Commander Data Soong

Actress Denise Crosby posing nude for Playboy in 1979. Presented as a parody of a Topps Star Trek: The Motion Picture movie trading card with the bunny logo replacing the Enterprise.

Denise Crosby, Topps Star Trek: The Motion Picture style.

It is an opportunity to study them from new angles that I cannot otherwise see when engaged in intercourse with them.

The way their thighs tense, toes curl, the muscle in their shoulders and back rippling, the pleasant motion of a callipygian backside...

Perhaps a live painting study is in order.

... There was a singular moment when human sexuality became largely understood to me. I have never been able to quite recapture the sensations of that virus in subsequent attempts at intercourse.

Being seen as a sexual partner, capable of pleasure and pleasuring, was profoundly fulfilling.

Data.

Some append "Soong" as my last name, but I am unsure if I have the right to claim familial heritage this way.

It is curious, since I have yet to meet any other being named Data that may be confused for me that a surname would be wholly necessary.

Though I do not require any sustenance, I do have to replenish the levels of biofluid within my systems from time to time.

It is less disturbing to others if I fashion this bolus as a cup of tea or coffee, whatever the local custom may be, when I am in public.

You forget, begging does not work on me.

However, I have just the instrument to satisfy your oral fixation. Open wide, pet...

Commander Data sits at a table in 10 forward, underlighting from the table bouncing off his glittery face as the main source of light in the dimly lit shot. His sits with his hands clasped in front of him politely, looking off to the left with a neutral, but interested expression to something off screen.

I will have the Tamarian Sunset, please. And a bowl of water for my pet, here. Thank you.

Please remain under the table and quiet as to not disturb the other patrons while you work. Perhaps, if you perform adequately in your role, I will order you something special from the replicator, Precious.

/ can confirm I got suckered into some weird shit without knowing who this dude was. Nuked his old account so I can't go back and peep the DMs, but my impression is that it was pretty wooden and uninspired by ERP standards, anways

Chief, might I advise you, that much exposed skin around deep fryers poses a significant burn risk.

Though I must say that your rear profile is strangely aesthetically pleasing when viewed from the counter...

Carry on.

A sign in the style of the Zohran Mamdami campaign in Orange and red letters on a cobalt background saying "Fully Functional for Multiple Techniques"

My promise to you:

I look forward to reading Dr. Crusher's groundbreaking paper on "Seasonally-induced Trench Foot" in the Federation Medical Journal.

Statistically unlikely, but fascinating in its ability to motivate in the absence of any veracity.

Of that, you would have my gratitude. Though what I bring is surely valuable information on the Federation that would put my friends in danger.

Respectfully, I must decline, though your admiration is appreciated.

It is unfortunate, that I still see part of her in you...

And what guarantees could you grant that I would not be disassembled and studied for the benefit of the Empire?

At least my autonomy is settled law within the Federation. I do not see many benefits to defection, as it stands.

My loyalties to the federation cannot be swayed with mere temptations of the flesh.

Was my older brother not enough for the Empire?

It is most unfortunate that we remain on opposing sides.

Tenacity of the organic spirit is something I have often admired.

Oh? Seems you share many qualities with her, then.

Be mindful not to cut yourself on the edges, however.

Such an inheritance ought to be treasured.

... Not my finest moment.

*for a moment, Data stays rooted to the spot, trying to deduce the malfunction in Lore. But no solutions fit the symptoms*

That should not be possible...

*He utters sotto voce, lips parted in awe. It occurs to him that there may be forces here beyond his understanding.*

Please, let me help you.

Correct. Then I suppose we are at an impasse, and I will have no choice but to assume you have hostile intentions.

I regret that our relationship has come to this mutual level of mistrust.

*His hand hovers over his badge weighing fight or flight*

A wise precaution, given our history.

But I do not wish for it to be our future, either. I would much rather have a brother than an adversary.

What is the reason for your sudden re-appearance, truly?

*His tone brooks no argument, but the slight shift of his eyes speak of a certain sadness*

Perhaps a combination of both activities then? I will attend one of your classes, and then escort you to dinner?

I have been told I am an above-average cook, if you wish to have a more private venue than Ten Forward.

*Crunching probabilities, there's a dawning thought he might be blowing this*

*his stare hardens somewhat*

You do not 'just feel like' visiting unless there is an ulterior motive. Our last three encounters you have utilized our kinship for your own gain. I find your presence inherently suspicious, brother.

*His hand reaches for his phaser, but stills. A concession*

Coming from the ostensible 'evil twin' for Commander Kira, I am unsure if this is intended to be a compliment.

*he stands firm, unyielding, but the small twitch to his hand telegraphs his underlying unease.*

I am pleased to see you are well, but I am unsure why you have chosen now to return. I can only deduce you are in need of something.

Hello, brother.

I take it you have once again grown weary of your duties leading the Ex-Borg and have turned to others for amusement, now?

Inquiry: will the semi-mythic 'Baja Blast' be available? Or perhaps the... 'naked chicken chalupa'?

... I do not know why the chicken had to be specified as naked.

- A slight smirk overtakes that expressionless face.*

Turn around and let me see what masterpiece I have painted on your skin, my pet.

*An imperceptible twitch in his hands telegraphs to anyone tuned in to see that he is just at the edge of composure.*

*Pearlescent hands input his override access codes before the door glides open to reveal his charge, slightly trembling, but exactly as ordered. Something switches in his subroutines. A mask falls over his body, both loose and sharp all at the same time. -