[ltcomdrdata]

ltccomdrdata  -    a writing blog exploring the themes of acceptance,   found family,   friendship,   humanity,   becoming human,   autonomy,   android rights,   love,   companionship,   creativity,   and of course,   space exploration.

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this is a private, selective, and mutuals only blog. you must be following to engage in any interaction beyond sending asks.

shipping is rare and both parties must be above 18. this includes muns and muses.

duplicate friendly! crossover and oc friendly.

hate will not be tolerate here. if you are found to be racist or phobic of any kind you will be blocked.

I do not really like star trek nemesis so i may not consider much of what happened canon to the blog. I have also not seen Picard. Currently in the midst of a tng rewatch

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Robin wasn’t normally one to sleep in, even on her days off she didn’t really sleep in, it was just something that she never really could seem to do, wanting to get the most out of her day, that’s why when she woke up and looked at her clock she realized that she was late for shift, or at least she should have been, her combadge hadn’t even chirped to life to ensure she was alright. Hurrying into her uniform and then quickly stepping into the corridor of the Enterprise she quickly found another strange sight, she couldn’t hear or see anyone, even though the corridor was normally one of the busiest on the ship. As Robin continued to wander around the apparently deserted ship she was starting to get worried. Eventually after about thirty minutes of searching for anyone and not finding anybody she was about to give up hope when she heard footfalls which soon she soon found out the only other person that she had seen since her strange da had begun, Commander Data.

“Commander, aren’t I glad to see you, I can’t find anyone anywhere, even in main Engineering.” She stated, a hinted ton of worry in her voice. She had no idea what was going on but was at least glad that she wasn’t alone anymore.

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it didn’t seem as if anyone was on the ship.   first thought that came to mind was if this was Q’s doing.   it wasn’t beyond Q to pop in and cause chaos for the sake of causing it.   it was in fact unlike Q to make an appearance.   But Data had searched the bridge and all over the ship and it seemed as if the ship was deserted.   without more Data,   there was no hypothesis to be made.   he held no answered but at least he had come across someone else.   so it wasn’t entirely deserted.

❝   we will have to continue the search to see if we can find others.   it is likely that you and I are the only one’s here.   however we cannot run an entire starship with simply the two of us.   not without help from the computer.   ❞    a skeleton crew was fine,   but simply the two of them was out of the question.

❝   we shall maintain contact at all times via our comm badge if we must split up.  ❞

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❝   I prefer national cat day.   the world must see how cute Spot is.  ❞

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❝   you manage to imitate humans so well. I believe you do it much better than I do.   ❞    he looks towards @fateprotected​.    ❝   I do wish I was as skilled as you are.   you even seem to grasp the concept of humor.   ❞    ->   starter call

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“An android?” She asked, a little stunned by the revelation, “what is that?” The word held no meaning for her, she wasn’t sure if that was because she simply wasn’t smart enough to understand it, or if it was a sky thing. With that thought, her eyes flickered up to the now night sky, stars painted across it, the arm of the milky way visible in all its glory, untainted by light pollution. While Feng Wu might not know technology, she was not a complete idiot, she was capable of simple maths. Man falls from sky in strange thing.

He’s probably going to have some strange things to say, right?

The fact that this wasn’t the strangest thing she had heard this week, really put into some perspective how utterly weird her life had been getting lately. “You really picked a hell of a place to land.” Though she doubted that he had picked it, the whole, destruction thing generally did  not go hand in hand with planning. “Or crash, I mean, it doesn’t look very…” she waved her hand at the mess of bamboo trees and metal. “Organised.”

No, landings were very organised affairs herself. She knew that one.

“Um, do you have a name, I’m Feng Wu…”

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❝   I am called Data.  ❞    he is brushing the dust from his uniform.   the shuttle is now a mess of parts which he turned to survey.   his sensors are scanning the wreckage and he notes the parts that are salvageable.   catalogs them for later use.   attention now turns to the woman speaking to him.   he recalled the computer data from the ship’s library.   the civilization he was sent to survey was a post warp society that strangely seemed to be in a new dark age.   as if all knowledge of technology was wiped from society.   it was strange and now that he was engaging in conversation first contact logically seemed to apply here.   he can’t say too much and jeopardize the evolution of their society.

he thinks:   what would commander Riker do?   What would captain Picard do?

❝    strange as it is,   you do not need to worry.   I shall be gone soon.   perhaps you should return to your village.   ❞    he tried to see if he could persuade her to simply leave the area.   if she did,   he could simply contact the Enterprise and beam up.    they could retrieve the wreckage later.   the prime directive was highly important.    not following it could end his entire career.   he would act as if it applied and leave further decision making to captain Picard.

all of this hinged on if she would simply leave.   there is a possibility that she wouldn’t.   he is already devising a plan for that.    ❝   there is nothing of interest here.  and I am just a simple android.   nothing special.   ❞    a blatant lie.    ❝   this area is dangerous. it is advisable to return home.  ❞

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❝   sir?   ❞   he inquired,   yellow eyes turned to look at @moonshadowed​,   head canted to the side.    ❝   do you think I babble?  ❞   often,  he was told that he babbled or spoke to much    -------    but there was a myriad of information he felt he had to deliver.    ❝   would you prefer I spoke less,  sir?   ❞     ->   starter call

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lykaiia​:

     She wrinkles her nose, wondering if Spot will bristle and hiss like one of the last cats she met. “What was wrong with the first four?”

❝   there nothing nutritionally wrong with them.   however,   she simply seems to prefer number 5.  ❞

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❝   this is Spot.   she like chin scratches and feline supplement number five.  ❞   ->   open

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[moonshadowed]

“His name’s Porthos,” he introduces. “Go on and pet him, if you want. Just… don’t give him any cheese.”

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❝   is there a reason that he would ever eat supplement number 423?   ❞    he asks,   reaching down to give the beagle a gentle scratch behind the ear as he’d seen done so often in movies.   careful pressure applied so as not to harm the canine, and make it enjoyable.   Data can feel the sensation of the fur,   interprets it as softness,   but it is only a simulation.   he does derive pleasure from the touch,   but he finds himself puzzled as to why it is not the same as when he pets Spot.

he does not say this.   ❝   I have heard that it is most important to ensure good nutrition.   Porthos should only consume one of the 23 canine supplements.   ❞