"Kirk, where is Clenuat?" Pike asked Kirk,in private.
"I have no idea." Kirk lies.
"Kid, you are lying through your teeth." Pike said. "Where is she?"
"Don't know, don't care, and don't know where she went." Kirk said.
"I will ask you one more time, and the chair isn't a shield when you are not telling the truth. It's not krypton to be using as safety." Pike lectures Kirk on the captain's chair and symbolism. His voice is sincerely serious. "Where is Clenaut?"
"I have no idea, ." Kirk said. "Last saw her on Delta Vega, and that was two weeks ago."
"Maybe she's still there."
"Nah, she's not."
"Kirk, where is she?"
"I only know she left, and went somewhere nobody knows about."

. . . Earth . . .
. . . 8:29 PM. . . City.
Christopher Wallace, an owner of two androids, decided that they should make a mark in Star Fleet history, too. He is called by Wallace by most people. Wallace wanted to get his two androids onboard; if they did not survive their first year aboard the enterprise, he could always get another android pair and put the brother's memory chips in. Wallace recycled most of his own made technology so he wouldn't have to get another memory chip from a dubious source for the Watch Out Brothers.
Who are the Watch Out Brothers?
The two android brothers are named Wallston and Helug. They walk into a building that could reasonably be a restaurant and a store combined. Wallston is similar to Data but not completely with one leg shorter than the other and eyes that look completely human, even his face is similar to a stocky man from has low eyebrows, curious eyes, upturned nose, and full lips. Wallston stands tall not slouched with his servos in his pocket while leaning against the candy his wrist is a clock like timer. Wallston has a baby feature like face; he blends into the crowd unlike his bold brother Helug.
Some people look at the two strangely; they look too human to be androids minus their really pale skin. Helug is similar to Wallston except both legs are the same length, his lips are narrow, his eyebrows are bushy, and his features are perhaps meaner than his brother. Helug stood out of the crowd like a daylily in a potato patch.
"Are we in the right place, Helug?" Wallston asks, doubtful that they are in the right building. His low eyebrows conveyed the wrong expression that he was aiming for; a bit of mischief, and perhaps that sensualizing curiosity that would usually be seen in an amazing actress.
From down the hall in a row of tables that are occupied we can see one customer in the back wearing a hat and a coat.
"Turn your emotion chip off." Helug said like it was no big deal.
They move toward a big candy machine that hadn't been broken, yet.
"How can you be so calm?" Wallston asks. It seems to the average person he is the nice brother almost the yang to his yin. "Father told us to keep our emotion chips running; so we wouldn't be that heartless and go in over our heads for someone! I at least want to make sense when making a laser—"
Helug covers his mouth.
"Stop babbling off like a bee." Helug reminds Wallston, uncovering his mouth. "Not everyone is in what we do."
"Of course." Wallston grumbles, and said, "I thought we were going to a park not a restaurant."
Helug sighs, annoyed by his brother's emotion chip is still running. There is music played in this restaurant that sounds country mixed in easy-going background music. Wallston mostly uses his knowledge instead of his gut to sound reasonable unlike Helug who doesn't let his emotion chip get the best of him. Some of the other aliens and people have shifted their attention away from the Watch Out Brothers. Wallston wants to sound human.
"Because, our mystery caller is over there." Helug goes through the wide gap between the bars and tables.
"Hello,ol' thing." A man at the counter said, holding a chug of beer. His face looks really weather beaten. He slaps his knee as he cracks a laugh, "Do you know what time it is?"
Wallston looks down to his right wrist, and then glances back to the man.
"8: 38 PM at twenty-four seconds and I am not a thing, I'm an Android." Wallston said, puzzled by how time was relevant.
A Trekkie could reason that The Watch Out Brothers were related to a company capable of producing some Android material that Data and his brothers would later be built from through by humans. Helug slid into the seat across from Clenaut, who is indeed the one in the disguise, oddly sizzling across from him like an ancient holographic.
"Androids are 'ings," The weathered man said. "And so is a built in kind of company . . . " The man tilts his head as does another man seeing the difference between Wallston's legs. We see the two men's eyebrows shoot up. " . . . Doesn't make the legs match?"
"Never saw a clubbed foot before." The other man said, with a whistle.
"Wallston," Helug calls out his brother. "Turn your emotion chip off for pets sake!"
Wallston's left servo clenches, but that punch reflex demand was building up in his memory system.
"These are new shoes," Wallston tells the two men. "I don't have a clubbed foot, you just have bad eyesight—I think you need a Doctor."
Wallston goes to the back leaving the men and a couple women on their seats sharing amused glances. Except for the man who whistled did not understand what Wallston said. Wallston sat beside Helug. Wallston curiously noticed Clenaut looks sick; some of her face looks green and her eyes look tired.
"You were assigned to the Enterprise." Clenaut said.
The Watch Out Brothers share a 'is she an idiot or something?' glance, then return their attention to her.
"Yes." Helug said, noticing Clenaut is wearing a ring.
"Are you married?" Wallston asks.
Clenuat has a low, brief laugh.
"No." Clenaut said, after her small laugh. She starts speaking in a low voice that doesn't catch much attention. "It's to make it impossible for anyone to detect my energy signature. I am not actually here, as you can tell." Her hand goes through the table. Her hand sizzled briefly enough to show coding and programming.
"Why'a so secretive?" Wallston ask in a fake accent.
"You should see a Doctor for your cold." Helug said, also noticing her sickness.
"There's a Borg infestation on board the Enterprise." Clenaut ignores Wallstons's question and Helug's comment.
"It just got into repair." Helug said. "How can the enterprise be infected internally?"
Clenaut tips her hat upwards giving the two Androids a chiding look.
"Did you hear what I just said? There's a BORG infestation onboard the enterprise."
The brothers shrug.
"What's a Borg?" Helug asks.
Clenaut sighs, bringing forward a table that was on her end of the holographic meeting. One person noticed this and was surprised to see there is a holographic meeting in a public building. The table is pushed away disappearing from public view. Clenaut used the needle on her wrist. And then she put it beside her where the needle fell through the seat.
"They are humanoid robots who can make any human into robot." Clenaut said. "But they don't affect androids. They are really immune to being made into what they already are." The two brothers are cryptical to believe that they are part human, besides, that technology hasn't been made yet.
"How do you know . . . " Wallston recognizes the eyes of a Vulcan. "Vulcan?"
"Ssssh." Clenaut puts a finger to her lips.
"Seriously?" Helug folds his arms. "A Vulcan who's secretive, what is wrong with you? Vulcans do not keep secrets."
Clenaut slightly smiles at the Android's remark.
"I've come from a universe where USS Enterprise is fictional and so are the chances of working Androids that look human." Clenaut explains. "I am a trekkie. My story is long enough that it's not logical to explain in a public area twenty-four times. There's an android known in the Trekkie world."
"Who?" The brothers ask, at once.
"Data,B-4, and Lore." Clenaut said.
"If I am not mistaken, that's three names." Wallston said.
"Anyway; let's just say the main AI tried to convert Data to her side by applying human skin—and no, you can't make yourself better by applying dead skin, because it will rot." Clenaut shook her left index finger. "I, by a mistake, somehow got infected by them. It's been four days since Vulcan has been destroyed, Nero's ship got 'destroyed, and you can fill in the blanks."
"So you made a cure." Helug said. "It's only logical because you look, surprisingly, Vulcan."
"Someone's been into the dictoonarrry too long." Wallston teases Helug.
"No, you've been stuck in making weapons faster than I." Helug said, his head turned towards Wallstton.
Clenaut watches the two interact, like a child had just discovered how to open a cookie jar.
"How does that matter?" Wallston ask, blankly.
"Turn your emotion chip off." Helug tells him.
"It is off." Wallston said.
"You two are adorable to watch argue." Clenaut said.
The Watch out Brothers look at her strangely.
"How have you been fighting it off?" Helug asks.
"Brother!" Wallston exclaims, looking at his brother as though his gears had gone rusty.
"Do you recall seeing a needle?" Clenaut asks.
Helug hesitates.
"Yes." Wallston said. "You've made your own serum for it; paralyzing the infection in its tracks."
Clenaut nods.
"I've been using Antifreeze." She said.
The two brothers could not say a word.
"I've been a specific, mutated version to kill off the Borg infection." Clenaut explains to them. "The Antifreeze is a specific type. The type that is not lethal to humans, aliens,and Vulcans. If you are wondering how the dead Borg parts come out. I throw it up."
The brothers blink.
"I've made a cure for Borg infections, anyone happy about that?" Clenaut asks.
The brothers didn't really have a thing to say.
"W . . . Why us?" Helug asks, ending the silence.
"I made a vow not to be aboard the Enterprise." Clenaut said, in a low voice.
A circle tube came from the table landing in-between the brothers arms
"Smoothie!" They both grabbed it. "Mine."
"No, this one is mine." Helug insists, taking the lid off. "Get your own."
Wallston hangs his head in defeat. And then presses on a floating technological surface above the table. Helug gets a straw out of the lid then tears its cover off and puts it into the smoothie. Curiously Trekkies have always wondered how Androids in the Star Trek universe were able to drink or eat. Helug holds the smoothie by his left servo and sips through the straw.
"I've always wondered if Androids could eat." Clenaut muses to herself.
Helug raises his bushy eyebrow up at her while drinking the smoothie.
"How could you not know? . . ." Wallston asks, holding his right servo up above the hole that had been where Helug's smoothie came out.
"Star Trek never really explained." Clenaut said,
"We drop our bags into the energy recycler." Helug said, after he stopped drinking. "Smoothies really get our energy cells going. We don't usually need to be recharged when we drink these; though we don't need to eat for survival. As almost synthetic humans, we're one step closer to being human."
"Almost." Wallston repeats, grabbing the circle metal cup shape metal by his servo.
"Tell us about this infection. . ." Helug said, as his brother took the lid off, took a spoon out of the lid, and then used the spoon to eat the smoothie.
"It's on the top of the bridge." Clenaut said.
Wallston spits out some of his smoothie into an napkin that was nearby his arm.
"The bridge?" Wallston repeats what Clenaut just said.
"And you said your emotion chip is off." Helug said, rolling an eye.
"Yes. I've . . . gotten these glimpses, these beeping sounds every time I close my eyes. I see it right on the top being ignored." Clenaut said, followed by a sigh. "I really want that to stop. Don't know how long I'll be in this universe, just that it could happen anytime, drop down dead. You cannot have anyone on board when getting this parasite dead."
Helug sips through his straw.
"How contagious it is?" Wallston asks,confused what she is talking about dropping dead.
"One touch is what it takes to kill a human." Clenaut tells them. "Do not bring me into this."
Wallston gulps down some of the smoothie from the spoon.
"Pheesa. We don't know your name." Wallston said, like it was not a problem. He gets a glare from her. "We won't tell them."