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The meeting

    Captain Picard was staring out the window in his quarters. He was wondering with a heavy heart about the mission that lay ahead of them. His door chimed.

    “Come!” He shouted. The door swished open, “Number One.”

    “Sir,” Wil strolled into the room.

    “Have a seat.” One at a time, five minutes apart, Beverly, Deanna, Worf and Geordi showed up. When everyone had arrived, Captain Picard spoke. “I have asked you all here so we can brainstorm and figure out what in the hell is happening to Mr. Data. I am worrying what little hair I have left out. Who will start first?”

    “I stick to my original diagnosis, Captain, I think it’s mental.” Beverly spoke.

    “That damn emotion chip.” Geordi growled.

    “Data said Dr. Soong put a dream program in the chip. However, he hasn’t activated it. Even so he is dreaming. He feels they are suppressed memories.” Jean-Luc sat down.

    “That is a possibility,” Wil volunteered, “after all we have no idea how many times Data has been activated. I doubt seriously that he knows.”

    “Good point Number One.”

    “But Captain, what makes him think they are suppressed memories?” Deanna asked.

    “I asked him the same question. He said because they were real to him.”

    “Real?” Geordi asked.

    “Yes, physical was the word he used.”

    “Physical?” Wil raised an eyebrow.

    “He keeps winding up in sickbay.” Beverly threw up her hands and sighed.

    Jean-Luc shook his head, “that’s what he said.”

    “Why would remembering something be painful? We remember stuff every day. Sometimes it makes us cry but I have never been physically sick.” Geordi commented.

    “I have,” Beverly said softly. “There were times I would think about Jack and just throw up. I had convulsions so bad I broke a rib.”

    There was silence for a moment.

    “He has had that emotion chip for two years. Why would these memories start to surface now?” Geordi asked. 

    “I have been feeling something strange. I say something because I can’t identify it. It is like butterflies in my stomach. I first felt it when we saw the rabbit on the holodeck.” Deanna sighed.

   “And what was up with that?” Wil asked. “He talked to it.” 

    “Seems like we are coming up with more questions than answers,” Jean-Luc scratched his head.

    “Do you think someone is communicating with him? Just because I don’t possess that ability doesn’t mean someone else doesn’t.” Deanna thought out loud. 

    “But we’ve had dozens of telepaths on this ship, including your mother. They haven’t either.” Wil voiced.

    Geordi added, “not even the Metamorph. She was something else.” He smiled. 

    “What about Q?” Beverly asked. “He took a special interest in Data.”

    “Q likes to make himself known. This wouldn’t be his style.” Jean-Luc paused. “Has anyone noticed a decline in his duties?”

    They all agreed, no.

    Beverly jumped up out of her seat and started pacing. “That blood. I have scrubbed it against every record we have, nothing. It matches nothing. Okay, I know that it is chemically backwards from human blood.” She stopped pacing, scratching her head. “How can a memory make him throw-up a liter of blood that isn’t even his?”

    “Doctor,” Jean-Luc scolded.

    “Sorry Captain.” She stood still. “We saw how it reacted to an aspirin.” She started pacing again. “I put medicines in it that are helpful to us. They killed it! Almost on contact! Acetaminophen, dead! Diphenhydramine, dead! Aspirin, dead! So I took stuff that will kill us, potassium cyanide, dead! Arsenic, dead! Strychnine, what do you know? It killed it too!”

    “Doctor sit down,” Jean-Luc scolded.

    “Sorry Captain,” she sat back down. “We started infecting it with germs. You aren’t going to believe this but it killed the germs. Not in weeks or months that it would take us but days, even hours. It is amazing.” She took a deep breath. “There is one more thing. Whatever this is it’s allergic to gold.” 

    “Gold?” Deanna said in amazement. 

“Why would something so bizarre be allergic to gold?” Wil asked.

    “I am assuming it is an allergy, because the reaction was so severe. One of my nurses clumsily spilt some on her hand. It washed over her gold wedding ring. The substance just shriveled up. It looks like a dried out sponge. It’s still alive but it’s struggling.” 

    “Is this substance harmful to my crew?” Jean-Luc was always thinking in the best interest of his crew.

    “I don’t think so. The nurse that spilled this on her hand had gotten burned as a child. It left her hand discolored. Her hand looks normal now. If you hadn’t known it before you would never know she had been hurt.”

    “Captain,” Data’s voice broke in. Jean-Luc looked surprised. “Go ahead Mr. Data.” 

    “Sir, we are approaching Deep Space 9.”

*

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Another trip to sick bay 

    He woke up, patting the cover that was over him. “Cover?” He questioned. “And I’m in sickbay.”

    “Yes, you are. You were shaking violently; we thought it best to bring you here.” Dr. Crusher reported.

    “How do you feel?” Captain Picard asked.

    He thought for a moment about the best word to use, “weak, sir.” Was what he settled on. 

    “Data, I want to show you something.” Dr. Crusher walked away.  

    He got up. He was still only dressed in his lounge pants though now they were dry. She handed him a white robe. He and the Captain followed her into her office. There on her desk was a flask ¾ of the way full.

    “What is this?” Beverly stood, pointing at it.

    “I do not know. Should I?” Data asked.

    “This is some type of blood. It is chemically backwards from human blood. This was around you, you spat this up.”

    He stared at it for a moment. “Doctor, give me something simple you would give the Captain.” Data got a petri dish, pouring a small amount of the blood in it. 

    “This is a common aspirin, “Dr. Crusher explained.”

    Data crushed it in his hand, and then he sprinkled it into the blood compound. It foamed, bubbled, and hissed. Beverly and Jean-Luc stared at each other.

    “Does this mean something Data?” The Captain asked.

    “It might.” Data looked confused. He stared at the flask of blood. All of a sudden he wasn’t in sick bay, he was in Dr. Soong’s lab listening to him lecture. ‘Today we are going to go over the chemical make-up of man. We are going to explore every aspect of mankind.’ Noonien puffed out his chest, speaking proudly. 

    Data grabbed his stomach. “Stop. Please stop.” He begged.

    Juliana walked into the room. “Data are you okay?”

    He fell off the chair into the floor on his knees. His vision was blurry. He was compelled to stand. He stumbled to the door. Once outside he fell down a slight embankment. “Data!” Juliana shouted. Noonien held her back. They watched and followed him from a distance. He would walk awhile then fall.

    “Oh Noonien, what are we going to do?”

    “Watch.”

    Data stumbled in the direction of the strange dwelling. He continued on until he staggered round the back of the structure. There he found her. Juliana screamed, turning away from the gory sight. Noonien held her tightly.

    “Help me.” She gasped. Data could only read her lips, “call….my……father.” 

    “Anything,” he replied.

    She flopped her hand over to him. He held it. It took all of his energy flowing through him for her to telepathically call her father. At some point he got so weak he couldn’t hold his eyes open. “Data!” Juliana called to him. She wanted to rush over to him. The sight of his friend’s injuries made her ill. She couldn’t move from Noonien’s arms.

    He felt a hand on his shoulder. “Data.” It was a male voice, hard and bursting with authority. “Data.” Hands broke his grip.

   “Help her.” Data moaned. He felt himself being moved. He heard her scream. 

   Data came back into the moment when Counselor Troi entered the sick bay. “I do not know.” He said shaking his head to a confused Captain and doctor. 

*

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Best friend?

    Data saw a pair of red eyes peer out of the darkness that enveloped him. From the eyes he felt anger, mistrust, and disappointment. Then he heard voices. “Noonien this is wrong. We shouldn’t do this to him.” Juliana voiced with concern. Data saw himself lying deactivated on an observation table. Juliana was standing by his side. Noonien was at a computer hooked into Data’s positronic matrix. “This is wrong.” She protested. 

    “All he has done since she left is mope around like he’s lost his best friend.” It was obvious Noonien was upset.

    Juliana kept her voice calm. “Even though we created him, we wanted him to learn and develop on his own.  We couldn’t control the rate or direction of his development. Nor should we. And really,” she held Data’s lifeless hand, “he did lose his best friend.” 

    “I will not have another accident like Lore.”

    “Him having friends is not a mistake. It’s a miracle.”

    “Friend!” He snapped. “You mean lover! I am not! I will not have him nor allow him to go running through the galaxy after a woman.”

    Juliana thought for a moment, “what an even bigger miracle.”

    “What would that be?” Noonien asked in disgust. 

    “A lover,” she continued to hold Data’s hand. “But what if that’s what he wants?”

    “He doesn’t know what he wants!”

    “I have a compromise.”

    “What?” Noonien sighed.

    “Instead of erasing the last 10 years of his life, let’s compress the memories and block them off.”

    “Why?”

    “He has experienced so much. It isn’t right to deny him the memories.” He just glared at her. “We can put a wall around the file that looks like a circuit.  He will never know the difference.”

    “To him it will be a circuit?”

    “To us (you and I) it will be a full memory cell.” She smiled. 

    “Okay but if this doesn’t work, I will erase that cell. And,” Noonien leaned over Data, “this emotion chip is going. Perhaps someday I can perfect it.”

    “This will work.”

    Darkness encased him again.

    “Help me.” He moaned. “Computer.” He rolled out of bed with a thud onto the floor. “Dr. Crusher.” He gasped.

    Dr. Crusher’s communicator beeped. “Dr. Crusher here.”

    A garbled voice called out, “help me.”

    She ran out of sickbay, finding Data lying in the fetal position on the floor. There was a pool of something red around his head and chest. The black lounge pants he had on were soaking wet. “Data!” He was cold to the touch. He coughed. More of the red substance oozed from his nose and mouth. She ran to the replicator to get a liter flask. He coughed again. “Data!”

    “Help,” was all he could squeeze out before he started coughing repeatedly. She raised his head collecting the red substance.

    “Data,” she scanned him with her tricorder. She found nothing. He moaned.

*

Geordi La Forge, before his eye surgery.

After

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