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and data said well as i am an android i posess no such sense as well. however i do have excellent ballance. and kept painting. and then data said many art theorists would argue that aesthetics as a concept are actually counterproductive to art, as the pursuit of art should include expressing emotions and evoking sensations in the viewer, and the traditional sense of beauty inhibits this.

and then he kept painting (some sort of surrealist disembodied head floating through a geometric maze of connected rooms) and the next thing he said his voice sounded a little different, quieter: as an android, i have no emotions to express. but before weyoun could reply he turned around and handed him a painbrush and said: perhaps you'd like to try, mr. weyoun?

and then there's a cut. cue A plot. next scene we see weyoun and data paint side by side quietly. close up on weyoun's canvas. it's a writhing dark mass of fuzzy shapes and distorted figures. inside of it you can make out thousand of little faces with their mouths twisted open in fear or screaming, eyes open, closed, some without arms or legs, clutching their injuries. dark fluid streaks down from them to the edge of the canvas, dripping to the floor, like tears or blood. in the background, a mountain of corpses. if you step away from it, the whole composition makes a sillhuete of a founder.

that is most illuminating, said data.

Eva Stratt:

reason 1 million why i love zukka: how extra insane it makes hakoda's family tree