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Part Two of the Edo/Justice storyline. This chapter is a rollercoaster. It is also mostly written as series of flashbacks to Data's early days of activation.
I assure you it ends with a fluffy, domestic scene between our favourite protagonists.
Content Warning: This chapter includes flashbacks to Data's early days after being discovered on Omicron Theta & time in Starfleet. It is not happy. Contains abuse.
The flashback scenes are written in the present tense. It's not typically something I do, but it just came out that way and felt right. I think present tense helps to better convey Data's mindset during these events.
Data relies heavily on fictional literary characters for guidance. We see him do this from time to time during the show and I wanted to expand on that. It is my intention to demonstrate that Data uses these not only to better understand humans, but also because Data strives to embody what fiction can teach us all—to do better.
"Data, who did this to you?" Tasha asked.
27 Years Earlier
USS Tripoli | Stardate 18050.55
Data has been aboard the USS Tripoli for five weeks. Most of the crewmembers are nervous around him. Their initial study of Data's physiology leaves them leery as his strength output registers off the scale.
He's a machine with superhuman intelligence and strength.
Data's first few hours are a struggle. In a way, he's like an infant learning how much pressure he can safely apply to grip things or push on them without hurting people or objects aboard the ship.
He struggles with depth perception, volume, and adjusting to the world around him.
When they offer Data a ball to squeeze that will measure his strength, he breaks it.
When he's instructed to run on a treadmill, Data's speed exceeds the parameters of the device, and the belt is stripped.
He is unable to explain his thoughts concisely.
He doesn't have enough experience to understand or begin to process the emotions he is feeling.
They run tests during the day—and there are many tests. Once they are complete, Data is returned to a holding cell in the brig where he is guarded by a Security team at all times.
Data feels an emptiness that he cannot explain.
He wants to connect and understand.
The guards call him 'the robot.' They do not speak with him—they speak at him.
And Data learns quickly that they do not laugh with him—they laugh at him.
But Captain Mindy Long is a patient woman. She is not like the humanoids.
She talks with Data at length (from outside his holding cell), and she comes each day. After the first day, she offers Data a book and watches with awe as he manages to read it in a matter of minutes. His android abilities mean he flips the pages so rapidly they blur.
Data is overcome with a sensation of gratitude. He feels seen.
He thanks Captain Long for providing mental stimulation. It is Data's only reprieve from the tests that poke and prod and strain every fibre of his mind and body.
Soon Captain Long opens up access for Data to the ship's literary and musical libraries.
Like a sponge, Data absorbs everything he can consume.
He learns of Voltaire and Plato. He studies philosophy, poetry, and art history. He believes he has gained a new understanding of human behaviour after finishing Chekov's plays, he is captivated by Treasure Planet, and he is moved in a way he cannot explain upon completing Of Mice and Men.
Data senses that his guards see him as the world sees Lennie.
Data cannot fully articulate the sensation, but the thought troubles him.
There are two topics that stand out above anything else.
A passion for music and exobiology emerge within Data.
He is fascinated by the creatures he reads about—great underwater cephalopods that live in the depths of the oceans across the galaxy, feathered vertebrates that range from small hummingbirds to the large golden eagles that once existed on Earth, and butterflies that come in vibrant shades that take flight for a ritual mating dance in a spectacle of colour unlike anything Data can imagine.
Music is equally as enthralling.
It is simultaneously like a language or formula while also, somehow, a form of art. It is something that is universal to all cultures across the galaxy. And while the composition and rhythm of the different musical styles is varied, music is engrained in every part of the Federation.
Captain Long enjoys what she calls 'the Standards.' Data also finds them pleasing. It takes him two hours to complete a study of the Great American Songbook and Captain Long is intrigued that Data shares her passion for archaic music. Data believes she has come to see that he is more than just a machine.
She shares with Data that she will be joining the crew in a performance of several selections from the Great American Songbook later that evening.
Data decides to take a risk—he requests to attend.
Surprisingly, Captain Long permits this.
Data is escorted to the performance by a team of Security officers. He has never seen music performed live before. Data sits wide-eyed in the back, his head moving excitedly as he attempts to catalogue to memory every moment of the performance.
He finds it remarkable that the arrangement is the same piece of music he studied yet performed with a different cadence and timbre than the sample in the ship's library. Accessing his internal information bank, Data learns that the same musical piece is often interpreted differently by various artists.
Infinite diversity in infinite combinations.
Data's neural net races with questions for Captain Long. She is a gifted pianist, and Data finds her rendition of Blue Skies superior to the version performed by Crosby and Kaye.
When the performance concludes, Data joins the audience in their applause. As the crew begins to mingle about, Data is eager to speak with the performers.
He stands and takes a step, but Security immediately stops him.
"That's far enough," one of them orders.
Data stills.
There are four phasers pointed at him and the crew nearest Data begin to back away in fear.
"I desire to speak with the performers," Data states.
Security orders him to be quiet.
Captain Long notices the hubbub out of the corner of her eye and orders Security to stand down. She invites Data over with a wave of her hand and introduces him to the other crew members that performed in the ensemble.
Data has many questions.
After twenty minutes, Captain Long senses there will be no end to satisfying his curiosity. She tells Data that she would like to see him in her Ready Room in the morning.
The next day, Data is escorted to Captain Long's Ready Room. It is the first time he is permitted to see the Bridge. When he steps onto the Bridge, Data takes in the sight of the main viewer and for the first time, the sea of stars that surrounds them.
Data's breath hitches and he stops to soak in the inky blackness of the vast expanse of the universe. Data cannot explain it, but he feels small and safe and somehow like he is a part of a much grander purpose.
A Security officer nudges him forward.
Once inside the Ready Room, Captain Long offers Data a seat.
Data thanks her. He is not accustomed to being treated so.
During the testing, Data is required to stand for hours on end or lay on an exam table.
No one has ever offered him a seat like a person.
Captain Long explains that they are halfway to their scheduled rendezvous with the USS Exeter. The Exeter will transport Data to Starfleet Command Headquarters on Earth.
In the meantime, Captain Long would like to offer Data guest quarters. She doesn't believe he's any threat. She calls him a 'unique lifeform' and thanks Data for his patience and cooperation with their safety procedures.
She advises there will still be a Security detail outside his quarters, but Data will be permitted complete privacy within the quarters.
Captain Long also explains that Data will now be permitted to visit the lounge, hydroponic garden, and library with a Security escort.
"Captain, may I ask a question?"
"Of course," she replies.
"Why?" Data asks simply.
Captain Long smiles.
"Because I think you will enjoy it, Data," she says warmly.
In the weeks that follow, Data continues to absorb and learn.
He offers to help Ensign Henderson plant Andorian tubers and yelg melons. He enjoys his time in the garden with Henderson. And with the permission of the Captain, Data uses the replicator to create an acoustic guitar.
At first, he struggles with continually breaking the strings. His grip is too strong. After much trial and error, Data learns the correct amount of pressure he must apply to achieve the proper note without breaking the strings. The ability to play does not come naturally, it requires practice. But Data has the advantage that he does not require rest.
Data spends most of the day in the lab for further study. But at night, Data has hours all to himself.
He pours himself into playing the guitar, and by the end of the third day, he is able to play at what could be considered an intermediate level.
Captain Long continues to visit Data daily. They play chess, talk about his newfound love of plants, and discuss music. She is impressed with his musical pursuits and suggests that Data may also enjoy other string instruments.
The next day, she presents Data with a violin and shares that she also plays. She teaches Data how to properly hold and tune the instrument. He finds that learning an instrument as a shared experience is superior to learning alone.
A week later, Data is in the hydroponic garden with Ensign Henderson when he experiences his first ship-wide red alert. The Tripoli has encountered a rogue temporal disruption that causes a hull breach on Deck 7.
They are venting atmosphere.
The backup life support system has failed to engage and the only way to circumvent the failure is through a manual override.
Data doesn't hesitate.
He knows that he is the only person on the ship that can survive exposure to the deck to reach the manual override panel. Data's Security escort tries to stop him.
"Please let me pass. I can help," Data says politely.
"Move away from the door," the officer orders.
"If you do not permit me to leave, many lives will be lost," Data explains.
"Move away from the door," the officer repeats.
Only Data cannot step away. Something inside of Data compels him to intervene. The loss of life must be prevented. Data doesn't question this instinct. Starfleet scientists will later assume that it must be a part of his programming.
The ensign draws his phaser, but Data moves too quickly. Data seals the door behind him and makes his way to Deck 7.
Data uses the turbolift to gain access to the deck. He is able to override the computer and open the bulkhead that is preventing the spread of the breach. It takes Data forty-nine seconds to locate the panel and access the override protocol.
A gentle hum fills the air as the backup life support system comes online. It begins to flood the rooms with breathable air. Two crew members that were caught in the corridor have died—but Data has managed to save the other twenty-one lives that were on Deck 7.
A few moments later, Engineering is able to repair the shield. Data finds two Security teams waiting for him on the opposite side of the bulkhead.
Data is escorted to the brig and returned to his previous holding cell.
Data complies with his detainment. He disobeyed the Captain by travelling through the ship without his Security escort. Data also had to shake the guard in order to escape to the turbolift. His positronic brain struggles to understand how he could disobey orders—especially from Captain Long.
Data understands that he is programmed to be polite and to follow all rules, laws, and customs as appropriate. However, there is a deeper directive in his neural net, one that demands the preservation of life.
For the first time, Data begins to see nuance.
Much like various musical interpretations of the same arrangement, Data now sees there are also various interpretations of ethical dilemmas.
After an hour, Captain Long comes down from the Bridge. She apologises for Data's detainment and thanks him for saving the lives of her crew.
She orders Data released and invites him to join her in her Ready Room for a chat.
"How did you know to initiate a manual override, Data? And how did you even know where to find it?" Captain Long asks.
She sits back in her chair, her arms crossed as she eyes the android with a look of concern.
"The Tripoli is a Cruiser-class ship. I have read the specifications of all current Starfleet vessels," Data states innocently.
Captain Long's eyes narrow.
"If one were to sabotage this ship, what would be the easiest way to do so?"
Data cocks his head to the side as he contemplates her question.
"There are several possible methods a saboteur could use. The method of choice would depend on the goal of the saboteur," Data answers.
His mind is in overdrive. Drawing from what he has read, Data begins to theorise.
"If their intention were to take control of the ship, a false emergency triggering an order to abandon the ship would be the most proficient. If the intention were to destroy the ship, dropping the warp core containment would quickly and efficiently complete the task," Data says.
"And you have the knowledge and means to achieve either," Captain Long replies.
She uncrosses her arms and leans forward over her desk.
"And yet, you have not," she adds.
Data is taken aback.
"I have no cause to destroy this vessel. Furthermore, my ethical programming would never permit me to partake in such actions," Data explains.
There is a pause. Data takes another risk.
"Captain, if you are concerned that I am a threat due to my earlier actions, then I would like to apologise. I felt it necessary to act. Even though I knew I was disobeying your order, I was compelled to initiate the manual override. There were lives at stake," Data explains softly. "I understand if you and the crew feel safer with returning me to the brig. I accept any punishment for my actions."
Captain Long smiles. She assures Data that a return to the brig will not be necessary.
"Thank you, Mr Data. You did good work today."
Data is permitted to keep his quarters.
The next day, Captain Long requests Data join her on the Bridge. She permits Data to sit in and observe a typical shift. He has many questions about the roles of the various officers which he catalogues to memory to ask the Captain later.
He recognises she is busy in command and does not wish to spoil the opportunity. The last thing Data wishes to be is a nuisance.
After their shift completes, Captain Long takes Data along to the lounge where she dines with her First Officer and Helmsman. She asks Data if has thought about joining Starfleet.
The Helmsman is shocked by the question.
"It's a machine," Lieutenant George scoffs.
"He's an android, Lieutenant. And Mr Data has shown many of the qualities that Starfleet seeks in its applicants. You will not speak of him like that again," Captain Long orders.
"Sorry, sir," George replies.
"Do not apologise to me," Captain Long says. "Apologise to Mr Data."
Data can see Lieutenant George is taken aback by her order—he complies, nonetheless.
"Captain, do you really believe I would be permitted to join Starfleet?" Data asks.
He has not considered this possibility. In fact, he has not considered anything beyond learning as much as he can about the world around him.
Data is desperate to belong. He wants to know why he was created, who created him, and where they have gone. He cannot know for certain if Omicron Theta is his homeworld or if there is some great android world out there where more of his kind exist.
Up to this point, Starfleet is the only home Data has known—and there is something appealing in that.
Data has seen that Starfleet is a place where people, languages, scientific pursuits, and cultures collide.
"I don't see why not. I think you should consider applying. But it's your choice. You'll need to decide what you want to do with yourself, Mr Data," Captain Long explains.
These words stick with Data.
He has not contemplated what to do with himself. He knows he will be brought to Starfleet Commander for testing and further study. He has not thought about life beyond that or the possibility that he might have a choice in the matter.
For the remainder of the trip, Data studies the history of Starfleet, Starfleet regulations, and the requirements for entrance. He finds that he is eager to reach San Francisco as Data believes Starfleet's opportunity for learning will fill his insatiable desire for knowledge.
And a sense of belonging.
On the final night of his time aboard the Tripoli, Data invites Captain Long to his quarters for dinner. Data has personally prepared it.
He has studied human customs regarding gratitude and would like to repay Captain Long for the kindness and patience she has shown him.
With the help of Ensign Henderson in the hydroponic garden, Data has harvested a successful crop of blackberries that he intends to leave as a gift for the Captain.
When she arrives, Captain Long is touched by Data's gesture. It is surprisingly human.
Captain Mindy Long tries to enjoy the evening as Data shares his excitement about Starfleet. She can see the spark in his eyes as he babbles on about the Exobiology courses Starfleet offers.
But there is a cloud hanging over this dinner.
Captain Long doesn't want to deflate Data's mood, but she has trouble enjoying dinner. She has grown fond of Data. She likes his company. She is fascinated by his curious mind and love of music.
And she feels a certain responsibility for this sweet, somewhat naïve man before her.
"Data, I'm not sure how to say this, but I feel I should warn you. There are people out there like Helmsman George. Not everyone is going to see you like I do. Prejudice, Data. I want you to be prepared for prejudice," she says sadly.
She struggles to put words to the concerns she has for Data and his safety.
"I would like you to write me. I'll write you too. But I won't be there to protect you. I am afraid you will have to fight for your personhood. Do you understand?" she asks him directly.
Captain Long hopes that Starfleet will be kind to Data—but she wants to prepare him for the possibility that it might not be.
"I have observed most humans are uncomfortable in my presence. I am grateful that you are not. My neural pathways have become accustomed to your presence. I believe that in the absence of that input, I will miss you," Data says honestly.
"I will miss you too," she replies.
And she means it.
As the Captain of Federation starship, Mindy Long must maintain a professional distance between herself and her crew. She is not permitted close friends nor romantic entanglements. Although she didn't know it when they found Data, she has come to appreciate the humanity of this kind-hearted, inquisitive android that shares her passions.
She has grown close to him in ways that she cannot with the crew that serve under her. It is like the universe has dropped a gift in her lap—a lifelong friend.
Data notices that she is staring at him. There is a blank look on her face.
"Captain?" he prompts.
Captain Long shakes her head and apologises for getting lost in her own thoughts.
As the evening draws to a close, Data moves the dishes to the replicator and thanks Captain Long again for her friendship.
"I am grateful to have met you, Captain," Data says in earnest.
"You are a very special lifeform, Mr Data," Captain Long replies.
She's not sure what compels her to do so, but Mindy Long pulls Data into a warm embrace.
Data goes stiff. Arms at his side, he is visibly confused.
"Captain, why are you attempting to detain me?" Data asks, fearing he has done something wrong.
"It's called a hug, Data," she replies, her head against his chest.
Data accesses his internal informational bank for the word 'hug.' After 0.043 seconds, he understands this is a human act of affection.
Now understanding the meaning behind the strange act, Data relaxes and returns the embrace. His arms are long and perfectly designed for such a purpose.
They stay like that for a moment before Captain Long pulls back and looks at up him.
She cups Data's face and pulls him down for a kiss.
Something in Data changes as he senses his neural net taps into a new part of him.
Captain Long is certain that she has lost her mind.
But there's something very natural in the way that he responds. His hands on her back pull her closer. His tongue feels no different than human muscle. Just like a human body, Data is warm against her. Data reacts in a way that is natural, experienced.
It has been a long time since anyone has held her like this and Captain Long decides to let herself go.
Data is an intuitive and generous lover.
Captain Long has dedicated her life to Starfleet. She is seen by her crew as being a fair, but tough Captain.
She's well past the prime of her youth, and most days doesn't feel like anything special.
But as Data watches her, his golden eyes wide with wonder and his mouth hanging slightly open, she feels extraordinary.
The next morning, Data brings Captain Long a bourbon rose that he has grown in the garden and asks if she would like to repeat the experience.
"In my study of human relationships, it would seem we are—"
Data falls silent as Captain Long puts up a hand to signal that he should stop.
"We are not in a relationship, Mr Data," Captain Long clarifies.
Data is concerned.
"Was my performance inadequate?"
As Data stares at her wide-eyed like a puppy, Captain Long realises the gravity of her temporary lapse in judgement.
"No, Data," she replies awkwardly.
They have another three hours before they will meet up with the Exeter and it takes nearly all of that time to explain to Data the nuances between sex and relationships. He has many questions.
Data cannot fully articulate his feelings.
He is hurt. Because of that, Data feels like a failure.
"I understand, Captain. I would like you to know that you are special to me. I value our friendship. And I have valued our time together," Data says.
"I'm an old bird, Data. But thanks for indulging me," she replies dryly.
"If your concern is your chronological age, please know that I do not consider such criteria to be of any relevance. I find you aesthetically pleasing," Data assures her.
Captain Long laughs and shakes her head. Data is too sweet for this world.
"Maybe another time, another place," she says with a wistful gleam in her eye.
"Are you saying that you may be open to pursuing a relationship in the future?" Data inquires.
"No, Data. It's just an old saying," she explains.
Data cocks his head to the side as he scans through his database of human colloquialisms to understand the meaning.
"Ah! I see," he says brightly.
Data's tone changes to one marked with sadness as he eyes Captain Long.
"You are saying, if we were two different people in different roles. If I were not me and you were not you."
Data does not press the issue. He assumes that his android nature will always be a prohibitive factor to human relationships.
Before Data is beamed aboard the Exeter, Data promises to write Captain Long. She gives him a letter of recommendation that she has written on Data's behalf for Starfleet Academy. She also tells Data that she looks forward to his letters and cannot wait to learn of all the adventures he will have.
Data decides to take one last risk.
He cannot think of another way to properly thank the person that has introduced him to music, art, friendship, respect, and intimacy.
Before stepping onto the transporter pad, Data kisses Captain Long's hand and notes a momentary look of love in her eyes as he departs.
It is the only time someone has looked upon Data with fondness.
Three days later, Captain Long and the crew of the Tripoli disappear near the Cardassian border.
After two weeks they are declared officially missing in action.
But Data knows nothing of this—nor will he for a long time.
Immediately after Data is beamed aboard the Exeter, he is greeted by Captain Jeremy Riordan and several Security personnel.
They confiscate the chest of personal belongings that Data has brought with him. It is not much—a change of clothing, the guitar and violin he has come to treasure, the letter from Captain Long, and a pineapple he has grown aboard the Tripoli.
As the Security personnel pull Data's belongings from the chest, they examine each item carefully.
"That is a gift for you, Captain," Data explains in reference to the pineapple. "I grew it myself."
"Take the machine to storage," Captain Riordan orders.
"Captain, I was wondering if it would be possible for me to—"
Data is cut off by a phaser blast from one of the Security officers.
Data falters, shocked by their aggression.
"Captain, I do not understand," Data says pleadingly.
"I don't either," Captain Riordan snarls. "I've read your schematics. I think you're a weapon. And I think they should have neutralised you when they found you. I don't want you on my ship. But as I have been ordered to transport you to Starfleet HQ, I intend to ensure you aren't a danger."
Data tries in vain to explain that he is not a threat.
"I am no danger to you, Captain. I spent most of my time on the Tripoli helping in the hydroponic garden and in the library. But I will be happy to remain in my quarters if that is your preference."
"Quarters are for guests. Security, escort this piece of machinery to storage," Riordan orders.
Data asks the Captain if they can speak about this, but his pleas fall on ignorant ears.
Data is escorted to storage by Security. He politely complies with their request and climbs into a storage container that is shut and sealed with a forcefield.
It is dark and Data is quite literally boxed in.
Data is uncomfortable.
It is lonely and boring. Data feels suffocated. He doesn't like the dark, nor does captivity suit him.
Based on his calculations, they will reach Earth in three weeks, nine hours, and twenty-eight minutes.
Data passes the time by replaying his memory engrams from aboard the Tripoli. He misses Captain Long and Ensign Henderson. To keep his mind occupied, Data runs through all of the various plant and animal species he has studied. When he exhausts that, Data moves onto reviewing his study of probability mechanics in preparation for the Starfleet entrance exam.
And when that runs out, Data falls back on his love of music to occupy his time.
"Nothing but blue skies, do I see," he sings aloud.
He sings it so often, it becomes an escape, a coping mechanism to push away the isolation and darkness.
Data makes a valiant effort to keep his neural net stimulated, but his internal chronometer makes him unable to forget exactly how long he's been alone in the dark.
He knows that three weeks, nine hours, and twenty-eight minutes have passed. Data has been forced to track each and every millisecond of his imprisonment.
They should have reached Earth. Yet, he remains trapped in the storage container.
Data begins to count the seconds. His positronic brain is in overdrive as he theorises about possible explanations for his current situation.
It is possible the Exeter has been delayed.
It is also possible that the humans intend to keep him this way.
Data sincerely hopes this is not the case. But somewhere inside of himself, Data is gripped by fear that his plans for joining Starfleet will not come to fruition.
Another 14,432 seconds pass before his internal spatial recognition sensors detect the storage container is being moved.
Moments later, Data realises he is being transported inside the container. He senses his body is being converted to energy and reconverted to matter in a different location. It is a sensation Data has only experienced twice before.
The hum of the forcefield around his crate disappears.
After another moment, the storage crate is cracked open, and Data feels artificial light on his face for the first time in weeks.
It takes Data's optical receptors several seconds to adjust to the sudden change in illumination.
There is a man standing in front of the crate. He is slim with dark hair and wears a blue uniform similar to Ensign Henderson. Data understands from his study of Starfleet protocols, this designates he is an officer in the Sciences Division.
"It's magnificent," the man says with breathless wonder.
He steps toward the crate and touches Data's chest.
His use of the word 'it' is not lost on Data.
Data tries to remain calm, but there is something in the way this man is looking at him that sends fear into the deepest recesses of his neural net.
Data realises that he must make a good impression—one that makes clear that Data is a humanoid.
"Hello," Data says in greeting.
The man takes a step back in surprise. The initial shock wears off quickly and he steps back toward Data.
"It is truly brilliant," the man says as he smiles, cupping the sides of Data's face.
After a moment, the man steps back and coaxes Data out of the crate.
Data steps forward several feet.
"Sir, I am Data. And you are?" Data prompts but the man is not listening.
He is circling Data as he runs a tricorder up and down the length of his body. The man grabs Data's arm and pulls it toward him so that he can examine Data's hands.
Without asking, the man rolls up the sleeve of Data's jumpsuit and activates the button to open his arm panel.
Data recoils.
He takes a step back and clutches his arm to his chest.
"What are you doing, sir?" Data asks, his face full of concern.
The man eyes him curiously.
"We will be examining you to assess your construction and capabilities," the man replies.
"I will be happy to comply with any requests for your examination of my construction. But is it not standard procedure for you to ask for my consent before you begin? I would appreciate you notifying me of what your intentions are," Data says as recalls Captain Long's warning.
The man steps forward and yanks Data's hand back toward him roughly.
"As I said, we will be examining you. You're a fascinating piece of machinery. We're going to study every inch of you, android. And hopefully, we can find a way to reverse engineer a whole lot more of you," the man says as he runs his tricorder over Data's exposed arm panel.
Data doesn't like this. He wants to leave this situation, but he doesn't even know exactly where he is. And he is encircled by a Security team with phasers at the ready.
"Never in all my years of cybernetic research have I seen something so complex," the man mutters as he admires the handiwork of Data's arm.
He lets go of Data's arm and Data instinctively clutches it back to his chest. He closes his exposed circuitry and tries to slow his coolant system.
The man steps forward and grabs the zipper on Data's jumpsuit. Without a word, he begins to lower it.
In a panic, Data's hands reach out and grip the wrists of the Science officer tightly.
"What are you doing?" Data demands as he keeps his hands on the man's wrists.
The Security team are on alert and ready to fire.
"Sir?"
Data could break the man's wrists if wanted to, snap them like twigs. But Data doesn't want to hurt him. He only wants him to cease.
"Stand down," the man orders.
The Security personnel take a step back.
"Why?" the man asks Data as he looks down at his wrists.
"I do not like being treated in this manner. Were I a human discovered on another planet, you would not treat me in this way. I am afraid that your prejudice toward my artificial nature will lead to harm," Data explains.
The man scoffs. He is amused.
"Afraid? You are a machine. You do not have feelings."
"But I do, sir," Data says brightly. "I would be happy to discuss them with you for your study."
Data releases him and the man steps back. He massages his wrist for a moment.
"In fact, if you would permit me access to my personal effects, I would be happy to demonstrate my passion for music. I have found music to be particularly emotionally stimulating," Data says.
One of the Security officers hands a small device to the man in charge.
"I think that sounds interesting," the man says.
Data breathes a sigh of relief. He is pleased that he has stood up for himself and believes that Captain Long will be proud of him. Data cannot wait to tell her about this incident in his first letter.
The man steps toward Data and holds out his hand to show Data a small, circular device.
"This is a biometric scanner implant. It will allow us to scan and track you," the man says.
Data is wary.
"I would like to place this on your neck so that we can get some initial readings for our study," the man says. "It will tell us more about you."
Data nods in agreement, hoping that cooperation will demonstrate he is no threat and endear him to Starfleet.
The man steps forward and Data tips his head so the man can place the implant behind his ear. There is a small, sharp feeling as the implant lodges into his bioplast.
"Thank you for explaining," Data says politely.
"Thank you for complying," the man replies.
He steps back and another Ensign hands him a small, handheld device.
"And now, I don't believe compliance will be a further issue," the man announces.
He activates the handheld device and Data drops to his knees as a painful, high-frequency burst of a hypersonic pulse radiates throughout his body. It is enough to scramble Data's neural net, temporarily rendering him unable to think or move of his own volition.
After a moment, it stops.
Data looks up at the man, confused and hurt in a way he cannot explain.
Is this deception? Data thinks.
"The next time you disobey me, you will experience this," the man warns.
"Why?" Data manages to say before the pain surges through his body again.
"You will not speak unless I ask you a question," the man snaps coldly.
Data's mouth has gone dry. He is unable to fathom the cruelty of this situation.
"Do you understand, android?" the man asks.
Data nods.
"Good. Do not disobey me again. Because I will get what I want from you—even if it means I have to do it piece by piece," the man sneers.
An alarming thought creeps into Data's positronic brain. He does not wish to be disassembled. This is a most disturbing notion.
"Return the android to the holding crate and have it sent to my lab," the man orders.
"Right away, Commander Maddox."
Present
Geordi came sprinting across the grass.
"Tasha, what's wrong?" Geordi asked as he approached the pair.
Tasha looked deeply concerned and Geordi could see there was something very wrong with Data.
"I'm not exactly sure," Tasha replied honestly.
Data rocked back and forth rapidly, singing absentmindedly. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his face was contorted in pain.
"He was telling me he was uncomfortable with the Edo touching him and then it was like something snapped in him," Tasha said.
"Data, Data?" Geordi said as he knelt down next to his friend and put his hand on Data's knee.
Data looked up at Geordi and opened his eyes. His head continued to twitch uncontrollably.
Tasha rubbed his back in a soothing manner. Geordi whipped out his tricorder and tried to assess the situation.
He was troubled seeing his best friend in such a state. He knew Tasha was trying to stay calm, but Geordi could sense she was equally as nervous.
"Geordi, I want to ask you if you know anything about what happened to Data? Before he was in Starfleet?"
Geordi sat back on his knees and sighed. He understood where she was headed with her question.
"It's just, I know that he's said there were people that didn't treat him like a person. And the way he's acting… well, it's like when something triggers a traumatic memory," Tasha explained.
Geordi understood perfectly. If there was anyone that recognised what Data was going through, it was Tasha.
"I don't know everything," Geordi said cautiously. "I know that he doesn't like anyone else in Engineering working on him. Specifically, he doesn't like anyone touching him aside from me."
"Data, would you like to go back to the Enterprise?" Tasha asked.
"I don't think this is a problem with his circuitry, Tasha," Geordi stated as he closed his tricorder. "I think this is mental, emotional."
Geordi took a hold of Data's left hand. Tasha reached down and grabbed his right hand and gave it a squeeze.
"Hey Data, it's Geordi. And Tasha's here too," Geordi said in a low, calming voice.
"We're both here, Data. We're right here," Tasha said.
25 Years Earlier
Stardate 18293.12 | Starfleet Headquarters, San Francisco | Earth
Data has spent another eight hours and six minutes in the crate. He doesn't like the darkness, but he finds it preferable to the time he spends in the lab.
Commander Bruce Maddox is a formidable man, and he has little patience for Data's idiosyncrasies.
For nearly two years, Maddox has kept Data in the basement of Starfleet's Research & Development Cybernetics facility.
When Data isn't in the box, he is at the mercy of Maddox.
Maddox scans and studies, pokes and prods, inspects and intrudes upon every inch of Data's synthetic flesh.
Data feels this has violated his sense of decency and self.
He falls back on the literary and music works he studied with Captain Long. Data draws strength from the characters he has come to know—the eternal optimism of Sarah Crewe, the determination of Matilda Wormwood, and the indomitable spirit of Jane Eyre.
Data wonders why he has not heard from Captain Long.
At first, he believes that there is a possibility Commander Maddox is holding her letters from him.
After some time, Data grows concerned. He does not believe Captain Long would simply 'give up' on contacting him. He wants to believe she is a good friend. Surely, she would have raised concerns to Starfleet after this long?
The next time Data is removed from the crate, he asks Commander Maddox about Captain Long and the Tripoli.
Commander Maddox ignores this question and orders Data to lie down on the exam table.
"Commander, please. Has Captain Long written to me?" Data inquires.
"Lie down on the table," Maddox repeats.
He is growing agitated. Maddox frequently grows agitated by what he calls Data's 'spirit.'
Data politely refuses.
"Please answer my question, Commander.
Maddox presses the handheld and Data falls to the ground, writhing in pain.
"Get up and get on the table," Maddox orders irately.
"I will not comply until you answer my question," Data replies firmly.
Maddox is furious. He presses the button. This time, he holds it down.
Data stares back at him definitely for as long as he can sustain until it becomes unbearable. Data collapses to the ground. His body twitches and convulses in agony.
After sixty-eight seconds, Commander Maddox releases the device.
"She doesn't care about you," Commander Maddox tells him.
Data doesn't believe him.
Data sits up and leans against the exam table. He defiantly stares up at Maddox.
"Captain Long is my friend."
"You don't have any friends. You are a machine," Maddox counters.
Data knows this is wrong. He trusts Captain Long. He may not have years of social experience with humans, but he refuses to believe that his experience aboard the Tripoli is not valid.
"Back into the crate," Maddox orders.
Data pulls himself and walks back to the crate.
Before sealing it, Maddox takes hold of Data's forearm.
Data watches in horror as Maddox detaches it from his body. Maddox turns the forearm over, studying it for a moment before he speaks.
"As I said before, I will take what I need for my research even if it means I have to do it piece by piece," Maddox says darkly.
Maddox leaves Data in the crate for fourteen days, six hours and three minutes as punishment.
Data can still function without his forearm, but he feels a piece of him has been lost. It's not the missing arm, something inside of him has changed as the reality of his situation weighs heavily.
Data is a captive.
A captive with no connection to the outside world. Data has no rights. There is no android homeworld to demand his release or family waiting for him to come home.
Data is truly alone.
When Maddox finally returns to release him, Data's brain is full of questions.
And fear.
Data theorises his survival is now entirely dependent upon compliance.
He lays down on the table without hesitation. He suppresses a shudder whenever Maddox removes his clothing against his will. He dutifully complies with every test and does not protest against the daily violations against his bodily autonomy.
Maddox is thorough.
He tests Data's bioplast skin against extreme heat and cold, chemical components, and a variety of corrosive materials. Data's auditory, olfactory, optical, and somatosensory receptors are run through a rigorous series of scenarios to evaluate exactly how they function.
Data's body is pushed to its limit to calculate the precise limitations of his design.
Maddox puts Data through a series of embarrassing examinations as he studies every aspect of Data's anatomy—including his sex organs.
And every step, Maddox instils in Data that he is a machine—emotionless, incapable of fathoming the depth of complexity that is humanity, a machine only and not a man.
After several more months, Maddox's research changes.
He observes Data play his Ensigns in chess, evaluating the android's ability to strategise. Maddox thinks it is pathetic that Data tries to engage them in conversation.
Data craves human interaction. He is lonely. He asks each Ensign about Starfleet, their homes, their hopes and dreams, and shares that he too hopes to one day join Starfleet.
Maddox begins to see that Data is intentionally dragging out these chess games to permit himself more time in the company of others.
So, Maddox orders the Ensigns not to respond to Data's questions anymore. They are to remain silent for the duration of the test.
This changes something within Data. He realises he is playing a metaphorical game of chess with Commander Maddox.
Data responds in kind by defeating all of his opponents as quickly as possible. He still maintains his friendly demeanour with the Ensigns that he is forced to play against. They remain silent.
Data greets each one. He inquires politely about their day and the weather. And when he inevitably defeats them in a short sequence of moves, Data thanks them for a good match.
Data hopes that his continued kindness will endear him to these Ensigns.
Because despite men like Captain Riordan and Commander Maddox, Data's experience aboard the Tripoli and his literary research have led him to believe that, deep down, most humans are good people.
He surmises that Riordan and Maddox are the exception, and not the norm.
Maddox has grown bored with Data's antics during the chess study. He decides to give Data his violin and begins to study Data's learning abilities.
Data's breath hitches when Maddox hands him the instrument and bow.
Data wants to thank him, but understands he is not to address the Commander until he is spoken to.
"You may speak, android," Maddox says lazily.
"Thank you, sir," Data says in earnest as he accepts the gift.
Data runs his hand along the wood, feeling the familiar touch of the piece and a sense of hope is rekindled within him.
"I am most grateful that you—"
Data stops as Maddox holds up a hand to silence him.
"Ah, ah. You are not grateful, Data," Maddox warns, wagging his finger in disapproval.
Data wants to apologise, but he knows that will further anger Maddox.
"You are correct, sir," Data says meekly.
"And why is that?" Maddox asks as he guides Data to the reply he is expecting.
Data's voice is utterly devoid of emotion as he responds.
"I am an android, sir. I am not capable of feeling."
"Very good," Maddox says.
Maddox is pleased that Data has come to accept his role in his research. He has worked hard to condition Data, to stamp out the fantasy of emotion.
"May I ask a question?" Data inquires.
It is a risk, but one that Data feels he must take.
He has calculated there is a 73.5% chance that Maddox will punish him with the handheld device and return him to the crate. There is a 16.8% chance that Commander Maddox will answer his question.
But Data has also determined there is a 9.7% chance that Maddox will disassemble him soon. Data speculates this is the least likely scenario as Maddox can gain far more from him when assembled—but Maddox can be unpredictable, and he has a wicked temper.
Maddox decides to indulge Data. After all, he's been obedient lately.
"One question."
"Am I a prisoner?" Data asks flatly.
Maddox scoffs with laughter. He certainly hadn't been expecting that.
"No Data, you are not a prisoner," Maddox says with a smile.
"Then am I permitted to leave of my own free will?" Data inquires, risking a second question.
"I don't recall permitting you ask a follow up question!" Maddox snaps.
Data freezes and prepares himself for Maddox to use the device on him again, but nothing happens.
Maddox doesn't need the device to put the android in his place.
"People are prisoners, Data. Machines are property," Maddox says coldly.
Data has now spent 1,213 days in the crate. It has been ninety-three days since Maddox finally admitted that Data is nothing more than Starfleet property.
At the very least, Data has not been disassembled. And for Data, the fact that he is still alive means there is hope that someday he will be free of his crate.
What Data doesn't know is that Commander Maddox has presented his research to a panel that includes the head of Starfleet's Sciences Division and the Chief of Starfleet Operations. Maddox has submitted a request for additional lab space and personnel as he intends to finally disassemble Data in order to reverse engineer a series of androids.
Commander Rahim Farooq is the Chief of Starfleet Operations and an old friend of Captain Mindy Long.
When he learns the android was transported aboard the Tripoli shortly before her disappearance, Commander Farooq begins to pour through all transmissions from the final weeks of the Tripoli.
Among his findings is a letter of recommendation to Starfleet Academy written by Captain Long regarding the android. She sent the message via subspace channel to the Starfleet Academy where it was filed away as it did not correspond to any recent Academy applicant.
Admiral Farooq knows there is something he must do before Maddox disassembles the android.
Farooq demands to meet the android and is sceptical of Maddox's resistance.
A day later, arrangements are made for Farooq to meet the android under Maddox's supervision. Maddox warns Farooq that the android is dangerous and insists that he be permitted to monitor their meeting from an observation window.
Data is released from the crate and escorted by Security to a meeting room where he is instructed to sit in a metal chair.
He is not told what is happening.
Data begins to hum softly to himself as he waits. If this is to be his end, then he would like to think of fond memories before his programming is terminated.
Outside, Admiral Farooq and Commander Maddox watch Data carefully through a one-way window.
Farooq recognises the tune—it was one of Captain Long's favourite pieces of music. The unsettlingly pale tone of his skin aside, the android appears to be quite human.
"He certainly doesn't look dangerous," Farooq says to Maddox.
"Watch yourself. He's deceptive," Maddox warns.
After a moment Admiral Farooq enters, Data immediately stops humming and sits up straight.
"Hello, I am Admiral Rahim Farooq," he says, greeting Data.
He pulls out the chair and sits down across the table from Data.
Data says nothing. He glances toward the mirror that he knows is a one-way viewscreen seeking permission to speak, but Commander Maddox says nothing.
"Do you speak?" Farooq questions.
Again, Data looks to the mirror for permission. He suspects this is deception. Maddox could be toying with him again, testing to see if Data will comply.
When there is no response, Data's neural net is overwhelmed.
He does not know if this is a trail, if Commander Maddox has been removed, or if there is something else going on.
Before he can respond, Commander Farooq tries another approach.
"No need to be shy son, I like the song you were humming. It was a favourite of an old friend of mine, Captain Mindy Long," Farooq says.
Data's eyes light up.
"Captain Long is my friend," Data says. "I have not heard from her in 1,213 days. Is she alright?"
Commander Farooq is confused by this. He eyes the android carefully.
"Actually, I was hoping you could tell me a little more about your time on the Tripoli," Farooq replies.
"I spent seventy days, nine hours, and thirty-one minutes aboard the Tripoli," Data answers.
"And you have a perfect memory? You can recall conversations and details exactly as they occurred?" Farooq inquires.
"That is correct, Admiral."
"I would like you to tell me what happened during your last few days aboard the Tripoli. Was there anything unusual?" Farooq asks.
Data senses there must be a reason for his questions. Data needs information. But he also knows that Commander Maddox is likely watching the conversation.
Data realises this may be his only opportunity for escape.
It could all still be a test, some great ruse designed by Maddox to trap Data, simply another excuse to torment him. But it is equally as likely that Admiral Farooq's request is genuine.
And Data is willing to take that risk.
Data knows that he may end up disassembled—but he would rather take that chance than spend the rest of his days in captivity.
"May I have something to write with?" Data asks, knowing he must get a message to this Commander Farooq without Maddox hearing it.
Farooq acknowledges the request and pulls a small device from a briefcase. He slides it across the table to Data, who recognises it as a personal recording device similar to one Captain Long had.
Data's fingers work quickly as he types a message to Farooq.
"Here are the details of the last few days I was aboard the ship," Data says as he hands the device back to Farooq.
Eager for details, Farooq begins to read the screen.
Has something happened to Captain Long? She promised she would write but I have not heard from her. I believed Commander Maddox was holding her letters from me, but your questions have left me wondering if there is another explanation for her silence.
Is this why I am being held as a prisoner?
I am willing to cooperate with any questions you have, but please do not use the device on me again. It is painful.
Admiral Farooq is shaken.
He reads the message twice—struck by the personal tone of Data's message and the odd final request.
Please do not use the device on me again. It is painful.
It takes Farooq a moment to recover.
"Thank you, this will be quite helpful," Commander Farooq says.
He taps the combadge on his chest and orders his staff to escort Commander Maddox to his office to discuss the android with his staffer.
A moment later the door opens, and Maddox pokes his head into the room. It is evident that Maddox is not willing to go.
"Shall we walk over together?" Maddox suggests.
"You head out, I'll be along in a little while," Farooq replies.
"I can wait," Maddox says.
He doesn't want to leave Data alone with Farooq. Bruce Maddox can feel that the situation is slipping out of his control. He's afraid what will happen if Data is permitted to speak with Farooq alone.
"That's an order, Commander," Farooq says.
Maddox clears his throat, uncomfortable.
"I really think it is best if I remain with Data. It can be unpredictable," Maddox lies.
"I'm perfectly safe, Commander," Farooq asserts. "Do I need to repeat my orders?"
Data avoids eye contact with Maddox, though he can practically feel the fury radiating off his captor.
"Be careful. This piece of machinery is dangerous," Maddox cautions as he shoots Data an intimidating look.
Once Maddox is gone, Data thanks Commander Farooq.
"Why do you believe you are a prisoner?" Farooq inquires.
"My name is Data," he tells the Admiral. "And I will answer any questions you have but I have three requests."
Commander Farooq nods.
"Please tell me what has happened to Captain Long. She is my friend. And I miss her," Data begins.
He pauses.
"Please remove the implant that is used to punish me."
Data turns his head to the side to show Admiral Farooq the neural implant that has been his Achilles heel for more than a thousand days.
Data stares at Admiral Farooq. The Admiral cannot help but feel as if he is looking at a broken man.
"And please do not put me back into the crate."
Three hours later, Data accompanies Commander Farooq out of the Starfleet Cybernetics building. He follows obediently as they walk to exit through the large glass doors onto the campus of Starfleet Headquarters in San Francisco.
For the first time in his life, Data feels real sunshine on his skin.
Commander Farooq isn't exactly sure what to do with Data—but he knows that this lifeform doesn't belong in a crate in an underground lab.
He takes Data to his own quarters where they are greeted by his corgi, Apollo. Any remaining doubts Farooq had about this android are quickly dispelled as he watches Data interact with the dog.
Rahim Farooq believes Apollo is an excellent judge of character and Data seems to instinctively know how to interact with the animal. He is affectionate and speaks kindly to the dog.
Before leaving Starfleet, Farooq informed Data that Captain Long and the Tripoli have been missing since shortly after transporting him to the Exeter.
As Data scans the surroundings of Commander Farooq's quarters, his eyes fall on a picture of Captain Long and Commander Farooq.
"Will you find her? Will I ever see her again?" Data presses.
"I don't know. We've been looking for over two years," Farooq answers. "I hope so."
Rahim notes the look of sadness in the android's strange yellow eyes.
"Mindy was a good friend," Farooq admits.
"She was special to me," Data replies strangely.
Several days later, a hearing is scheduled regarding Commander Maddox's behaviour and treatment of Data.
The majority of the information about the conditions Data has been subjected to are not introduced as evidence. Starfleet deems them unimportant. Data is not permitted to give testimony, nor is he allowed to attend the hearing.
Maddox successfully convinces the panel that Data is incapable of feeling and thus his actions could not have harmed this machine in any way.
The panel agrees and Data feels hurt in a way he cannot describe.
But the panel also finds Maddox's methods to be at the boundary of what Starfleet considers acceptable. The question of Data's sentience is avoided. The panel does not wish to weigh in.
However, Data will not be returned to Maddox or Starfleet Cybernetics. Data is free to go wherever he chooses.
Data dines that evening as a guest of Admiral Farooq along with several other high-ranking Starfleet officials. They are delighted by Data, his curious nature, and his ability to play the violin.
Maddox will not be punished. He is reassigned to the Cybernetics lab on Starbase 8. His requests for additional lab space and personnel are denied.
Maddox returns to his lab and trashes it in a fit of rage. Slamming his fists on the cold, steel exam table he breaks down into tears and curses the android that has set his research back. Maddox vows revenge.
Data was his best hope for building functioning androids, and now that disobedient machine had ruined the opportunity.
Maddox will move on—but he will never forget.
Less than a year later, Data applies to Starfleet academy. He is the highest performing applicant of the most recent batch of Starfleet hopefuls—tying for highest ever.
When Data arrives for his final application interview with a board of Starfleet Academy personnel, he is initially mortified by the presence of Commander Maddox.
Maddox is on a short sabbatical teaching at Starfleet Academy for a few months before returning to his punishment posting at the outskirts of the Alpha quadrant.
"He doesn't qualify, he is a machine," Maddox insists.
Much to his dismay, Maddox is the lone 'no' vote as the rest of the entrance board find Data to be an exemplary applicant.
Data has done his best during the testing process to endear himself to the other applicants and board members with his kind-hearted nature. Drawing inspiration from the fictional characters he has come to admire, Data focuses on treating others with kindness and respect—and hopes he will receive such treatment in kind.
Six weeks later, Admiral Farooq helps Data move into his dormitory on campus. The Admiral is much like a giddy father saying farewell to his son—helping Data choose a wardrobe and furniture and offering advice on everything from classes and clubs to the annual Sadie Hawkins Dance.
"Don't be a stranger. Come to me with anything, do you understand?" Farooq asks.
Data nods.
"Excellent. I'll see you after your first week for dinner. I want to hear all about it!"
In spite of all he has endured, Data feels remarkably lucky. He now has two friends.
Present
Tasha and Geordi sat with Data. His rocking had slowed, and he finally opened his eyes. For the last minute, he had been staring at the grass.
Geordi was about to radio for Engineering to send down a more sophisticated scanning kit, when Data gave both of their hands a small squeeze.
"Data?" Tasha asked.
"I am here," he said softly.
Geordi let out a long, low whistle in relief.
"You had us both pretty worried there, buddy," Geordi said.
"I am sorry I have caused you both concern," Data apologised.
"Data you don't have to apologise for anything," Geordi said firmly.
Tasha brushed Data's hair back from his face, tucking a strand behind his ear.
"We're worried about you because we love you. Do you want to talk about what happened?"
"Not at this time," Data replied in a distant voice.
"I think it might be a good idea to talk with Counsellor Troi, Data," Geordi suggested.
Data nodded in agreement.
"Yes, Geordi. I believe that is an excellent suggestion," Data said concurring with Geordi's recommendation.
Suddenly, Tasha's combadge pinged. Riker's voice rang out.
"Lieutenant, are you just about finished with your initial scan?"
"Nearly there, sir," Tasha responded.
"As soon as you're done, meet up with Commander Data and Lieutenant Worf. I want you three to take a look at the accommodations the Edo have offered us," Riker ordered.
"Understood, Sir," Tasha acknowledged.
"Are you okay to continue, Data? We can beam you back to the Enterprise if needed. I can go with you," Geordi offered.
"Thank you, Geordi. I will be fine to carry on my duties," Data said.
Geordi could sense a change in Data's posture. He was beginning to relax and Geordi suspected Data wanted a moment alone with Tasha.
"Okay, Data. If you want to talk, I'm just a ping away," Geordi said as he tapped his combadge.
He nodded to the pair. Geordi made his way out of the garden back to the main building where he had been examining the Edo's energy source before Tasha's urgent hail.
As soon as Geordi was gone, Data pulled Tasha into an embrace.
His grip was tight, desperate almost for something to cling to as he held Tasha close. Data needed to know she was there. He needed to know she was real.
"I'm right here," Tasha whispered. "And I'm not going anywhere."
An hour later, the team had completed their scan of the accommodations the Edo offered. There were similar facilities across the planet in various Edo colonies that were more than sufficient for the Enterprise crew.
Tasha and Commander Riker compiled a list. They determined it would be best for the crew to spread out so as not to tax the resources of any particular area. The Edo had many resorts to accommodate the crew and shuttles that would see them safely across the planet.
Riker would put the information together and create a sign-up where crew members could select their preferences.
They met up with the rest of the away team outside of the main building and prepared to beam back aboard the Enterprise.
Upon their return, there was a small crowd of the Edo that had gathered. Word of their arrival had spread quickly across the planet and the Edo were curious to greet the visitors.
Tasha spotted two Edo eyeing Data off to the side. When they made a move toward him, she stepped in between.
With a wide smile, she held out her hand to greet them.
"Health and happiness to you," Tasha said, copying their greeting as she extended her right hand.
The pair were friendly enough, but a little dejected that they couldn't get an up-close and personal look at Data.
Tasha bid them farewell and turned to Data.
"Time to go, Commander," Tasha said.
She grabbed his arm and discreetly shuffled him over their departure spot.
Data felt a welcome sensation of relief as their energy signatures rematerialised on the transporter pad.
"Welcome back," Chief O'Brien greeted them as they stepped off the pad.
"Thanks, Chief," Riker said with a nod.
"Is it really as beautiful as they say?" O'Brien asked.
"That, and more," Geordi said.
The away team joined Captain Picard on the Observation Lounge where they provided him with a short debrief on their findings.
Security would finalise their report in the morning, and Commander Riker would draw up the treaty of agreement for shore leave with the Edo. It was standard procedure for any Starfleet use of a planet and outlined Starfleet's willingness to abide by the laws and customs of the world on which they were visiting.
The Edo were technologically sophisticated. They had limited warp capabilities, but no desire for startravel—not that the crew blamed them. The Edo planet was a pristine Eden. Why would they want to go anywhere else?
Picard explained they would send another away team back in the morning to finalise their agreement with the Edo and then shore leave could begin.
He dismissed his officers and then scurried out of the Observation Lounge to prepare for their upcoming leave.
On the way out, Data caught Counsellor Troi in the corridor.
"Counsellor, I desperately need to speak with you," Data said.
There was an urgency in his request and Deanna could sense strong feelings of a deeply repressed hurt coming off him. Deanna noted the strange look on his face.
"Are you alright, Data?"
"No, Counsellor. I am not. But I believe with your help I can be," Data replied.
Tasha had noticed Data's beeline for the Counsellor and was relieved to see them speaking.
"I'll be in my quarters if you… well, you know where to find me," Tasha said reassuring Data that she would be there when he was done speaking with Counsellor Troi.
Data reached out and grabbed for her arm.
"Tasha, wait."
Tasha stopped and turned back to the pair.
"I would like you to come with me," Data said.
When they reached Counsellor Troi's office, she motioned for them to take a seat on the sofa. Deanna slipped into the seat across from them.
"What's going on Data?"
"Earlier today when we encountered the Edo, they were quite interested in my physical makeup," Data explained.
He glanced down at his feet and took a breath before looking back up at Counsellor Troi.
"It caused memories to surface from a time that was difficult for me," Data said.
"A traumatic memory?" Counsellor Troi inquired.
"Several. Many," Data said, correcting himself. "They are my earliest memories of my initial relationship with Starfleet."
He gripped Tasha's hand for support.
"After my activation, I spent ten weeks aboard the USS Tripoli. These were mostly pleasant memories. After I left the Tripoli, I encountered people that saw me only as a machine rather than a sentient lifeform," Data shared.
"I am sensing there's more. More that bothers you, and has for some time," Deanna said.
Data nodded.
"I do not like being treated that way. Objectified."
Data paused.
"There… there was a researcher that subjected me to many experiments without my consent. I would describe them as painful and humiliating," Data said darkly.
Tasha grimaced as Data divulged the pain of his experience at the hands of Starfleet's science division.
"Earlier you said 1,213 days. Was that… was that how long they—"
Tasha couldn't finish the sentence. She was horrified.
"If you are inquiring if that is the length of time that I was subjected to these experiments, the answer is no," Data said.
Tasha breathed a sigh of relief.
"1,213 days, seventeen hours, forty-four minutes, and nine seconds is the length of time I was held in a storage crate between experiments," Data said.
Tasha stared back at him. Her mouth was slightly ajar, unsure of what to say. She was aghast that Data had experienced such treatment.
She wanted to hold Data and give him all the love assurance in the universe that he was loved.
But she didn't need to say it.
He knew.
Data turned back to Counsellor Troi.
"I do not expect us to discuss this in depth today, but I would like to set up a time to do so after our shore leave."
Counsellor Troi nodded in agreement.
"I think that is an excellent idea, Data."
"Thank you, Counsellor," Data said, grateful for her understanding.
"Data, can I ask you a question? Are you nervous this might happen again down on the planet?" Deanna asked as she sensed Data was still cautious.
"Yes," Data replied honestly.
"How will you respond if it happens again?" Deanna questioned.
The Edo were an open people. They had little reservations when it came to personal space. They were affectionate and held little regard for modesty. Physical intimacy and touch were simply a part of their culture.
"Are you referring to coping mechanisms, Counsellor?" Data asked.
"Yes."
Data contemplated her query. Before he could answer, Tasha stepped in.
"I noticed you were singing earlier, Data. Was there something special about that song?" Tasha asked.
Data accessed his memory engrams from earlier in the day.
"Ah, yes," he said as realisation hit him.
He hadn't noticed in the moment, but Tasha was correct. He had been singing. It was the same song Data had fallen back on for comfort so many times in the dark solitude of that crate.
"It is a song that provided comforting memories for me during a time of—"
Data paused as he tried to find a word to accurately describe the situation.
"Misery."
"Data, I think it may be a good idea if I were to skip the climb with Worf. We can head out on our own and spend the day wherever you want," Tasha suggested.
"No, Tasha. I would greatly desire that you do not break your scheduled climb with Worf," Data said, suddenly serious.
Deanna could sense there was something Data was hiding, but he beat her to the punch.
"I would like to spend several hours with Geordi during leave. Please. This is important to me," Data insisted.
Tasha smiled. She understood perfectly.
"Why didn't you just say so?" Tasha teased.
"I think you both spending some time with friends sounds like an excellent use of your shore leave," Deanna said.
Data nodded and stood up, pulling Tasha along with him.
"Thank you for listening, Counsellor," Data acknowledged.
"I'm always here, Data," she assured him.
Deanna stood up and reached out to Data. Taking hold of his hands, she smiled.
"Data I am sorry that you had to experience that. But I want you to know that I think you are quite brave to talk about it. Thank you for sharing it with us."
Tasha held Data's hand all the way to the turbolift.
She didn't care who saw.
She wasn't going to let go of him.
Once they stepped on to the lift, Tasha ordered the lift to take them to her deck.
"Unless you would rather go to your quarters?" she added quickly, kicking herself for not thinking of Data's needs first.
"Computer, halt," Data ordered.
The turbolift ground to a halt. Tasha turned to Data and waited for Data to speak.
"I am feeling like this is a time for friends. Would you accompany me to Ten Forward?" Data requested.
"Yeah." Tasha smiled. "That sounds great."
Data brought Tasha's hand to his lips. His kiss was tender.
"Computer, Deck 10," Tasha instructed.
Ten Forward was bustling with excitement. The thrill of the upcoming shore leave had breathed new life into the crew.
Knowing they were in for some R & R, it seemed like many of the Alpha rotation had chosen to spend the night out with friends.
Data and Tasha stepped into the lounge hand in hand. Scanning the room, Data realised there were no open tables.
"We could grab dinner at the lounge on Deck 3?" Tasha suggested.
From across the room, Keiko spotted Data and waved to him.
"This way," he said, leading Tasha over to a table with Keiko and Chief O'Brien.
"Hi Data!" Keiko said brightly as she greeted the pair.
"Chief. Professor," Tasha said, nodding to them both as she slid into a chair next to Miles.
"Tasha, this is Keiko Ishikawa," Miles said as he turned to Keiko with a rare smile. "And Keiko, this is Tasha Yar."
"Pleasure to meet you," Keiko said to Tasha.
"Likewise." Tasha nodded.
She had heard Data talk about Keiko before but had never had the pleasure.
"I will obtain liquid refreshments. Keiko, Chief? Is there anything you would like?" Data asked politely.
Keiko and Miles both indicated they were fine for the moment. Data left to procure drinks for himself and Tasha at the bar, leaving her alone with the couple.
"Lieutenant—" Keiko started to say but Tasha cut her off.
"Tasha, please."
"Tasha." Keiko nodded. "If you don't mind my asking, has Data been okay lately? We usually see him at the Arboretum pretty regularly, but he hasn't been around much—especially the last few months."
Tasha bit back a grin. She knew full well what had occupied much of Data's time.
"I dinnae say a word," Miles said defensively before taking a long gulp from his pint.
Keiko looked from Tasha to Miles and then back to Tasha.
A knowing smile crept onto her face.
"Then the rumours are true?" Keiko asked.
"Word really does get around," Tasha said dryly.
Miles shifted uncomfortably.
"What?" he said as he shrugged at Keiko. "I dinnae say a word!"
"I know, Chief. It's my nosy Security team that's put in the legwork on that one," Tasha explained.
"Don't fret it. Not like we've got much room to talk," Keiko said as she cast a glance at Miles.
"Chief," Tasha said playfully as she gave O'Brien a light punch on the shoulder.
"What?" he asked.
"Well," Tasha said coyly.
She tipped her head to the side, intentionally dragging out the joke.
"I mean, Keiko you're a lot prettier than someone I would have suspected to get lured in by this old relic," Tasha teased.
"Hey now!" Miles replied with faux outrage.
He'd taken his fair share of ribbing about the fact he was the team's resident 'old man.' He was closer in age to Captain Picard and Doctor Crusher—and easily had a decade on most of the other senior officers.
"Actually, we have Data to thank for that. He introduced me to Miles," Keiko explained.
Miles nodded in agreement.
"How did he say it? 'I have calculated an 86.23% chance that your personalities are compatible for forming an intimate human relationship'," Keiko said mustering her best impersonation of Data.
Tasha laughed.
"That sounds like Data."
"It's been really hard as a civilian. I didn't know anyone when I first came aboard. Data's been such a good friend," Keiko said.
Both Miles and Keiko noticed Tasha's expression change at Keiko's words. Sure, she was having a good time. But when Keiko said Data had been a 'good friend' it was as if something in Tasha's eyes sparked.
It made Tasha feel so good to hear people talk about Data like that—not only like he was another person, but to truly see Data for who he was.
Data returned a moment later and set a tumbler of whisky in front of Tasha.
"What are we discussing?" Data asked as he resumed his seat.
"I was just telling Tasha about how you introduced me to Miles."
"Ah! And is it going well?" Data inquired.
"So far, so good," Keiko smiled as she took Miles's hand.
Data observed the two with delight.
"That is most excellent," Data said.
"Well, we'll see if you think that after you're stuck with me for three days," Miles quipped.
Keiko rolled her eyes.
"What part of the planet are you heading to?" Tasha inquired.
"We're going to the Edo village to the East of the main colony. It sounds like that's where most of their farming infrastructure is. And there's a small retreat nearby," Keiko explained.
She was happiest with her hands in the dirt and had been thrilled when Miles had agreed to go with her.
"There aren't many of the crew headed that direction, so we're looking forward to some time on our own," Miles added.
"Ah! Alone time. For the purpose of coupling?" Data asked brightly as he sat up in his chair.
All three heads snapped back to Data at once. Miles's eyebrows practically shot through the hull.
Data looked between Tasha and friends and realised he had committed a social faux pas.
Miles looked shocked with embarrassment, Keiko's face flushed, and Tasha's eyes had gone wide.
"Data, you don't just ask people that!" she said.
Under the table, she gripped his knee in a manner she hoped indicated that she was not angry—just stunned by his forwardness.
"I am sorry if I have caused you embarrassment," Data said apologetically.
Miles cleared his throat.
"It's alright, Commander," Miles assured him.
An hour later, Data and Tasha bid Keiko and Miles goodnight. They made their way back to Data's quarters. Tasha took a brief shower and then changed into an undershirt and comfortable pair of sleep shorts.
When she stepped into the bedroom, she found Data already on the bed, reading an old-fashioned paperback book. She slipped in next to him nestled into a soft pillow.
Data set his book down and ordered the computer to dim the lights.
Tasha thought she was just about asleep when she heard Data in her ear.
"Tasha?"
"Mmmm," she said as she jolted.
Data put his hand on her back.
"Don't get up."
"Too late," she replied without opening her eyes.
Tasha groaned and stretched.
"Is coupling not the purpose of shore leave?" Data whispered, alarmed.
"What?" Tasha asked as she tried to understand his question.
It was far too late. And she was much too tired.
"Is coupling not the purpose of shore leave?" Data asked again—this time with increased urgency.
Tasha rolled over to look at Data face-to-face.
"Data, what are you talking about?" she asked.
"It is my understanding that most couples spend their shore leave with one another. Intimately."
Tasha blinked, confused.
"Intimacy. Coupling. Lovemaking. Fornication. Carnal knowledge. Mating," Data said in an attempt to clarify.
"I'm familiar with the act," Tasha said dryly.
"Dipping the stinger in the honey," Data babbled on.
"Don't ever call it that," Tasha warned.
Data stopped.
"I am sorry," he said immediately.
Tasha flopped down against Data's chest and nuzzled against him. She snaked her arms around Data and was pleased when she felt him relax.
"S' fine, Data. Why do you ask?"
"After our conversation with Chief O'Brien and Keiko, I have begun to second guess my understanding of shore leave," Data confessed.
Tasha now understood.
"I just meant that most people don't talk about their sex lives casually like that. At least not in that kind of setting," Tasha explained.
"Oh," Data said, slightly dejected.
There was a brief pause. Data could feel Tasha was beginning to drift back to sleep. He had to get clarification before she was out.
"So, to confirm, coupling is the purpose of shore leave? Or at the very least features prominently?" Data pressed.
Tasha sighed and pulled away from him. She let her eyes adjust to the dark for a moment as she took in the eager curiosity that was etched on his features.
"You've planned to spend most of our time in bed?"
Data opened his mouth to protest. He hadn't planned for just a bed.
"I mean you intend to spend most of our shore leave… intimately?" Tasha inquired.
Data looked up sheepishly.
"It occupies a significant portion of the itinerary."
Tasha fell back against the bed in a fit of laughter.
"My intention was not for this to be humorous," Data said, confused by her reaction.
Tasha pulled him close and continued to laugh.
"Tasha? Tasha, why are you giggling?" Data asked.
Tasha rolled on top of Data and pushed herself up on her hands. She grinned as she stared down at him.
"You're really cute when you get like this," she said as she tucked an errant strand of hair behind his ear.
Data looked at her quizzically. He frowned.
"You keep saying that. But my intention is to not make you laugh. My intention is to impress you."
"You always impress me," Tasha replied honestly.
She was delighted at the small, sharp intake of breath that escaped from Data's throat.
Data's eyes lit up and the left side of his mouth curled upward into a smile as stared up at Tasha.
She placed a kiss chaste kiss on lips before rolling off him. Tasha spooned up next to Data, clutching her pillow.
"Now go to sleep," she said. "We've got to be up in, what, six hours?"
"Two hours, nine minutes, and eighteen seconds," Data answered.
Tasha's eyes snapped open as she realised what had occurred. She only thought she had been drifting off to sleep.
"Data, have you been lying awake thinking about this all night?" Tasha asked.
"Perhaps," he said as he curled up behind her. Data threw an arm over Tasha's waist, pulling her flush against him.
"Better hope you aren't too tired tomorrow," Tasha teased.
"But you know that I do not require—"
He stopped as he realised Tasha was teasing him.
"I assure you, I will be fine. You had better hope you can keep up, Lieutenant," Data said, flipping Tasha's own statement back on her.
"Data!" she said with mock indignation at his comment.
In truth, Tasha was impressed. Her sense of humour was rubbing off on Data and she enjoyed watching him experiment with it.
"Go to bed, Tasha," Data replied sternly.
He tugged her close. Tasha could feel his breath against her neck.
"That's an order," he growled before placing a kiss behind her ear.