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Soong men 🤝 talking with their hands

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The Bitchiest Soong in History, and no easy feat "Borderland"

[allmyandroids]

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[thelastdayalive]

BRENT SPINER as dr. Arik Soong in Star Trek: Enterprise

[nightsteppy]

data, lore, and arik soong (mostly data) blinkies from geocities archives

my geocities tag | my page deco tag | my star trek tag

[idol--hands]

⚗️ This made my day ⚗️

STAR TREK: ENTERPRISE (2001-2005) — “Cold Station 12” (4.05)

[tennant]

Brent Spiner as Dr. Arik Soong STAR TREK: ENTERPRISE (2001-2005) — Season 4

[halloweenfrills]

Into Love: A Star Trek Tale (part 1)

It's always love, isn't it?...

That human emotion that goes so deep it cuts to the core of every being, even one like me.

As I lie here asleep, my brain function the strongest it's ever been, it's love that's keeping everything firing. Although sometimes the bad memories take over the good ones, making them dance away as the pain love can cause rips me open all over again.

Those screams...

Poor, human, desperate screams.

The kind of screams love can cause.

I can't help but feel like I'm not supposed to be here, although I am. Experiment number 3725, Khan, a mix of human and alien genetics created in part by Arik Soong with a team of others in hopes of a superhuman race to aid in wars against anyone who opposes the Federation. I'm created to fight better, think better, to kill better, superior in all ways. That's what they're hoping for.

Currently experiments are ongoing, myself being chosen now to be in a human setting, on Earth, simply to see if I can exist among them, a tracker hidden under the skin in my neck monitoring my every reaction to the setting.

I should slouch more as opposed to the stiff posture I always used while among these carefree beings, mostly human, drinking and laughing and trying to forget their stress and woes in this bar. Shifting in my seat, I ran my finger along the glass of the beer bottle I kept close, watching the condensation gather under my finger, making my posture mirror what I was seeing around me.

It was too easy, reading everyone that was gathered in this bar. The bartender who just wanted the night to end, the couple who shouldn't be together because they each had a mate that was oblivious to the fact they were here, the man in the corner who was too anxious to speak to the woman across the room. And then there was her...

Love.

That is her name because that is what I call her.

Called her...

Call...?

No matter where I looked my eyes kept finding her, landing, observing the situation. Sometimes when she smiled, obviously out with a group of friends, the gesture didn't quite touch her eyes, a sadness lurking underneath that she was trying to keep hidden. It was probably due to the Vulcan sitting across from her, the male sitting almost as stiff as I was, something that would never return the affection she was so willingly wanting to give.

This time I picked up my bottle and took a drink, the bitter taste coating my tongue that I swallowed down. Was her drink bitter? Probably not, she's had two now which flushed her cheeks, making the crooked smattering of freckles dissappear into the redness. So human. So imperfect. Vulnerable.

But, every being in here was vulnerable to me, unaware, and too stupid to know what I was and what I could do.

She moved, getting up from her group of friends, my eyes catching a glimpse of her dark brown hair bouncing to the rhythm of her walking and I decided it was time for me to move too. No doubt they were tracking how my heart rate began an exciting uneven beat as my steps were slow in tracking where she went, a feeling of excitement coming to my senses.

Just outside the bathroom doors she was standing, shoulders slightly slumped, and I picked up on the sound of crying. I should say something... My lips parted, searching for words but she turned around, a bit of surprise coming across her sad expression, "Mm, sorry-", she apologizes and my hands raise as if to say it's okay. Being this close, shr smells sweet, maybe it's just the alcohol she had, but something tells me it's her. I wasn't sure what to do about the tears that were coming from her green eyes, seeing them streak down her flushed face. I still haven't spoke yet but because she was crying I thought it was a good idea to wrap my arms around her, to hug her, being careful of my own strength as if I was embracing glass. Almost immediately she began to push back, half stumbling away from me, this silent stranger who suddenly embraced her in the back of a bar.

I let her go, my arms already feeling empty as she looked up at me, confused, drink clouding her mind while I watched her stare through her tears. "I'm sorry-I don't know why...", I began my own apology, "You look like you need saving." I was right, I saw that sadness, I saw this raw human emotion right in front of me now, and I saw how she longed for the Vulcan male.

Watching her lips part, I made no move to leave the moment and neither did she. "You're right.", she finally says, shaking her own head at her admittance, almost chuckling at it, how pathetic it seemed.

"I can save you.", I offer, coming closer, close enough to feel her human warmth, to know how soft her skin would be. This wasn't what I was designed for, this tenderness, but I was falling in love at first sight, a human phrase I find to be true.

She blinked, the last of her tears falling down her cheeks as she closed the space between us, getting on her toes as she pressed her lips to mine. Feeling her kiss me awoken something, our arms now reaching to pull us together as we kissed as strangers, my arms holding her drunken body to mine.

It was now that I discovered another way I was genetically superior, even designed to fuck better, the tracker picking up the rhythm of my accelerated heart as I gave into that male need and desire to claim something as my own and I choose her. I choose Love.

That night in her bed as we connected, my hands careful yet leaving greedy red splotches on her skin everywhere I grabbed, I felt like this was were I belonged, inside of her, making her feel every human pleasure she could experience. I watched in fascination as she fell over the edge, panting and begging for more as I felt myself chasing my own pleasure, over and over inside of her. That's how we spent the night, tangled together in human passion.

That night, myself, Khan, experiment number 3725, I found love.

[cakesandsnouts]

The Soong Family; according to @airyairyaucontraire​‘s hilarious tags on this post 

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Lal Soong

Sauce

the soong boys (insp.) 

[spockvarietyhour]

Star Trek: Enterprise "Borderland"

[thelastdayalive]

BRENT SPINER Star Trek: Enterprise (2001-2005) 04x05

[fakedtales]

It’s Monday, it’s time for Casual Trek and today we’ve got a triple bill of Enterprise episodes!

We’re all the way into season four, after the Space War on Terror and have to deal with Arik Soong’s genetically-engineered youths who’ve stolen a Klingon Bird of Prey and gone on the run looking like the most CW Network version of Wrath of Khan.

The first episode is Borderland, where the Enterprise are waylaid by Orion slavers including Big Show, from The Wrestling.

The second episode, Cold Station 12 brings us one of those fun Federation space stations, filled with genetically engineered embryos and deadly viruses!

The final part, The Augments, has Dr Arik Soong finding that the kids aren’t alright, even when you’ve genetically engineered them!

You can find the latest Casual Trek episode on all good podcatchers, scrawled on Arik Soong’s prison cell walls or here: https://open.spotify.com/show/22vInew8Qxo5K26tNUUHJZ

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[themurdochmemesteries]

y’all i forgot arik soong’s name and called him “augment daddy guy” 😭

[welcometojurassicparker]

In the Arms of the Father.

A 1000+ word short story about Lore and Arik Soong (who somehow managed to time travel to the 24th century). Bonus: B-4 mention.

The desultory disposition incarcerating the android in some sort of feedback loop, caused him to pace restlessly back and forth in front of the tall window. At irregular intervals, he became stationary and tossed a melancholy look at the view, watching the sun dip behind the precipitous mountain ridges which he was so keen on defying. In all honesty, he wasn’t convinced that the grounds of the android’s affinity for the mountains lay solely with his fascination for the sublime — he was cognisant of Lore’s episodic indulgences during which he’d entomb himself in layers of Romantic poetry. Lore was constantly at war with himself, his emotions, his traumas... And although he seldom — if ever — divulged anything about his past, his vindictive endeavours, his liaison with the Crystalline Entity, and his deliberate act of betrayal — if one could call it that —, he knew better. The android had grown attached to the mountains, because they were a sanctuary where he could practise his habitual propensity of dissociation without anyone reproaching him; he could wallow in his sorrows without anyone interrupting him…

    Quietly, Arik regarded the boy; Lore seemed exceptionally disquieted this late afternoon; his broad shoulders were taut with tension, his dark, customarily slicked back hair dishevelled, as if his slender fingers had careened through it in an apprehensive, almost obsessive, kind of way. Strands of brown decorated his iridescent forehead — a hairstyle bearing a slight semblance to his, apart from the fact that his was silver instead of auburn. His eyes, phosphorescent in the dusk-drenched room, were imbued with an emotion that could only be identified as the onset of a panic attack.

    The last several days, he’d noticed that Lore had grown more aloof, more unsociable, sequestering himself from the others, preferring solitude over company — in Lore’s case, not the best remedy to overcome psychological afflictions and placate wayward emotions. Arik had tried to reach out to the boy, more than once, but thus far, his attempts had been futile; Lore was distrustful of humans — and justifiably so. He’d allowed himself to be bricked in inside an impenetrable fortress constructed of his own misery. It was truly a sorry sight to behold; the android had so much potential… If only he was willing — if only he’d try to let Soong help him…

    Lore hadn’t discerned him yet, standing, idling in the opening of the door, observing him in a similar way an exobiologist would clandestinely observe intelligent extra-terrestrial lifeforms — as he knew Starfleet did… And they called his experiments unethical. No, intruding on other people’s privacy — whether they had been informed of it in advance or not — was morally correct… However, the fact that the android appeared so thoroughly preoccupied with his own thought processes, so much so that his sensors hadn’t alerted him of Arik’s arrival, was cause for concern. The poor boy was utterly lost, and nothing could hoist him out of the well he’d tumbled into.

    Carefully, as not to startle the android and send him into a frenzy of agony, Arik rapped his knuckles on the door, a gentle noise, unobtrusive — this action garnered Lore’s attention instantaneously. ‘What?!’ he growled aggressively, clearly Arik had caught him at a bad time.

    Arik didn’t let Lore’s tone of belligerence deter him, and simply offered him a lopsided smile.

    ‘Oh nothing,’ he said unperturbed, his dark eyebrows ascending. ‘I was merely wondering if you’d care to keep me and your brother company — Bee wants to try roasting s’mores, in the traditional fashion, but I don’t want a repetition of last time, when he ate everything and clogged up his entire digestive tract,’ he reminded Lore, who had initiated a self-induced glaring contest. ‘The mess afterwards was horrendous. So, I need your help. You comin’?’

    He questioned Lore had even contemplated his proposal, because the answer was distributed before he’d properly finished his sentence.

    ‘No,’ he spat.

    Lore’s laconic state was another reason for concern… Usually he was talkative, bordering on the dramatic, yes, but talkative…

    ‘You’re being particularly monosyllabic today, Lore — what’s wrong?’ he asked, approaching the android — a bold move, for he wouldn’t be the first Soong to suffer fatal injuries at his hands.

    A momentary silence ensued.

    He could tell the android was conflicted, indecisive; he was fighting an internal, an imaginary adversary that withheld him from, prohibited him from talking to him. Lore’s pale lips parted and for an ephemeral moment his yellow eyes scintillated with something that he would’ve interpreted as a distress call, but at the very last second, Lore changed his mind, refurbished that façade of irrepressible, ineradicable anger, and closed his mouth again.

    ‘No, just leave me alone.’

    Arik heaved a soft sigh, shrugging his shoulders insouciantly, and yielded to the android’s request.

    ‘OK. Goodbye, then.’

    Soong span around and headed for the door, but he’d barely traversed halfway across the room when an insecure stammer disrupted the silence.

    ‘W-wait.’ His words a plea rather than a demand.

    He stopped dead in his tracks, a delicate smile of relief tugged at the corners of his mouth. Slowly, the turned around to face the android, his heart shattering at the dismal state he was in. For the first time, Lore looked forlorn, frail; he seemed to diminish in size, quivered under the weight, the burden, that had bedevilled him, that had haunted him, tormented him since his first day of activation. And now? it had finally compromised him.

    ‘Would you… like to talk about it?’ Arik hazarded.

    With a feeble roll of his drooping shoulders, Lore averted his gaze, and the subsequent silence that permeated between them spoke volumes — a feat words never, not in this lifetime, not in a million years, not ever, could have accomplished. The android had finally collapsed, capitulated to the ungovernable inundation, the onslaught of incandescent emotions that no longer tolerated being oppressed by his tyrannical rule.

    His light brows puckered in an attempt to rein in his emotions, but he’d already sanctioned them to effervesce, to nip air at the surface of the bottomless ocean he’d had been drowning in for far too long. Gingerly, a sinewy streak of yellow trickled down his cheek, an image that made Arik’s features distort with painful compassion. He could tell the android was still holding back, he loathed feeling weak — who didn’t?

    ‘C’mere, Lore,’ he said, inviting Lore to seek consolation in his arms.

    Surprisingly enough, a reiteration of his invitation was not required; the android launched himself into Arik’s embrace at a staggering rate and clung to him like a small child — like Udar… Compunction fused with irrevocable sorrow overwhelmed him, not only for his Augments — regardless of what they’d done —, but also for Lore. Especially for Lore. He wrapped his arms firmly around the android. The boy buried his face into his chest and let out the most desolate and miserable cry he’d ever perceived. Tears welled up in his own eyes, and he closed them.

    Incontrollable convulsions rocked Lore’s entire body as he wept — no — wailed; his hands trembled incessantly has he clutched on to the back of Arik’s shirt. In turn, Arik rubbed the android’s back comfortingly with his right hand, while kneading the nape of Lore’s neck with his left. His heart ached for the android, but at least this was the first step in a long process of rehabilitation…