A/N: I don't own Star Trek, or any of the other characters in this story. I have fixed all the weird O's, please R&R.
The Folly Chip
Captain's Log, Star date 12345678.90. During and away mission, Lieutenant Commander Data was damaged in a plasma storm. I've asked Lieutenant Commander La Forge to find out if Data will suffer any long term damage.
"Bridge to Engineering." "La Forge here." "How's Data? What's wrong with him?" "Well Captain, his emotion chip is 0.2 microns out of alignment, other than that he's fine." "So, you've fixed it...?" asked Picard, leaning forward in his chair. "That's the problem Captain, I can't, but give me a couple of days and I should be able too." "Very well, has Data been acting strangely?" asked Picard, sharing a worried glance with Commander Riker. "No more than usual, but he did demand a television." "I see, so where is he?" "He went to his quarters to replicate one." "Very well, Picard out." "What do you think we should do, Number One?" Picard asked his first officer. "I think we should let him return to duty." answered Riker.
Captain Picard was about to call Data, when Data stepped off the turbo lift, not in his uniform. Data was wearing pants, a shirt and tie and a sweater vest. "Data, why aren't you..." Picard began, but was cut off by Data. "My name's not Data, it's Dick Solomon." "I see... well welcome to the bridge Mr. Solomon." said Picard. "Thank you Captain," said Data/Dick, "Now I must ask you to give up your chair." "On who's authority?" demanded Picard. "By the order of the High Commander, moi!" "Very well." said Picard. He got up from his chair and sat down in Counselor Troi's empty chair. Data/Dick sat down in the Captain's warm chair and looked in the console beside him. "Oh My God! I'm Gorgeous!" he yelled.
The next day, Picard stared at the turbo lift as Data walked on to the bridge, once again not in his uniform. This time he was dressed in a very bad polyester and plaid suit, with a large awhite belt and matchind white shoes. Data walked up to Ensign Ro and leaned on the back of her chair. "boy, where of you been all my life?" Data asked. "Data?" asked Picard. "Name's Herbert R. Tarlek, but you can call me Herb and selling's my game." said Data/Herb. "Very well Herb, why don't you just sit down here." said Picard, pointing at the chair next to him. "Okay fine," said Data/Herb "This is some place you got here Big Guy." "Umm... thanks." said Picard. But Data/Herb wasn't listening; Ro had stood up and was walking off the bridge and Data/Herb was following her. "How would you like to get a few drinks after work?" he asked her. Picard just shook his head.
The day after Data walked out of the turbo lift, once agian not in his uniform. Today he was wearing a multi-coloured polyester shirt, sweater vest and plaid pants. Data walked to his science station and sat down. "Data?" Picard asked. "Name's not Data," Data said turning around in his chair, "it's Harry." "OK, Harry." About halfway though the shift Data/Harry suddenly jumped up into the middle bridge, closed his eyes, bent his legs and raised his arms. "Incoming transmission from The Big Giant Head," Data/Harry began, "your status report is 2 seconds over due, please send it in as soon as possible. Transmission ending in 3...2...1." Data/Harry sneezed. "What'd I miss?" he asked. "Harry, who's The Big Giant Head?" Picard asked. "I don't know," said Data/Harry, "I'm just the transmitter."
"Sick bay to bridge." "Picard here" " I've found a way to fix Data's emotion chip." said Dr. Crusher. "Good work Doctor, we'll send him down right now, Picard out." "Harry, The Big Giant Head is in sick bayand he want's to see you right away." Picard lied. Data/Harry ran to the turbo lift.
An hour later Picard walked into sick bay and saw Data in his uniform, and he walked up to the android. "Data, how are you feeling?" the Captain asked. "Okay fine." he said
The End
The Folly Chip
Captain's Log, Star date 12345678.90. During and away mission, Lieutenant Commander Data was damaged in a plasma storm. I've asked Lieutenant Commander La Forge to find out if Data will suffer any long term damage.
"Bridge to Engineering." "La Forge here." "How's Data? What's wrong with him?" "Well Captain, his emotion chip is 0.2 microns out of alignment, other than that he's fine." "So, you've fixed it...?" asked Picard, leaning forward in his chair. "That's the problem Captain, I can't, but give me a couple of days and I should be able too." "Very well, has Data been acting strangely?" asked Picard, sharing a worried glance with Commander Riker. "No more than usual, but he did demand a television." "I see, so where is he?" "He went to his quarters to replicate one." "Very well, Picard out." "What do you think we should do, Number One?" Picard asked his first officer. "I think we should let him return to duty." answered Riker.
Captain Picard was about to call Data, when Data stepped off the turbo lift, not in his uniform. Data was wearing pants, a shirt and tie and a sweater vest. "Data, why aren't you..." Picard began, but was cut off by Data. "My name's not Data, it's Dick Solomon." "I see... well welcome to the bridge Mr. Solomon." said Picard. "Thank you Captain," said Data/Dick, "Now I must ask you to give up your chair." "On who's authority?" demanded Picard. "By the order of the High Commander, moi!" "Very well." said Picard. He got up from his chair and sat down in Counselor Troi's empty chair. Data/Dick sat down in the Captain's warm chair and looked in the console beside him. "Oh My God! I'm Gorgeous!" he yelled.
The next day, Picard stared at the turbo lift as Data walked on to the bridge, once again not in his uniform. This time he was dressed in a very bad polyester and plaid suit, with a large awhite belt and matchind white shoes. Data walked up to Ensign Ro and leaned on the back of her chair. "boy, where of you been all my life?" Data asked. "Data?" asked Picard. "Name's Herbert R. Tarlek, but you can call me Herb and selling's my game." said Data/Herb. "Very well Herb, why don't you just sit down here." said Picard, pointing at the chair next to him. "Okay fine," said Data/Herb "This is some place you got here Big Guy." "Umm... thanks." said Picard. But Data/Herb wasn't listening; Ro had stood up and was walking off the bridge and Data/Herb was following her. "How would you like to get a few drinks after work?" he asked her. Picard just shook his head.
The day after Data walked out of the turbo lift, once agian not in his uniform. Today he was wearing a multi-coloured polyester shirt, sweater vest and plaid pants. Data walked to his science station and sat down. "Data?" Picard asked. "Name's not Data," Data said turning around in his chair, "it's Harry." "OK, Harry." About halfway though the shift Data/Harry suddenly jumped up into the middle bridge, closed his eyes, bent his legs and raised his arms. "Incoming transmission from The Big Giant Head," Data/Harry began, "your status report is 2 seconds over due, please send it in as soon as possible. Transmission ending in 3...2...1." Data/Harry sneezed. "What'd I miss?" he asked. "Harry, who's The Big Giant Head?" Picard asked. "I don't know," said Data/Harry, "I'm just the transmitter."
"Sick bay to bridge." "Picard here" " I've found a way to fix Data's emotion chip." said Dr. Crusher. "Good work Doctor, we'll send him down right now, Picard out." "Harry, The Big Giant Head is in sick bayand he want's to see you right away." Picard lied. Data/Harry ran to the turbo lift.
An hour later Picard walked into sick bay and saw Data in his uniform, and he walked up to the android. "Data, how are you feeling?" the Captain asked. "Okay fine." he said
The End