Saga 1 - (Recruiting). Episode 6: Soong Android. Series: Star Trek (Series).
A few ass-hats later. Hilda found someone else with that look in their eyes.
"Howdy," The Soong Android smiled. Looking very much like the famous Commander Data, a popular template for his people. He had slightly younger features, but kept that pale golden skin, and unnaturally straight hair. Although his dangled well passed his shoulders. "I'm Lore." Soong Androids did tend to have whimsical names.
Gene grinned, "I know a kid that love to meet you."
Hilda sighed, seeing the Synthetics questioning look, "Our Cabin-boy is a Technomancer."
The Android stiffened, more from shock then fear. An intrigued smile slowly spread across his lips. Technomancers were near holy, to Synthetic Lifeforms.
Gene wasn't really concerned with that.
Hilda ignored that for a second, "You're Captain Data's older brother, right?"
Lore sighed, "Yeah. Things are still... awkward on that front. But since he installed my 'Emotional Regulator Chip' I've been more stable."
That caught Gene's attention, "Stable?"
Lore blinked, before looking worried, "I... well, you know who I am, so I assumed you knew-"
"I do," Hilda assured, "Gene's a space Cherry."
"I ain't a cherry!!!" Gene snapped.
Hilda ignored that, and explained. "Lore had a glitch in his software, which turned him into a genocidal maniac. Not that uncommon for early model AIs. But a later model, his 'brother' as it were, was able to fix the issue. Like treating a mental disorder.
"He's fine now, with most civilized Galactic governments, recognizing him as not guilty of any crimes 'due to temporary insanity'."
Looking at Lore, Hilda asked, "You've been cured for Centuries now, still can't get a job?" she spoke almost teasingly.
She was aware he worked for his creator, Doctor Soong, in a factory to build more synthetics. Using Data's blue prints, for positronic brains that can be mass produced, by Replicators. It makes a few thousand a day. With Lore actually some high ranking government official.
Lore shrugged, while wearing his own smirk. "I've been helping father, in Sheparding our race, but every few centuries. I get an urge to come out to the black again, travel with a crew for a few decades, and see what's become of the galaxies... they haven't changed much, truth be told. Things have been kinda stagnant since the defeat of the Reapers. With infinite resources and land, there is no need to progress."
Lore smirked, leaning forward. "I've been listening," The Android leaned forward. "All this noise might be too chaotic for organic ears, but mine are more suited to it. You don't want lackies, unlike these other Captains."
Gene looked around, just now spotting there were a few other Captain's, recruiting people.
"You want an actual crew, a family. Well, I want what your selling," Lore insisted. "I have access to the entire Extra Net, in my head. I would make a good technical officer, engineer, and whatever else you need. I can even help teach this Technomancer you got."
Hilda just had her usual, unreadable, smirk. Before saying, "You're in."