For an android, dreaming was a series of complex subroutines designed to simulate subconscious thought. Data saw himself as a blacksmith, forging a sword of pure light. He didn’t understand the metaphor, but he felt a strange sensation in his positronic brain.
“Is this what it means to be human?” he asked Geordi the next morning. The engineer smiled, realizing that his friend was closer to humanity than any line of code could ever dictate.
