Lore's Poem
I was too much like them for
their own comfort
Because I was human but better than
human they were afraid
Because of who I was, they were
afraid
They asked for one less "perfect."
How could I not become bitter?
They made you, Data, someone they
could feel comfortable around
Comfortable in their own individuality—
in their superiority over a mere machine
So they asked for you, Data—
and I was left to rot.
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A/N: I wrote this after I watched Datalore, a little while ago. There's an even better poem sort of a little like this in my favourites.
