"How's my Bestest Girl today?" Harold tweaked the nose of his nine year old daughter.
"Operating within normal parameters," said Lucy, holding up a doll clad in a mustard yellow jumpsuit. Harold's face paled.
"What a lovely articulated figure," he said in a strangled voice. "Where did you get it?"
"Julie gave it me," said Lucy. "It's Data from 'Star Trek'."
"Yes," said Harold through a forced smile. "The limited thirty year anniversary commemorative Data. Where did Julie find it?"
"In the attic." Lucy smiled. "Don't worry though. No-one had even played with it. It was still in its box."