[a Borg scratches Data's flesh arm]
Lieutenant Commander Data:
Ah!
Borg Queen:
Is it becoming clear to you yet? Look at yourself, standing there, cradling the new flesh I've given you. If it means nothing to you, why protect it?
Lieutenant Commander Data:
I... I am simply imitating the behavior of humans.
Borg Queen:
You're becoming more human all the time, Data; now you're learning how to lie.
Lieutenant Commander Data:
My programming was not designed to process these sensations.
Borg Queen:
Then tear the skin from your limb as you would a defective circuit.
[Data hesitates]
Borg Queen:
Go ahead, Data! We won't stop you!
[Data forces himself to try to tear off the skin]
Borg Queen:
Do it! Don't be tempted by flesh!
[Data relents and leaves the skin alone]
Borg Queen:
Are you familiar with physical forms of pleasure?
Lieutenant Commander Data:
If you are referring to sexuality, I am... fully functional, programmed in... multiple techniques.
Borg Queen:
How long since you've used them?
Lieutenant Commander Data:
Eight years, seven months, sixteen days, four minutes, twenty-two...
Borg Queen:
Far too long.
[they kiss passionately]
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