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Beverly does not fail to see the irony here in landing on this planet that grants empathic, even telepathic, abilities to its inhabitants and visitors so soon after expressing her desire to share such a connection with Daneel. But she pushes the thoughts of audience and narrative building to the side and focuses on simply exploring this new world, enjoying the fresh open air, so different from the toxic moon they left behind. Every day, she goes out, sometimes together with Daneel, sometimes separate, to talk to the locals and eat the hearty food and hike around the hot springs, then returns at night to their cozy little rented cabin built into the roots of an enormous old tree.
It's a retreat in domesticity that she knows won't last. Moreover, she'd never really be satisfied with it anyway - she's too much of a Starfleet officer - but for now, it is enough.
It's a retreat in domesticity that she knows won't last. Moreover, she'd never really be satisfied with it anyway - she's too much of a Starfleet officer - but for now, it is enough.

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She laughs gently. "I am a doctor you know. Trust me, no great harm will come of this. Just an itchy reminder of my own failings."
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It seems a very inefficient method of dealing with sun damage to him, though he's not sure he's in a position to decide what's better, either. His mind is full of gentle concern, faint curiosity.
"And your complexion makes you particularly vulnerable to this as well."
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"This is true, on both counts." She twists to smile good-naturedly at him. "This doesn't mean you're going to start following me around with tubes of sunscreen everywhere we go now, does it?"
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Even if he really, really wants to, sometimes. That's not actually a good idea. Partner Elijah taught him that. Still, humans are just so... fragile, alarmingly so, briefly alive but so alive, and the urge to protect them from themselves is strong, even if it does more harm in the long term.
"Would you tell me what you did?" Or think it to him, if she prefers.
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She turns back around again to allow him to continue his ministrations. "I'm afraid it is not a very exciting story. I simply went swimming with Jennifer and forgot to put on sunscreen before I went in the water."
As before, it's not images of the sunburn itself that he's getting, just cheerful thoughts of playing in the waves and relaxing on the sand with her friend.
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Daneel pauses, though, because he can't rub aloe into her back forever. "I believe that should help," he says, drawing back a little. "You will let me know if you need a second application?"
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"I spent some time in the markets, speaking with the locals," Daneel says. "I spoke at length with a young woman, an apprentice to a dairy farmer, about telepathy. She seemed quite amused with my interest, but was pleased to have someone to speak with while she worked."
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Daneel shakes his head slightly.
"I never thought very much about the potential of an entire telepathic society. This is... not quite what I expected, and perhaps not the only variation. It's fascinating."
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She shows him a memory of Lwaxana Troi, walking down the aisle completely naked in proud defense of her heritage and in defiance of a man who dared try to control her.
"Vulcans, however, are a much more private people, and can only share their thoughts through what they call a mind-meld, and only will perform the ritual with those they trust."
She puts one hand to his face, forefinger at his temple and thumb at his jawline to demonstrate how it is done. And with that comes another memory, not amusing, but tragic, of Jean-Luc bearing Sarek's emotional pain so the ambassador can continue his mission. She doesn't linger long on that particular memory, however, and moves her hand away with a small apologetic smile. It's not what she meant to show him of Vulcans, but it's the strongest memory she has of them.
"There are others, but telepathy is not a common trait to find."
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"And yet, for all the trait's rarity, it was merely a case of friend Giskard passing a programming matrix to me. I have wondered, on occasion, if it were possible to impress such a matrix upon a human mind, would telepathy result there as well?"
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