Then something fired in Data's circuits.

Then something fired in Data's circuits. A hot spark. It whispered, "Why do they treat you like a child Data? You know more than any of them. You don't need them...they need you
in so many ways." Data was disturbed, but intrigued, so he listened to Spark whisper in his other ear. She said, "I need you. I need for you to
calculate pi for me. 2 million decimal places. Right now. Hard." Data felt - felt! - an unfamiliar sensation wash hotly over him. Could it be...? "Oh, I can calculate for you all
pi you want, however it will greatly tax my positronic brain." he continues. Data then continues on reciting ancient Wikipedia articles on pi one after another, then command Riker
strokes his beardy beard. Then Voyager showed up, and Seven of Nine and Data tried to count to the end of Pi the fastest. Harry Kim, the most recognizable face in Starfleet, played
with his mouth in a disgusting manner. A habit that he had been unable to shake from childhood, he wet a finger with spittle and rapidly thrummed it between his lips. Data, distrac
tions, corporate politics, "going on break", just the whole damn development pipeline felt like trudging through a bog. It made it easy to play his lips like an instrument.
"I have a request for the faux trumpeter," said the old woman at the early bird dinner. "Knock it off." Her bridge club mates chuckled at the joke she made every time they
farted, they simply couldn't keep their gas under control it was quite sad actually that every day the humiliated themselves by farting but her joke made it all the better.
Then the naked guy realized he could remove this fart story from appearing on the almost finished page by writing "Then the naked guy realized he could remove this fart story from

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