As she promised she'd do, Dr. Beverly Crushed had Data work at her office, occasionally. Specifically, he was there to give massages to some of her female patients.

Ensign Qoyana Klix had just finished her annual checkup. Dr. Crusher told her about Data, so she walked over to him.

"Hell, Ensign Klix."

"Hi, Data. I understand you give massages?"

"That is correct. Would you like one."

"A foot massage would be nice."

"All right. Take your shoes and socks off and lie on the bed."

She did this, and he began his massage.

"You have nice hands, Data."

"Thank you, Ensign."

"Call me Qoy; everybody does."

"Qoy. . . All right."

She pointed to a spot on her right foot. "Could you rub here, please?"

"Certainly, Qoy."

"Thanks. . . Oh, that feels nice!"

"Thank you."

"Data, would you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

"I do not mind."

"Aare you capable of feeling human emotions?"

"I have made great strides in this regard."

"What about love?"

"Love?"

"That's right. Am I embarrassing you, Data?"

"I am not sure if 'embarrass' is the right word to use."

"There's nothing wrong with that. After all, embarrassment is a human emotion."

"Yes, I suppose it is, Qoy. I am not sure if I am capable of feeling romantic love. I tried to have a relationship with a crew member once, but that did not work out."

"So, just because it didn't work out once, that doesn't mean you should give up on it."

"You mean, 'If at first you do not succeed, try and try again,' as the 2500-year-old Earth expression goes."

"Exactly! Data, you are the perfect guy, for many girls."

"I am?"

"Yes. You're sweet and kind, and you give wonderful massages!"

"Thank you, Qoy."

"If you could only experience the emotion of love, that would be perfect."

"I am trying to become more human. That is one reason I learned massage. Perhaps love will be the 'ultimate' emotion for me to experience."

"Perhaps it will, Data. Let's try a little experiment."

"An experiment?"

"Yes. Give me a compliment, Data."

"All right." He thought for a bit. "You are only 100 points less intelligent than I am Qoy!"

She frowned and shook her head!

"That was not a good compliment?"

"No, Data! It came off as insulting!"

"I am sorry."

"You're learning. Try and compliment me on how I look."

"All right." He thought some more. "You have very attractive feet, Qoy!"

She smiled. "Well, that's a bit better! Thank you, Data." She got up and began putting her boots and socks back on. "But these feet have to return to work!"

"Thank you for your talk, Qoy. I will ponder everything you have said to me/"

"You're welcome, Data. I'll talk with you more about it, if you'd like. You know where I am."

"Section 37-B, engineering."

"That's right. Bye!"

"Goodbye."

She left.

Soon afterward, Dr Crusher came by.

"I have no more patients right now, so you can leave, Date."

"All right." Then he studied her. "You have very attractive eyes, Dr. Crusher."

She smiled. Thank you, Data!"

As he left, she said to herself, "What was that all about?!"