#Lbr though I'm probably being generous with the waking up later is sickbay part

[violetren]

I am watching TNG 6x26 and the borg prisoner is goading Data into joining him by playing head games with him about feeling emotions, and some dark shit is being said about Data feeling pleasure over killing, and being will to kill Geordi, and all the while there is still a crewman in the background monitoring the forcefield.

Can you imagine being that crewman?

The captain leave you to make sure one of the most dangerous creatures you've ever encountered in your career doesn't escape or do anything... Ya know. Dangerous.

His second, a star fleet lieutenant commander, your superior officer stays. Its common knowledge that he happens to be an android, and according to scuttlebutt also felt his first ever emotion yesterday.

Then the creepy borg starts talking. And it knows shit about your s.o like his name and his experience with emotion the day before.

Ofc creepy scary borg says something creepy and scary about your s.o finding killing pleasurable.

AND THEN YOUR S.O AGREES!

And it's not like you can say shit? Neither of them even seem to remember you are there. And it is your boss!

It was his first emotion, he might just be processing. Everyone knows it occurred under life or death circumstances. He doesn't have a frame or reference between feeling joy at taking someone's life, or feeling relief that he managed to survive, both of which could be called pleasurable.

You just gotta hold out. Keep your mouth shut, mind ya business, and maybe drop a line to the ship councilor later.

But then creepy scary bastard borg starts asking shit about what your boss would do to feel again.

And it's uncomfortable, but everyone knows the Lt. Commander is a rational fellow and this kinda talk will just go right over his head.

Except he isn't saying any of his classic top shelf conversation stopping lines. Which is... unsettling.

Then the creepy scary bastard dickhead borg asks if your boss would kill his best friend in order to feel anything again.

AND HE SAYS YES!

Next thing you know your chest hurts like a bitch, and the light burst of a phaser beam is dancing in front of your eyes even as your vision goes dark and you feel your body collapsing to the floor like you are experiencing it in slow motion from the outside.

When you wake up later in sickbay the ship is buzzing with the news that a lieutenant commander helped a fucking borg escape.