I've just realised the one thing that no TNG thread could be complete without... Data's Poetry. - taken from the episode Schisms. Title Unknown Then we sat on the sand for some time and observed How the oceans that cover this world were perturbed By the tides from the orbiting moon overhead 'How relaxing the sound of the waves is,' you said. I began to expound upon tidal effects When you told me to stop, looking somewhat perplexed So I did not explain why the sunset turned red And we watched the occurrence in silence instead. and of course the all time classic... Ode To Spot Felis Cattus, is your taxonomic nomenclature, an endothermic quadruped carnivorous by nature? Your visual, olfactory and auditory senses contribute to your hunting skills, and natural defenses. I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations, a singular development of cat communications that obviates your basic hedonistic predilection for a rhythmic stroking of your fur, to demonstrate affection. A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents; you would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance. And when not being utilized to aide in locomotion, it often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion. O Spot, the complex levels of behaviour you display connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array. And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend, I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend. Now I don't know about you, but as a cat owner, this poem really gets to me. It may not appear (at first) to be the most heartfelt of compositions, but by the end I get quite emotional. Data's inability to spot emotion has, inadvertantly, managed to pinpoint a very true emotion that I feel for my cats. Often Data's quest to become a human and emulate humanity leads him down some ill-advised and confusing paths... but other times the fact that his mind isn't clouded by that which clouds our minds can see him slice right through to the meat of the matter. I think it's a wonderful scene.