Data sits down in his chair. That chair where he sits everyday. He started scanning for lifeforms. As he was asked. It was a easy patron for him. He had done it so Many times already. While he was scanning he saw a moonstone, a moonstone. You cant believe that something such fimiliar to him, still could make him think about complicated things. Data sinked in to a lott of thoughts. This moonstone, could imposible talk, or eat. It was a creature, which was not made for this things. It was not made to live like the most creatures. Data wondered, what was he? Was he made, to search for answers, to help, to solf. Or was he made to live, to be, to have. After he had left counceler troi her room, he was 'confused' what Miss troi just had told him that moment, couldent be true. But far as he knew, Miss deanna had always Bin right