ol_yellow_eyes: (serene)
Data is alone in the shuttlebay, working. Lately, he has been rather uninformed in regards to recent events aboard the Enterprise.

But that is not his job. He is simply trying to carry out his orders.

He was there for the experimental test run of the metaphasic shield, which failed, which resulted in the death of a respected Takaran scientist named Jo'Bril.

He took part in inspecting the modified shuttlecraft afterwards, and determined along with Geordi that there had been no malfunction.

He heard that the Ferengi scientist who developed the technology had apparently committed suicide.

The most recent news was that Dr. Crusher, who had gathered the scientists and organized the demonstration, had been relieved of duty for performing an unauthorized autopsy on Dr. Reyga's body.

Which is why Data is surprised to hear her voice as she walks into the shuttle bay.

"What are you doing, Data?" she asks, entering the shuttle in which he is currently running scans.

Still working, he explains, "I am running additional diagnostics to make certain there was no permanent radiation damage to the shuttlecraft hull."

He does not have to look at her to know that she is displaying symptoms of anxiety. It is apparent in certain frequencies that he is detecting in her vocal patterns. "You've studied Dr. Reyga's shield system. Do you think it could have been sabotaged?"

"There was no evidence to support sabotage," he tells her.

"Just… consider the possibility."

Only now does he turn to look at her. "The system interlocks prevent access to the circuitry, unless the shield emitter is active. Any attempt to sabotage the device would have to be made while the shield is in operation."

She sits down. "The only time the shield was active was during Jo'Bril's test flight."

"That is correct." He adds, "It seems unlikely that Jo'Bril would perform sabotage that would result in his own death."

"I agree." Dr. Crusher seems to be thinking about it. "Would it be possible to sabotage the shuttle by remote during the flight?"

Data knows that this is important to her. He considers the possibility.

His answer is honest, automatic. "A phase dionic pulse beamed directly into the metaphasic projection matrix would result in a temporary system malfunction."

"Where on the Enterprise could you generate a phase dionic pulse?"

"Such a pulse could be initiated from the lateral sensor array, science labs 1, 4, and 16, or any of the bridge science stations."

"Let's assume for the moment that someone did send out a phase dionic pulse. What would have happened inside the shuttle?"

"A tetryon field would be formed briefly inside the cabin, temporarily disrupting the metaphasic shield."

"A tetryon field…" Dr. Crusher is no longer looking at Data. He notes that her voice has resumed its normal stability. "If Jo'Bril was exposed to a tetryon field, it might have left residual traces in his tissue." She even smiles a little, before getting up to leave. "Thanks, Data."

Data watches her go. He is not certain what she is going to do with the information, but he is able to formulate a few theories.

If he were anyone else, he might be… worried.
ol_yellow_eyes: (profile)
Data is given the bridge when Captain Picard is called to the transporter room. Counselor Troi goes with him.

He only gets a brief glimpse of Commander Riker hours later, when the first officer is called to the captain's ready room to debrief. Data notes that he is back in uniform.

Another glimpse, when Commander Riker leaves, presumably to get some rest. Picard takes control of the bridge again. It seems that Data will be sitting in the first officer's chair for a little while longer.

Data does not have opportunity to speak with Commander Riker until the next morning, when he is relieved of his usual night shift. At that point, it is a simple, "It is good to have you back, sir," that earns a familiar smile, and Data is finally able to take his usual place at the ops postion.

Data had noticed the absence of that smile.
ol_yellow_eyes: (looking out)
Data has not slept for days.

To an android, of course, that means almost nothing. It would have meant nothing at all, not so long ago. But even now, it is only somewhat significant that he has not accessed his dream program for a while.

He has been keeping himself busy. Even when he is off-duty and in his quarters, he has been working.

He is not there now, however. He is in one of the performance spaces on the Enterprise, where the set for the play, Frame of Mind, is still in place.

And he is simply standing there, looking at it.

People on the ship who do not know Data very well would find this extremely odd. People who do know him know that he does odd things like this all the time. But even they would wonder about the reason behind it. Is he looking for something? Is he somehow experiencing what it is to worry; did he somehow feel like coming here? Is he preoccupied? Or is he simply trying to simulate something that he might consider to be a human action?

Days ago, Data stood here under very different circumstances, looking into the eyes of someone he considers to be one of his closest friends. At that time (and as always), a million different things were going through his mind-- his character's lines, his character's motivation, the subtle sounds of reaction from the audience, even sensor logs they had collected earlier that day. But at that exact moment, he had not been considering the possibility that the person standing in front of him, reciting a monologue with an amount passion that Data could never even dream of simulating, would be gone in a few days.

Gone… not dead. Data refuses to think of Commander Riker that way yet, however high the probability. Not until they have pursued every possibility, not until it is a confirmed fact. Until then, Commander Riker is simply missing. The investigation is still taking place. And that is why Data has not slept.

This is certainly not the first time that Data has taken the position of Acting First Officer on the Enterprise. In fact, it has happened more often than others might realize. But even though he knows he can fulfill the requirements of the job itself, he knows that these are shoes he can never truly fill. He knows it when he is on the bridge sitting next to the captain, who seems quieter than usual, and across from the counselor, who cannot seem to look over at him for whatever reason. It is the strange sensation (if Data can call anything he experiences a sensation) of not quite being there. Or at least being somewhat ignored. And it is for that reason that he hopes the chair in which he is sitting is only borrowed.

Data takes one last glance around the set of the play. He is preoccupied, certainly. Is he worried? Or simulating a human reaction?

The question he ponders is not what a human would do in this instance, but what he, as the commander's friend, is going to do. And so he walks out of the performance space to return to his quarters. He will continue working.
ol_yellow_eyes: (strange)
Lieutenant Commander Data walks to his quarters on the Enterprise, having just been relieved of night-shift duty. He plans to spend his time off entertaining his cat, Spot, and perhaps studying up on the works of William Shakespeare (again).

When the door to his room opens, however, it is not his room at all.

It is a bar.

Is this some sort of malfunction? Perhaps the holodeck has somehow gone haywire and remotely projected this image into his quarters. But the holodeck's technology should not be capable of that...

He considers closing the door, but he notices the presence of several life forms in the bar, and remembers the primary mission of the Enterprise. The captain would be very displeased with him if he did not take the time to study this place, and try to make contact with the beings he finds there.

So the android walks into the bar, his pale yellow eyes mechanically and curiously flickering about his surroundings.


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