by Overload

My name is Data. I am the Second Officer and Lieutenant Commander of the Enterprise, apparently. That is what I understand, though I have yet to see such a ship, as I currently reside in no such place. I do however, reside in someone's apartment, on a shelf in their den. I am approximately 12" high and many people refer to me as a 'doll'..though I prefer the much more fitting term, 'action figure'.

So, on the shelf I sit. I am not alone, as there are quite a few others up there with me who are my size, and I am guessing that since we are all wearing pretty much the same thing, that we are from the same ship. And the shelf we are on has a very good view of the whole room. Most intriguing and usual however, is the fact that I am able to see the computer in the room, which is used quite heavily. The apartment's denizens (which would also be best described as my 'owners') go to a variety of areas on the internet and this is how I have learned much of what I know. For instance, in addition to the knowledge of the ship that I am on, I am also aware of my career in Starfleet, and the controversy surrounding my status as a sentient being. I am an android. 

I am still learning, of course. And there is a new area online that the female of the household has begun to frequent, which seems interesting. It revolves about me and my crewmates, and look like stories. What makes this even more intriguing is the fact that she too will write stories as well, sometimes spending hours on them. The topics of these stories are of a wide variety, for the most part, and deal with similar topics brought up on the initial show. However, more recent works delve into an entirely new subject which a much more...mature theme. These new stories also centre around me, and one of the other characters of the show. We apparently are lovers, and..are into a wide variety of detailed intimate acts with each other. That is not correct..is it? I know we are supposed to be friends, but we are not supposed to be that close! In addition, we are both of the male gender, and yet are supposed to be lovers. Interesting. I apparently have a lover now. I will have to investigate this further.

In fact, tonight looks like a good time to look into this subject. She has just finished a particularly involved tale, and has now left the room. The computer has been powered down, but I have a clear memory of what she was writing. It is not hard to forget something that graphic. I stand in my spot mulling the story over. In it, I and the crewmate in question share a bath, fully clothed for some reason, and things quickly grow quite..racy. We touch each other, kiss, and eventually this leads to a very passionate sexual interlude, which rises in an orgasmic crescendo. Odd subject matter indeed. But interesting at the same time. 

I ponder this a little more. The crewmate in question is named Geordi LaForge. From the description he is a black man who wears the same uniform as I do, only he is the engineer on the ship. He is visually impaired, but he is able to see with the aid of a visor apparatus. Only...in the story he does not have the apparatus, but has implants of some sort. I crane my neck to take a closer look at the other figures on the shelf. None of them match this description from what I can tell, but a closer look reveals the crewmate in question near the end of the shelf. Now is the time to experiment. Carefully squirming my way past my other shelfmates (a bald man, a bearded man, a klingon, and a dark haired woman in addition to 1 or 2 others), I make myself some room and take a closer look at Geordi.

For the first time in my existance I ponder whether anyone else on the shelf is sentient, as I am. I swallow slightly and decide to find out. "Geordi?" I whisper. There is no answer. I call his name twice more, but still there is no answer, nor the slightest movement. I reach out and touch his arm. Nothing. The touch absently turns to lightly stroking his arm. After a moment of that, and then an attempt at cuddling (which almost results in me knocking him off the shelf and onto the couch below), I reach the conclusion that he is regretfully nothing but a mere toy and nothing more. 

I start to make my way back to my usual spot, but then stop. What would it be like to have a lover? I now have one, and there he is. I look back at Geordi and swallow again. The fact that he is not sentient is perhaps to my advantage. The detail in that story was...esquisite. What would it feel like to perform all those things described? I make my way back to Geordi and ponder both him and the situation at hand again. I then turn his head to face me and kiss him. This once more goes unreciprocated, but this time I do not mind. My mind rethinks my initial idea of Geordi's sentience. Perhaps he is, but perhaps he is not. From his lack of mobility and response, I am natually to assume that he is lifeless. But just in case....I wish for him to have an experience as pleasureable as mine right now.

There is a stirring in my groin as I caress his lips with my mouth, and pull him into an embrace. Gradually, I wind up gently laying the other figure down and covering him with my form. Holding him to me, I just lie there motionless for a moment. I then nuzzle his neck, caressing him again, while my pelvic area starts gently rubbing up against his. Time passes . I have now undressed us both, and he is tightly in my arms as we become one, in a matter of speaking. I close my eyes. It feels so good. finally I reach my climax. I buck against him once..twice....and then I feel my release, quietly crying out Geordi's name, and hugging him tighter than ever as I climax. I then collapse against him, spent but very very happy. 

Slipping off into a doze, I then awaken to find that hours have passed! They will soon awaken and come into the room! I make quick work. I clean up as best as I can and then redress both myself and Geordi. I then stand my lover upright again, kissing him one last time, and quickly dart back to my spot where I stand as upright as the rest of my crewmates. Not a moment too soon it seems, as she enters the room just as I get back into place. Another day has begun. But I eagerly await the moment I am left to my own devices once more.

*******

Residing in his spot on the other side of the shelf, Geordi quietly snuck a glance at Data and smirked slightly. Little did Data know, he more than liked what happened last night. "So..we're lovers, hmm?" he thought. He too had gotten an eyeful of the stories that had graced the monitor as of late, and thus was inspired. Tonight would be all about reciprocation.

fin.