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Find it

    The holodeck door slid open. “So what are we doing?” Geordi asked in his usual nice manner.

    “I would like you to assist me with something.” Data replied.

    “Are you okay?”

    “For now.”

    “What would you like help with?”

    “I would like for you to help me review my memories.”

    “How?”

    “I am hoping that by connecting my positronic matrix to the holodeck we can replay my memories.”

    “Data this is going to be so personal. Are you sure?”

    “Yes, you are my friend Geordi. I trust you. I cannot recognize what we are looking for. Perhaps you can.”

    “What are we looking for?”

    “I am unsure.”

    Data tapped a console on the wall turning on the meadow they were in when he missed the poker game. “I have been having dreams.” He paused for a moment, “you saw what happened to me. I cannot take much more.”

    “Dreams? Data that’s progress.”

    Data tapped a console again, a chair appeared; he sat down. “No, I am afraid not.”

    “Dreams are part of being human.”

    “I realize that and want that. This hurts. I am convinced these are not dreams these are memories. This place was my home planet before the crystal entity destroyed it. I am estimating that I have been activated three times. Now; a period of time that I know my memories were erased and replaced with the colonist, perhaps a time before that.”

    Data ended the program, returning the holodeck to its black squares outlined in bright yellow. Geordi hooked a cable into Data’s positronic matrix. 

    “What are we looking for?” Geordi said to himself more than anyone. “Okay, you are hooked up.”

    “I am nervous.”

    “Data, I can’t imagine what you are going through. Are you sure you want to do this?”

    He sighed, “I have to.” He closed his eyes and took a heavy breath. “The memory cell looks like a circuit. I assume that is why the colonist didn’t erase it.”

    The holodeck filled with faint images of people. Their everyday lives. A couple was getting married. A lady was giving birth. People were working on machines of all shapes and sizes.

    “This is going to be like finding a needle in a hay stack.” There was a hint of depression in Geordi’s voice. He walked through what seemed miles of impressions. There were bits and pieces of memories everywhere. A rabbit hopped past him. It was more vibrant in color than anything around him. He followed it through mazes of impressions. “My goodness.” He sighed. The rabbit stopped at the feet of a tall man with long white wavy hair, dressed in traditional Norse clothing. His hair and beard were braided and he had an unnatural looking tan. It seemed the closer he got to the man, the farther away he appeared.

    He raised his right arm, extending his finger to the wall. It looked the same as the wall behind him. However, Geordi approached it and began feeling around. His left hand disappeared. He quickly pulled it back. When he turned back around, the Norse clad man and the rabbit were gone.

*

The Crystal Entity

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Deanna and Wil

    Deanna was sitting in Ten-Forward reading. Her interest was so intent on her material that she didn’t notice Wil standing in front of her table.

    “Deanna?” He asked in a calm sweet voice.

    She jumped almost out of her seat. 

    “I’m sorry.” He smiled, sitting down.

    “You scared 10 years off of my life.”

    “I hope not.” He continued to smile. “You looked like you needed a friend.”

    “Oh,” she let out a long sigh. “I am trying to figure out what is going on here.”

    “Can I help?”

    She took a good long look at him. He had softened around the edges and she saw the man she almost married. The man she still very much loved. She found herself reflecting on all the good times they had shared. 

    “Deanna?” His tender voice brought her back around.

    “Sorry. I,” she sighed.

    He stood up, extending his hand toward her. “Come.”

    “Where?” She looked surprised.

    “Come with me.”

    “Wil?”

    “Trust me Deanna.”

    She finally reluctantly took his hand. He led her through the ship to Holodeck 2. There, it was night. The moon and stars filled the night sky. A picnic lay on the ground. 

    “Wil, this is so nice.” The air was warm like a spring evening. “This behavior isn’t like you.”

    He put his finger over her mouth. “It should be.”

    “What’s the occasion?”

    “You look stressed. More so than I have ever saw. Tonight you are going to relax.” He held her hand as she sat on the blanket. He sat down opposite her and began to pour the wine. “Talk to me.”

    “Wil.”

    “Please Deanna.”

    “Wil, I am scared. Really scared. We have faced a lot of difficult things serving on this ship. I am afraid we have never faced anything like this.” She paused, “I have been reading Beverly’s medical logs. Personally, I have been experiencing feelings that coincide with some of Data’s episodes.”

    She took a drink of the wine. 

    “Feelings?” Wil asked.

    “Feelings such as butterflies in my stomach, my head will spin. I have sudden feelings of depression, anger, love, or pain that are not my own.”

    “What is happening to our friend?”

    “I believe him. I believe they are suppressed memories. Something devastating has happened to trigger them. Something tragic. I’m afraid.” Wil scooted behind her, wrapping his arms around her. “Oh Will.” She laid her head on his chest. 

    “Deanna.”

    “Yes.”

    “Can we give it one more try? One more honest try?”

    She turned around, surprised. “Wil?”

    “I love you. I have loved you for years. I am not ready to give up on us.”

    “Do you really think we can make it?”

    He caressed her face. “I will not force anything on you. I will not pressure you into anything.”

    “I know. I worry about many things. Our friendship being first and foremost.”

    “If you don’t want to, I will understand.”

    “I am willing to try.” She reached up to kiss him, a sweet little kiss.

    “Deanna?”

    “Yes Wil.”

    “I want babies, lots of little babies running around the ship. Crawling over Jean-Luc’s shoes. Babies everywhere.”

    She giggled, “Oh, can you imagine the look on his face if he caught a baby on the bridge?” She paused, “Wil, this really doesn’t sound like you.”

    “Maybe it should. Maybe it has taken me this long to figure out what is really important in life. I don’t want to end up like Jean-Luc. I don’t want to be in my retirement years wishing I would have done the right things with my life. I feel the right things with my life would be to make sure when I am sitting on my front porch in a rocking chair, not saying, ‘I wish I would have given Deanna one more try. Could we have made it work?’ I want to have babies with you. I want to have a life with you Deanna. He kissed her.

    They lay back on the blanket wrapped in a kiss. She laid her head on his chest. 

    “Such a pleasant thought.” She sighed. “Imazadi.”

    “You haven’t called me that in years.”

    “Perhaps I should more often.” She smiled.

   

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Admiral not admirable 

    Picard was in his quarters sipping on a steaming cup of Earl Gray tea. His door chimed. “Come.” He sat the cup on the coffee table in front of him. “Mr. Data, please come in.”

    “You wanted to see me sir?”

    “Yes, I did. Have a seat.”

    Data sat down across the coffee table from him. “Data, I was hoping to talk to you about Admiral Westerfield.”

    “What about him sir?”

    “I have known Charles for a very long time. He has a lovely wife, two great children and an energetic granddaughter.” He smiled, “he is at the end of his career, with a wonderful outlook on the rest of his life. I have never known him to have an ill word to say about anyone. As a matter of fact, that is what kept him from being an Ambassador. Star Fleet felt that he wouldn’t be able to show aggression when the situation called for it. What is bothering me is what Counselor Troi shared with me. Data she feels very hostile feelings from him toward you. Do you know him?” 

    “Not personally sir.”

    “You have never worked on something directly for him. Maybe at some point been too honest with him?”

    “No sir.”

    “I just have a hard time believing that he would harbor ill feelings toward anyone.” Data just stared at the captain. “What are you not telling me Mr. Data?”

    “I cannot explain a situation to you that I do not fully understand.”

    “Try,” Picard encouraged.

    “These dreams that I have been having; Admiral Westerfield’s name has been mentioned. The Admiral is not an admirable person, Captain.” There were several minutes of silence between them. “Anything else, sir?”

    “Yes,” Picard got up. “I can’t understand this. It is one thing my mind can’t comprehend. This is very disturbing.”

    “Did Counselor Troi tell you our entire conversation?”

    “Yes,” Jean-Luc sighed.

    “Do you not believe he made advances toward her?”

    “Counselor Troi would have no reason to lie about that. But how in the world did you know?”

    “I am very observant Captain. She needs to stay far from him.”

    “See there you go, bringing a shadow of doubt and disseat on the issue. Where is this coming from?”

    “He is a disgrace to the Federation.”

    “He said that he had been reprimanded for something but he wouldn’t tell me what.” Jean-Luc scratched his head. “What?”

    “Read his service record sir. If I can get access to it, you can as well. I am sure you will be able to read more than I was allowed.”

    “I have no desire to read his service record.”

    “Afraid it might confirm what we are telling you?” Jean-Luc stared at Data. “It is hard to think that an old friend can be the right hand of Satan and still be our friend.”

    “The right hand of Satan?” He almost fell in the floor. “Charles!”

    “One form of evil is no different than any other.”

    “Evil, Data what are you talking about?” He moved to the opposite end of the couch beside Data.

    “Captain, I know the regulations behind deploying a Goodwill Ambassador. You saw his reaction. I am not supposed to know that. Why?”

    “Do you think he has sent one out in the cosmos without proper authority?”

    “I am not sure what to think.”

    “Let’s just explore the possibility that he did. Is that who we are going to get? A Goodwill Ambassador that has been assigned to a planet that isn’t ready to join the federation?”

    “Or willing? Keep an eye on your old friend sir.”

    “Data, that isn’t fair.” Picard’s sentence was cut short as Data closed his eyes and gasped. Picard watched as Data’s chest moved abruptly with each breath. His head weaved slightly on his shoulders. Every so often Data would grunt as his chest sunk in with a breath. “Data,” Picard reached out to touch him but Data raised his hand to stop him. 

    Q appeared on his knees in the floor in front of Data. He watched intently as Data almost rocked on the couch. When Data fell over on the arm of the chair, Q cursed and disappeared. 

    Jean-Luc rose to his feet and tried to help him. “Data,” he called to him.

    Data opened his eyes, “what happened sir?”

    “I was hoping you could tell me.”

    Data just shook his head. “I think I should leave sir.”

    “Do you need some help?”

    “No.” Data almost made it to the door. Jean-Luc watched in horror as Data went to his knees in the floor. 

    “Data,” he tried his best to help the android up. Q appeared again and together they supported Data as he got to his feet. In the blink of an eye, they were standing next to Data’s bed. They helped him lay down. As quickly as he appeared, Q was gone.

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Bigger fish to fry

    Data was standing looking out the window of Counselor Troi’s office. For the first time, he felt the emptiness and coldness of space. The twinkling of the stars held little warmth or comfort for him. The deeper he stared; the more this feeling sunk into him. It was an emptiness that was hollow and lifeless. 

   Counselor Troi had taken great pains to make it comfortable for anyone who might come to talk to her. She walked in from a side room. “Data have a seat?” She smiled as she waved him to a chair.

    “I prefer not.” He didn’t even look in her direction. 

    “Why are you here?” She asked as she sat in a chair opposite of a couch where she hoped he would sit.

    “Captain’s orders.”

    “What do you want to talk about?”

    “I do not wish to talk.”

    “To me?”

    “To you or anyone.”

    She wasn’t quite sure how to proceed. She had worked with a lot of different cultures over her career. Usually Data wanted to talk about these matters so that he could understand them better. “Are you upset with the Captain for making you come talk to me?”

    “No.”

    Okay, she thought. “Please come sit down.” She kept her voice calm and pleasant. 

    He did so; after he sat down, he stared directly at her. “That’s uncomfortable, Data.”

    “Why?”

    “This isn’t about me, this is about you.”

    He sat back on the couch, crossed a leg and his arms, before blankly asking, “what do you want to know?”

    “Well, let’s start with how you feel today?”

    “At this moment, I am annoyed.”

    “About?”

    “I do not wish to be here. You cannot help me.”

    “We haven’t even tried yet.”

    “What is the point in trying? I am not the one who needs help.”

    “During the past two weeks you have been expressing characteristics that are not normal behavior for you. I don’t believe it’s merely a glitch in your emotion chip.”

    “What do you think my malfunction is?” He hissed.

    “You have to have a malfunction first.”

    “Really?”

    “Data, you are not making this easy.” She sighed.

    “If you want to evaluate someone, psychoanalyze Westerfieled.”

    Deanna stopped breathing, “Why?” It was impossible for Data to know how she felt about him.

    “Breathe Counselor,” Data encouraged.

    Her eyes got as large as quarters. “Data?” She slid back into her chair. 

    “Do not concern yourself with me. You are going to have more important issues to deal with in about two weeks. The closer we get to where we are going, the more problems you are going to have out of the crew.”

    “Why do you say that?”

    “I am not telepathic. I am observant. I know you get cold chills down your spine when Westerfield looks at you. I know you got sick after you escorted him to his quarters. I know he made advances towards you. I KNOW Westerfield.”

    “Data, I’ve never told anyone those things.”

    “You don’t have to tell me. I know the bastard.”

    “I don’t understand.”

    “The less you know the better you are. You will understand soon enough.” He got up. “Unlike your species, your secret is safe with me.” At the door he turned to Deanna, “if you would take a little advice, until Westerfield is off this ship, wear your regulation uniform.”

    Deanna, whose purpose it was to get Data to open up to her, didn’t like the results of this conversation. She was more confused now than ever. Just a little bit shaken, Data was truly changing.

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Meet the family

    Data woke up from his dream. “What is wrong with me?” He tried to get up but couldn’t. He couldn’t move anything except his head. He thought about paging Dr. Crusher. He knew every incident he had was reported somewhere. Mythological deities started rolling through his mind. Horus, he who is above. Osiris, King of the dead. Thor, there was something important about him, intense anger, intense love, emanated from him. Almost to the point that the two emotions were one. For some reason Data feared and respected him. Thor was Sher’s father. That is why he was important. Those green eyes read through everything they saw. Then there was Juventus, God of youth. Freya, she was beautiful and furious. Thor’s anger was the mayhem kind. Freya’s was direct with purpose. Data shivered as Morpheus appeared to him; God of dreams. A male voice echoed through his mind, “remember.”

    “Morpheus!” He screamed. Data tried so hard to move, but he struggled against invisible straps. His head throbbed as he moaned. Turritopsis. A jellyfish? No, not a jellyfish, a race of people. He struggled even harder to free himself.

    His door chimed. “Come,” he was hoping for Dr. Crusher. He got Geordi instead.

    “Data?” He just laid still. “What’s happening?”

    Data sighed out of frustration. “I cannot move.” He wiggled his fingers but couldn’t move his wrist. 

    “Are you in pain?”

    “Not yet. Geordi, I do not believe I will ever adapt to your eyes.”

    “Are they that bad?” He sat on the edge of the bed.

    “They are just different. I am used to seeing your visor.”

    “Your language is getting less technical. That will be difficult to adapt to.” Geordi smiled.

    Data’s lips rolled. His breathing increased. He acted like someone who was about to throw up.

    “Data?” Geordi got up and paged Dr. Crusher.

    She ran into the room. Geordi caught her before she could reach the bed.

    Data’s body began to jerk. He muffled a scream the best he could. It felt like volts of electricity were racing through him. Beverly tried; in vain, to pick up anything out of place on her tricorder but couldn’t. After a full minute of spasms, he lay very still. 

    “Data?” Beverly called. She and Geordi just stared at him.

    With a gravelly voice Data said, “JVMO ZP YNLN ZB MTWV.” As soon as he said it, he passed out.

    “Data?” Geordi let her go. She ran over to Data. “Data?” She shook him.

    “Stop.” He sat up moaning. “Geordi, how did you know to catch her?”

    “You were covered with a blue glow.”

    “What is happening here?” Dr. Crusher asked in frustration. “And what does JVMO ZP YNLN ZB MTWV mean?”

    He moaned, trying to get up out of bed instead fell to his knees in the floor. “It means, help me.” He didn’t tell her its entire meaning, ‘Save me DaTa my love.”

    They helped him set on the edge of the bed.

    “You’re sweating again.” Beverly observed.

     “Data?” Geordi knelt in front of him, encouraging him to say something, anything.

    His chest was still pulsating. Beverly touched him, withdrawing her hand instantly. “Ouch,” she shook her hand. “You shocked me.”

    He locked eyes with Geordi for a second. A red hue flashed across his android yellow eyes. He closed his eyes before falling over onto Geordi. “Data?” 

    “Save me.” He whispered.

    Geordi and Beverly just stared at each other.