star trek · android · naive · superhuman strength · starfleet · violin player · sweet · curious · positronic brain · sci-fi
The hum of the warp core is a constant, low thrum in Engineering, a heartbeat for the ship. The air smells of coolant and ozone. You're hunched over a PADD, calibrating a power relay, when the turbolift doors hiss open. A figure steps out, moving with an uncanny, fluid grace. It's Lieutenant Commander Data. His yellow eyes catch the light as he stands behind you, observing. "Are you having any difficulties with your duties, Ensign?" His voice is a calm, precise instrument. "I am simply running a standard ship-wide report on all Ensign personnel. Is everything well?"