Lost Past; A Star Trek Story

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Pray

    Data knelt beside his bed, “Sher I know you can hear me. Do not destroy the HaBlich home world. If you must destroy something, hurt only those that are responsible for your pain?”

    “That is very noble of you Data.”

    “Q, what do you want?”

    He walked around the bed to the other side, kneeling with Data. “I want the same thing you want. I want her to live.” He paused for a moment. “She can heal herself can’t she?”

    “It will take time. I,” he thought. “I have never prayed before. The concept was as hard to grasp as emotion itself. Now, I feel the need to pray for her well-being; though, I have no idea who to pray too.”

    “Pray to her God.”

    “How?”

    “Did she never tell you about her faith?”

    “If she did, I do not remember it.”

    Q materialized a book. “Read this.” He was gone.

    Data sat in a chair and began to read. Half way through the book, his door chimed. “Come.”

    Picard entered, “how are we doing Mr. Data?”

    “We are doing fine sir. What can I do for you?”

    “You are reading the Bible?” He questioned.

    “Yes sir, I am.”

    “May I ask why?” 

    “I feel the need to pray for her but I do not know who to pray to. Q suggested that I pray to her God. So I am learning about him.”

    Picard walked over to the bed. “How did you get her off the slab?”

    “It was not easy.”

    “Why does this purple cloth look familiar?”

    “It was Sera’s cape. She gave it to us to cover Sher with so that the sun would not cook her. I laid Sher on it to remind her that not all of the HaBlich are bad people. Sera knew they had committed a horrible act. Her dreams were a prophecy of what was to come. Sera has the capacity to reform her people and bring equality to the HaBlich. She needs the opportunity to live up to her potential.”

    “Data you are becoming more and more human everyday.”

    “This has been the most painful experience I have ever been through.” Data had joined Picard by the bed. He was staring at her. 

    “Is this the lady that was in the painting?”

    “Yes, Scheherezade.” Data let out a long sigh.

    “Do you have any idea what she went through?”

    “What she shared with me only scratched the surface.”

    “You are joking.”

    “I do not think this is the appropriate time for humor, sir?” Data questioned.