[ an evasive answer, one that she feels ashamed for giving, for hiding behind. it's true to some degree, as the collective would see this as an imperfection and see to it's correction. her fail safe would be reactivated and the ability to feel such high level emotions would be impossible, her body literally shutting down if she dared to reach for them. in fact, if data hadn't assisted her in rerouting her fail safe to function as a guard against potential viruses rather than her own human emotions, she would be on the floor. her cybernetic systems would've shut down while her biological functions struggled to continue without the technology they are directly connected to. ]
I am imperfect. [ and there's a part of her that still craves it. ]