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Welcome to the Human Race
She was starting to lose her patience with this ongoing conference. 30 admirals and scientists and all of them exacting. And paranoid! Yes, she appreciated caution, but - for heaven's sake! Lal was a miracle, not a threat. She sighed. Okay, she was both.
Tasha turned that stone over her mind again. If pressed, she could still tell you how much a Soong-type android could push, bend, or endure. It had been her job at one point in time to know every security function on this ship - and that had only expanded now that she sat at Ops. All of it was missing the point. Data had been...Data. Sweet, silly, smart...The best human she ever met. Tasha would gladly knock the teeth out of anyone who argued that.
Oh! And there had been so much reigning her fist in this week! She didn't want to watch yet another cybernetic expert pour over his remains again...mutter promising signs...or glower...
Data was dead. Had been for over a year now, and there wasn't a day where she didn't hate that fact.
Instead, she spent her time "guarding" the conference's success story: Lal. Lal was a new android based in part off what they had been able to salvage from Data's postitronic matrix. Whether it was some leftover algorithm or just because Tasha refused to talk to Lal like a science project, the days old android had latched onto her. She found herself trying very hard not to latch back. After all, what in name of whatever-you-wanted-to-name did she have to offer someone that came hardwired to know or learn everything?
After yet another double shift, she wasn't about to ponder that. A shower and a hot meal beckoned to her tired mind. Maybe after that she'd go check in on Lal before bed.
Tasha turned that stone over her mind again. If pressed, she could still tell you how much a Soong-type android could push, bend, or endure. It had been her job at one point in time to know every security function on this ship - and that had only expanded now that she sat at Ops. All of it was missing the point. Data had been...Data. Sweet, silly, smart...The best human she ever met. Tasha would gladly knock the teeth out of anyone who argued that.
Oh! And there had been so much reigning her fist in this week! She didn't want to watch yet another cybernetic expert pour over his remains again...mutter promising signs...or glower...
Data was dead. Had been for over a year now, and there wasn't a day where she didn't hate that fact.
Instead, she spent her time "guarding" the conference's success story: Lal. Lal was a new android based in part off what they had been able to salvage from Data's postitronic matrix. Whether it was some leftover algorithm or just because Tasha refused to talk to Lal like a science project, the days old android had latched onto her. She found herself trying very hard not to latch back. After all, what in name of whatever-you-wanted-to-name did she have to offer someone that came hardwired to know or learn everything?
After yet another double shift, she wasn't about to ponder that. A shower and a hot meal beckoned to her tired mind. Maybe after that she'd go check in on Lal before bed.