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Data cannot feel.
“If only you could feel rage,” Fajo says. “Maybe you could fire. But you’re…just an android.”
Data’s systems replay the file of Varria’s screams as she disintegrated. Of his own uniform being burned from his body.
“Personally…I’d be delighted to see you go around naked.”
Data pulls the trigger.
Commander Riker inquires about the discharging weapon. Data does not lie.
Not precisely.
Fajo is given his own cage, and Data goes to see him.
“It must give you great pleasure,” accuses Fajo.
“I do not feel pleasure,” Data tells him. “I am only an android.”