Whoo-hoo! I updated! Everyone should dance for joy now! Yeah, well, it's kinda short, but...deal. Hee-hee! Have fun! More to come if you review!
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"So, Reg, uh…we shouldn't expect any more of these…outbreaks of depression, should we? I mean, you feel better?" While keeping up a quick stride towards the officer's quarters, Geordi tried to organize his thoughts. He wasn't quite sure what had cheered his friend up so quickly, but he hoped that it would have a lasting effect. Taking Barclay to the Holodeck had been really a last-ditch effort; Geordi had been about to give up after a rather tiresome half-hour of trying to pluck up the awkward engineer's spirits.
"Oh, yes, sir!" Barclay was really perky, an unusual occurrence to say the least. One would hardly ever see Barclay happy, let alone downright chipper, as he was now. "Fit as a fiddle! Right as rain! I feel like a new person! I guess all I really needed was a bit of laughter in my life. To tell you the truth, sir…" Here Barclay paused in his steps, looking up at the superior officer. "I haven't laughed like that since I was a little kid."
"Well, Reg, I'd say that you're cured of your depression!" The two of them resumed their walking.
"I know, sir! Wow! I feel like a million bucks! I've never felt better in my life! I-"
"We're here, Reg," Geordi interrupted him, smiling. They had come to Barclay's quarters. Reg turned around in a slightly awkward manner and stepped backwards through the door.
"Thanks again, Chief! Wowie! I feel like-" the hiss of the doors closing cut his words off. Geordi turned to go to his quarters, chuckling lightly to himself. That whole exchange with Reg had shoved the fact that he still didn't know what Holodeck program he had activated into the back of his mind...
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It was good that Geordi didn't know which Holo-program he had put on, because at that very moment, in Holodeck Five, Data was making a few...adjustments to it. His fingers moved like lightning over the buttons on the control panel, and there was a final Beep! as he entered the last piece of information.
"Computer, run program." Once again, Data stepped through the portal into the Holodeck...only this time there was a very different atmosphere to his program.
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Captain Picard tapped his foot in his impatience: the turbolift was certainly taking its sweet time in getting to Deck Seventeen. To tell you the truth, he was rather annoyed with his second officer. This was the second time in a *day* the android had de-activated his communicator. Mr. Data had a lecture on *responsibility* coming to him, at this point.
Whoosh, hissss!
*Finally.*
Picard stepped out of the turbolift, paced briskly down the corridor, stepped inside the Holodeck...and saw something very...
...astonishing.
Attempting to remain unphased (but failing miserably at it), Picard took a step forward into the room. "Mr. Data."
The android seemed very focused on the screen in front of him, and only glanced up for a moment to give him a brief nod and a "Captain."
Blinking in astonishment, Picard took another step forward and tried again with a firmer "Mr. Data." This time
Data looked up and kept his gaze on the superior officer. "This is the *second* time you-" He could barely be heard above the blaring trombone. "Computer, will you shut off that infernal racket!" The music seemed almost angry as it ended with an angry Honk! "That's better," Picard sighed with relief. He took a deep breath. "Twice is-" The Captain stopped and sniffed the air. "Is that Earl Gray tea?"
"Yes, Captain. The scent of Earl Gray adds an aspect to my program which I had before thought impossible." He stood up. "The combination of the images on the screen, the trombone music, and the scent of Earl Gray-"
Picard cut him off, inhaling deeply. "I find that aroma most relaxing on a particularly stressful day, don't you?"
"I suppose sir. I-"
"Data, what is this program for anyway?"
"Well, sir, recently I was walking through Engineering-"
"The short version, Lieutenant."
"Ah, yes. The short version, sir. I have created this programming to help me induce depression. I wish to study it-" he stopped, realizing his commanding officer was no longer listening. "Sir?"
It hit Picard like a ton of bricks. _He uses Earl Gray to induce depression?_ he thought in shock. _....Merde._
Data watched in fascination as Picard looked around himself, his eyes out-of-focus. His eyes lingered on Data, but then he turned in a dazed manner and headed out the door.
"Sir?" Data prompted again. The only response he got was a vague hand-wave from the Captain. The doors slid shut behind Picard, and Data raised his eyebrows, dismissing it, and turned back to sit in his chair once more.
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Yay! Further twists in the plot! Heh, Picard can be such a dumb-ass sometimes (jk, jk, Picard's the best, yo). Well, whaddaya think? Funny? There is going to be something *really* silly coming out of this! Whoo-hoo! Oh, and, by the way, you have to read all the other stuff I have posted on this site, and you *have* to review. Just 'cause I said so. Lol, so there!
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"So, Reg, uh…we shouldn't expect any more of these…outbreaks of depression, should we? I mean, you feel better?" While keeping up a quick stride towards the officer's quarters, Geordi tried to organize his thoughts. He wasn't quite sure what had cheered his friend up so quickly, but he hoped that it would have a lasting effect. Taking Barclay to the Holodeck had been really a last-ditch effort; Geordi had been about to give up after a rather tiresome half-hour of trying to pluck up the awkward engineer's spirits.
"Oh, yes, sir!" Barclay was really perky, an unusual occurrence to say the least. One would hardly ever see Barclay happy, let alone downright chipper, as he was now. "Fit as a fiddle! Right as rain! I feel like a new person! I guess all I really needed was a bit of laughter in my life. To tell you the truth, sir…" Here Barclay paused in his steps, looking up at the superior officer. "I haven't laughed like that since I was a little kid."
"Well, Reg, I'd say that you're cured of your depression!" The two of them resumed their walking.
"I know, sir! Wow! I feel like a million bucks! I've never felt better in my life! I-"
"We're here, Reg," Geordi interrupted him, smiling. They had come to Barclay's quarters. Reg turned around in a slightly awkward manner and stepped backwards through the door.
"Thanks again, Chief! Wowie! I feel like-" the hiss of the doors closing cut his words off. Geordi turned to go to his quarters, chuckling lightly to himself. That whole exchange with Reg had shoved the fact that he still didn't know what Holodeck program he had activated into the back of his mind...
***
It was good that Geordi didn't know which Holo-program he had put on, because at that very moment, in Holodeck Five, Data was making a few...adjustments to it. His fingers moved like lightning over the buttons on the control panel, and there was a final Beep! as he entered the last piece of information.
"Computer, run program." Once again, Data stepped through the portal into the Holodeck...only this time there was a very different atmosphere to his program.
***
Captain Picard tapped his foot in his impatience: the turbolift was certainly taking its sweet time in getting to Deck Seventeen. To tell you the truth, he was rather annoyed with his second officer. This was the second time in a *day* the android had de-activated his communicator. Mr. Data had a lecture on *responsibility* coming to him, at this point.
Whoosh, hissss!
*Finally.*
Picard stepped out of the turbolift, paced briskly down the corridor, stepped inside the Holodeck...and saw something very...
...astonishing.
Attempting to remain unphased (but failing miserably at it), Picard took a step forward into the room. "Mr. Data."
The android seemed very focused on the screen in front of him, and only glanced up for a moment to give him a brief nod and a "Captain."
Blinking in astonishment, Picard took another step forward and tried again with a firmer "Mr. Data." This time
Data looked up and kept his gaze on the superior officer. "This is the *second* time you-" He could barely be heard above the blaring trombone. "Computer, will you shut off that infernal racket!" The music seemed almost angry as it ended with an angry Honk! "That's better," Picard sighed with relief. He took a deep breath. "Twice is-" The Captain stopped and sniffed the air. "Is that Earl Gray tea?"
"Yes, Captain. The scent of Earl Gray adds an aspect to my program which I had before thought impossible." He stood up. "The combination of the images on the screen, the trombone music, and the scent of Earl Gray-"
Picard cut him off, inhaling deeply. "I find that aroma most relaxing on a particularly stressful day, don't you?"
"I suppose sir. I-"
"Data, what is this program for anyway?"
"Well, sir, recently I was walking through Engineering-"
"The short version, Lieutenant."
"Ah, yes. The short version, sir. I have created this programming to help me induce depression. I wish to study it-" he stopped, realizing his commanding officer was no longer listening. "Sir?"
It hit Picard like a ton of bricks. _He uses Earl Gray to induce depression?_ he thought in shock. _....Merde._
Data watched in fascination as Picard looked around himself, his eyes out-of-focus. His eyes lingered on Data, but then he turned in a dazed manner and headed out the door.
"Sir?" Data prompted again. The only response he got was a vague hand-wave from the Captain. The doors slid shut behind Picard, and Data raised his eyebrows, dismissing it, and turned back to sit in his chair once more.
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Yay! Further twists in the plot! Heh, Picard can be such a dumb-ass sometimes (jk, jk, Picard's the best, yo). Well, whaddaya think? Funny? There is going to be something *really* silly coming out of this! Whoo-hoo! Oh, and, by the way, you have to read all the other stuff I have posted on this site, and you *have* to review. Just 'cause I said so. Lol, so there!