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Practice

    “DaTa?” Her accent thrilled him. “Have you been practicing?”

    “Yes, I have. Though I must admit, Dr. Soong seems quite upset with our exercises.”

    Data was sitting on a couch in the middle of the study. 

    “He’ll get over it.” 

    “Why can I not say contractions?”

    “I can only assume that it is a design in your programming. A way to set you apart from the villagers here.”

    “That would be a logical assumption about my skin color as well.”

    “Yes it would. Or it could be some narcissistic need of Dr. Soong’s?”

    “The villagers do not like me very much do they?”

    “I am afraid not.”

    “Why?”

    “Perhaps you should ask the Soong’s that question.”

    “You know the answer.”

    “I do. But it is not for me to tell you. Are you ready?”

    “Yes.”

    “Okay, here we go, abandoned?”

    “Give up to vice; shamelessly and recklessly wicked; profligate; depraved; vicious.”

    “Under what circumstances would you feel abandoned?” 

    “If left alone?”

    “Is that a question or an answer?”

    “An answer.”

    “Very good. Voluptuous?”

    “Pertaining to sensual pleasure; gratifying the senses; exciting tending to excite sensual desire.”

    “Is there anything you find voluptuous?”

    Data had a twinkle in his eye. “You.” He growled. He jumped from the couch. She giggled.

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No connection?

    Data got up to leave, “excuse me.” He went to Councilor Troi’s office.

    “Data, what a surprise. How can I help you?”

    “I need some information from you. I need to know how many people have come to you in the last two months complaining of heightened states of emotion. I need to know the complaint and the species.” He left as abruptly as he arrived. He did the same to Dr. Crusher. She was as confused as Deanna by the request.

    Deanna and Beverly arrived at the same time to Data’s quarters. “Have you been charged with the same task?” Beverly asked.

    “Yes, I asked you both the same questions.” Data answered as he entered the room. Spot jumped on the chair meowing. Data had on black pants and a long sleeve black shirt. His uniform shirt was draped over the back of the chair Spot jumped in. 

    “Data?” Beverly asked, “you don’t have shoes on?”

    “I am in my quarters.”

    She just looked at Deanna in amazement.

    “Have a seat ladies.” He paced as he read their reports. “What do we know about these societies?”

    “I don’t think that will work Data.” Beverly answered.

    “Why?”

    “They have no common thread. I ran some statistical data of my own. I have had 300 separate complaints in the past two months with everyone from a toe ache to the wild fiasco the other day. There isn’t a common denominator.”

    “Scat.” Data said to Spot. He jumped out of the chair then Data sat down. He was still reading the logs. “What about you Counselor?”

    “I have found two common denominators in my cases. I have had 50 separate complaints related to emotions or the lack there of. My most extremes have been, you Data, an animation of feelings that you shouldn’t be having; to a complete drain of emotion. With the exception of you, my two groupings are very aggressive species or species that are very connected to their emotions.” 

    “You have listed yourself.”

    “I have been having ‘feelings’ that I can’t explain either.”

    Data continued to read. “We have not had any reports of violent activity.” He rubbed his chin. “Maybe I am looking for something that does not exist? Thank you.”

    Beverly and Deanna looked at each other once again as they got up to leave. They heard a thud. Data was laying on the floor as if he had fallen out of his chair. Data’s body started jerking. They jumped back. On his hands appeared holes as if someone was burning them.

    Data saw Sher. She was lying on a golden slab in the floor. Her hands and feet were being burnt with a rod he didn’t recognize. She wouldn’t scream. Wouldn’t cry. Wouldn’t move. Her tormentors wanted these reactions. This treatment was repeated for days. Each morning when the tormentors appeared the marks from the day before had disappeared. When they realized this wasn’t working, they started experimenting with other forms of torture. 

    Data woke still lying in the floor. He looked at his hands. There were no marks. Nor were there any on his feet. He noticed that Deanna and Beverly were both still in his quarters. 

    “How are you feeling?”

    “Dazed and confused.” He confessed.

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qhubDaQ

    Worf, Wil, and Data were sitting in Ten-Forward trying to wind down from a very eventful afternoon. 

    “What do you make of all of this Data?” Wil asked.

    “I am unsure. I cannot help but think nothing good is going to come from this.”

    The alien from Aungous 5 that had confronted Data in sick bay walked up to the officer’s table. “Mr. Worf, you are a warrior. Don’t you feel your Klingon blood burning?”

    Wil shot him a ‘how dare you interrupt us’ stare. “We are trying to have a quiet drink.” He scolded.

    “Why does my Klingon blood interest you?”

    “You are a warrior, bred, and born into combat. Don’t you feel the desire in you to destroy something?”

    “The difference between a warrior and a barbarian is knowing when and where to destroy something.

    “Please, you must show me how you are controlling the burn. It is driving me insane.” 

    “What is your name?” Worf growled.

    “Angus.”

    “Angus, meet Commander Riker and Lieutenant Commander Data.”

    Angus looked at Data.

    “We have met,” Data remarked. “How are your ears?”

    Fine, your head?”

    He growled, “You have to fix this.” Angus stopped suddenly as his attention was drawn out the window. “Oh no.” He hissed. “Hide that where no one can see it.”

    “Since it is about half the size of the Enterprise, where would you suggest we hide it?” Data asked.

    “You must. The Jormungand is recognized by many cultures as what it is. All mankind is caught within his coils. Are you so naïve that you think mankind only applies to humans? Mr. Worf, you have heard of the cha’Do’?”

    “Yes, it is a bird. Not much is known about it.”

    “Perhaps you should study up on your mythology sir. Our ghbDaQ is calling to us.” Angus left.

    “What was that about?” Will asked.

    “I have no idea. I am very confused.”

    “ghubDaQ?” Data asked.

    “First born child.” Worf answered. 

“Nothing about that encounter made sense.”

    “Are you having problems Worf?” Wil asked now concerned.

    Worf cleared his throat. “I am having problems sleeping at night. Which is causing me not to want to focus during the day.” 

    “You are doing a fine job hiding this.”

    “I am supposed too.” He hissed. 

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Jo?

  “So you are Mr. Data?” A feminine voice asked. 

    He turned around expecting someone to be there. But there was nothing.

    “Yes.” He continued to look around him.

    “You will not find what you are looking for. You may call me Jo. Short for Jornumgand of course.”

    “But the voice I heard before was male.”

    “I can be male if you want me to be. I thought you would enjoy this more.”

    “I was expecting you to be taller.”

    “What?”

    “All I have of you is a description. Soon everything will come back to you. You will remember what all of my knobs and levers are for.”

    “I will?” He was very confused.

    “It is like riding a bicycle, once you learn, you never forget.” He heard a giggle. “You credit Dr. Soong as being your father don’t you?”

    “You use contractions.”

    “Would you prefer I didn’t?”

    “No,” he sighed. “Yes, I credit Dr. Soong as my father.”

    “Why?” 

    “He created me.”

    “And Mrs. Soong as your mother?”

    “Yes.”

    “Very well, then I shall call you my father.”

    Data looked around the rooms they had just been through. “Why?” He questioned slowly as he walked.

    “You don’t remember anything?”

    “I am having difficulty with remembering lots of things.”

    “That’s alright.” He stopped in the ballroom. “You are my father because you created me.”

    “I did?”

    “Yes. Well, you helped.”

    “Do you want me to help you figure this out or do you want to figure it out on your own?”

    “I need to do this on my own.”

    “Very well.” There was a moment of silence. “Father,” followed by a childish giggle. “Too cool.”

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Bedroom 

    Wil’s communicator beeped. “Report!” Captain Picard said sternly.

    “Still trying to locate the bridge sir.”

    “Keep at it.”

    “Yes sir.”

    At the end of the hall was a door they had not noticed earlier. The door slid open and they stepped inside.

    “A turbo lift,” Deanna observed.

    “Going up.” A very masculine voice proclaimed.

    “Is there a down?” Deanna asked not expecting a reply.

    “Yes, but you can’t go there.”

    “She jumped. “Oh,” and took a deep breath.

    The door slid open into another hallway. This hallway had tall glass cases along it.

    “What are these?” Wil asked.

    “Clothing!” Deanna exclaimed.

    Wil walked past a door; it slid open revealing a large bedroom. The walls were painted jade. It was decorated in an Asian design. A golden dragon hung above the bed on the wall. The bed was imperial red with golden symbols and dragons covering it. On each side of the bed were black with golden dragon rugs. In the left corner of the room was a wooden shaji screen. On either side of the bed stood a four drawer altar table. About five feet from the bed on the right was an open doorway. On the back wall of the doorway was a window. The window accessories matched the bed set, imperial red, bamboo leaves reached from around the corner. 

    “What’s back there?” Wil asked.

    “A bathroom.” Data answered without raising his glance from the floor.

    The wall directly behind them was fashioned to look like the shaji screen. The far right wall had a four-piece set of artwork panels. The panels were black with gold artwork. Each panel depicted a noble lady. Under the panels was a tured tansu chest.

    Data made for the nearest door, which was beside the panels. It opened up into another hallway with three doors. He chose the door to their left. They noticed on the wall a two-piece wall globe of Earth, in sculpted metal with a gold finish.

    “My stars,” Geordi sighed.

    In the center of the room was a large island.

    “It’s a kitchen,” Wil observe.

    “What makes you think this is a kitchen?” Geordi asked.

    Along three walls were silver doors. Data opened a set revealing canned food.

    “How much food is there here?” Deanna gasped. 

    “Enough to feed 4 people for a month.” Data answered.

    They left this room going straight through the hall toward the farthest door. Another wall hanging caught Deanna’s attention. It was an infinity wall mirror. Its gold sun like rays seemed to dance against the wall.

    “Deanna,” Wil called.

    He had broken the trance like state the mirror had on her.

    When the farthest set of doors opened Deanna said, “Well, it’s about time.”

    Wil tapped his communicator. “Captain, we have arrived on the bridge.”

    “There are five creatures Captain. All dead.” Data reported as he stood over one.

    “What do you make of it?” Jean-Luc asked.

    “It would appear sir that they have stolen the ship. It will take several minutes to figure out these settings.” Data busied himself at the controls.

    “You keep at it. Would you like some help?” 

    “No, Captain, I think I can get a handle on this.”

    “Good, the rest of you return to the Enterprise.”

    “Yes sir.” They said in unison.