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NOT QUITE FULLY FUNCTIONAL
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by W.W. Driller
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(June 1994, with
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apologies to PAramount)
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Data strode into Geordie's office off the main engineering area, his
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flaccid white penis held carefully in his hand.
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"It has been malfunctioning again." He announced. "I am unable to
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maintain a constant cellular fluid level required for penetration."
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Geordie looked up from the readouts of the last cooling system
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diagnostics his team had run, startled at the site of the pale limp
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object lying on his desk, at the metal plate and connectors glistening
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obscenely from the end that attached to Data's groin area.
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Geordie gingerly handled the detached penis, hooking it up to a small
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biocomputer he kept handy, punched in a few commands, watching it grow
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to full tumescence, muttering a few "hmms" here and there.
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"Well Data, I can't find anything wrong with it, the circuitry seems
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to be fine, mechanically it's obviously functional..."
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"That is most interesting. For the past five evenings, in Counselor
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Troi's quarters..."
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"Uhhh, that's allright Data..." Geordie hastily cut him off. A
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beaming smile crossed his face, he would've snapped his fingers but
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even he knew that that would have been be too contrived a mannerism.
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"You know Data," he began excitedly, "with humans these problems are
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usually all in the head..."
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Geordie opened up Data's skull flap, reaching in with a screw driver
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he made some minor adjustments to the main coil of Data's servo-motor
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solenoid.
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"I thiiiiink you were just wrapped too tight," Geordie explained.
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Reaching down the front of Data's uniform pants, he snapped Data's
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dick back on and began stroking. Data started moving his hips,
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thrusting his penis pack and forth in Geordie's hand, getting harder
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and longer, till finally a long string of thick yellowish goo spewed
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from the tip of his penis and shot across the room, knocking a small
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datapad from the desk. Geordie backed away from the flying stream,
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laughing, awed.
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Geordie shook his head, grinning his ubiquitous grin.
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"Data, you amaze me. It seems to be working again."
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"Yes Geordie, thank you." Data carefully returned his re-attached
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member to the confines of his pants. "You have been a great help.
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Judging from the distance and arc as well as the velocity of my
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ejaculate, it is apparent that the fluids had built up to an extremely
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high level that might have caused physical damage to Counselor Troi
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were I to have ejaculated inside of her while copulating. She will be
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most pleased when I tell her how you..."
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"Uh, Data, that won't be necessary..." Geordie hastily cut Data off.
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He was thankful for once that the visor spared him from ever having to
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look Counselor Troi in the eye, though he was sure she would find out
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what he knew, if he got within fifty feet of him, by the waves of
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embarrassment she would be sure to sense.
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Data cocked his head quizzically, "As you wish sir, but I do not
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understand why you would not wish Counselor Troi to know how you have
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helped us in this matter, and spared her possible medical trauma."
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"Uh... another time, ok? I've got work to do"
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Data cocked his head again, appearing to be accessing internal records.
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"Ah, I believe you are embarrassed at the knowledge of my activities
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with Counselor Troi. I will not mention to her that I have told you
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anything of our liaison, though I do not understand why it should be
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any more shocking than the triangular liaison between Commander Riker,
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The Captain, and young Ensign Crusher which you already know about..."
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"DATA!"
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"I confess I do not yet fully understand the complexities of human
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sexual taboo," Data replied, "I am sorry if I in any way offended
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you."
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Geordie caught himself staring fixedly at the motion the perfectly
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meshed gears controlling Data's hips invoked in the fibrous tissue of
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his synthetic buttocks as he strode purposefully from Geordie's
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office.
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"Yeah, offended me," Geordie muttered to himself. "Lucky bitch."
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