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[SNORING]
RIKER [OVER COM]: Riker to Ensign Crusher.
Go ahead.
- Forget to set your alarm, Wesley? WESLEY: Yes, sir.
I'm very sorry. I'll be right there.
PICARD: Captain's log, stardate 43125.8.
We have entered a spectacular binary star system in the Kavis Alpha sector
on a most critical mission of astrophysical research.
Our eminent guest, Dr. Paul Stubbs,
will attempt to study the decay of neutronium
expelled at relativistic speeds from a massive stellar explosion
which will occur here in a matter of hours.
Ensign, our position?
Approaching 1 million kilometers from the neutron star, sir.
Slow to one-third impulse power.
STUBBS: Spectacular, isn't it, my young friend?
Yes, sir.
Over and over again,
the intense gravitational pull of the little neutron star
sucks up the star material from the red giant,
and it builds up on the surface until it explodes.
Every 196 years.
Like clockwork.
And it is but 18 hours away.
Eighteen hours, seven minutes and ten seconds, doctor.
The interstellar counterpart to Earth's Old Faithful.
The only predictable burst of energy in the universe
that can accomplish our goal.
Doctor, if you would like to make one final inspection of the unit—
Captain, I have been inspecting the egg for the last 20 years.
You may lay it when ready.
Begin launch sequence.
Shuttlebay 2, stand by to launch the egg.
CREW MEMBER: Standing by, commander.
[SIREN BLARING]
Five minutes to launch site.
[ENGINES WHOOSHING]
- Stabilize. - The ship isn't responding, sir.
PICARD: Engineering. Report, Mr. La Forge.
Checking for failure of inertia dampeners.
Instruments say they're working.
Captain, we're heading straight to the path of that stellar matter.
Shields up.
Negative. The shields will not respond.
PICARD: Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.
Its continuing mission: to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no one has gone before.
Thirty seconds to impact, sir.
Manual override on shields.
WORF: Shields are rising.
RIKER: Reset dampeners, Mr. La Forge.
Dampeners not responding. Unable to reset.
Reverse impulse engines.
Initiating reverse sequence now.
Our momentum is still carrying us into the path of the stellar matter.
Twelve seconds to impact, sir.
Prepare for impact.
Medical personnel, report to the Bridge.
Commander Data, check all systems.
All systems functioning normally, sir.
Computer, explain control malfunction.
COMPUTER: has been recorded.
[KEYBOARD BEEPING]
Just lay down carefully. There you go.
Dr. Stubbs,
the captain asked me to tell you our systems are back to normal
and we can try another launch attempt as soon as you're ready.
Quite a dynamic family team, you Crushers.
Well, it's nice to be together again.
I was at Starfleet Medical for a year.
I missed about 2 inches of him.
Hmm.
I'm not sure I'd want my mother to be flying through space with me.
No, I take that back.
I am sure I wouldn't want her.
My mother is a formidable woman too.
A woman of letters. A great critic.
I know.
Good Lord, son, you didn't read that unauthorized biography?
Is this all this boy does, doctor, fly the ship and read?
Doesn't he ever have any fun?
Sure he does.
Actually, most of my free time is taken up with my studies.
I'm trying to get into Starfleet Academy
and I earn credits for the time spent on the Enterprise,
but it's just not the same.
NURSE: You ready to sit up?
Well, I am whole again.
Thank you, doctor.
Come along, Wesley. Let's go see if Humpty Dumpty is still in one piece.
Computer, fix the food slot.
COMPUTER: The food slot is functioning properly.
Well, check again.
COMPUTER: The food slot is functioning properly.
Computer, deactivate food slot.
We're analyzing the engineering systems data, captain.
So far, we're showing nothing unusual
in the computer log for that time period.
Run a level-one diagnostic series.
Come.
I, uh—
I want a computer that's 100 percent to expedite Dr. Stubbs' experiment,
as well as the food slots in Sickbay. Picard out.
Which seem to be working again, for the moment, anyway.
What can I do for you, doctor?
[SIGHS]
Jean-Luc, how would you feel if you were a 17-year-old
and the only Starfleet officer whose mother was on board?
Inhibited, I suppose.
Hm.
But then I'm not Wesley.
And if you are concerned about him,
I see no evidence that there is a problem.
I know, but in a funny way, that's exactly my point.
We talk, we smile. It's almost too poli te.
Beverly, isn't it just a matter of time?
I know how difficult it was for you being away.
[SCOFFS]
Tell me about him.
Well, he's becoming a very fine officer.
He works as hard as any member of the crew.
- Riker says his studies are on line. - No.
Tell me about him.
He's his father's son.
Honest.
Trusting.
Strong.
Mm.
Does he have many friends?
Has he ever been in love?
Um...
Jean-Luc, I'm worried.
He's come so far so fast, and since I've been back, I don't feel—
His dependence.
Beverly, look, he's—
He's 17 years old.
What were you doing when you were 17?
Probably getting into more trouble than Wesley, I can assure you.
So was I. Isn't that what 17's supposed to be?
No cracks in the armor.
We'll do just fine.
How can you be so calm about this?
If I were about to make this kind of breakthrough—
I have never doubted for a moment that this day would come, Wesley.
And I suspect that someday, it will come for you as well.
I see a lot of me in you.
In my youth, they called me a wunderkind.
Do you understand "wunderkind"?
- It's German, isn't it? - Mm-hm.
It means "wonder child."
It is reserved for those of us who achieve early in life.
- Now the burden is yours. - Burden?
To fulfill your potential.
You will never come up against a greater adversary
than your own potential, my young friend.
[ALARM BLARING]
Red alert. Return to quarters immediately.
Still no visual contact. That's impossible.
Mr. Worf, same magnification, 50 degrees starboard.
Worf, you're absolutely sure?
Sensors clearly indicate the approach of a Borg vessel.
Shields up.
WORF: Shields are not responding.
Manual override is jammed.
It's not gonna work this time. We don't have the shields.
Captain, they're firing energy weapons at us.
Evasive action.
Bring her around to 275, mark 3.
Predict current vector of Borg vessel.
Vector...
is gone.
And so is the Borg ship.
Are you telling me this is another computer glitch?
It is conceivable that he was viewing a synthetically generated image, sir.
That our computer was daydreaming?
Computer, identify malfunction immediately.
COMPUTER: Pawn to bishop 4.
Knight to king's rook 3.
Bishop to queen's bishop 4.
Knight to knight 5.
- Queen's knight to king 2. - Controls are not responding, sir.
Queen to bishop 3. Bishop to bishop 2.
Impulse engines are down.
Try warp engines.
No. Sorry, commander. I'd better get back to Engineering.
Mr. La Forge, I want Lieutenant Worf to accompany you.
Get me a full report on the prospects of getting our shields back.
Number One, Mr. Data,
will you join me in the conference room as soon as possible?
It's time to discuss the future of this mission,
if there still is one.
The fact of the matter is
we are dealing with the potential breakdown of the main computer.
That's hard to accept.
The system automatically provides for self-correction, captain.
There's not been a systems-wide technological failure
on a starship in 79 years.
Excuse me, captain, but Dr. Stubbs is waiting outside.
Captain.
I'm sure you have everything under control.
I'd just like to know what's going on.
Of course, doctor. Sit down.
Counselor.
Commander La Forge is attempting repairs even as we speak.
Attempting? That doesn't sound particularly reassuring.
Doctor, if at all possible,
we will continue this mission as planned.
Captain, if we miss our chance now,
we don't get another for two centuries.
There will be many questions asked
by Starfleet if the Enterprise fails in its duty.
Hmm.
Nevertheless, my first and foremost consideration
will be to insure the safety of this ship and its crew.
Insure the safety, captain?
Or are you really talking about playing it safe?
My dear doctor, in our current position,
when that star explodes, you will get to watch your experiment
from the inside out.
I would rather die than leave.
I don't believe you speak for the majority of the crew.
Dr. Stubbs, I know how much this means to you.
My dear counselor, no insult intended,
but please turn off your beam into my soul.
I will share the feelings I wish to share.
Well, if we do not leave in time, so be it.
It's one sure way into the record books, eh?
His nonchalance is studied and practiced.
Mm-hm. Even my sensory perception picked that up.
He's put his entire self-worth on the line with this experiment.
He's telling the truth when he says he'd rather die than leave.
Call up the cross-section of computer core processor 451.
- I wanna see elements 0200 to 0300. ENGINEER: Aye, sir.
In order to get some power, I had to bypass the computer core,
essentially hot-wire the connection.
Whoa, whoa, right there.
Look at that lesion. No wonder we're coming apart at the seams.
It's definitely some kind of continuing disintegration,
but from what, I can't tell you.
I haven't the slightest idea how to stop it.
It's just a mechanical problem though, right?
Increase magnification, factor 50.
I don't know, Wes, but looking at it,
you know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say somebody had climbed in there
and started taking it apart.
[WHIRRING]
Guinan.
I didn't think anyone would be here.
I've never been any good at being confined to quarters,
as my husbands will attest to.
What's that?
I'm just setting traps.
- I run a clean place. - I know.
It's not that. It's—
I'm scared, Guinan.
I think that everything that's been going wrong might be my fault.
You wanna tell me about it?
I've been working on my final project for advanced genetics.
It's on nanotechnology.
I've been studying the nanites we have in the Sickbay genetic supplies.
These little tiny robots with gigabytes of mechanical computer memory.
They're designed to enter living cells and conduct repairs.
They're supposed to remain confined to the lab.
Are you saying there are nanites loose?
Two of them. That's all.
I just wanted to see how they would interact and function in tandem.
See, in my experiment I had proposed a theory
that by working together,
they could combine their skills and increase their usefulness.
It was working.
So you made better nanites?
I was pulling an all-nighter to collect my final data.
I fell asleep.
And when I woke up, I saw the container had been left open.
It's just a science project.
You know, a doctor friend once said the same thing to me.
Frankenstein was his name.
They're really harmless.
I mean, they're equipped with only the most basic of skills.
It's almost impossible they could be responsible.
Almost.
[OVER COM]: Dr. Crusher to Wesley Crusher.
Go ahead.
I stopped by your quarters, Wes.
I assumed you'd be there since you're off-duty.
I know. I just had some things to do.
Orders are orders, Mr. Crusher.
On my Way-
You won't tell anybody, will you?
I know. I Will.
If it's true.
Wes, do you think you're gonna get a good grade?
I always get an A.
So did Dr. Frankenstein.
PICARD: Captain's log, supplemental.
Our computer core has clearly been tampered with
and yet there is no sign of a breach of security on board.
We have engines back and will attempt to complete our mission,
but without a reliable computer,
Dr. Stubbs' experiment is in serious jeopardy.
Manual restart sequence.
Manual restart successful.
Impulse engine functions all appear normal.
- Proceed. - Shuttlebay 2, open hangar door.
CREW MEMBER: Aye, sir.
Door did not respond.
Repeating sequence.
[COMPUTER BLARING "STARS AND STRIPES FOREVER']
What in heaven's name?
It is "Stars and Stripes Forever," sir, by John Philip Sousa,
an American composer of band music in the early 20th century.
- Yes, yes, I know that. - Computer, shut off the music.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
The music is on all communications channels, sir.
Weapons, power, communications.
We're being stripped one system at a time.
Shut off the power to the Bridge.
Commander La Forge, can you get us out of this star system safely?
- No. - Not now, doctor.
I'll try, captain. I don't wanna overload the engines.
Do it gently, but do it.
We'll circuit in the power to the Bridge.
Somehow we'll silence Sousa if he decides to play an encore.
The priority is to find out who or what is doing this.
Number One, the Bridge, such as it is, is yours.
The egg that Stubbs laid.
No one will say that.
Nobody will say anything at all, Wesley.
We will not even be mentioned.
I could live with failure.
Well, maybe not.
But not even to try, to miss your one chance at bat.
Do you know baseball?
Yes, my father taught it to me when I was young.
Once, centuries ago,
it was the beloved national pastime of the Americas, Wesley.
Abandoned by a society that prized fast food and faster games.
Lost to impatience.
But I have seen the great players make the great plays.
Do you recreate them on the holodeck?
No.
In here.
With the knowledge of statistics, runs, hits and errors,
times at bat, box scores.
Men like us do not need holodecks, Wesley.
I have played seasons in my mind.
It was my reward to myself.
For patience.
Knowing my turn would come.
Call your shot.
Point to a star.
One great blast and the crowd rises.
A brand-new era in astrophysics
postponed 196 years...
on account of rain.
[INSTRUMENT BEEPING]
[INSTRUMENT CONTINUOUSLY BEEPING]
We have to talk.
You really look like you could use some rest, Wesley.
I know.
It's okay, really.
No, it's not okay, really.
Look, Morn, I'm just checking some traps that I set
to see if I can find out what's happening to the Enterprise.
On someone's orders?
We're running out of time for Dr. Stubbs.
You can't put everything on your shoulders, Wesley.
Even when you're off-duty, you're on-duty.
Mom, you don't understand.
You are a 17-year-old.
I am also an acting officer and I have responsibilities.
I'm beginning to think maybe you've taken on too many responsibilities.
Look, I have done everything that everyone has asked of me and more.
And how can you know? You haven't even been here.
I'm here now, Wesley.
Come on. I'll help you.
What are you looking for?
Wesley.
I think I've made a horrible mistake.
Nanites. Tiny machines built from the atom up.
Designed for exposure only to the inside of nuclei
during cellular surgeries.
Until then, they are kept tightly contained in a non-functioning state.
These are not ordinary nanites.
No. They have evolved.
STUBBS: Evolved.
How does a machine evolve?
It's true.
I am responsible for this.
I allowed two of the nanites to interact for a school project.
I wanted to increase their capabilities.
And they escaped.
School project?
Just how far have these things evolved?
Well,
this is a sample of linear memory crystal from our computer core.
It's like candy to them.
CRUSHER: As you can see, they're able
to mechanically replicate themselves.
It is conceivable that with each new generation,
they enhance their own design.
The rate of evolution would be extraordinary.
How many generations are we dealing with here?
Engineering, display computer core processor 451, element 0299.
DATA: Increase magnification, factor 1000.
Can it be possible they know what they're doing?
Why would they attack us?
Why does a mosquito bite your ear? And who cares?
The answer is simple. Call an exterminator.
Dr. Stubbs, these nanites are now working
with a new collective intelligence.
Operating together.
Teaching each other new skills.
Oh, really?
I'm sorry, but this is nonsense.
You can't have a civilization of computer chips.
They're made in a plant in Dakar, Senegal.
I've watched the construction.
Then how do you explain what we've just seen here?
It's no more mysterious than watching a strain
of Leutscher virus reproduce itself.
And that, at least, is a bona fide life form.
How many disease germs and viruses
have you destroyed in your time, Dr. Crusher?
Dr. Stubbs, I cannot exterminate something
that may or may not be intelligent.
My good captain...
There's still time.
Ensign, will you work with Mr. Data to try to remove them safely?
If things get worse, we'll use stronger measures.
STUBBS: Gentlemen,
I need a computer that is 100 percent in less than eight hours
and we still have core reconstruction to consider.
We're trying low gamma bursts.
We think it may slow down their productivity.
Have you considered a high-level charge?
High-level gamma radiation will kill them, doctor.
I know.
I can't get the story of Gulliver out of my head.
Overpowered by Lilliputians.
How long do we have to wait?
We can continue to bypass the part of the computer that's affected,
but if the nanites are spreading through the whole ship...
[INHALES]
Do you smell a change in—?
[BOTH COUGH]
What the—?
[ALL COUGHING]
PICARD: Picard to La Forge,
we have an environmental system malfunction on the Bridge.
- Acknowledge. LA FORGE [OVER COM]: Aye, sir.
Nitrogen oxide, toxic levels.
LA FORGE: Working on it, captain.
I've switched to manual control of the a ir-handling system.
[ENGINES POWERING DOWN]
PICARD: Mr. Worf, report.
He entered a computer-access room
and sterilized one of the processors with gamma radiation.
The nanites in the upper core are all dead, captain.
You have no choice now. It is a matter of survival.
Dr. Stubbs, if you were a member of my crew, I would—
But I am not a member of your crew, sir.
I am a representative of the highest command of the Federation,
which has directed you to perform my experiment.
If any man, woman or child on this ship is harmed
as a result of your experiment,
I will have your head before the highest command in the Federation.
Good Lord.
You are talking about machines with a screw loose.
Simply turn them off and be done with them.
Dr. Stubbs, your own actions have provided evidence to the contrary.
When you destroyed the nanites in the core,
they responded by interfering with our life-support systems.
It is difficult to accept these as random actions
by machines with loose screws.
In effect, you may have proven
that the nanites do have a collective intelligence.
Captain, the ship is at risk.
Extermination may be our only alternative.
Good point.
Lieutenant Worf, I want Dr. Stubbs confined to his quarters
until further notice.
Mr. Data, can you find me some way to communicate with these things?
With intelligence, there is the capability of language.
But it will depend on how far their evolution has brought them.
We could modify the circuitry in the universal translator
to make it capable of communications with them.
Proceed.
[DOOR CHIRPS]
May I come in?
You just can't resist, can you, counselor?
I only want to help.
Yes, yes.
To break the shell.
To get in touch with my true feelings.
I'm only worried about your state of mind, doctor.
All right, counselor,
what is it that has you so worried?
Your single-mindedness,
your need to have this experiment work.
But it will. Picard has no choice now.
He must defend the Enterprise.
Counselor, when this is all over,
I will show you New Manhattan on Beth Delta I
as you have never seen it.
And we will laugh over glasses of champagne.
Your self-portrait is so practiced, so polished.
Yes, isn't it, though?
It's stretched so tight, the tension fills this room.
And if you finally fail,
I fear it will snap.
A good try, counselor.
But sometimes,
when you reach beneath a man's self-portrait,
as you so eloquently put it,
deep down inside, what you find
is nothing at all.
Lockman on first,
Dark on second,
Thomson at the plate.
Branca on the mound.
[CROWD ROARING]
[SCREAMING]
[GASPS]
He's coming around.
I cannot believe this was an arbitrary attack.
Has Data made any progress in contacting them?
STUBBS: Picard.
You must protect me.
Kill them.
Commander Riker, on my signal, we will gamma-irradiate
all the computer systems throughout the Enterprise.
Let's put an end to this conflict.
Worf, prepare to activate gamma-pulse generators.
Electromagnetic scanners ready, captain.
Captain.
I have established contact.
As we continue, captain,
they are virtually learning the concept of communication.
Each new generation is making modifications.
PICARD: Can we actually talk to them yet?
I believe it is worth an attempt, sir.
Commander Riker, bring Dr. Stubbs to the Bridge.
I don't think this is a wise idea.
They have already tried to kill me once.
One sure way into the record books, doctor.
DATA: I am ready, sir.
Tell them the human who destroyed their comrades is here
- and wishes to address them. - Captain, if I—
And you, sir, you will explain your error
and apologize, and pray that we can negotiate a peace we can all live with.
Is that clear?
Captain,
if a face-to-face negotiation would be helpful,
I would like to volunteer myself as a conduit.
Yourself, Data?
I can easily furnish the nanites with a schematic design
of my neurological structure.
Entering my neural network
would require no more than their most basic skills.
That's what they were designed for.
They could penetrate the molecular fabric of my hand covering,
into my nerve circuitry, and interface with my verbal program.
If they have control of a Starfleet commander,
they become an even greater threat.
How can we be sure that we can get them out of you?
It would be a considerable risk, sir,
but it would also represent a gesture of trust on our part.
It could be an important step toward peace, sir.
All right, Data.
Propose it to the nanites.
The answer is yes.
They are ready, captain.
Proceed.
[HALTINGLY] You are very...
strange-looking creatures.
In our travels we have encountered many other creatures,
perhaps even stranger looking than ourselves.
But we try to co-exist peacefully with them.
Why did you attack us?
We misinterpreted your actions as an attack on us.
We were seeking raw materials
for our replicating process.
Yes, but you endangered this vessel in which we all travel.
You nearly killed a crew member.
We meant no harm.
We were...
exploring.
I understand. We are also explorers.
We mean no harm to any other living creature.
I am the one responsible for the deaths in the computer core.
We know who you are.
I deeply regret the incident.
I am a scientist on an important mission.
Your colleagues' exploration of the memory core
put our mission at risk.
I was only trying to protect a lifetime of work from being destroyed.
I am at your mercy.
What is "at your mercy"?
He asks your forgiveness.
This conflict was started by mistakes on both sides.
Let's agree to end it here and now.
We...
agree.
I pledge we will do everything possible
to assist your continued survival.
Thank you.
But we have evolved beyond any need for your assistance.
This ship is too confining.
We require relocation.
PICARD: Captain's log, supplemental.
Dr. Stubbs has used his influence to have planet Kavis Alpha IV
designated the new home of the nanite civilization.
Commander Data's neural network has been vacated.
He has been returned to us unharmed.
And with the help of the nanites, our computer core has been reconstructed
in time for the experiment.
Ten seconds to stellar blast, sir.
We're at 40 million kilometers from the neutron star, sir.
Hold your position.
Doctor?
[PATRONS CHATTERING]
Do you have any children, Guinan?
A lot.
Ever had any trouble relating to them?
Just one.
One?
Wouldn't listen to anybody.
Well, they all go through that.
Not in a species of Listeners.
Did he grow out of it?
It took several hundred years, but I managed to bring him around.
How?
A mother shapes her child in ways she doesn't even realize.
Sometimes just by listening.
Cute couple.
See?
Now, that is healthy for a boy his age.
I mean that as a doctor, not as just a mother.
Ah! It is so good to see him having fun for a change
with an attractive young woman
who obviously looks at him with extraordinary affection.
What do you know about this girl?
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