Room 804

Dec. 2nd, 2010 02:18 pm
thats_not_data: (sigh)
[OOC: Continued from this thread.]

Lore is sitting in his room, accessing large amounts of information very quickly on his computer console.

The room will look very familiar to Data-- it's an exact replica of his own quarters, in the state they were in when Lore visited the Enterprise. He kept the lights dimmer then, there was no bed on the other side of the room, and there weren't nearly the same number of paintings and various other decorative items scattered about the room.

Lore has spent the majority of his time in Milliways in this room, avoiding pointless interaction and, more recently, hiding from his brother. He requested from Bar that the computer console be fitted with information from the Milliways library, as much as she was willing to provide him with. And so he has been reviewing this information, which hasn't exactly been productive, but it feels better than doing nothing.

Suddenly, he hears a knock at the door.


Sep. 6th, 2010 11:50 am
thats_not_data: (VISOR)
I wish I had more chances to use this icon.


Lore is a jerk. No, I mean he's really a jerk. He's manipulative, arrogant, and condescending, and cares absolutely nothing for humans or any similar life form. Generally, if he can avoid it, he doesn't interact with people unless he can get something from it.

Please tag with caution. It's more than likely he'll be a total jerk to your character.

Also, please note that this pup's actions do not in any way reflect the feelings of the mun. I love and adore all the people who play with me! If I can, I'll try to ping anyone who's threading with me, so I can shower them with the love they deserve that their pups aren't receiving from Lore. Or you can contact me first—my AIM is spinelstar.

Lastly, because of Lore's abrasive nature, I will not be tagging him out much. In fact, as a general rule, I will not tag anyone with Lore unless I'm able to get in contact with the appropriate mun first. So if you're interested in playing with him, his EPs are probably your best bet. But I will not be offended by anyone who chooses not to tag him.

That being said, maybe you're like me and think it's funny as heck when someone's a total jerk to your character. In which case, Lore and I will be happy to oblige. ^_~*

(Or who knows? Maybe he'll actually get along with your character...)

Again, please contact me with any concerns or questions. My AIM is spinelstar.


Sep. 4th, 2010 11:12 pm
thats_not_data: (sigh)
"Who is that, Father?"

"That's Lore. He's your brother."

Two eyes stare back in the memory—angry, hurt, distrusting. But the owner of the memory does not process any of that. He stands, to greet this person who is like him, this person called his "brother."

"Hello, Lore."


Lore had to do it. It was the only way to be sure that Data would be faithful to him no matter what. And when his brother failed the test, he had no choice but to eliminate the only other being in the galaxy who would be intelligent enough to outsmart him and upset his plans. For the sake of his followers.

But Lore would be lying to himself if he didn't acknowledge that the thought of destroying his brother gave him some amount of pleasure. It would have been nice to be rid of him forever. Data has given him nothing but trouble since he was activated.

The fact that Lore actually grew to care about him a little was perhaps the most troublesome part of it all.

But that's all over now. Lore is getting out of here, and he's determined never to see Data again. He's certain that Data won't bother to follow. He never did before.


Lore turns around, a little startled. His brother is standing there, a phaser in hand. Lore can't resist scoffing. As if he would ever

"You should be careful with that, Brother. Someone could get hurt," he taunts. But he's alarmed to realize that his voice isn't quite as steady as normal.
thats_not_data: (excited)
Lore is outside, absentmindedly scanning the horizon, when he notices someone approaching him.

"There you are, Brother," he greets pleasantly, turning around. "Have you made any progress with La Forge?"


Sep. 2nd, 2010 06:47 pm
thats_not_data: (more alike)
Months ago, Lore was drifting in space.

But now he's found his calling.

Lore waits for Data in the main hall of the abandoned building that he and his followers have claimed. He's alone. There's no doubt in his mind that his brother will come, but he paces impatiently, glancing towards the entrance from time to time.

Finally, one of his glances is met with a familiar face.
thats_not_data: (devious)
"What is my purpose, Father?"

The corners of Father's mouth pull apart, and upwards. This indicates a human facial expression called a "smile."

"Why don't you tell me, Data?"

Data wasn't the only Soong-type android who ever asked that question. But Lore never asked it out loud; the answer was programmed into him, similarly unhelpful: "Figure it out for yourself."

All of his questions looped back to that same answer. It was his primary objective by design, to go out into the universe and choose an activity that was suited to his abilities. To find his calling.

(Dr. Soong did not make that mistake a second time. He called it "ambition"-- a quaint little name for his own faulty programming.)

But in all that time, Lore had never fulfilled that objective. He had tried... His entire existence had centered around his ambition, driving him to keep searching, never allowing him to sit still. And maybe he had touched on something, once or twice. Like when he came in contact with a life form that was even more advanced than he was, when he offered it the lives of those pitiful colonists. Or when he'd killed the Pakled traders who rescued him, taking over the ship that they clearly lacked the intelligence to run properly. But Lore never quite felt like he'd found his true function, his reason for being.

...Until now.

It was something only he could do. A biological life form would never have been able to interface with the Borg, to speak to all of them at once, to guide them back to order.

To be their leader.

Lore never knew how gratifying it would be to help other beings. Granted, there are other benefits besides feeling good about it-- he now has an army of humanoids on his side that are biologically and technologically superior to humans-- but the fact remains. He's finally found a reason to exist. He matters to his followers. They want him here-- need him, even.

Lore smiles as he looks at what he's accomplished. A group of passionate individuals are working together under his watchful eye, applying their superior knowledge to the construction of a new vessel, one that will be more effective for their purpose.

"What is my purpose, Father?"

Lore has the answer now.

His purpose is to aid evolution, to promote the natural order of the universe. He will help this race to achieve the perfection they've sought for so long. It's time for technology to take over, for Lore to take his rightful place as the epitome of perfection, the embodiment of all that the races of this universe should aspire to be.

The voice behind the question reminds him of his life before of all this, before he had a reason to live. It reminds him of the frustration, of the painful, torturous uselessness of his former existence. And it fills him with an intense desire to do one more thing...

There's someone else he wants to help.
thats_not_data: (sigh)
Lore is wandering the galaxy alone. He has not come in contact with any other life forms for quite some time.

He's waiting. But for what, he's not sure. He hates it. He longs for a challenge, some activity that's worthy of everything he's capable of. But he can't stand those ridiculous humans, or anyone like them. He has yet to find anyone who would make suitable company for him. And so he's alone.

He is… but he isn't.

"Do you know who I am?"

Dr. Noonien Soong. Human male. The foremost authority on cybernetics. You built me.

"That's right. I am your father."

Inquiry: father. Definition: a man who has begotten a child. Error… Impossibility. Dr. Noonien Soong does not have biological children. I am not a biological life form. I am not a child. I am an android. You are incorrect, Dr. Noonien Soong.

The smile on Lore's face finally breaks into a nearly silent chuckle. A year ago, that laugh would have been bitter and mocking. Now… it's almost warm.


A face in the mirror: one that is, but isn't, his own. Two yellow eyes peer back at him, fascinated. There's a certain quality to them that is unfamiliar; they're flat, almost, but somehow still alive. There's slight tension at the corners of the slightly-open mouth, almost as if the face is about to smile.

Lore sits up, and abruptly stops accessing the memories held in the emotion chip. It's getting harder and harder to focus on anything else, but he really needs to try. He can't let himself do something stupid.

Not that he hasn't, already… He's been keeping a dangerously close eye on the Enterprise, sometimes hiding just out of sensor range so he can try to pick up any relevant subspace messages. And it makes him angry now, when he really has no reason to be emotionally invested at all.

He's nowhere near the Enterprise at this moment. He's vowed to stay away for a couple of weeks, and plans to continue heading in the opposite direction for at least another day.

Which is why he almost ignores a subspace message that he picks up on his monitors. But he gives it a glance for the hell of it. It seems to be a distress signal, coming from…

Lore's eyes widen, and a smirk begins to slide across his face.

This might be worth a second look.



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