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by Jeffrey Harrison

When my nineteen-year-old son turns on the kitchen tap and leans down over the sink and tilts his head sideways to drink directly from the stream of cool water, I think of my older brother, now almost ten years gone, who used to do the same thing at that age;

And when he lifts his head back up and, satisfied, wipes the water dripping from his cheek with his shirtsleeve, it's the same casual gesture my brother used to make; and I don't tell him to use a glass, the way our father told my brother,

because I like remembering my brother when he was young, decades before anything went wrong, and I like the way my son becomes a little more my brother for a moment through this small habit born of a simple need,

Data screenshot study

Dance, Bev! Dance!

But it was Saturday night, I guess that makes it all right

And you say, "What have I got to lose?"

And honey, I say Little Red Corvette

Baby, you're much too fast

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Lore with long hair that he styles into warrior braids. Or a pony tail like Worf's.

The Captain’s ideas are: Data's is the usual slicked back, neat look; Soong's and B4's are a bit of a mess; and Lore could let his grow out.

Data’s Head, Star Trek TNG