"Impossible," Kirk cursed throwing the ancient device to the ground.
"Captain?" an emotionless voice called. Not quite a question and not quite a statement.
Kirk glared over at his science officer who sat calmly at his station. The slightly quizzical expression on Mr. Spock's face was almost amusing and at any other time Kirk would have mocked the Vulcan.
"It's a device from the twenty first century that is designed to use logic and basic deduction skills to figure out what the user is thinking," Kirk almost smiled as realization dawned on him. "In a way it is a lot like you."
"That is highly improbable, Captain, I am of flesh and blood while that device is nothing but a machine."
"Your minds are very alike."
"May I try?"
"Of course."
20 questions later
"It guessed incorrectly," Spock said resting the device on Kirk's armrest.
Kirk muttered something unintelligible turned slightly red and face the other way.
"Why does this bother you?" Spock asked stepping back into his Captain's sight lines.
"How would you like to have a machine beat you?" Kirk asked his eyes flashing in anger.
"I would feel nothing."
"Of Course it's all that Vulcan blood in you, it numbs you to all sense of feeling!" Kirk's voice echoed slightly in the otherwise empty control room.
"I do believe that we are no longer talking about the game," Spock sighed.
"Because if you had one ounce of emotions you would have realized…."
"Captain..."
"You would have…"
"Captain…"
"What!"
"I do realize what it is you are talking about," the Vulcan picked up the device once more. "And I do…feel."
"Spock…"
"No, this time I will speak and you will listen," Spock fixed Kirk with his intense stare. "There is something to be said, that has needed to be said for quite sometime now…"
"Oy! Captain were gonna need you in the in the infirmary," a voice called from the entrance way.
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