares. Things are happening in my nightmares to my planet that I don’t have a name for. Things that have never happened in the recorded history of our planet.”
“Such as?”
“Great walls of water flood the land. The land opens up making enormous cracks in the ground. Rivers of red water flow from mountaintops. The ground shakes so hard that it turns watery. Sinking whatever structure is on it. All of these events happen without warning. Large numbers of my people are killed.”
“And you say none of these events have ever happened to your planet?”
“Never.” They had walked to the edge of a lake. She looked up at the night sky. “I worry about my brother and my fiancée. They went on a pleasure cruise two months ago and have never returned. I fear we have allowed a horrible event to take place.”
“What is the role of women on this planet? I have only seen three women.”
“Very little. The mothers of our children.”
“Will you be allowed to rule?”
“Only if I marry and produce a male heir, then can I carry the title of empress.”
“I noticed in my quarters there were books written in English. Can you read English?”
“Not well.”
“I will try to help you.” As she walked away, Data returned to the Enterprise.
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