Paramount Global owns the Star Trek franchise. This is a piece of fan fiction based on Star Trek the Next Generation.
Spot on ice
It took 3.5 hours for two, 2 men crews to fix the hydraulic to Data’s quarters. Instead of pacing the floor in front of his quarters, which was his first impulse, he went to Engineering. The filter had reversed the coolant flow to 273 degrees Kelvin, the melting point of ice. The containment unit had 73% of it’s coolant back. Data was staring at the pipe holding the filter. “It isn’t going anywhere.” Geordi reassured him.
“I was not thinking that.” He turned to Geordi, “I was thinking how I cannot wait to find out who manufactured that.”
“Another piece to the puzzle.”
“Yes.”
Data’s communicator beeped, “yes.”
“Sir, we will try the doors when you get here.”
“Let us go check it out.” Data and Geordi arrived at his quarters. There was a man kneeling at each tube. “Ready when you are.” Each man called back into the tube.
“Ready.”
The doors hissed. Nothing more. “Nothing.” Data shook his head.
Again they called back into the tube, “nothing.” The men in the tubes made some adjustments. Again the doors hissed.
“Nothing,” they called.
“10 minutes.” Data heard from inside the tube.
“To?” Geordi asked.
The man shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry sir.” Data began to pace.
“I haven’t heard our little lady in a while.”
“Are you attempting to make me feel better?”
“I guess that didn’t help?”
“Not really.”
Geordi sat in the floor across from the doors. Data continued to pace. “Data please stop.”
“Why?”
“You are making me nervous.”
“How is this action making you nervous?”
“It is difficult to explain but you are.” He joined Geordi on the floor. “How long has it been?”
“8.4 minutes.”
Geordi’s communicator beeped, “yes.”
“Sir, the containment unit is at 100%.”
“Thank you.”
“Cabin temperature 291 degrees Kelvin.”
“There is your little lady.” Data tried to smile.
“I need to be in Engineering retrieving that filter.” He patted his foot against the floor, leaned his head against the wall behind him, and let out a long sigh.
“How does it feel to be nervous?” Geordi asked.
“I do not enjoy it.”
The doors hissed, sliding open. Data stared in amazement. “It’s open,” Geordi marveled.
“It is still cold.”
“I thought the temperature returned.”
“It did.” Data got up. Geordi followed. They slowly walked into the room. The door shut.
“Are you sure the temperature went back.”
“Spot rolled across Data’s shoes.
“Spot?” Data bent over picking him up. He was in a clear ball. “How did you get in there?”
“What is it?”
“I have no idea.” He sat Spot in a chair. The ball disappeared, Spot jumped out of the chair rubbing against his legs, purring. “I am happy to see you too.” He bent over picking up Spot. Data kept a collar round him but he had on two. He took the second one off. He read, “Protecting this mans best friend.” He gave Geordi a bewildered look. “What does that mean?”
“There is an Earth saying that ‘dog is mans best friend”, I guess since you don’t have a dog, it is referring to Spot being your best friend.” There was silence between the two while Data petted Spot.
“What is that?” Geordi’s eyes were transfixed on the gelatin mass on Data’s bed. It was light blue. It reminded Geordi of an iceberg.
“When the body is subject to cold temperature it absorbs the coldness. When placed back in normal conditions, the body radiates the cold until it returns to a normal temperature. Have you ever set next to someone who has been submerged in cold water and felt the coldness coming from them?”
“Are you telling me that is a body?” Geordi walked closer to the bed.
“What…how?” He just froze.
“Tortured beyond anything we will ever experience. It seems like the torture is not to end.”
“Who is it?”
“The lady in my dreams.” Data held his hand out over her but never touched her.
“Two weeks of healing has been redirected.”
“The lady in your dreams? The lady in the painting?”
“Yes.”
Geordi didn’t know what to say to console this friend. They stood there in
silence.
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