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A realization 

    He woke up with tears slowly running down his cheeks. Yellow tears. He felt so alone. He threw the book across the room, crying himself back to sleep.

     A breeze blew her sheer black curtains into the room. He stood at the foot of the bed watching her breathe.

    She was wearing white socks, white low-rise V string underwear, and a white tube top. She also had on her favorite frog belly button ring. Her hair lay like a fan behind her caressing the iron scrollwork on the headboard. He felt a sudden urge, crawling on his hands and knees up the king sized bed toward her. He kissed the material on the front of her V-string, up her fit abdomen, around her belly button ring, stopping at the bottom of her tubetop. He softly trailed his nose up the material. Again he kissed from the top of the material up her chest, stopping at her mouth, reluctant to kiss her. What if she hated him afterwards? What if he didn’t do it right? He finally planted a small nervous kiss on her lips. That was not so hard, he told himself. With courage, he kissed her again. It took him awhile to realize she was kissing him back. He withdrew, “I am sorry.”

    “For what?” She asked with a kind voice but to him everything she said was kind.

    He lowered his head away from her.

    She gently raised his head back. He looked so sad. She rose up to kiss him. He lead her back to her pillow, “Sher?”

    “Yes, Mr. DaTa?”

    “What am I doing?”

    “You tell me.”

    He turned away from her. “I think.” She could tell he was struggling. “I am confused.”

    “About?” She wanted him to explain his emotions to her, without her filling in the blanks.

    “I think,” he shook his head, “I am,” he lowered his head away from her, “in love with you.”

    She positioned herself in front of him, “how can you be sure?”

    “I do not know. I do not have any prior experiences to draw from. I do know that I have developed a lot of feelings I am unfamiliar with.”

    “Such as?”

    He looked at her with tears in his eyes, “this is so hard.”

    “Nothing good is ever easy,” she smiled.

    He leaned in and kissed her. “Like the desire to taste your lips.” He kissed down her neck onto her shoulder. “I cannot wait to see you, to be near you. I feel everything when I am around you.” He kissed her again.

    “DaTa, may I make a suggestion?”

    “Please,” he implored.

    “Perhaps we should explore these feelings WE have for each other?” She smiled.

    He looked stunned.

    “No!” He screamed waking himself up. “No,” he wept. “No.”

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Second meeting

    Data climbed a rocky cliff just outside the colony boundary to see what he could see. On top of the cliff sat the strange creature he and Julianna had encountered the day before glancing over her right shoulder. “Are your shoes always so shiny?”

    He looked down at his shoes, “yes.”  

    “You just climbed a mountain. They should at least be dusty.” She had a strange accent that made him shiver.

    “You do not sound like anyone here.”

    “Oh no,” she scolded, “the subject for discussion is your shiny shoes. That’s just unnatural.”

    He sat down beside of her, “I am Data.”

    “For the volumes of information you can process and store.” She cocked her head to one side and stared around him. Her voice was very monotone, “DaTa, factual information (as measurement or statistics) used as a basis for reasoning, discussion, or calculation. Information in numerical form that can be processed or transmitted digitally.” She straightened her head back up. He was unaware that she was imitating him. “I am Scheherezade.”

    “I am unfamiliar with that name.”

    “As the story goes, she had an unnatural ability to tell stories.”

    “I am unnatural?” It seemed more of a question to her than a statement.

    “Yes, the colony of androids.”

    “I am the only one.”

    She stared at him, “hmm umm.” She got up. Her light blue sundress gently blew with the breeze. The breeze picked up a strand of her red hair brushing it into her face. Something about her captivated him. She tossed him a collar. “Leave the animals alone. They are mine.”

    He jerked, rolling over in his sleep. “Why now?” He moaned. “Why?” A wave of pain drug him back to sleep.

    He was walking, walking through the field he had recreated on the holodeck. This time it felt different, more alive. That essential piece of the program that was missing before wasn’t missing now.

    His head was spinning. The willow tree next to the pond looked inviting. The closer he got to the tree the more uncomfortable he became. He grabbed ahold of the tree with his eyes closed. He was having a hard time breathing. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a pair of leather-stitched black sandals, next a pair of black pants. Then a frog belly button ring; topped with a black sports bra. Her chest was moving much too rapidly.

    “Hey,” he lifted her head. “Sher?”

    She was still struggling to breathe. “Sher?” Her face was hot. “Sher!” Data screamed. He woke himself up, surprised to find that he was covered in a cold sweat. “What is happening to me?” He asked. “I do not understand.” 

    He heard a soft sweet voice in the back of his mind, “DaTa.”

    “No,” he cried. “No. I cannot endure this.” He tried to occupy himself with other things. He read the days duty roster. He paced back and forth in his quarters. Finally, he got a book. Maybe reading would keep his mind from wondering. “The Iliad,” was the book for the night. Two chapters into the poem his mind drifted again. 

*

Guinan

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Goodwill ambassador 

    “What do you do?” Data asked.

    “I do lots of things.” She smiled.

    Her smile was bright, honest, at this moment tender. “When you are not here?” Data asked. “Dr. Soong built an android.” He shrugged his shoulders.

    “Oh, I see. Always remember to clarify what you are asking.”

    “How could I have worded the question?”

    “Do you have a job? Or how do you earn a living?”

    “What is a job?”

    “Your occupation. What you have been trained to do.”

    “What is your job?”

    She smiled. She had the greatest smile that was familiar to Data. He could have easily have gotten lost in her smile. “I am a Goodwill Ambassador for the United Federation of Planets; or The Federation for short.”

    “Lieutenant,” Westerfield growled pulling Data out of this thoughts. “How would you know that?” 

    “I think I knew one once.”

    “You think?!” He snapped sarcastically.

    Deanna jumped. Jean-Luc and Wil noticed.

    “Yes.” Came Data’s quick answer.

    Worf interrupted with his normal gruff Klingon voice. “Is this planet hostile?” He was doing his job, thinking like a security chief.

    “Why don’t you answer that Mr. Data?” Westerfield hissed.

    “I cannot.”

    Deanna felt a dam of anger break in the old Admiral. “No, Mr. Worf, we don’t send Goodwill Ambassadors into hostile territory.”

     Geordi asked, “how long does it take?” Westerfield raised an eyebrow. Geordi clarified, “how long are the missions?”

     “It takes as long as it takes.”

     Beverly scowled, “how long has this ambassador been on the planet where we are going?”

     Westerfield thought about her question. He wasn’t absolutely sure. Getting those messages had become so second nature that he had lost all track of time. Should he even try to answer it? He could say it was classified. The senior staff just stared at him while he thought about the question. 30 years? No. He was 6 months shy of being the youngest admiral ever promoted in Star Fleet. 40 years? Finally, he shrugged his shoulders confessing, “I don’t know.” 

    “Then why assume the worst here?” Deanna asked.

    “This situation is too important to the Federation not to investigate.”

    Data heard her voice in the back of his mind. “It takes a panel of 10 high ranking Admirals to assign a Goodwill Ambassador to a planet and the president’s signature.” He repeated allowed her words.

    Westerfield stopped breathing. Deanna felt it. He got furious. After several minutes, he calmed down. She had to probe farther. “Admiral, is this a rescue mission or a recovery mission?”   

    He stopped breathing again. He cleared his throat before he spoke, “I pray it’s a rescue mission.”

    “But you’re not sure.” Deanna wouldn’t drop the subject.

    “No!” He shouted, pounding his fist on the conference table. “This meeting is over.” 

    “You had better pray it’s a rescue mission.” Data hissed.

    “Is that a threat?” Westerfield bristled.

    Data cocked his head to one side. “Not from me.” He smiled. “I think you will choose the first to die.”

    Westerfield stormed out of the room leaving a lot of confused crewmembers.

*

Noonien Soong

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