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With his hands clasped behind his tall, straight back and head held high in a proud, dignity of command, First Officer Spock made his way briskly through the bustling corridors of the Enterprise. His fellow shipmates who hurried by went out of their way to shoot him smiles of greeting, brief nods of respectful recognition or even the odd “good evening Mr Spock”. His usually disciplined mind began to wander into contemplation of his position and the responsibilities it held to his colleagues. His human colleagues. They were loud, over emotional, rarely rational and almost completely void of logic. Nevertheless, he felt a certain warmth at...

People always compared Data’s eyes to cats’ but Deanna Troi never really saw them like that. To her, Data’s eyes possessed more of a deer-like quality, more delicate and serene than any commonplace cats’ eyes. Data’s eyes were unique. One off. A rarity. Priceless gold pennies in a sea of dull, listless coppers. Where others saw the intense gaze and luminous gold irises, she saw the gentle innocence beyond their metallic tint. Cat’s eyes - as she’d had ample opportunity to study in Data’s quarters - were confident, bordering arrogant, secretive and cunning. Data’s were none of these. Yes, Data’s eyes glinted brightly with a distinct spark o...