DISCLAIMER: (and I'm not going to repeat myself in subsequent chapters) I do not own the rights to anything you may recognize from Star Trek.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Drabbles are stories that are exactly 100 words long, no more, no less. On a forum I'm a member of, they had a fanfic contest that involved writing a drabble. This is the one I submitted. I have done the wordcount in Microsoft Word, it IS 100 words long.
Data stood up as the night shift ended. It was quite early in the morning. He took note of the Earth date… February 2nd, 2370. It was the 32nd anniversary of his activation by the crew of the Tripoli… his "birthday." Not that it mattered. No one had ever done anything to commemorate it. He didn't mind.
He left the bridge as the next shift arrived, heading for his quarters. Perhaps he'd paint or listen to music until he was needed. Maybe activate a dream program and "sleep."
The door whooshed open... he nearly jumped.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" his friends shouted.