#mytimingisdigital

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"---data, i was hoping to catch you." beverly holds a steaming cup of green tea and a plate of snacks; it's late, far later than her normal shift hours, and she's only just emerged from her lab down in medbay long enough to grab food and a drink before she's determined to go back to it. seeing @my-timing-is-digital at another table in ten forward this late is a coincidence she won't look over - she's desperate to pick his brain about a new idea against the borg. at the same time, it's been too long since they've chatted outside a senior staff meeting that it feels criminal.

"mind if i join you?"

[dimensionalspades]

Send me ➵ and I will bold all that applies to your muse — For Julian! :3

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Bold for always, italics for sometimes/interested

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.

[quantumstarpaths]

@my-timing-is-digital said: 🎁

↣ SEND 1-100 97 FOR A LYRIC BASED STARTER FROM MY SPOTIFY WRAPPED GOOGLE RECAP, OR 🎁 FOR A RANDOM SONG. ↣ take on me by a-ha

"I don't know what I'm to say." And he doesn't like that. He hates not knowing what to do, or what to say. He hates being stumped, but right now he feels that he is. "What..." he pauses, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips in anxiety, "what do you want me to say?"

[iamselfmade]

“If there is one thing I know about pie… it is that it does not look like this.” ⸺ Data’s attempt at constructive feedback (keyword being attempt; boi has literally no idea what he’s doing).

Hugh looked back down at the atrocity he had created. Despite being put in the oven in a round tin, it came out lumpy and vaguely fish shaped. The temperature of the oven had been far too high- the top crust was seared beyond recognition but the bottom crust was raw. It had, at one point in time, been an apple pie. Now, who knew? The apples had long since gone to hell.

A playful smile tugged at his lips. He looked back up at Data. "Do you think I could convince Commander Riker to try some?"

[doctordonovan]

 STRANDED :   for one muse to help the other who’s stranded on the road a random planet.

 this is certainly not her idea of fun   -    and,    despite everything logic dictates,    anxiety screams beneath her skin.    it is a messy situation...     yet it is one she can,    and will,    surely handle.    emergencies never truly effect her as they should:    calm despite a thousand things that could destroy her.    (   so why is this so much more difficult?   being around someone that sees so much more than the average person?   who cannot be redirected with the same ease she can use when people start being a little too interested in the things maeve doesn't say?   )    data is fascinating,    but his presence is less comforting than it should be.

                 get a grip,  donovan.

 hair is messily pulled up,    pointed ears unusually obvious as she continues scanning surroundings.      ❝   as great as your presence is @my-timing-is-digital​,    and truly,    it's reassuring to not be the smartest person working on the problem...    please tell me any of your equipment is working.    I can't tell if it was the shuttle crash or something in the atmosphere driving all of mine insane.   ❞

[lastsurvivor-a]

@my-timing-is-digital liked for a starter!

Ellen cannot help but smile, watching the cat with admiration. “Cute cat. You said its name was Spot?” She inquires, looking up at Data to confirm. “I had one once. His name was Jonesy,” she shares, nostalgic, “may I pet it?”

She missed Jonesy to bits, but maybe if she got to see this cat often, it’d help soften the sadness of having to leave him behind. Data seemed friendly enough to let her see it from time to time, anyways. “I wish I knew we could’ve had cats on board, I would’ve brought him.”

[dimensionalspades]

. "A bit successful, I promise I'll appreciate it more when we're- ah, out." If they got out, he stopped himself from saying, despite his desire to. He wasn't in the business of losing hope quickly, and he intended to at least do something before this cube tried to eat both of them alive.

"Well, I'm hoping they haven't quite annihilated the Starbase, I rather like living there." As dangerous as it'd become, DS9 was still home, and he very much intended to return to it in one piece. The Founders couldn't kill him, he didn't want the Borg to.

"I think so." He was never good at staying in one spot for too long, anyways. He tentatively stepped out, looking around before he continued. Stepping onto the bridge that connected to other structures, Julian looked around the area. A dozen other bridges, patrolling Borg in other places- clearly the Borg weren't at all concerned about the ship, and they weren't sweating about fighting the Federation. This was easy to them.

"If we were to try to sabotage them, a central structure seems the best way, don't you think?" He asked, eyes scanning for anything that looked particularly important.

Judging by Bashir’s response, his jocular remark had not landed — in all likelihood, due to their harrowing circumstances and the prospect of being assimilated into the Borg Collective.

'An attempt, yes. I was not successful?’ he pointed out, his observation rendered in an interrogative form. 'Apologies. Timing is not one of my strongest suits — at least, not in that context, in others, it is impeccable.’

He proceeded to the console and perused the information it displayed, adding to the particulars he had already stored to his databanks, until the Doctor disintegrated the silence again. “I wish I could turn my emotions off…” Data momentarily suspended his activities and, at an exaggeratedly slow rate, had the servomechanisms in his neck rotate his head to direct a prolonged, sideward look at the other Starfleet officer. One man’s nightmare is another man’s dream…

His yellow eyes remained tethered to Julian as he navigated the room; he could only hope that the Doctor’s propensity for getting into trouble would not impede — or worse, permanently terminate — their progress. A minor tilt of the head ensued the other’s exiguous analysis of the area beyond the one they presently found themselves in. Quietly, Data traversed the width of the room to Julian’s location.

'Perhaps they assumed no one could have persevered under such conditions and simply… let the survivors perish,’ he hypothesised. 'Or they are too preoccupied annihilating the starbase and fighting off the fleet — assessing a crashed shuttlecraft in one of their cargo holds is the least of their concerns. Shall we proceed?’ he added pragmatically, nodding his head in the direction of the bridge Julian had indicated. 'I have all the information I require.’

[belovedstars]

@my-timing-is-digital ( x )

sox could fairly easily, figure this all out for himself, could easily download the schematics of the enterprise and likely fix the problem himself, but he is not an engineer, and as such, doesn't want to do anything without data's say-so, so, while waiting for further instructions from the humanoid android, the feline one waits patiently.

"understood," sox replies, doing as he's told. it takes a moment, but since sox was made without thumbs or elbows, he's quite used to doing things in his own way. once the power is rerouted and he makes sure nothing else looks problematic, he turns and makes his way back to data, appearing a moment later. "i'm ready to return, commander."

[neomacaught]

@my-timing-is-digital​ gets a thing!

   “Hey, don’t worry.” 

   Neoma’s voice had the easy quality it always did — a relaxed lilt, an unhurried tone, expression placid and calm as an untouched lake. She lifted a bit of shrapnel, moved it from their path as though it were nothing at all, and smiled back at him, following her. 

   “I’ve got your back. No need to be all stiff.” 

[lehmccoy]

@scottyland​ If you tell another joke around @my-timing-is-digital​ I'm gonna hypo your ass.

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@my-timing-is-digital sent: ‘My apologies for the delay, Doctor. It had not been my intention to succumb to tardiness, but Spot reached a... functional impasse ⸺ for some inexplicable reason she managed to get herself entangled in the ball of yarn I frequently utilise for her entertainment. I had to release her from her self-induced confines before I could accompany you on the holodeck,’ Data said apologetically, his ocular sensors absorbing the familiar room comprised of the wooden floor, tall windows, and abundance of mirrors mounted to the walls. ‘I am available now and eager to continue where we left off.’

beverly smiles as she listens to data's retellings of spot; she's fond of the creature herself, and it doesn't surprise her at all what she's been up to. "it's not a problem, data. i've only just warmed up so you're right on time - i would hate to encroach on your bonding with spot." in a quiet little selfish truth, beverly is happy data has shown interest in continuing his dancing pursuits; there aren't others on the ship she can share the interest with. she ties her hair out of her face at the nape of her neck, and appraises data fondly. "do you want to try something new in tap, or should we continue with ballroom standards? i came prepared for both."

[dimensionalspades]

@my-timing-is-digital said: “Look at the stars instead of the dark.” — For Julian!

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. A week ago, Julian had asked Miles if he was turning into a pessimist. They'd been drinking again, Miles spending time complaining to the doctor about missing Keiko and how fun drunk racquetball might be. Julian had found it difficult to engage- as he had more than a few times after his experiences within the past year. And after his outburst at Quark's, he'd begun to wonder if he'd been changed too much by war, if that was good or bad. Miles had told him that war changed everyone, no one was the same person as they were before, during, and after.

. He remembered fighting back against that, telling Miles that the man hadn't answered him. Miles had stared at him for a brief moment before he offered him the succinct answer of 'no'. That'd settled it for a bit, but as he stared out of a porthole at the galaxy of stars around the station, he struggled to find some kind of hope to latch onto.

. "I keep wondering if there are more changelings on the station that we haven't found." Once, he found the wormhole an exciting anomaly. He'd soaked up Jadzia's reports and the information therein like a sponge, desperate for the knowledge she possessed on the subject. Now, it was just a reminder of what was on the other side. "I was gone for a month and no one could tell- how did they get all my mannerisms, my knowledge of human medicine, my relationships with others? It keeps me up at night, thinking about it. It seems impossible to fight the Dominion."

. "Look at the stars instead of the dark." Julian's eyes focused on Data's reflection in the window. His expression fell for a brief moment. Maybe he really was becoming a pessimist, thinking of how vast the dark was in comparison to the stars. But even in the dark expanse, stars shone from billions of light years away, both living and dying at the same time to their eyes, and the universe remained unaffected on a larger scale. Would that remain the same for this war? He shifted, trying to muster up a smile for the android.

. "I'm sure you didn't find me just to listen to me complain. How are you, Commander?"

[quantumstarpaths]

@my-timing-is-digital said: ☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity!!!!

AAAHHH THANK YOU!!!!!! thank you SOOO much. i know this is just a silly inbox game but like. i feel abandoned on this blog a little so im really grateful! i love you too!!!! you're really good at data!!!

i dont really send these things out much, but i want everyone to know that if youre seeing this you are one of my favorite blogs. i love you so much. i love you.

[iamselfmade]

Spot was graced with the impulse to ingest my pilea mollis, hence why she is presently wearing her time-out paper bag as a penalty for her erroneous behaviour. This does, however, not deter her from consuming one of my other plants in the near future. Unfortunately...

"Shame! Shame bag for Spot! A terrible cat! I am going to kiss her little paws."

[doctordonovan]

❝ in our next action, we can risk neither miscalculation nor error. ❞

there's no margin for error:  not that there ever seems to be with her work,  with any of their work.  it's all about careful precision   -   wound tightly enough for people's fates to tightrope walk across it without any kind of net.   lives have rested in her hands before,  it comes with the territory,   there can be no mystery so far out without things at risk.  maeve has never been the kind to relish such power.  never craving it,   never seeking it out,   unfortunate enough that it is simply in her nature to want to help.

but they're running out of time.  and,   worse even than that,  the crew is down to barely a skeleton number not already sick.

❝ I know,  @my-timing-is-digital.  please trust that I'm fully aware of that detail. ❞   there has to be a reason the few not infect remain,  something different in their blood.  ❝ I'm trying to get the balance between careful and fast right. ❞

[empathicstars]

She was quiet, for a while. The silence was no fault of his, for Aella was always silent — it was the speaking that was unusual, and difficult, and hard to entirely form.

But, in a way, she understood him. She understood what it was to desperately wish to be something you were not. She knew what it was to work for an ideal that others would find too ambitious or impossible. Cadet Data, unlike her, did not have shame. She had never told anyone it was her goal to be Vulcan — but she lived their life, silently subservient to the Kir’Shara, despite the fact that it had never been written for her.

“I am not other humanoids,” she murmured, in response. “I cannot give you responses that are not mine. But... if your programming does not include the wish to grow beyond it... would you not already have grown beyond it, with just the wish?”

The kaleidoscopic range of emotions that momentarily manifested in Aella’s countenance were impossible for the android the interpret. Had he said something offensive? Or had his aspiration simply rendered her confused?

    ‘I do not want to be nothing but a sophisticated machine in human form,’ Data replied promptly, his yellow eyes focusing on the library building that was located at a distance of 25.3 meters. 24.6 meters. 23.9 meters… ‘I want to become more than just a collection of circuits and subprocessors. I want to grow beyond my programming. Therefore, I have decided to believe that I am a person, because if I were simply a machine, I could be nothing else, and I find that difficult to accept.’

    The android averted his gaze from the library building and observed the Betazoid, wondering what emotions she was experiencing. Did his ambition to evolve frighten her? He knew that many people were already afraid of his superiority, and he could imagine that his resolution to evolve would elicit a disquieting sensation in them.

    ‘Do you think my goal might be too… ambitious, Cadet Moore?’ he asked softly. ‘I have never been granted the opportunity to share this particular version of my aspiration with anyone, until now. So, I cannot extrapolate the precise response this revelation will have on other humanoids.’