Yes, the first official Manflesh of the Month is not actually a man. But we don't discriminate here, especially when there's a whole universe to traverse in search of some gentlemen. Gentlealiens. Gentledroids.
I am profoundly disappointed in a certain human Brit at the moment *cough* Hiddleston *COUGH* *hack* *BLARGH* So Lt. Commander Data represents something of a rebellious lusting streak. It all started a few weeks ago, when I decided one night that I just couldn't honestly die before understanding what The Next Generation of Star Trek was all about. I mean, how bad could spending hours hanging out on the bridge with Patty Stew really be? As a dyed-in-the-wool Original Series fan, I was skeptical, not of the quality, but the level of cheese. How could anything be as lovingly camp as my dearest Kirk, Spock, and McCoy? Well, TNG delivers some of the best cheese I've ever seen. But it comes with a healthy breath of fresh intellectual air that, let me tell you, salves my soul. This show is exact why I rarely watch regular TV anymore.
Enter Data. Adorable, shamelessly geeky Data. He loves Sherlock Holmes (a droid after my own heart!) and playing music and learning about everything he can upload into his brain. He's also... "fully functional and programmed in multiple techniques" if you catch my drift. Need I say more?
Yes. At first I made fun by noticing that The Enterprise must be running the AC pretty close to Antarctic levels because the "turkey timers" were nearly always popped under that thin uniform fabric. Why does a droid need nips? Maybe they really are temperature sensors. Anyway, now that we're safely into the third season and the Federation could afford some proper polyester, we can focus more on personality over the temptation to... I digress.
So here we are, having feelings (not only for Data; the rest of the crew feel like family now) and googling fan fiction. We're in deep. Deep space. With a new boyfriend. Who can do this:
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