



Mark my words, Picard, this is your Achilles heel.
Imagine Data just casually going for a stroll on the hull of the Enterprise, no spacesuit, just magnetic boots to keep him from floating away. He wanders past Ten Forward and knocks on the window and waves at everyone. There’s a new ensign on the ship who has never met him and she sees this and SCREAMS BLOODY MURDER.
whoops my hand slipped
Most people are interested in my extraordinary abilities. How fast I can compute, my memory capacity, how long I will live. No one has ever asked me if my hair will grow, or noticed that I can breathe.