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They found themselves in what appeared to be a throne room. The gatekeeper had his head all the way to the floor. A man hurriedly walked from a corner door. He knelt in front of Data who was still holding Sher. “My baby.” He placed his hand over her chest. She coughed up more blood. “Follow me.” They followed him to a small room. The only thing in the room was a coffin shaped box. This man lovingly took Sher from Data’s arms placing her in the box. He handed Picard his jacket back. “Thank you for your kindness.”
“She is most welcome.”
“What are you doing?” Data asked.
“The lining of this oracle is copper. It will help her concentrate her energy more efficiently.”
“What energy? She does not have any left.” Data slid in the floor next to the oracle.
“What happened to my baby?”
“I do not know all the details. Please do not let her die.”
He walked over to Data, kneeling in front of him, “she is home. We will protect her.”
“I pray you do a better job than I did. I have failed her.”
“No, you didn’t my son. She is here and she will live.”
“But not under her own power.”
Two men entered the room. One dressed like an Ancient Greek god; the other an Egyptian. They placed the lid on top of the oracle; they moved to the doors leading out of the room. “When she is ready, she will let herself out. Who better to guard her than her brothers? Stay with her if it will make you feel better.” He turned to Picard, “Captain, I wish our visit was under happier terms.” He extended his hand in a handshake. Picard accepted. “Your crew is welcome to use my planet for shore leave. My home is your home.”
“That is very kind of you. Where is my crew?”
“Your ship is still on route here.”
“May I communicate with them? I want to let them know we are safe.”
“Of course.” He scratched his head, “We knew something was wrong but I had no idea what. We have been unable to communicate with her our way for 10 years.
She had been sending us messages from time to time. Those stopped 5 years ago. We didn’t worry. We sometimes go millennium without seeing or hearing from our children. As a parent it can be frustrating.” Data started gasping for air, backing away from the oracle. They were shocked at his behavior. He pointed at the oracle with an unsteady finger; leaning against the opposite wall. The Greek ripped the lid off the oracle. Sher rose up into a setting position. Blood was oozing from her mouth. One could tell that she was having difficulty breathing.
She reminded Picard of a fish out of water. The Greek god looking man attended to her. The older man stared at Data as he slumped over into the floor. Worf assisted him up. “I don’t even understand this. Three members of her family are in this room and she communicates with Data.”
Picard spoke up. “Data was the closest to her. She has been communicating
with him a lot.”
The old man cocked his head toward Picard. “A lot you say.”
“Data was closer.” Picard reiterated.
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