Lewis sat morosely throwing back shots of Aldebaran whiskey, desperately trying to get drunk. So far all the strong green liquid had done is make his feet feel soggy and full. Lewis Grimaced as he realised he was merely an empty container for the liquid; a type of moving glass or fancy holomatter flask. He could program himself for intoxication he supposed but if he was going to do that did he really even need the whiskey? He needed the whiskey to forget the disaster that had been his first shore leave. He could still hear the harsh laughter of the young Arkarian girls he had approached. we he had tried, rather frustratedly to explain himself they'd threatened him with police action and called him things he'd had to look up. It was defiantly not the fun filled vacation he'd expected. He was exceptionally intelligent and talented, so why didn't people; female, or male for that matter, like him? It was a question that troubled his photonic soul, or whatever it was that he had that served as one.  Eventually Lewis did the only thing that as an engineer made sense. He got up, slushy shoes and all, and headed to a databank to do some research. Somewhere they're had to be something that could help him.<br/><br/>Hours later Lewis realised bitterly that the answer was much simpler than he had initially thought. Everything he had experienced since being assigned to the McNair came down to one simple answer.....It was all his fathers fault. He'd been programmed by a brilliant but socially awkward man. A man who'd spent half his career in holosuites and the other half stuttering incoherently. No wonder people reacted to him the way they did! The Solution was even simpler he'd get a new face, and a new body with it. Something strong, handsome, and pleasing to others.<br/><br/><em>Hmm,</em>he thought as he walked the corridors towards the holodeck.<em> I wonder if I should grow a beard?<em>  </em></em>