RobertScorpio
Pariah
Project Naissance
Star Trek; Naissance
Written by Kubwulf1 and Robert Scorpio.
(“Thank you for my life”)
Lal opened her eyes. She was in her quarters, and although she did not require sleep, she did like to disconnect her processors every once in a while to allow stray data patterns to fire across her neuornet. And the ‘memory’ of her final moments with her ‘father’, Data, was not one of her favorites. Yet, for some reason, it was the one she had recalled the most.
She stood up and walked over to the Relicator. “Plant water; please.” She stated.
Instantly a watering canister, with a spout, shimmered into view. She picked it up and began to water the few arrangements of flowers that adorned her quarters. There were also paintings, some by her, most by her father, that also dotted her walls.
As she watered the plant near her desk she picked up the holograph she had posed for nearly five years earlier. It was taken the day she had graduated past her first academic sessions as a Star Fleet cadet. The Golden Gate Bridge was in the distance. In the foreground of the picture it centered on her, and her close friends. Admiral Jean-Luc Picard, her sponsor in the academy, and Commanders Geordi Leforge and Belanna Torres.
(“Thank you for my life”)
There it was again, the stray memory. She had yet to reinitiate her sub-processor. Over the years of interacting with humans she had noticed how many of them seem to favor recalling past events while doing the small chores of life, like watering flowers.
At that moment the door to her quarters chirped.
“Please come in.” She stated softly.
Ltjg. Jason Hauck, dressed in his Star Fleet issued work-out gear, with a towel draped around his neck, walked in.
“Hey, you’re not ready yet.” Jason stated impatiently.
Lal continued to water her plants. “I will be ready momentarily. These plants needed to have their daily water.”
Hauck chuckled. “For an android, you sure have this ‘woman taking forever to get ready’ gig down pretty good. You’re worse than my mother.”
“Has the operation to secure the Emveks been completed yet?” She asked, already knowing the answer. She just wanted more time to water her plants.
“No, they ran into some complications. But, from what I gather, they will attempt to catch two of the animals with in the hour.”
She set down her container of water, satisfied that she had completed their daily watering,
“Now,” he said to her, “can we go now?”
Lal walked into her bedroom as she replied, “I’ll be ready in five minutes.”
“That translates to nearly fifteen minutes in real time by the way.” He said with a laugh.
(“Thank you for my life.”)
Lal changed into her own work-out uniform. As she did, she looked at her naked body in the reflection of the mirror. Her frame, body, was anatomically correct. From the medium sized breasts, even to the slight patch of dark pubic hair above her vaginal mound. It made her seem more, acceptable. Like her father, she too wished to interact with humans in all ways possible. Sex was one of those processes she had yet to experience. And, as humans went, Ltjg Hauck was appealing looking. She had decided recently that he would be the first male she engaged in sexual intercourse with. But, she would wait until all other aspects of the relationship that should come first played out in a natural order.
Lal often referred back to the conversation she had with Guinan on the Enterprise all those years ago in Ten Forward. The two of them were observing the mating ritual known as flirting between two human crew members. Lal chucked to her self as she recalled her first attempt at flirting, with of all people, William Riker.
As she slid on her work-out uniform, she took one last look at her figure in the mirror. She was well aware that Hauck was attracted to her. The signs he put out, raised pulse and dilated eyes among them were unmistakable. She also felt that it was time to reward his interest, because she felt attracted to him as well. She decided to manually erect her nipples so that they would seem to be poking through her outfit. Having prepared for her daily work out with Hauck, she decided to delay entering the main room for another ten minutes, so as to further the universal constant that women take forever to prepare for a date. She did some random calculations for the duration.
Ten minutes later.
Ltjg Hauck was reading one of the passages of poetry that was on one of Lal’s walls. It was an old passage penned by T.S Elliot. People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.
He turned to face Lal as she came into the room. He couldn’t help notice how attractive she was in the outfit. He pointed to the passage. “I like what this says.” He told her.
She, having noticed his obvious ogling of her, was pleased. Even though she was an android capable of a trillion calculations, it was this kind of interaction that appealed to her the most. Humans were not perfect, not even close. But their flaws are what made them more interesting, to Lal at least, than the more ordered species of the universe she had come across in her life. “Thank you.” She replied as she innocently strolled past him, and over to the Replicator for a drink of water. This would afford him a view of her backside, which seemed to be a sought after view on his part.
“Are you ready to go?” He said to her as she strolled past. He couldn’t help but eye her firm back side as she strolled past him. Luckily, for him, or so he thought, she was unaware of this behavior of his. “You’re actually five minutes ahead of schedule.” He added with a chuckle.
Lal smiled. She also noticed the sudden rise in his pulse, and quickened breath patterns. Someday soon, she thought to her self, she would have to open up formal relations with Jason Hauck. As the two headed for the exit to her quarters, she looked back to the portrait of her father that was centered on the main wall of the room.
(“Thank you for my life”)
She smiled at his image, and followed Jason out the door. She also took that moment to eye his nice firm backside as well.
CONTINUED
Star Trek; Naissance
Written by Kubwulf1 and Robert Scorpio.
(“Thank you for my life”)
Lal opened her eyes. She was in her quarters, and although she did not require sleep, she did like to disconnect her processors every once in a while to allow stray data patterns to fire across her neuornet. And the ‘memory’ of her final moments with her ‘father’, Data, was not one of her favorites. Yet, for some reason, it was the one she had recalled the most.
She stood up and walked over to the Relicator. “Plant water; please.” She stated.
Instantly a watering canister, with a spout, shimmered into view. She picked it up and began to water the few arrangements of flowers that adorned her quarters. There were also paintings, some by her, most by her father, that also dotted her walls.
As she watered the plant near her desk she picked up the holograph she had posed for nearly five years earlier. It was taken the day she had graduated past her first academic sessions as a Star Fleet cadet. The Golden Gate Bridge was in the distance. In the foreground of the picture it centered on her, and her close friends. Admiral Jean-Luc Picard, her sponsor in the academy, and Commanders Geordi Leforge and Belanna Torres.
(“Thank you for my life”)
There it was again, the stray memory. She had yet to reinitiate her sub-processor. Over the years of interacting with humans she had noticed how many of them seem to favor recalling past events while doing the small chores of life, like watering flowers.
At that moment the door to her quarters chirped.
“Please come in.” She stated softly.
Ltjg. Jason Hauck, dressed in his Star Fleet issued work-out gear, with a towel draped around his neck, walked in.
“Hey, you’re not ready yet.” Jason stated impatiently.
Lal continued to water her plants. “I will be ready momentarily. These plants needed to have their daily water.”
Hauck chuckled. “For an android, you sure have this ‘woman taking forever to get ready’ gig down pretty good. You’re worse than my mother.”
“Has the operation to secure the Emveks been completed yet?” She asked, already knowing the answer. She just wanted more time to water her plants.
“No, they ran into some complications. But, from what I gather, they will attempt to catch two of the animals with in the hour.”
She set down her container of water, satisfied that she had completed their daily watering,
“Now,” he said to her, “can we go now?”
Lal walked into her bedroom as she replied, “I’ll be ready in five minutes.”
“That translates to nearly fifteen minutes in real time by the way.” He said with a laugh.
(“Thank you for my life.”)
Lal changed into her own work-out uniform. As she did, she looked at her naked body in the reflection of the mirror. Her frame, body, was anatomically correct. From the medium sized breasts, even to the slight patch of dark pubic hair above her vaginal mound. It made her seem more, acceptable. Like her father, she too wished to interact with humans in all ways possible. Sex was one of those processes she had yet to experience. And, as humans went, Ltjg Hauck was appealing looking. She had decided recently that he would be the first male she engaged in sexual intercourse with. But, she would wait until all other aspects of the relationship that should come first played out in a natural order.
Lal often referred back to the conversation she had with Guinan on the Enterprise all those years ago in Ten Forward. The two of them were observing the mating ritual known as flirting between two human crew members. Lal chucked to her self as she recalled her first attempt at flirting, with of all people, William Riker.
As she slid on her work-out uniform, she took one last look at her figure in the mirror. She was well aware that Hauck was attracted to her. The signs he put out, raised pulse and dilated eyes among them were unmistakable. She also felt that it was time to reward his interest, because she felt attracted to him as well. She decided to manually erect her nipples so that they would seem to be poking through her outfit. Having prepared for her daily work out with Hauck, she decided to delay entering the main room for another ten minutes, so as to further the universal constant that women take forever to prepare for a date. She did some random calculations for the duration.
Ten minutes later.
Ltjg Hauck was reading one of the passages of poetry that was on one of Lal’s walls. It was an old passage penned by T.S Elliot. People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.
He turned to face Lal as she came into the room. He couldn’t help notice how attractive she was in the outfit. He pointed to the passage. “I like what this says.” He told her.
She, having noticed his obvious ogling of her, was pleased. Even though she was an android capable of a trillion calculations, it was this kind of interaction that appealed to her the most. Humans were not perfect, not even close. But their flaws are what made them more interesting, to Lal at least, than the more ordered species of the universe she had come across in her life. “Thank you.” She replied as she innocently strolled past him, and over to the Replicator for a drink of water. This would afford him a view of her backside, which seemed to be a sought after view on his part.
“Are you ready to go?” He said to her as she strolled past. He couldn’t help but eye her firm back side as she strolled past him. Luckily, for him, or so he thought, she was unaware of this behavior of his. “You’re actually five minutes ahead of schedule.” He added with a chuckle.
Lal smiled. She also noticed the sudden rise in his pulse, and quickened breath patterns. Someday soon, she thought to her self, she would have to open up formal relations with Jason Hauck. As the two headed for the exit to her quarters, she looked back to the portrait of her father that was centered on the main wall of the room.
(“Thank you for my life”)
She smiled at his image, and followed Jason out the door. She also took that moment to eye his nice firm backside as well.
CONTINUED
