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Picard was furious. He summoned Data to his office. “Data, what is this?” He waved a recorder at Data.
“The report on the Sheno’s history that you requested sir.”
“This tells me nothing. It’s garbage.” Data didn’t move. “You did this on purpose.”
“Yes, I did.”
“Why?”
“I cannot do what you ask.”
“You will. Translate the Sheno’s history for me. I want to read it.” Data never said a word. He walked out of Picard’s office.
Translating the Sheno’s history was to this point the hardest thing Data had ever done. He would write awhile and be sick awhile. The actual process of translating wasn’t difficult. It was the personal aspects that killed him. The more he read it the angrier and more confused he became.
Picard walked onto the bridge. “Well Picard,” he was greeted by Westerfield
“Where is your precious android?”
“Mr. Data is busy by my command.” Picard sat in his chair forcing Westerfield up.
After a couple hours, Data walked on the bridge, he handed Picard a recorder. If looks could have killed, Picard would have melted in his chair. Data took his station. Picard began to read.
As he continued to read, Counselor Troi could feel Picard’s mood changing. She knew that whatever it was he was reading it wasn’t good. Time on the bridge seemed to stand still after that.
“Mr. Data.” Picard got up; Data followed him to the ready room. “Is this true?”
“Part of it is.”
“Part of it?” Picard asked in amazement. “Which part?”
Data was numb. He swallowed hard before answering, “I know there was an attack. I know the attacker was killed and in the manner described. That is all I can confirm.”
“How?” The tone of Picard’s voice changed. It softened.
I saw the aftermath of the attack and I watched as the attacker was killed.”
“Data, Captain Dom said this was the last 100 years.” Picard laid the recorder on the table. “The first 70 years of this is pretty tame compared to the last 30.”
“Was this woman that important? Important enough to recreate, as they call it, an entire planet?”
“The importance is to whom is she important?”
“I don’t think anyone is worth destroying this many lives over?”
“What if that was your child? What if you had the power to do it? Would your answer be the same? You’ve never had children Captain. Think about your answer before you respond. A child is the greatest gift a man or woman will ever be given. Would you not avenge your child’s death with every means at your disposal?”
“But the lady didn’t die.”
“No, she didn’t. But if that is correct, her baby did.”
“Was the baby yours?”
“I do not know.” Data gagged.
“Data, you said you saw the aftermath of the attack. What did you see?” Data saw that image again. “Her abdomen had been torn out, from her diaphragm to her ovaries. I could see her spinal column. There was blood everywhere. On her face, on her hands, on the ground around her.”
“How was this fellow connected to her?”
“He was found in a cave on the far side of the planet.” Data choked back the tears, “eating his treasures.”
“Data, I want you to go over to the Jormungad. I want some answers. I want to know how the attack on the Addo unfolded. I want a report on the ships logs. What are we getting ourselves into?” He sighed. “Perhaps it’s much too late?”
“Yes sir.” Data got up to leave.
“I want you to take Geordi with you. Search every inch of it again.”
“Yes sir.”
Data left
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