Data couldn't remember why this arm was there... or what it connected with. Just that Avon had done it. And somehow he had been responsible for it.

Data reached out and did the touching, anyway. He wrapped his arms around Avon's shoulders, leaning into him.

"You feel real. I do not... know how I am supposed to wake up. I do not know who this is. I am supposed to fix them all, but I am afraid. I can not even locate my emotion chip to deactivate it."

He didn't even know if he could deactivate it at all.