She was smart, beautiful, and stacked. It was in the bag. Or rather, the Borg.

Seven was everything a finicky action figure could ever need. And as expected, he fell for her like a ton of isolinear chips.

Doc promptly designated himself the official entertainment director and signed Seven up for a barrage of social lessons.

They were inseparable. And it was so nice to finally be able to pour myself some soy milk and not have him hovering by to take readings.

But alas, all was not perfect in paradise. Seven started fixating on some extraneous medical apparatus during their discussion about dating. You should have seen the look on his face.

The poor guy was gloomy for days, and there was no cheering him up. He cancelled physicals, worrying even the other inhabitants. Doc's cognitive projection sessions grew longer and longer. We could only wonder what dreamworld he immersed himself into to run from reality...

©HolodocDR