Buffy belongs to Joss. Star Trek is Gene Roddenberry's. I'm just playing in their sandboxes.
Dawn glared at the door that had just swished shut on the ‘guest quarters’.
“Does anyone else think they’re monitoring us in here?” she asked.
Three hands went up in the air in unison.
“Oh, good, not just me, then,” she grumped, wandering toward the door Mr. Data had indicated contained the sanitary facilities.
Looking inside, she pulled another face.
“Great. Apparently we also need a tutorial on how to use the twenty-fourth century bathroom.” She paused, then added, “I don’t care if he’s an android and unembarrassable. Someone else gets to ask.”
“I think we can just ask the computer,” Willow said soothingly.
“Forget the bathroom problem,” Xander said, flopping onto the couch, which turned out to be far comfier than it looked. “I want to know why Faith wasn’t in her pod. Clearly something went wrong. And I don’t think the people here- or should I say now- know about it. They don’t even know who we are.”
“That might be a good thing,” Buffy said. “It means whatever caused that war Data was talking about wasn’t us. Will they tell us about that? I want to know what happened!”
“Hello, computer?” Willow asked tentatively. She’d noted previously that the ship’s computer seemed to be voice activated. Clearly voice recognition and natural language understanding had advanced considerably since what felt like yesterday to her.
“Please state your request,” a female voice replied.
Buffy clapped a hand over her sister’s mouth to prevent whatever Dawn was going to say, as she was sure it was going to be both very rude and anatomically impossible for a computer to accomplish.
“Computer, can you put a summary of twenty-first century history on a screen in this room, please?” Willow asked. “Particular emphasis on the causes and consequences of the Eugenics Wars and World War III.”
“The Eugenics Wars occurred in the twentieth century,” the computer responded, and Willow could have sworn there was a touch of reproach in the voice.
“Fine, computer, amend previous request to cover late twentieth century history also.”
A screen next to the ‘replicator’ obediently lit up.
“Right, first we find out what they know,” Willow said firmly. “Then we find out how to work the bathroom.”