TITLE: Lore's Poem
FIRST PUBLISHED: May 4, 2012
SUMMARY: Lore thinks about himself and his brother.
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I was too much like them for their own comfort
Because I was human but better than human they were afraid
Because of who I was, they were afraid
They asked for one less "perfect." How could I not become bitter?
They made you, Data, someone they could feel comfortable around
Comfortable in their own individuality— In their superiority over a mere machine
So they asked for you, Data— and I was left to rot.
AN: I wrote this after I watched Datalore, a little while ago. There's an even better poem sort of a little like this in my favorites.