This is just a small delve into Commander Data's mind. I am aiming for
this to recognize what he thinks of humanity and how he would like to be
part of it. I disclaim any lines I may take from Star Trek Nemesis that
Data or B-4 (Data's prototype)uses like 'Why' or whatever may come up. Oh,
btw, this is during the time frame of Nemesis just to let you guys know.
Anyway, don't forget an opinion like whether you though it was terrible or
whether it needed work or blah, blah, blah. I accept any criticism on how
to improve my writing. God bless!
~ I am Data, an Android ~
Commander Data sat down on his chair in his room. Spot jumped into his lap, purring.
"Hello Spot," Data said to her, stroking her back softly. She mewled softly and rubbing against his hand with her head.
Data sighed as he began thinking. What was it like to be human? What did it mean? His thoughts drifted to B-4, his brother in a sense. He had given B-4 his memories and it did not seem to have any affect, hardly. But no matter what, B-4 would never be Data. They could try and try as hard as they wanted to make him like Data, but it wouldn't work. Data was his own person, or rather android.
He thought about when he first met Commander Riker. He had been in the Holodeck leaning against a tree, trying to whistle 'Pop Goes the Weasel' but couldn't get it quite right.
"Amazing, you humans," Data had told him when he finished whistling for him.
There were some memories he could and would never forget. He couldn't laugh or cry at them. He sighed again, wondering what if felt like to have feelings. He wondered what the anticipation of Christmas morning or the hurt of disappointment felt like.
'Be glad you don't have feelings, Data. They are only there to be hurt,' Deanna had told him one day.
Data wondered what bond it was that Commander Riker and Counselor Troi shared, what it felt like, what it was, most of all.
"Such is life," he thought aloud, "that I am still not quite human and I desire human feelings."
Spot meowed at him again, rubbing against his arm. Data petted her gently then stood up and set her on his chair. He walked to his window and wondered what people felt when they looked out into the endless voice of starts. He thought about what they wondered.
Captain Picard, Data remembered, had told Shinzon about the feeling they had had when they were younger when they looked into the stars. He had said it was this feeling of wondering what was out there, wondering what was out there, wondering what adventure outer space held for an explorer like himself.
"What is that feeling that he had explained? That feeling of."
Spot meowed again, rubbing against his legs. What were the feelings humans felt when they craved another humans' presence? Was loneliness the name Commander La Forge had given to it? Yes, that was it.
Loneliness. What did it feel like? Why did it come? How often did it come? On what occasions? These questions and more plagued Commander Data as he bent down to picked up Spot.
"What are the feelings that you get when you are content with someone? I think it is the feeling that Commander Riker and Counselor Troi share, the one she called 'love.' What does it feel like?" Data asked out loud.
Spot mewled in a quiet response, purring loudly.
"Who am I, an android, to wonder about this?"
~ I am Data, an Android ~
Commander Data sat down on his chair in his room. Spot jumped into his lap, purring.
"Hello Spot," Data said to her, stroking her back softly. She mewled softly and rubbing against his hand with her head.
Data sighed as he began thinking. What was it like to be human? What did it mean? His thoughts drifted to B-4, his brother in a sense. He had given B-4 his memories and it did not seem to have any affect, hardly. But no matter what, B-4 would never be Data. They could try and try as hard as they wanted to make him like Data, but it wouldn't work. Data was his own person, or rather android.
He thought about when he first met Commander Riker. He had been in the Holodeck leaning against a tree, trying to whistle 'Pop Goes the Weasel' but couldn't get it quite right.
"Amazing, you humans," Data had told him when he finished whistling for him.
There were some memories he could and would never forget. He couldn't laugh or cry at them. He sighed again, wondering what if felt like to have feelings. He wondered what the anticipation of Christmas morning or the hurt of disappointment felt like.
'Be glad you don't have feelings, Data. They are only there to be hurt,' Deanna had told him one day.
Data wondered what bond it was that Commander Riker and Counselor Troi shared, what it felt like, what it was, most of all.
"Such is life," he thought aloud, "that I am still not quite human and I desire human feelings."
Spot meowed at him again, rubbing against his arm. Data petted her gently then stood up and set her on his chair. He walked to his window and wondered what people felt when they looked out into the endless voice of starts. He thought about what they wondered.
Captain Picard, Data remembered, had told Shinzon about the feeling they had had when they were younger when they looked into the stars. He had said it was this feeling of wondering what was out there, wondering what was out there, wondering what adventure outer space held for an explorer like himself.
"What is that feeling that he had explained? That feeling of."
Spot meowed again, rubbing against his legs. What were the feelings humans felt when they craved another humans' presence? Was loneliness the name Commander La Forge had given to it? Yes, that was it.
Loneliness. What did it feel like? Why did it come? How often did it come? On what occasions? These questions and more plagued Commander Data as he bent down to picked up Spot.
"What are the feelings that you get when you are content with someone? I think it is the feeling that Commander Riker and Counselor Troi share, the one she called 'love.' What does it feel like?" Data asked out loud.
Spot mewled in a quiet response, purring loudly.
"Who am I, an android, to wonder about this?"
