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Star Trek › The Next Generation
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,810
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Anterieur
Stardate: 41734.0, 2364 A.D. (End Season One)
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Data’s consciousness was one of sustained capability, of unwavering utility. Ceaselessly, his inner monologue undertook the task of social integration, of performance, and of edification. What other purpose? To what other end could an individual exist? Far be it from the android to remark on the wearisome nature of the passage of time—But his perception thereof was remarkably incompatible with human constructs of temporal measurement. Thusly his tenure on the Enterprise’s bridge could sometimes hold little importance against the subtle curiousities of a day’s communication—As yet, nothing could so consistently snatch his attention but the very fiber of interaction.
True as this was of Lt. Cmdr Data, investments of social ‘attention’ could be sparse. Despite the precision of his memory, weeks spent on shift unrequiring of rest were liable to run into long, indefinite periods of cognition. Perhaps to the detriment of his perceptions was his tendency to value the anomalous occasions- punctuations in life, benchmarks of sociality.
It was perhaps this proclivity of the Enterprise’s Comm. Officer that allowed him to place interest, somewhat selectively, in other individuals.
This ‘social interest’ had occurred in the case of Geordi in casual friendship.
… More wracking, more wicked than some, were his thoughts of Tasha—the young woman with the terse sense of determination.
The tryst that she had initiated in the dark of her bedroom had come to mean regular hiccups in his system, the one of a trillion transitory processes that seemed to recur-- a name spoken quietly in the dark. Precise recollections could bloom in the space between seconds—
Of her weighted gaze below him;
Her curious wiggling beneath his frame as he handled her,
Her hot breath on his skin as soon, he got it all right, and she was in lust for him.
…
For all his encyclopedic vocabulary, for all his veritable brilliance, Data had never found an apt description for what it was to hold her disused holo-emitter in his hand. His keepsake’s ability to summon her physical likeness was unimportant in light of his precise memory—rather, this emitter was a manifestation of her intent. Tasha Yar, and what she had to say about being gone.
What had Data to say about it? About her being gone?
….
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Data’s consciousness was one of sustained capability, of unwavering utility. Ceaselessly, his inner monologue undertook the task of social integration, of performance, and of edification. What other purpose? To what other end could an individual exist? Far be it from the android to remark on the wearisome nature of the passage of time—But his perception thereof was remarkably incompatible with human constructs of temporal measurement. Thusly his tenure on the Enterprise’s bridge could sometimes hold little importance against the subtle curiousities of a day’s communication—As yet, nothing could so consistently snatch his attention but the very fiber of interaction.
True as this was of Lt. Cmdr Data, investments of social ‘attention’ could be sparse. Despite the precision of his memory, weeks spent on shift unrequiring of rest were liable to run into long, indefinite periods of cognition. Perhaps to the detriment of his perceptions was his tendency to value the anomalous occasions- punctuations in life, benchmarks of sociality.
It was perhaps this proclivity of the Enterprise’s Comm. Officer that allowed him to place interest, somewhat selectively, in other individuals.
This ‘social interest’ had occurred in the case of Geordi in casual friendship.
… More wracking, more wicked than some, were his thoughts of Tasha—the young woman with the terse sense of determination.
The tryst that she had initiated in the dark of her bedroom had come to mean regular hiccups in his system, the one of a trillion transitory processes that seemed to recur-- a name spoken quietly in the dark. Precise recollections could bloom in the space between seconds—
Of her weighted gaze below him;
Her curious wiggling beneath his frame as he handled her,
Her hot breath on his skin as soon, he got it all right, and she was in lust for him.
…
For all his encyclopedic vocabulary, for all his veritable brilliance, Data had never found an apt description for what it was to hold her disused holo-emitter in his hand. His keepsake’s ability to summon her physical likeness was unimportant in light of his precise memory—rather, this emitter was a manifestation of her intent. Tasha Yar, and what she had to say about being gone.
What had Data to say about it? About her being gone?
….