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The Book
Data woke from his dream. He was sitting in a chair next to his bed. Sher was changing. He could see veins developing under her skin. There were spots on her skin that looked like bruises. “Can I do anything to help you?” He asked to himself more than anything.
‘Find the book’.
“What book?” He said out loud.
“Find the book. Okay.” He went over to the Jormungand. “Find the book,” he repeated to himself. He started his search in her private quarters. “Talk about a needle in a hay stack. If I was a book, where would I hide?” He looked everywhere, on the bridge, in the oriental bedroom; he searched every room before ending up back in her private quarters. He noticed in the middle of her headboard there was something strange. It looked like a face without features. He pushed on it. It slid out of the way exposing a hole. He pulled out a book wrapped in cloth, discovering a very old hand made book. It was written in Turri, Sher’s language. Data sat on the bed reading the book. It was a medical book, describing different remedies of problems a Turritopsian might encounter during their travels. He found a section on skin irritations. There were creams he could make to help the skin heal itself. He took the book back to his quarters. He started making Tuplian Lotion. It turned out to be the consistency of oatmeal. “Here goes nothing.” He began rubbing the lotion on her skin. After he was finished he read the remaining directions out loud. “Leave on skin for 4 hours, then remove with a wet cloth. Repeat action every 8 hours until skin is normal. “We will see how well this works milady.”
After the 5th treatment, Data noticed that her feet were starting to form. He counted the outline for 10 appendages. “What mineral is in this stuff that your body needs right now?” Data took great care in his new position of caregiver. He remembered how this body before him used to look. She took great care of her body. She knew all these little tricks to keeping certain parts of her body well groomed. How many times had he watched her put petroleum jelly on her feet, then put on two pairs of socks to keep her feet soft. He bent over and kissed her forming toes. As he moved up her body, he noticed her hands were starting to form as well. Those soft hands that caressed his body, they stirred emotions in him he had forgotten. Such stimulants he had not felt since, though he had been with women, it was different when you could actually feel what is happening to you and respond in kind.
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