From gaia_soong@yahoo.com Sat Dec 06 19:11:44 1997 From: gaia_soong@yahoo.com To: gaia_soong@yahoo.com Subject: NEW: "Reality, Philosophy, and Positronic Fluctuations" (TNG/RL-Xovr) (D/f) R-situations Date: Sat, 06 Dec 1997 21:11:44 -0600 Message-ID: <881463667.9484@dejanews.com> Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative Organization: Deja News Posting Service Path: news3.ispnews.com!news2.ispnews.com!news1.ispnews.com!diablo.cs.uofs.edu!www.nntp.primenet.com!globalcenter0!news.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!news-out.internetmci.com!newsfeed.internetmci.com!206.229.87.25!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!news.maxwell.syr.edu!nntp2.dejanews.com!grunt.dejanews.com!not-for-mail X-Article-Creation-Date: Sun Dec 07 03:01:12 1997 GMT X-Authenticated-Sender: gaia_soong@yahoo.com X-Http-User-Agent: Mozilla/3.01 (Win95; I) X-Originating-IP-Addr: 198.110.216.101 (freezing.lssu.edu) Lines: 442 Xref: news3.ispnews.com alt.startrek.creative:10204 Standard Disclaimers (of course) and the promise of my firstborn son to the God of Paramount or whatever else they want in return for letting me use their ideas (Q, Data, etc.). I'm not sure who wrote the book "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep", but I don't want to rip off them either. Disclaimers. And to Ralph Lauren (you'll see) And keep in mind that this is being told from the point of view of someone who may or may not only exist in Data's dream, so it's not terribly detailed or technical or anything (it's also why there aren't pages and pages of "why are you here, who are you, how do I get out of here, etc."). Oh, and there's sex in it. Everyone is consenting and a good time is had by everyone involved. No actual androids were sullied in the creation of this story. If you don't like sex...I can't really help you, but you shouldn't read this story. Hi, Mom! :) ******************************************************* "Reality, Philosophy, and Positronic Fluctuations..." ------------------------------------------------------- I blinked as the flash of light washed over me. I didn't so much see it as it saw me, but I was way too tired to notice that. I took the interruption as a welcome diversion from the dry and boring world of college algebra. "Damn light bulb," I muttered, rubbing my eyes. The lighting had a way of self-destructing in the fifty year old dorm building. "Oh, is that what you think it was?" I didn't even want to see who was talking to me, but I had to look up. He was pretty tall, dark hair and eyes. His arms were folded loosely and his lips were twisted in a sardonic smirk. My eyes darted to the Louisville Slugger my housemates had bought for just such situations, but as soon as I saw it, it flashed out of existance...and back into existance in the tall man's hand. He stepped forward, looking at the Slugger. "A sensible precaution in this day and age, if I rememeber my history correctly. But you have no need for it with me around." His eyes snapped as he focused on me like hawk. "And even if you did, it wouldn't help." The Slugger returned to its corner. "What do you want?" I was scared enough, but there was something very different about this person. He ignored my entirely, extending his hand and introducing himself. "Q. Charmed, I'm sure... And you are?" "Laryn..." I shook the man's hand, not really believeing that I wasn't kicking his ass out of my house. "Well, Laryn," He dropped my hand and sat down next to me on the couch. "It isn't what I want that brings me here..." Q snapped his fingers and another man materialized in my living room. "It's what *he* wants." I felt my mouth open and close, but I didn't hear any sound except for Q's giggling. The creature that had appeared before me was about six feet tall, a color that I could only describe as 'way too pale', and was wearing some kind of uniform and a very confused expression. I stood up slowly, caught between not wanting to draw its attention and not wanting to frighten it away. It watched me move with a mixture of gentle curiosity and extreme confusion. "What is it?" I asked Q in a whisper. To my surprise, the answer came from in front of me rather than behind me. "I prefer not to be referred to as 'it'. My name is Data and I would like to apologize in advance for any trouble Q may have caused you." I turned around to face Q. "You two know..." It hit me all of a sudden and I whirled back around to gape at it...him... Data. Before I could ask any more questions, Q rose to his feet and began talking very rapidly to Data. "Look, I know what's been going on. They put that...thing in your head and you have no idea how to do anything. I would have done this sooner, but that Borg...thing came up." Did he flinch? Q said that word...borg...and the...man-thing standing in my living room flinched. I had to snap out of it. "Could someone please tell me what the hell is going on here...and keep in mind that you are all standing in my living room when none of you have any right to be here at all? I've been really gracious and..." "Stop barking. You're making my ears ring," Q sniffed disdainfully. "Besides, it's better that you don't really know what's going on." "Q, that is unethical. You cannot disrupt the space-time continuum like this." Data was still standing in the same place he'd flashed into existance in. Something about him made me decidedly not frightened. "I'm not having an ethical discussion with a machine." Q looked miffed, like Data had said something too true to ignore. "Anyway, it's your dream, Tin Man." "What?" he said, stepping forward. "Wait a minute," absently, I placed my hand against Data's chest. It felt like trying to stop a truck with one hand, but he stopped anyway. "Dream? What are you talking about?" "Well, you've had the philosophical discussions on whether or not we're all just figments of some greater imagination, right?" I nodded, not sure where Q was going. "Well, as true as that may or may not be...Tonight, you are an 'electric sheep' and tomorrow...It will all be as different as it is right now all over again." Q disappeared in a flash, leaving me and Data alone in my living room. "Again," Data began, "I apologize for..." I cut him off, "You're an android?" He looked surprised and slightly pleased, "Yes. How did you know?" I blinked back at him. Why wouldn't he have understood what Q said? "Q just told me you were. He said it was your dream and that I was an electric sheep." Confusion from the golden eyes. "'Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?'" Still nothing. "It's a book." When I told him that it was a book, he kind of jumped a little, his eyes lighting up. I watched, feeling an uneasy fascination as Data's catlike eyes darted back and forth as if he were reading. After a moment, they stopped and he focused on me again with a little smile. "I believe I understand. Q's use of a cultural reference has enabled us to solve a problem together, thus creating a form of intellectual intimacy that he is hoping will lead into..." Data softened slightly, putting a little more curve in his spine. "I am prattling." "There is no way you can actually be embarrassed, is there?" He shifted again, glancing around the room. "In fact, I am quite...familiar with the emotion of embarrassment." I suddenly realized that he was just as, if not more, confused by this whole thing than I was. I extended my hand to him as Q had done to me. "My name is Laryn." He took my hand and I jumped when his pale skin touched mine. Not an unpleasant sensation, but unexpected. He let me go instantly. "I am sorry," he sounded flustered. "When I am placed in situations of emotional...excitement, my current throwoff increases correlationally." "Don't touch any doorknobs," I muttered. He looked confused for a moment, then he caught my joke, weak as it was, and smiled. "Perhaps I should take a seat and try to 'relax'." "Sure," I waved him down into the stuffed chair next to him and started to the fridge. "Do you want anything?" "Excuse me?" "To eat...Are you hungry?" "No, thank you," It almost sounded like a petulant sigh rather than a polite refusal. I straightened up, looking over the refrigerator door and across the small dorm room at the silver-gold android. "Is something wrong, Data?" "No," shift. "I do not..." shift. "I am growing irritated at having to explain my nature over and over." Where did that come from? "What does this have to do with eating?" "You do not understand," and truly the android looked hopeless for sympathy. "Well," I said, bringing out a plate of sliced kiwi and sitting back down on the couch. "Q said this was your dream and I can't imagine that I'm anywhere near awake myself. Make me understand." His head snapped up instantly, then doubt clouded his perfect features. "Do you really care to hear the answer?" "What other reason would I have for asking the question?" Data expressed something very similar to rue. "Humans have often asked me questions and cut me off in the middle of the answer. I am accused of babbling when what I am being is thorough." I shrugged. "Some people have problems hearing opinions that aren't theirs." "I am very much aware of that," Data nodded, turning his gaze to my fruit plate and immediately becoming enraptured. "What is that?" I giggled, "You sure do shift gears quick, don't you?" "'Shift gears'?...Ah, I see. You are referring to my changing the subject of our discussion so rapidly." I nodded. "Most people are very unsettled by sudden shifts in conversational topic. I will avoid doing so to you in the future." "No, no...Data," I placed my hand over his arm. "I do it too. I would rather talk to someone who understands me than have to deal with someone who pretends not to." Data's face broke into a spontaneous grin. Given the sobriety of his expressions before, I noticed something I hadn't realized before...He was damn good looking. Q said he wanted something... "What did Q mean when he said it's what you wanted that brought him here?" "What?...Oh," The smile dropped from Data's face and perplexion fell into it's place. "I do not understand Q's meaning either. He could mean anything...or nothing." He focused on my face again. "Q is rather an enigma." "When did you meet him?" "Farpoint. The first mission we had together on the Enterprise. We have had dealings with him since, however..." "Hold on," I cut him off because I knew I was mishearing him. "You met that on a boat?" He looked confused for a moment, then he did that back and forth thing with his eyes again. "I believe we have come across another cultural reference 'sticking point'. I had forgotten that in your time the "USS Enterprise" is a Naval battleship." "And in yours it's a..." "Starship." "Starship..." "I believe that is what I said." I had no alternative but to laugh until my sides hurt. Something was not going right and I didn't know why. Here I was...me...in my living room, with the most gorgeous creature I had ever laid eyes on and he was from... "...in outer space?" "Yes." ....outer space! "Why are you laughing at me?" Gods, he sounded so gentle that I felt bad for laughing at all. "I'm not laughing at you, Data. I'm laughing at this...this whole thing..." He seemed to brighten a little when he realized I wasn't making fun of him. "Good. I prefer dealing with stable people." "Stable?" I gaped at him. "I'm laughing at nothing and you call this stable?" He explained. "No, you are laughing at this situation. That is not nothing. I would be much more alarmed if you were frightened or hostile, but you are laughing. Humor is often a cognitive defense mechanism, but it is usually the most desirable." At his last word, I snapped to, realizing what Q had meant. "Data, what did you say earlier about intellectual intimacy and what Q hoped it would lead to?" "I did not finish that particular statement," Data looked embarrassed, again. "Why?" "Um..." Um? Androids don't 'um'. "I was afraid you might...you might..." "Spit it out, Data." "...become angry with me for being..." Data changed his voice so that it came out barely a whisper, "...fresh." I watched him closely, seeing more than simple shyness in his face. "It's more than that. What happened to you?" His eyes closed. I came off the couch and knelt next to the chair Data sat in, brushing his light cheek with my knuckles. I could feel electricity come off him even as he turned away. "You would not understand." He said, as if that ended it. I knew better. "I've been an oncampus trauma counsellor for two years, Data. I know what a rape victim looks like when I see one. What happened?" In minutes, the android's nose was pressed against my neck. He told me next to nothing, but I think the crying was what he needed to do most. When he was finished, I got him a tissue and he actually studied it, sniffling and giggling. He finally brushed away the last of his tears and I had the feeling like I was the first person to see this Data in a long time. "Thank you, Laryn. If there is anything I can do for you..." "As a matter of fact..." I dropped my algebra book into his lap. A few minutes later, I was wishing that I hadn't. He changed the lighting to "optimal levels", altered my writing surface and now he was standing over my left shoulder patiently explaining and reexplaining the concepts of algebra that were no more clear to now than they were the first time I'd heard them in class. And, I wondered, what creature is designed to smell like Polo naturally? And he was so close... "Data?" Gods, I hope he didn't hear that quiver. Did I quiver? "Yes, Laryn?" I felt him start grinning. Damn. "Maybe if you...um, tried a different method..." "Different method of what?" It struck me that he knew exactly what he was doing. I wondered briefly if he and Q had this all planned from the get-go. Not that it would change anything. Before I could even ask what kind of clarification he wanted, I felt his mouth on my ear, then just below it. He lifted my hair and trailed kisses down my neck. "Hey," I said, trying to regain control of the situation, "Aren't we supposed to be doing algebra?" "You are supposed to be doing algebra," Data corrected me, "but I do not see how you will be able to concentrate with all these...distractions. What I am doing is...not algebra." "No, shit, Sherlock." He laughed then, a deep sound coming up from inside his chest. I wasn't sure what I'd said to make him laugh, but I didn't have time to ask. He lifted me out of my chair with the same ease as I would lift a cat and he held me cradled, nuzzling my hair until I stopped waiting for him to drop me. I opened my eyes, which until that moment I hadn't realized were squeezed shut, and noticed that he wasn't straining to hold me up. I'm not heavy, but I am 5'9" and not exactly petite. I relaxed purely out of shock. Being held like that triggered the strongest memories I had of being cared for and loved. I wasn't sure if I was ready to share them. Data didn't give me an option. Instead, he took me back into the living room and sat me down on my own stuffed chair. He kissed me and I lost everything except him for a few moments. When he was done, I was undressed. I scrambled for the blanket that hung over the back of the chair and Data pulled it down over me. My lampcord had been snagged in the blanket, so Data's tugging upended my lamp, shattering the bulb across the far bookshelf. I looked out into the sudden pitch black and saw two faintly glowing eyes. "Data?" "Yes, I can still see you." I extended my hand towards the faint by steady luminescence until my fingertips brushed his cheek. His hand enveloped mine and I felt again the unexpected tingle of electricity. I was starting to grow not so much used to it as fond of it. The faint glow came nearer and I closed my own eyes as his lips met mine again. The blanket fell away as Data explored lower, covering my breasts with kisses. Somehow, I didn't feel compelled to cover myself. I felt like I was with someone who wouldn't compare me to anyone else. Someone who could see where I was beautiful without having to measure up to the beauty of others. I knew... But while I was having these beatitudinal epiphanies, his mouth slid lower. I gasped and raised into his mouth, against his tongue. My response must have done something for him because his arousal translated directly into electrical current that emanated into my body from wherever he touched me. His tongue traced tiny circles, slithering lazily along whatever spots generated the most noise from me. "Data...Data, please..." I whispered, completely unaware that I was actually talking to him. "Please don't stop..." He slid his slender hands under my rump and held me still, not stopping, but not altering his plans at all. Fleetingly, it occurred to me that he knew exactly what he was doing...as if someone had told him exactly what I would want. Then, slowly, he began to press gently, running his tongue in sure strokes, filling me with his electric arousal. It felt more like being dropped into freefall than building up to a climax, and when I finally hit, I knew there would never be anything to compare it to. When my head had finally cleared, I found myself curled up on Data's chest. Somehow, he had moved me so that I was on top of him in the chair. "How are you feeling?" He asked, "I hope I have not...spoiled you." I giggled, stretching out against him. I felt very faint stirrings of that emotional current inside him. "As long as you stay here, I should be fine." He dropped a kiss on my head, sliding his arms around me. I looked up in the blackness and saw his eyes focused on me. I brushed my fingertips over his face, memorizing the way his features felt. The simple, straight point of his dignified nose, the delicate arch of his eyebrows, the slender softness of his lips... I kissed him, enjoying the sparkling swirl it produced inside his body. I was straddling him in a flash, consumed by the idea of what it would feel like to have that swirl inside me, coming from him into me. He must have read my mind because in an instant, I felt him pressing hard into my thigh, waiting. Still, I was content for now to trace my fingers over his slender body, through the concavities between his muscles and over the defined ridges of the same. He whimpered like a puppy in the rain, returning my kisses with a pleading fervor. Carefully, I raised myself, ready to guide him in. As it turned out, androids don't require anything so human as manual guidance. There are some things a human just can't do. Data, on the other hand, was perfectly positioned as I came slowly down over his length. He cried out and sank his teeth slightly into my throat. I was somewhat aware that he was barely breathing, but to be honest, I was much more involved with what was happening inside me. It was all either of us could do just to hold on and squrm. I had the feeling that the last time this had happened to him, he hadn't liked it quite so much. Neither had I. Just before the current's tingle became unbearable, he came. Seeing his face twist with pleasure and hearing him scream (yes, he screamed) pushed me over. I wasn't too sure how I was going to explain this to my next lover, except to tell him that there was no way he could ever come close to this. ***** I woke up on the couch this morning, five minutes late for my algebra test, barely remembering what had happened the night before. I felt like I'd been drinking, but without the headache. "Why is the lamp broken?" Angie asked as she came down the stairs. "And where is the baseball bat?" "Who was here?" I asked. "Hey," Angie came closer, looking closely at me. "Are you okay? You look like you had a rough night." That dream!! Maybe... All I could do was laugh. -------------------==== Posted via Deja News ====----------------------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Post to Usenet