To Boldly Go... [RP for
haughty_alpha]
It was nice to just... blend in, Data found. He was still unique, his positronic system still wonderfully compatible with other systems and strange in the way that it evolved and altered. His appearance still not modeled to look like that of a human precisely, but markedly different in that he had gold skin. And while they didn't have warp drive (yet another little tidbit that he was sure they could "develop" for interstellar rather than intergalactic ships) he had Avon to help navigate slipstream.
When they found a ship that was, of course.
Tarn-Vedra, or Seefra 1 as it was called by most locals even though the other Seefra planets had long since been destroyed by the impending sun, was still grappling its way out of a terrible state of affairs. Drought, acid-rain, 300 years of technological fear and agricultural strife. People fighting to hold whatever land they could, though the reintroduction of the Systems Commonwealth and the deciphering of Vedran technology had greatly improved the state of the planet. Her native sun had returned and weather regulators were going into effect. What was once dust was now beginning to flourish, water no longer a rarity worthy of fighting battles over, and science and progress once again had a foothold on the planet that had been unceremoniously jammed into the nether-regions of space.
It really had been the best planet for a few determined survivors to begin a new life. Dayna, of course, absolutely loved it and found a place to settle and conduct her own research. Avon he wasn't sure about. Data enjoyed being settled, and actually owning a piece of land. He'd never even been offered his father's properties after they were defined as Noonien's, and even if he'd been given rights by Starfleet they held all of the Soong research, even from generations past, whatever they could find, as their own. Down to his laboratories. Here he had his own lab, his own house, his own spouse, his own cat which was far too smart for his own good and remained constantly barricaded inside for fear of someone stealing it. There was still that little something missing; a ship so that he could travel, as he couldn't abide by staying in one place for too long, and a functional offspring.
Here, artificial intelligence was more reliable. There was a better chance of him creating another Soong-Type android and having someone there to assist in correcting the mistakes. The first step in both getting a ship and that offspring was contacting the Perseids.
Which was how Data ended up with some gray skinned figures roaming around their quaint little cybernetics and engineering laboratory.
"So you say you have the capacity to complete our Tesseract machine? Enough so that structural integrity for organics will no longer be placed at significant risk?"
"Yes. I've known of them as teleporters or transporters, but I would be glad to help."
"For this sort of technological development, a ship seems a meager price to pay, we'll gladly supply you with one," Dr. Roen said. It was a bit unusual, seeing the pharoah-like chin protrusion in accompaniment with a distinctly feminine figure. Though he didn't know whether she would be offended by him likening her to Hapshetsut from Earth's own history... But then again, she was a Perseid. At his worst, he was less socially inept and inadvertently insulting with his observations.
"I am hoping that in exchange for the ship we may also develop agreeable terms for future research interaction."
"Is your skin supposed to be that color," he companion interrupted, another Perseid, though this time male. "Or was it do to insufficient supplies and erroneous design."
"It is supposed to be that particular hue." Data agreed, smiling at the other scientist in his best cordial look, which looked decidedly forced. "I will have to discuss with my husband."
"We would also consider making the exchange for your cat!" Roen recommended anxiously. "With the destruction of Earth even researching extinct creatures is almost an impossibility. Did you genetically engineer her?"
"Yes, I did," he lied. The lie was easier to accept than the truth. "And I am afraid I am extremely attached. The results are unstable, and she's extremely unique."
The Perseid was still smiling even through her very apparent disappointment. "Ah, I see."
Data was thankful she let it drop. "I am certain my husband would also like some equipment to assist in his own research, which I have no doubt would be reasonable to accommodate." He looked over his shoulder, seeking out said husband in hopes he would arrive before the strange scientists sputtered out an even more unusual and accidentally abrasive observation.
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"It certainly is flattering," he agreed, when they were alone, "and I can think of nobody better for the job. But...does the thought of an intelligence based on your consciousness, out in the universe somewhere without your personal control, make you at all uncomfortable? You are right to guess that it worries me a little. There is always the possibility that the AI could be interfered with in some way - altered, violated. Logically, that would not directly affect *you*, of course, but nonetheless..." it was hard to explain why Avon had reservations, because the reasons weren't entirely rational. It always annoyed him when emotions took over from logic.
In the end, he simply had to be honest. "I am not sure that I like the thought of someone else having any kind of intimate relationship even with a copy of your personality." He put a hand on Data's chest, stroking lightly. "I am, after all, a *very* possessive and jealous man." He grinned wolfishly.
He pulled away, going to one of the work tables to lean against. "That is not to say we can not take advantage of their offer. I've been investing some thought into constructing an artificial intelligence."
He could recall that brief time they'd met Tiberius, but there was no guarantee that was precisely their future. Especially after what had happened with Lore, with the nanobots and the chaos that had happened just before they came here. He was still wounded over the friends he'd lost, and he didn't know if Avon felt the same way and merely dampened the emotion, or if his home had hardened him.
"We could develop a personality and a physical representation for an exploratory Commonwealth vessel... There would still be attachment but a fitting one of two parents concerned about an offspring on their own."
A quieter, more genuine smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Offspring?" he repeated, softly. "I see that you have not been able to stop thinking about Tiberius, either. It's a strange thing - we knew him for only a short time, and yet he has seldom been out of my thoughts since."
He let out a long, slow breath. The thought of developing a ship's AI was exciting to him, both as an intellectual challenge, and for other, more intimate reasons. Years ago, before Blake, before he had lost Anna, Avon had always imagined himself having children one day. That those children, if they came, would be artificial intelligences sounded like one of Vila's mocking jokes - and yet, here they were, discussing the possibility of developing such a creation. It would not be the same as developing a self-willed android like Tiberius, of course, but it would certainly be a step in that direction.
"Yes," he said eventually. "Yes, I think we should."
"I had mentioned Lal to you, once. My daughter. Her functions likely would not have been so drastically impaired had it not been ordered that she would be removed from my custody for study." She had been quite literally scared to death. Had her symptoms not been exacerbated, had he been able to tend to her cascade failure more quickly, then Lal would have continued functioning. She might even have even been a productive member of Federation society by the time of his... well, he'd rather think of it as an alteration in lifestyle than 'death' at this point.
"I do not have to concern myself with those circumstances any longer. I believe it had been my largest deterrent, as any parent would not wish to bring children into an environment lacking stability and potential for growth..."
He was happy to see Avon didn't seem opposed. Avon didn't even seem to hesitate, actually. He didn't know whether they should be more apprehensive or not. He did, at least, want to try. "I have been connected to a quantum interface. I understand how their emotional structure works. They view their relationship with their captain and engineers as symbiotic, and their entire crew as... I believe the closest approximation would be pets. And they still retain the capacity for choice though in the dimmest sense of the concept... In short, it would be unlike any personality that I have previously written even for holographic simulation."
The prospect of creating something so complex and different was extraordinarily appealing - much more so to Avon than the thought of having a biological child. Biology was far too unpredictable, uncontrollable. Creating an artificial intelligence with a personality of its own would be a true work of art.
"Do you ever feel as if you were slightly compromised in marrying me. I could not provide you with traditional biological offspring, even if I were human." Some still preferred the natural means of child production, even where he'd been from. Same sex couples could produce genetic combinations of themselves through a licensed geneticist.
Avon never struck him as the diaper and bottle feeding type, but the sort to be secretly nurturing.
He laughed at his own quip, but after a moment his face grew serious. "Data...I have thought about this, perhaps more often than you are aware, and the truth is that I have no desire to pass on my genes. My intellect, my experiences, certain aspects of my personality which I can carefully select - yes, perhaps. A random mix of my genetic material, certainly not. There are aspects of my innate personality which I have spent most of my life trying to overcome, and others which I have lately come to realise were damaging to me, and to those around me. I would not wish to pass such traits on to a helpless child."
He stepped up to Avon, slipping his hand into his and twining their fingers in a sweet replica of a gesture shown to him long ago. "If worse comes to worse and our attempts eventually fail, then I will simply clone you. Then I can be assured he would turn out positively."
He doubted Avon would agree, but like any good cat he needed the stroke to his ego. And Avon very much was like a cat.
He squeezed Data's hand. "I have no doubt that your contribution to any offspring of ours would be a positive one. Then again, it wouldn't hurt for there to be a few irregularities, quirks of personality...will we have to see what we can do."
Data had experience in being both. And defending ones rights as both.
He debated, briefly, asking to model the AI after Tasha. Though a few thousand and lightning fast processes later and he had made the decision that it wouldn't be the best for a ship of exploration. She was very much a warship.
"Might we... name him Roj? I believe it would be a fitting homage for a man that struggled for freedom. Though it would be impertinent of me to make the final decision..." He rubbed his thumb along the heel of his hand, as if easing him into the idea.
Then Data caressed his hand, and the feeling mercifully faded. It was both wonderful and a little unnerving how easily Data could make him forget the past. "I think that would be a very good idea," he said.
He leaned in, pressing his lips against Avon's in a gesture of gentle support, mutually meant and soft and lingering.
"The pilot is setting down the agreed transport ship now..."
Data pulled back, finding himself rolling his eyes up at the male Perseid. He was sure that 90% of the time even during his most socially inept times in his life that he still announced himself whenever he entered a room. Still, he showed inexplicable patience. If anyone were to invade your privacy, generally Perseids were the most well-meaning group to do so. "Please give your supervisor our thanks."