Taste What You Feel
She was never silent. Her voice was one of metal and digital information, passing in constant measures across the length of her body. The tiny creaks of her elegant form as she hovered in planetary orbit, silent from the outside, loud from the inside. With a desire to hurry, the Klingon ship that had been her last real meal was being incorporated at a more rapid speed then ever. It was becoming a part of her instead of being latched onto like a giant angry black growth, and with it every bit of information and build.
But she was growing hungry by the minute. She needed fuel to continue to grow. How could she get more fuel in this unsafe situation? Could she tell alha? Perhaps Ael would be a better choice.
Ael... She wanted to hear his voice (feelingsEmotions) again as well as Spock. They had been able to hear her from the inside. It had felt... different.
Her scanners swept out across space again, following the memory of warm hands running across the console that had previously sat there, but would never again. They would never be there again, tell her what to do, communicating how organics could.
Grief. Uan.
There were downsides to learning more of her own sentience. She could truly grieve.
She had seen her shikaen suffer and die, their bodies often falling prey to her own inner workings. The organic named Eihva had died, her scanners had told her, in the Environmental Controls. Saeih' died beneath her decks. Their remains stayed, and would always stay, within.
Something whirled within, warning. A signal, something she had been unable to pick up before. Immediately her computers went to work, dissecting the signal. It tasted of hevam and silver and she would have informed her operator that it was Starfleet. It was very weak, very quiet against the overwhelming silence of space. Even more surprising was discovering that it was being answered by the lhohnu'ey, hlai'vna.
Within a moment, her scanners were rushing through her interiors. She found alha and Ael within sickbay where she had left them. They were talking, spitting words, and alha's blood pressure was rising. The words of the hevam doctor had been to rest. It seemed Ael was failing in that.
She wanted to speak with Ael again (wanted, new word, liked this word). She wanted to tell him of her hunger, of the Starfleet signal, and reprimand him for not making sure their master rested. Before, they had been touching her. Yes, Spock had said so. (Medium: touch).
The Narada drew herself to sickbay, deciding.
But she was growing hungry by the minute. She needed fuel to continue to grow. How could she get more fuel in this unsafe situation? Could she tell alha? Perhaps Ael would be a better choice.
Ael... She wanted to hear his voice (feelingsEmotions) again as well as Spock. They had been able to hear her from the inside. It had felt... different.
Her scanners swept out across space again, following the memory of warm hands running across the console that had previously sat there, but would never again. They would never be there again, tell her what to do, communicating how organics could.
Grief. Uan.
There were downsides to learning more of her own sentience. She could truly grieve.
She had seen her shikaen suffer and die, their bodies often falling prey to her own inner workings. The organic named Eihva had died, her scanners had told her, in the Environmental Controls. Saeih' died beneath her decks. Their remains stayed, and would always stay, within.
Something whirled within, warning. A signal, something she had been unable to pick up before. Immediately her computers went to work, dissecting the signal. It tasted of hevam and silver and she would have informed her operator that it was Starfleet. It was very weak, very quiet against the overwhelming silence of space. Even more surprising was discovering that it was being answered by the lhohnu'ey, hlai'vna.
Within a moment, her scanners were rushing through her interiors. She found alha and Ael within sickbay where she had left them. They were talking, spitting words, and alha's blood pressure was rising. The words of the hevam doctor had been to rest. It seemed Ael was failing in that.
She wanted to speak with Ael again (wanted, new word, liked this word). She wanted to tell him of her hunger, of the Starfleet signal, and reprimand him for not making sure their master rested. Before, they had been touching her. Yes, Spock had said so. (Medium: touch).
The Narada drew herself to sickbay, deciding.