i am from space and the future

I'm putting the finishing touches on my long-overdue Datalore story for TV Squad. It's taken so long, because it just wasn't coming together the way I wanted it to, and I couldn't figure out why until this morning. I'd written some really funny raps for Picard, but they just didn't fit in with the rest of the story. It's funny, but it wasn't serving the larger piece, so it had to go.

Talk about killing your precious babies! This is part of what I sent upstate to live on a farm with other words:

I'm Jean-Luc Picard, I'm chillin' in my yard
Underneath my chrome dome in the ship I call my home
Kickin' it with Data, my homeboy, my brotha
I wanna get freaky with Wesley Crusher's motha!

It's hilarious to me, but that's probably because I can hear the music in my head (and other voices that want me to do bad things, but I won't! I'll show them! I'll show them all! HAHAHAHAHAAAAaa!!11)

Cutting out all the rapping let me write stuff that's far more amusing to me, like:

Riker looks around the bridge, sees all the commissioned officers he has available to him, does a quick scan of the ship's manifest to see who's on duty . . .  and decides to send Wesley Freakin' Crusher to "discreetly" sneak a peek at Data. Worf says, "Uh, excuse me, Commander, but since I'm kind of in the security department and all, and I'm a big old Klingon, shouldn't maybe I go check this out?"

Riker replies, "I'm not going to lie to you, Worf: we all know that if there's anything funky going on down there, you're just going to get your ass kicked. So I'm sending the Boy Wonder and his giant brain instead."

Wesley jumps up from his console and shouts, "Wheee! I'm in Starfleet!" as he runs like a pixie to the turbolift.

Worf growls, but inside he's secretly grateful that he's staying safely on the bridge.

Lore, disguised as Data, is contacting the crystalline entity when Wesley shows up, and discreetly checks up on him thusly:

Wesley: Hi Data! Look at how totally in Starfleet I am!
Lore: Hello, Wesley! I am not Lore, I am Data! Look at Lore who is on the floor while I, Data, am standing here doing nothing suspicious!
Wesley: Wow, that sure does look like Lore! Neat! I'd better not call security or anything since nothing suspicious is going on here. Oh, before I leave, here are all the reasons I, and everyone else on the ship would suspect that you were actually Lore, disguised as Data, contacting the crystalline entity so it could come and eat our brains.
Lore: Hey, it's not unreasonable, I mean, it's not going to eat your eyes.
Wesley: Hey, did you know that I'm in Starfleet? I talk to the captain! I think I'll go talk to him now! Wheeee!
Lore: Thanks for dropping in and observing that there's nothing suspicious going on here. Run along now, you little scamp!
Wesley: Wheeee!

I also realized that my memory of Datalore is as divorced from reality as George W. Bush. I liked this episode a lot when it first aired, but watching it now, all I can see are gigantic plot holes and inconsistencies that never should have made it past the first draft. Gene is credited as the writer on this one, but it was done at a time when his health was rapidly failing, and I see Maurice Hurley's hacky fingerprints all over it.

I'm turning it in to my editor at TV Squad later today, and I'll link it when he pushes it live.