"There has been great debate for centuries over the differences between the automated production of entertainment via computers and the original art of living minds... I merely wish to ascertain that what I create solidly falls into the la-"Data cut off abruptly. The transfer had just completed. He stared blankly at the clutter on the table before him and, with no explanation for it, replayed the last few moments of his memory logs. "Violin concerto? Ah, a musical composition for a solo violin or violins accompanied by an orchestra."
Out of habit, Data searched through his mind for an example and came back with nothing... or, more specifically, empty folders where something should be. An attempt to trace the location of these files only came back with the realization that there were several memory files missing too, ones he presumed included any examples of violin concertos, whatever those were outside of their dictionary definition.
Point three seconds more searching produced a single instructional note, presumably left by himself - 'attempt an original composition'. That, at least, explained the padds and traditional sheets of paper and, golden eyes moving over the table, studying each detail, he could only presume that his missing files were in the server sitting there amongst the controlled muddle.
Data's shoulders slumped and he set down the pen he had not been able to remember he was holding. "Geordi, I presume I asked you to supervise whatever it was I was attempting. Please reverse the process. I no longer remember what I was meant to be creating."
