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Complexities and Paradox's Part 1
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Data and Worf stood outside holoroom 1, they watched Riker standing
alone in the room, he could not hear their crys to him.
"If only we could go inside," muttered Worf,"Why doesn't he come
out?"
"He has opened the doors," said Data,"But he is seeing the door from
another time, and it is still closed."
Riker walked over to the door and tryed the manual release, the door
remained opened to them, but to Riker it was obviously still closed, he sat
down and suddenly turned his head, he was engrossed in watching something.
"Obviously he is seeing something," said Worf,"Why can we not?"
"We would have to be in the timepocket itself, but look, he's
walking now."
Riker was walking on the spot, but to him he could be walking briskly
down a street, he stopped and said something, they could register what, he
nodded in satisfaction and walked to the doors, he mouthed the word open and
then smiled broadly at Data and Worf.
"Commander Riker......." began Worf, but then Riker stepped out of
the holoroom and disappeared.
Deanna sat on Data's bed and watched as Beverly pulled something out
of a closet, it looked like a human body, only with yellow skin.
"Data?" she asked, confused.
"No no no," said Beverly, smiling as she tipped drunkenly to the
side,"Not Data, it's his brother - Lore."
"Lore," said Deanna with a grin,"Wasn't he a bad boy?"
Beverly smiled,"Who cares, I want a good fuck and he can give it to
me."
"But he's an android," said Deanna,"You can't fuck him."
Beverly staggered to her feet,"You can't tell me you didn't feel
jealous of Tasha when she got to fuck Data?" she was referring to one of
their first missions, when they had been infected by a virus that reduced
all inhibitions - even Data had been affected to a certain degree and had
had sex with Tasha Yar - the late chief of security.
Beverly pulled the sagging form of Lore to it's feet and pressed a
button in it's side, it jerked up and around and then collapsed.
"So much for that," said Deanna sadly,"You broke him."
But Lore did not stay down, he sat up and pressed a hand to his
forehead,"Oooohhh, do I have a cramp or what."
He looked around and saw Beverly and Deanna, he took in the
situation instantly,"You both show high blood alcohol levels, and I detect
the scent of sexual arousement,"He wagged his finger and smiled,"What do you
naughty girls want?"
Deanna was delighted, he was like a gigolo that didn't want to be
paid - at least not in monetary terms,"I wanna get laid, but I want my
pleasure to be the main concern."
"Hey," said Lore,"I live to serve, but what do I get for my
troubles?"
"You get to stay turned on," said Beverly angrily,"And you better
not try any tricks on us - I know where your off button is."
Lore thought things over for a few brief seconds, then he
smiled broadly.
"Who goes first?"
Riker knew it was impossible, his ship was the Enterprise E,
but he stood on the Enterprise D - and no timepocket could take him to
another ship.
He was at least invisible, for now anyway, and it was with some
amusement that he watched his younger self - beardless - chatting with
Wesley Crusher.
He wished he knew the stardate, this was obviously an early
mission - he couldn't help but wonder if he had been given the powers of
the Q yet. Then he noticed that his younger self was talking into the
communicator, he rushed of and Wesley looked dejected, Riker hadn't
realised just how much the young genius worshipped him...
***
"Engage the temporal field Mr LaForge," said Captain Picard,
gesturing forward with his arm.
"Aye Captain, temporal field is opening."
The Enterprise E shot forward from it's orbit around Earth, a
rippling in the space around them began to form and then the ship
disappeared, leaving behind Zefram Cochrane and the Vulcans to make
history.
***
Inside the temporal field, the Enterprise travelled smoothly,
Data worked on the computers, his face was still damaged from his
encounter with the Borg Queen and Picard couldn't help but stare at it.
"Well Mr Data?"
"As we suspected Captain, history is back on track, pollution is
disappearing, war appears to be slowing, it has now stopped - sir we
will soon be unable to track Earth's progress, we'll have to wait until
we return to our own time to make sure that everything is as it should
be."
"Excellent Mr Data, Commander Riker, I was wondering if...."
"Sir," Data interupted,"We are registering an anomaly."
"What? Of what nature Data?"
"It is a starcraft of unknown design, travelling through the
time/space continuom, it appears to have performed a slingshot around
the sun."
"That sound's familiar," said Riker,"Somethings wrong."
"Registering now," said Data,"It is a Klingon Bird Of Prey, but
it's inhabitants are seven humans, one Vulcan and......."
"And what Data?"
"And.....two whales sir..."
Riker slapped his palm against his forehead,"Of course, it's
James Kirk, do you remember the trip through time he took to save Earth
from the probe?"
"Of course," said Picard,"Spock discovered that it was looking
for humpback whales and they travelled back in time to find a pair."
"Sir, if we maintain this course we will cross paths with Kirk's
ship, that may cause a problem," said Data, a worried expression on his
face.
"What problem?"
"Well, theoretically, in time travel, ships have no mass or
velocity, and it should be possible for two ships to exist at the same
place, but dual appearance of two ships at one location during one
microsecond of time will cause a paradox."
"Resulting in.......? don't keep us hanging Data?"
"We will either cease to exist, blow up, merge with Kirk's ship,
suffer temporal dislocation or come out fine."
"How long till we cross paths Data?"
"Three minutes and twenty eight seconds."
"Can we change course at all?"
"Theoretically, of course, we are travelling through time, and
are therefore existing in a different second of a different year of a
different decade of a different century with each second that passes,
meaning that changing course may also be injurious to us."
"Do it Data," said Picard,"It's a risk we have to take."
Data tapped on the control panel at a steadily increasing rate,
until his hands became a blur, the ship shuddered and actually groaned,
something it had never done before.
"Course has changed slightly sir, it's all I can do, we will
however, brush against the Klingon ship."
"We will be all right won't we," said Riker, sounding
confident,"James Kirk never reported any temporal anomaly or
dislocation."
"No sir," said Data,"But the ships long range sensors were
ineffective, most of the crew lost consciousness and there was an
unforeseen power failure."
"Great Data, just great," Riker turned to look at the
viewscreen, it was blank, as it had been since they initiated the
temporal field. Then the ship actually tilted, and the crew members all
fell forward.
***
The Klingon ship sped into San Francisco harbour at an alarming
rate.
"Admiral, we've lost all power," cried Scotty through the
communicator.
"Damn," muttered Kirk, he turned to look at the crew,"Once we
land, get out of the ship, I'll get the whales out."
He ran of, followed by the marine biologist he had been forced
to bring with him from the twentyth century.
Curious, thought Spock, why had there been a power failure?
"Everybody okay?" asked Riker, the crew repositioned themselves,
everyone seemed all right.
"All decks status report," said Picard, Data checked over
reports coming through.
"Some minor injuries, no casualties," the android said, although
the fake skin on his head had been cauterized by the gas explosion in
his fight with the Borg Queen, some more had peeled away in the tilt.
"Data, you should have your head looked at, and replace that
lost skin."
"Aye sir," said Data,"We have emerged from the termporal field,
Earth has returned to the history we knew before being caught in the
Borg's wake. I beleive it is safe for me to leave the bridge."
Picard grinned as Data walked to the turbolift, the door opened
and Beverly stepped out, Data was about to greet her when she stepped
right through him, followed by another Data, with the skin back on his
face!
Beverly turned and looked at Data,"Well, you still up for it?"
Data grinned,"Of course, but you realise what will happen if we
get caught?"
"Who cares," she said, Picard noticed that her speech was
slurred, and that she was holding a bottle of something, - Tequ - was
all he could make out of the label, which was turned from him.
"Tequila?" said Riker,"Where did she get a bottle of Tequila?"
Deanna stood up and stood beside Riker,"I took a bottle with me,
Zefram made me."
Data - the one without skin - scanned a tricorder over Beverly
and the other Data, who were discussing the ridiculousness of
regulations.
"They have no mass," said Data,"It appears I was incorrect, we
are suffering from temporal dislocation - what we are seeing has yet to
happen."
Suddenly Beverly rushed to the helm, and clumsily pushed a few
buttons.
"I thought she had no mass?" said Riker,"The board is lighting
up."
"A paradox sir," said Data,"Think of it as we are having no
mass, but the bridge, and the future me and Dr Crusher are real - or
think that the future helm controls are co-existing with the present
ones - it appears that she is disabling helm controls in any case.
"I'm ready baby," she said, she lay back on the helms, the
controls unresponsive to her touch now, and slid down her pants.
"What the hell?" said Picard, utterly perplexed,"What is she
doing?"
Once her pants were down, she removed her skimpy white panties
and spread her legs, her trimmed red thatch parting to show the pink
pleasure beneath.
"Oh fuck yeah," said Data, rubbing his hands together in
anticipation,"This is going to be sweet," he lowered his own pants and
his android cock sprang free. He lowered himself onto and into Beverly
quickly, and started to ram into her quickly, fucking her with hard,
quick thrusts.
"I don't beleive this," said Picard, he turned to look at his
Data, whose mouth was open in shock.
"Something is wrong sir," he said,"Given, I could be commanded
to perform sexual intercourse with Dr Crusher, but, regulations strictly
forbid sexual intercourse of any nature on the bridge of the ship, also
I am not given to talking in that manner."
"Well, sometime in the future you will be," said Picard,"My God,
taking advantage of Beverly like that, how did she let herself get
drunk?"
At the helm, Data was pumping into Beverly faster and faster,
she clutched his back and screamed in pleasure.
"Yes, fuck me baby, do me hard, your cock is so big."
"Of course it is," cried the other Data,"Dr Seung was so
embarassed of his....fallacy....that when he created me in his image he
decided to spruce up the image a bit, haha!"
He rammed faster and faster into Beverly cunt, and she screamed
with the pleasure of it, Data took the time to rip her tunic open,
revealing large, plump breasts. He began to suck on one.
"Immm," he said around a mouthful of tit,"You're a great fuck
you know?"
"Of course I know," she replied, gasping for breath as she slid
further up the helm with each thrust,"My husband couldn't get enough,
and that old bastard Picard has probably been jerking of over me ever
since we meet - he's always staring at my tits or ass."
Picard coughed,"She is drunk, after all," he said, hoping no one
noticed the growing tent pole in his pants.
Data suddenly pulled loose,"Hand and knees," he said with a
grin.
Beverly got on the floor, into the doggy position and Data slid
into her again, grasping her hips he tried a couple of experimental
thrusts, slapping against her ass. Then he changed his mind, he pulled
nearly all the way out, then slid slowly back in to the hilt, doing her
like this drove her crazy, she began gasping faster and faster.
"Oh god, I think I'm cumming....." she cried and then screamed
in pleasure. Data began humping her faster now, still pulling nearly
fully out, before slamming back into the Doctors tight cunt.
She grinned in pleasure and looked up, she happened to be right
in front of Picard, she shook her head as if confused,"Jean Luc?" she
said and suddenly she faded out of existance along with Data.
***
Picard sat at the table, staring at the other officers.
"Well, I for one would like an explanation of what just
happened."
"It's basically all theory," said Data,"But it seems that the
co-existance of the Enterprise and the Klingon ship caused a temperol
dislocation - resulting in time pockets throughout the entire ship, we
have several reports of crew member bumping into new crewmembers,
friends they were just talking to and even themselves."
"Do you have the location of these timepockets?"
"I beleive so sir, to prevent further encounters, I suggest we
quarantine those areas - including the bridge."
"We'll make use of the secondary bridge," said Picard.
"Can you explain how Dr Crusher 'saw' the Captain?" asked
Deanna.
"We don't know that she did, perhaps the Captain of that time
emerged on the bridge, perhaps a future Captain appeared and was unaware
of her - or perhaps the two timepockets joined briefly before
seperating."
"Can we change what's going to happen?" asked Riker,"One of the
crewmen bumped into his ' replacement', apparently he died in a gas
explosion in two weeks time. He's in sickbay in shock."
"The future is not set," replied Data,"I for one, am not going
to replace my skin until this problem is dealt with."
"Perhaps, Deanna" spoke up Worf, who had remained quiet so
far,"You should get rid of that bottle of Tequila?"
"Excellent," said Data,"If Dr Crusher does not get drunk she
will likely not perform the endeavour."
"Where is Dr Crusher?" asked Picard, they all looked around, no
one knew,"Computer, locate Doctor Crusher."
"Dr Crusher is in holoroom one."
"Worf, take her to sickbay or her quarters," said Picard, the
Klingon nodded and left.
"Right," said Picard,"Let's begin evacuation."
***
Five minutes later Deanna sat in her quarters, staring at the
bottle of Tequila, it seemed a shame to just...chuck it out....., she
looked around her quarters, then grabbed a glass, opening the bottle she
poured some in.
"For Zefram," she said, and belted it back.
***
Worf entered holoroom 1, the grid glowed softly, no program was
being run, Beverly stood in the centre, arms spread out, smiling.
"Isn't it beautiful," she said with a smile.
"Dr Crusher," said Worf in his deep baritone, wishing to be back
on DS9 where the only odd thing that happened was invading Cardassians,
playing politics with power hungry Bajorans and poker with Ferengi.
"Yes, what is it?" asked Beverly, her eyes remained closed.
"There is no program running," he said simply.
She smiled,"Of course I didn't mean it Jean Luc."
Worf's eyes widened, he swung his arm at Beverly and it passed
right through, grabbing a tricorder he pointed it at her,"No mass," he
said simply, and ran out the door.
***
Dr Crusher yawned as she left her quarters, she had finally
gotten some good sleep after that trouble with the Borg. As she
wondered down the hallway she noticed faint singing coming from around
the corner. She turned and saw the corridor was empty, but the singing
was still there, the odd thing was, she could swear it was herself
singing, but loud and off key. The song itself was bawdy, then she
heard Deanna's voice join with hers.
"Computer," she said,"Locate Councillor Troi."
"Councillor Troi is in her quarters."
Beverly rushed away, missing the image of her and Deanna coming
into focus, supporting each other as they sang, Beverly waving a near
empty Tequila bottle.
***
"Dr Crusher is in holoroom 1," said the computer.
"Why is the computer registering a temporal anomaly as present,
if Dr Crusher is co-existing in two different places, the computer
should register both?" queried Data, one eye looked thoughtful, the
other was just a red optical in a grey metal surface, he had not
replaced his skin.
Worf frowned,"I thought of that, well not exactly......but,
listen," he strode forward several paces, scanned with his tricorder and
asked the computer again.
"Dr Crusher is on the bridge," he and Data went a turbolift up,
and Data asked the question.
"Dr Crusher is in Councillor Trois' quarters........"
".....Captain Picard's ready room......."
".......Ten forward........"
"..........Sickbay......"
After several trips Data sighed,"So the computer is travelling
through timepockets too, registering the same person in different places
all over the ship."
"That raises a bad question," said Worf,"How do we know that
people we are talking to over communicators are even there?"
***
Deanna was unconscious on the table, slumped forward and
snoring. Beverly picked up the half full glass and sniffed the
contents. She looked at the bottle, half full as well.
She hesitated, then drank the contents of the glass.
"Not bad," she said, then dropped the glass, to the table, she
clutched her throat and made a hacking, coughing noise,"My God," she
whispered hoarsely,"Need a drink....." she rushed to the replicator and
whispered,"Water."
Nothing happened, she asked again and again, then finally gave
up, she staggered around, the feeling should be abating, she thought,
but it was not. In desperation she grabbed the bottle and took a swig,
the liquid actually did soothe her throat, but when she removed the
bottle it began to burn again, she took another swig, then another and
another.
"Hey," muttered a voice,"Save some for me," Beverly looked down
and saw Deanna, awake and blinking groggily, she reached out and took
the bottle, which nearly slid out of her hand.
"Need it," whispered Beverly,"No water."
"Computer...water..." said Deanna, water appeared in the
replicator, Beverly stared at it, suspicious, then drank it down, it
soothed her throat some. She turned and looked at Deanna, who was
swishing the last part of Tequila in the bottle around disconsolately.
"I don't know how that stuff got you drunk," said Beverly,"But
you....." suddenly Deanna's sad expression made her want to laugh, and
she did, loudly.
"Huh?" said Deanna, looking around,"Wass'up?"
Beverly stumbled against the table and caught hold of it to
support her weight,"You," she said, pointing at Deanna and struggling
not to laugh,"Are so drunk......"
"Yeah," said Deanna, attempting to rise to her feet,"Well, look
who's talking."
Beverly spun around, almost falling over,"Who?" she said, and
cracked up laughing.
Continued in part 2...
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