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Keith snickered and hid his face to hide it.

Data's control over the emotion chip faltered under the massive urge to scream in dismay.

'Isn't it wonderful, brother!? The man is a genius!'

'B4', Data said through gritted teeth.

'Yes brother?', the amazingly idiotic android twin responded exuberently.

'Please. Refrain.From.Calling.Me.On.The.Bridge!'

'Exept when I need to show you something!?'

'No!'

'Please remind the man with furry hands that our game of 'Candyland'is tonight again!'

Keith rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. Babysitting B4 was not on Starfleet Exams.

'B4,Please put your ear near the console'.

In Data and B4's quarters, the miserably antiquated android removed his left ear and pressed it against the Com Badge.

The voices stopped, the speaker completely covered by the robotic ear.

'I can't hear you anymore, Data!'

B4 began to sob miserably and slumped to the floor.

As he did so,the detached ear fell also.

'-is the problem?B4, I cannot hear you.What is the problem?'

B4 leaped up happily at the sound of Datas voice.

'Please respond'

'YES! IM STILL HERE!'

'Please put you ear to the combadge'.

B4's tiny positronic brain put two and two together and finally realized that the ear was supposed to be still plugged in.

He complied with his brother's command, since he was so much older and possesed (to B4)nearly godlike intelligence.

A rapid sequence of modem signals raced through the commbadge.

B4 fell backwards, deactivated.

Back on the bridge, Data smiled.

Gotta love ancient modems, he thought to himself.

The on/off program is in the root command folder!

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