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[The perusal of the brochure warrants a pause at the section about "robots", though he supposes he must be an exception to the rule. He would have to be to be here, he assumes.]

I suppose this is not the first time I have phased from reality... [It's said to himself as he looks over the other brochures, and even balks a bit at Nathan's. They explain everything and yet minimal information simultaneously. He finally abandons the brochures to investigate. He taps his communicator, first.] Data to Enterprise, come in, Enterprise.

[He waits for a moment, listening to the buzz of the communicator with a muted look of confusion.]

Greetings? I am Lt. Commander Data of the USS Enterprise. I am seeking assistance.

[He frequently sounds formal. Voice kind, not entirely flat but close to it. It's just a touch nasal, but not offensively so.] I am afraid that I am lost. [Even with a guide, he supposed that was the best way to describe this manner of situation.] I found a shop aboard Deep Space Four and it led to here, wherever here might be. Could someone please respond if anyone is within audible range. [He pulls out his tricorder to scan.]

I am getting no logical readings with my tricorder, they are in constant fluctuation. [Said to that someone that might-be-listening-but-he-wasn't-sure-was] Air quality is indeterminate. Gravity is indeterminate. Life signs are also indeterminate. Presence of atmosphere at all is indeterminate. And... I do not specifically recognize any of the visible star formations. It would take me approximately five hours to run a full analysis of one small area though to judge whether or not the positioning could be indicative of an earlier or later point in the Milky Way galaxy.

[He closes the tricorder and replaces it in his utility belt, as it seems that it would be useless here.]

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No [He says hesitantly.] I am simply surprised to see someone in a kilt. They are relatively uncommon where I am from. [Awkward. His gaze shifts and he changes the subject.]

Few measurements at all, in fact. My readings are rather ambiguous.

[Oh, is that all? Jamie seems relatively unperturbed by the revelation.] Aye. Ye might run into quite a few things that are different here. You're in a multi-dim...dimensional...

You're in a place where ye can meet people from different times and places. [Universes, too, but he tends to think of it in simpler terms. He offers his hand out.] I'm Jamie.

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May I ask what year you are from? [Then, when offered a hand, he shakes Jamie's, his own feeling a tad too cool and a touch smooth for a human's.] I am Data.

[That's somewhat tricky to answer, nowadays, so he decides to go with his birthdate, instead.] 1729. Well, that was when I was born, at any rate.

[His clothes seem to be rather more modern in make, however. And if he's noticed the temperature difference when shaking Data's hand he doesn't seem to be bothered by it.] Good to meet ye. What year is it where ye are?

I was activated in 2338. [He purses his lips tightly, now completely unsure of how to react, and not entirely certain he should have said that.] How do you manage to return here should you leave?

Oh, aye. [Again, Jamie doesn't seem overly bothered by this at all - in fact, he's reacting as if hearing a year centuries and centuries removed from his own is no big deal whatsoever.] All ye have to do is think of the Plane and ye come back. Like this.

[Without any further warning, Jamie vanishes from the Plane and returns a few seconds later. There's an apple in his hand, which wasn't there before.]

Ye can bring things back with ye as well, if you're touching it when ye go. Not people, but objects or food or even animals...

[He trails off, turning a quizzical gaze to Data as something he said earlier finally registers in his brain.] Hey, did ye said ye were 'activated' just now?

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[He blinks at the air when Jamie vanishes, and he's about to put his hand through it when he reappears. So he withdraws his hand and stares at him.] Yes, I am an android. ...A sentient machine. I think like a person, but I was built. It is complicated, I suppose.

[Not people, but objects and food. He lifts his hand to feel the back of his head, wondering if his phase discriminator is allowing for this transition.]

[That one actually gets a reaction, as Jamie visibly startles, nearly dropping the apple in the process.] A...machine. Ye mean, you're like a robot? B-but...ye look human!

[He backs up a little when Data lifts his hand up, a rather wary expression coming into his eyes. His grip tightens on the apple, prepared to throw it if need be, and he holds his other hand out warningly.]

Now, look, I've not done anything to ye. There's no need to shoot me with your lasers or your mind-control beams or whatever it is ye plan on using on me.

I.... usually refrain from any of those activities. [Jamie gets a strange look.] You must note that while I mentioned I think like a person, that I was not implying a psychopathic one.

[When all he gets is a strange look, Jamie relaxes, looking mildly sheepish. He's still a little jumpy from the past month.] No, of course you'd not be pyscho...psycho...whatever it was ye said.

It's...och. Look, I've had some run-ins with a few robots before, and it's been a wee bit odd around here recently. I'm sorry for misjudging ye.

Edited 2010-11-16 10:43 (UTC)