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This is comm station Epsilon IX

calling U.S.S. Columbia.

Come in, Columbia.
Respond, please.

This is Epsilon IX, Columbia. Am
boosting output. How read you this?

Scout Columbia NCC-621,

to rendezvous with
Scout Revere NCC-595

on Stardate 7411.4.

Further orders will
be relayed at that time,

signed Commodore
Probert, Starfleet.

End of transmission.

Our sensor drone is
intercepting this on Quad L-14.

That's within Klingon
boundaries. Who are they fighting?

Unknown, sir.

I have an exterior visual.

We've plotted a course
on that cloud, Commander.

It will pass into Federation
space fairly close to us.

Heading?

Sir, it's on a precise
heading for Earth.

Commander Sonak,

you received your appointment
as Enterprise science officer?

Based, I am told, on your
recommendation, Admiral.

Thank you. Then why
aren't you aboard?

Captain Decker requested I
complete final science briefing here

before we leave on our mission.

Here? At Starfleet?

The Enterprise is in final
preparation to leave dock.

Which will require 20
more hours at minimum.

Twelve.

I'm on my way to a
meeting with Admiral Nogura

which will not last
more than three minutes.

Report to me on the
Enterprise in one hour.

Report to you, sir?

It is my intention to be on
that ship following that meeting.

Report to me in one hour.

Admiral! Mr. Scott.

Those departure orders, 12
hours, Starfleet cannot be serious.

Why aren't the Enterprise transporters
operating, Mr. Scott?

A wee problem,
sir. Just temporary.

Admiral, we have
just finished 18 months

redesigning and
refitting the Enterprise.

How in the name of hell do they
expect me to have her ready in 12 hours?

Take me over, please.

She needs more
work, sir. A shakedown.

Mr. Scott, an alien object of
unbelievable destructive power

is less than three days
away from this planet.

The only starship in interception
range is the Enterprise.

Ready or not, she
launches in 12 hours.

The crew haven't had
near enough transition time

with all the new equipment.

And the engines, they're not
even tested at warp power.

And an untried captain.

Two and a half years as
chief of Starfleet operations

may have made me a little stale,

but I wouldn't exactly
consider myself untried.

They gave her
back to me, Scotty.

"Gave" her back, sir?

Well, I doubt it was
that easy with Nogura.

You're right.

Well, any man who
could manage such a feat,

I would not dare to disappoint.

She'll launch on time,
sir. And she'll be ready.

Thank you, Mr. Scott.

Aye, sir.

Cargo bay to launch crew.

Travel pod is now
available at dock 6.

Permission to come
aboard, sir. Granted, sir.

Welcome aboard, Admiral.

Commander Scott, you're
needed in engineering immediately.

Sir, you'll excuse me.

Flight deck, prepare for
an incoming shuttlecraft.

Sir, if you'll follow
me, I'll show you...

I think I can find
my way, Ensign.

Aye, sir.

Bridge.

What's the problem?

I thought you people had that
circuit patched in an hour ago!

We did. We had to
disconnect it again

so we could tie in
radio messaging.

All right. Take out...

All right, as soon as
somebody can get to it.

What's the next program?

Go ahead.

I'll get somebody down
there as soon as I can.

Cleary, my people
are all tied up now.

Captain, Starfleet just signaled

your transfer-of-command
order, sir.

Captain.

I appreciate the welcome.

I wish the circumstances
were less critical.

Epsilon IX is monitoring the
intruder. Keep a channel open to them.

Aye, sir.

Where's Captain Decker?

He's in engineering, sir.

He...

He doesn't know.

Mr. Chekov. Aye, sir.

Assemble the crew on the
recreation deck at 0400 hours.

I want to show them
what we're facing.

He wanted her back.

He got her.

Captain Decker.

He's been with this ship
every minute of her refitting.

Ensign, the possibilities of our
returning from this mission in one piece

may have just doubled.

Check Cleary on number six.

Space matrix restoration coils.

Enabled.

Dilithium crystals.

I knew it! The transporter
sensor was not activated.

Faulty modules.

Cleary! Put a new
backup sensor into the unit.

Aye, sir.

Ready.

Emergency shut-down trip.

Admiral Kirk! Well, we're
getting a top-brass sendoff.

Don't worry. She'll
launch on schedule,

if we have to tow her
out with our bare hands.

Right, Scotty?

Aye, that we will, sir.

Let's talk.

Sure.

Let me know when
that backup's ready.

Aye, sir.

All due respect, sir, I hope this
isn't some kind of Starfleet pep talk.

I'm really too busy.

I'm taking over the
center seat, Will.

You're what?

I'm replacing you as
captain of the Enterprise.

You'll stay on as
executive officer,

temporary grade
reduction to commander.

You, personally, are
assuming command?

Yeah.

May I ask why?

My experience.

Five years out there dealing
with unknowns like this.

My familiarity with
the Enterprise, its crew.

Admiral, this is an almost
totally new Enterprise.

You don't know her
a tenth as well as I do!

That's why you're
staying aboard.

I'm sorry, Will.

No, Admiral. I don't
think you're sorry.

Not one damn bit.

I remember when you
recommended me for this command.

You told me how envious you were

and how much you hoped you'd find a
way to get a starship command again.

Well, sir,

it looks like you found a way.

Report to the bridge,
Commander, immediately.

Aye, sir.

Transporter room,
come in! Urgent!

Red line on the
transporter, Mr. Scott.

Transporter! Do not engage.

It's too late. They're
beaming now.Do not...

- Do you read me, Starfleet?
- Override it. Pull them back.

Unable to retrieve
their pattern, Enterprise.

Give it to me!

Starfleet, boost your matter
gain. We need more signal.

More signal!

We're losing their pattern.

Oh, no. They're forming.

Starfleet, do you have them?

Enterprise, what we
got back didn't live long.

Fortunately.

Starfleet, Kirk.

Please express my
condolences to their families.

Commander Sonak's can be
reached through the Vulcan Embassy.

There was nothing you
could have done, Rand.

It wasn't your fault.

Yeoman, turboshaft eight?

Back that way, sir.

We have to replace
Commander Sonak.

I'd still like a Vulcan
there, if possible.

None available, Captain.

In fact, there's no one who's
fully rated on this design.

You are, Mr. Decker.

I'm afraid you're gonna have
to double as science officer.

That's all we know about it.

Except that it is now 53.4
hours away from Earth.

Enterpriseis the only Federation
starship that stands in its way.

Our orders are to intercept,

investigate and take
whatever action is necessary

and possible.

Bridge to Captain.

Priority signal from Epsilon IX.

Put it on viewer.
UHURA: On viewer, sir.

Enterprise. The cloud is definitely
a power field of some kind.

Measures...

My God! Over 82 AUs in diameter.

Must be something incredible
inside there generating it.

We're transmitting linguacode
friendship messages on all frequencies.

No response.

I have a null reading at
the center of the cloud.

Definitely something
inside there,

but all scans are
being reflected back.

Some kind of power surge.

Receiving an odd pattern now!

Enterprise, they could be
mistaking our scans as a hostile act.

They seem to be
reacting to our scans, sir.

Deflectors, emergency full!

We are under attack!

External view.

Viewer off.

Pre-launch countdown will
commence in 40 minutes.

Transporter system fully repaired
and functioning normally, sir.

Dock signals clear, Captain.

Reply we are holding position
awaiting final crew replacements.

Aye, sir.

Transporter personnel reports
the navigator, Lieutenant Ilia,

she's already aboard and
en route to the bridge, sir.

She's Deltan, Captain.

Lieutenant Ilia
reporting for duty, sir.

Welcome aboard, Lieutenant.

Hello, Ilia.

Decker.

I was stationed on the lieutenant's
home planet some years ago.

Commander Decker?

Yes, our exec
and science officer.

Captain Kirk has the
utmost confidence in me.

And, in you, too, Lieutenant.

My oath of celibacy
is on record, Captain.

May I assume my duties?

By all means.

Captain?

Starfleet reports our last six crew
members are ready to beam up,

but one of them is refusing
to step into the transporter.

Oh? I'll see to it
that he beams up.

Transporter room.

Yeoman. Yes, sir?

What was the problem down there?

He insisted we go first, sir.

Said something about first seeing
how it scrambled our molecules.

That has a familiar
ring, doesn't it?

Starfleet, this is Captain Kirk.

Beam that officer up now.

Well, for a man who swore
he'd never return to the Starfleet...

Just a moment, Captain, sir.

I'll explain what happened.

Your revered Admiral Nogura

invoked a little known, seldom
used reserve activation clause.

In simpler language,
Captain, they drafted me.

They didn't.

This was your idea. This
was your idea, wasn't it?

Bones, there's
a thing out there.

Why is any object we don't
understand always called a "thing"?

Headed this way.

I need you.

Damn it, Bones. I need you.

Badly!

Permission to come aboard?

Permission granted, sir.

Well, Jim.

I hear Chapel's an MD now.

Well, I'm going to
need a top nurse.

Not a doctor who'll argue
every little diagnosis with me.

And they probably redesigned
the whole sickbay, too.

I know engineers. They
love to change things.

Dock control reports ready, sir.

Helm ready, sir.

Orbital departure on plot, sir.

Yard command
signaling clear, sir.

Maneuvering thrusters, Mr. Sulu.

Maneuvering thrusters, sir.

Hold station.

Thrusters at
station-keeping, sir.

Thrusters ahead, Mr. Sulu.

Take us out.

Intermix set, bridge. Impulse
power at your discretion.

Impulse power, Mr. Sulu.

Ahead warp 0.5.

Departure angle on viewer.

Departure angle.

Viewer ahead.

Viewer ahead.

Captain's Log, Stardate 7412.6,

1.8 hours from launch.

In order to intercept the intruder
at the earliest possible time,

we must now risk engaging warp
drive while still within the solar system.

Captain, assuming we
have full warp capability,

accelerating to warp 7
on leaving the solar system

will bring us to IP with
the intruder in 20.1 hours.

Well, Bones, do the new medical
facilities meet with your approval?

They do not. It's like working
in a damned computer center.

Programming ready?

Program set for standard
warp entry, Captain,

but I still recommend
further simulation study.

Mr. Decker, every minute
brings that object closer to Earth.

Engineering, stand
by for warp drive.

Captain, we need further

warp simulation
on the flow sensors.

Engineer, we need
warp speed now.

Jim?

You're pushing.

Your people know their jobs.

That's it, sir. I
can't do any better.

Aye, lad.

It's borderline on the
simulator, Captain.

I cannot guarantee
that she'll hold up.

Warp drive, Mr. Scott.

Ahead, warp 1, Mr. Sulu.

Accelerating to warp 1, sir.

Warp 0.7.

0.8.

Warp 1, sir.

Mr. Decker...

Wormhole! Get us back on
impulse power! Full reverse.

Negative helm control, Captain.

Going reverse on impulse power!

Subspace frequencies
jammed, sir! Wormhole effect!

Negative control from inertial
lag will continue 22.5 seconds

before forward velocity
slows to sub-light speed!

Unidentified small object

has been pulled into the wormhole
with us, Captain, directly ahead!

Force fields up full.
Put object on viewer.

Go manual override on helm!

No manual response, sir.

Navigational deflectors
coming up, sir.

Wormhole distortion has
overloaded the main power systems.

Navigational deflectors
inoperative, Captain.

Directional control
also inoperative.

Time to impact?

Twenty seconds.

Mr. Chekov, stand by on phasers.

No!

Belay that phaser order!

Arm photon torpedoes!

Photon torpedoes

armed!

Object is an asteroid,
reading mass 0.7.

Targeting asteroid!

Impact in ten seconds.

Impact in eight seconds.

Fire torpedoes!

Six...

Torpedoes away!
ILIA: ...seconds.

Four!

Helm control restored, sir.

Position report, Navigator.

Computing new
intersection course.

Communications are normal, sir.

Negative damage
reported, Captain.

No casualties reported, Doctor.

Wrong, Mr. Chekov,
there are casualties.

My wits!

As in "frightened
out of," Captain, sir.

We're at warp 0.8.

Engineer, report
your status there.

In just a second, Exec. We're
picking up the pieces down here!

Mr. Scott, we need warp
drive as soon as possible.

Captain, it was the
engine imbalance

that created the
wormhole in the first place.

It will happen again
if we don't correct it.

That object is less than
two days away from Earth.

We need to intercept
while it still is out there.

Navigator, lay in a new heading

to conform with our
initial IP with the intruder.

Mr. Sulu, you have the conn.

Mr. Decker, I'd like to
see you in my quarters.

Mind if I tag along, Captain?

Level five.

All right, explanation. Why was
my phaser order countermanded?

Sir, the Enterpriseredesign
increases phaser power

by channeling it
through the main engines.

When they went into
anti-matter imbalance,

the phasers were
automatically cut off.

Then you acted
properly, of course.

Thank you, sir.

I'm sorry if I embarrassed you.

You saved the ship.

I'm aware of that, sir.

Stop competing with me, Decker!

Permission to speak freely, sir?

Granted!

Sir, you haven't logged a single
star hour in two and a half years.

That, plus your unfamiliarity with
the ship's redesign, in my opinion, sir,

seriously jeopardizes
this mission.

I trust you will

nursemaid me through
these difficulties, mister?

Yes, sir, I'll do that.

Then I won't keep you from your
duties any longer, Commander.

Yes, Doctor? Aye, sir.

He may be right, Jim.

Was it difficult?

No more than I expected.

About as difficult
as seeing you again.

I'm sorry.

That you left Delta IV? Or that
you didn't even say goodbye?

If I had seen you again,

would you have
been able to say it?

No.

Make your point, Doctor.

The point, Captain, is that
it's you who's competing.

You rammed getting this
command down Starfleet's throat.

You've used this emergency
to get the Enterpriseback.

And I intend to keep her,
is that what you're saying?

Yes. It's an obsession.

An obsession that can blind you

to far more immediate
and critical responsibilities.

Your reaction to Decker
is an example, Jim.

Bridge to Captain.

Viewer on.

Signal from a Federation-registered
long-range shuttle, sir.

She wishes to come
alongside and lock on.

For what purpose?

My security scan shows it
has a Grade 1 priority, Captain.

Non-belligerency confirmed.

I suspect it is a
courier of some kind.

Very well,
Mr. Chekov. See to it.

Viewer off.

Your opinion has been noted.

Anything further?

That depends on you.

Security scan. One boarder.
Identity, Starfleet. Inactive.

Permission to come aboard, sir.

Granted, sir! Granted.

Why, why, it's Mr...

Spock!

Spock.

Commander, if I may?

Oh!

I've been monitoring
your communications

with Starfleet Command, Captain.

I'm aware of your
engine design difficulties.

I offer my services
as science officer.

With all due respect, Commander.

If our exec has no objections?

Of course not. I'm well aware
of Mr. Spock's qualifications.

Mr. Chekov, log Mr. Spock's
Starfleet commission reactivated,

list him as science officer,

both effective immediately.

Mr. Spock!

Well, so help me, I'm
actually pleased to see you!

It's how we all feel, Mr. Spock.

Captain, with your permission,

I will now discuss these fuel
equations with the engineer.

Mr. Spock? Welcome aboard.

Captain's Log, Stardate 7413.4.

Thanks to Mr. Spock's
timely arrival and assistance,

we have the engines
rebalanced into full warp capacity.

Repair time, less
than three hours.

Which means, we will now
be able to intercept intruder

while still more than
a day from Earth.

Warp 0.8.

0.9.

Warp 2, sir.

Warp 3.

Warp 4.

Warp 5.

Warp 6.

Warp 7.

Science Officer Spock,
reporting as ordered, Captain.

Please, sit down.

Spock, you haven't
changed a bit.

You're just as warm
and sociable as ever.

Nor have you, Doctor,

as your continued predilection
for irrelevancy demonstrates.

Gentlemen.

At last report, you were on
Vulcan, apparently to stay.

Yes, you were undergoing
the Kolinahr discipline.

Sit down.

If you are referring to the
Kolinahr, Doctor, you are correct.

Well, however it's
pronounced, Mr. Spock,

it's the Vulcan ritual that's supposed
to purge all remaining emotions.

The Kolinahr is also
a discipline you broke

to join us.

Will you please sit down?

On Vulcan I began
sensing a consciousness

from a source more powerful
than I have ever encountered.

Thought patterns of
exactingly perfect order.

I believe they emanate
from the intruder.

I believe it may
hold my answers.

Well, isn't it lucky for you that we
just happened to be heading your way?

Bones!

We need him.

I need him.

Then my presence is to
our mutual advantage?

Any thought patterns
you might sense,

whether they appear to
affect you personally or not,

I expect immediately reported.

Of course, Captain.

Is there anything else?

No.

Jim?

If this super-intelligence is as
important to him as he says it is,

how do we know...

That he wouldn't put his own
interests ahead of the ship's?

I could never believe that.

How do we know about any of us?

Bridge to officer's lounge.

Captain Kirk, revised estimate on
cloud visual contact, 3.7 minutes.

On my way.

Standard light, Engineer.

Full mag on viewer!

Full mag, sir.

Linguacode?

Continuing friendship
messages on all frequencies, sir.

All decks and divisions
confirmed. Status Red.

Captain, we are being scanned.

Do no return scan, Mr. Spock.

It could be
misinterpreted as hostility.

Intruder scans emanating from
the exact center of the cloud.

Energy of a type never
before encountered.

There's no response to
friendship messages, sir.

Shall I go to
battle stations, sir?

Negative. We'll take
no provocative action.

Recommend defensive posture,
Captain. Screens and shields.

No, Mr. Decker. That could
also be misinterpreted as hostile.

Cloud composition, Mr. Spock?

Twelfth power energy field.

Twelfth power?

Captain, we've seen
what their weapons can do.

Shouldn't we take every
possible precaution?

Mr. Decker... Captain.

I suspect there's an object
at the heart of that cloud.

Mr. Decker, I will
not provoke an attack.

If that order isn't
clear enough for you...

Captain, as your exec, it's my
duty to point out alternatives.

Yes, it is.

I stand corrected.

Five minutes to cloud boundary.

Navigator, lay in a conic section
flight path to the cloud center.

Bring us parallel to
whatever we find in there.

Mr. Sulu, tactical
plot on viewer.

Tactical on viewer, sir.

That measures
twelfth power energy?

Thousands of starships
couldn't generate that much...

Mr. Spock?

Spock, tell me.

I sense puzzlement.

We have been contacted.

Why have we not replied?

Contacted?

How?

Force fields up
full! Deflectors, now!

Force fields and
deflectors up full, Captain!

Analysis, Mr. Spock.

Alien weapon is a form
of plasma energy, Captain.

Exact composition, unknown.
Guidance system, unknown.

All decks brace for impact.

Engineering, status report.

Systems overloading, Captain!

Medic.

Medics are coming.

Engineering to bridge. Cannot
hold full power on force fields!

Deflector power is down 70%!

Divert auxiliary
power to deflectors.

Oh, good, Christine.

It's Chekov.

Medic.

I can stop his pain.

Thank you.

Captain.

The intruder has been
attempting to communicate.

Frequency, more than
1,000,000 megahertz

and at such a high rate of speed their
entire message lasts only a millisecond.

I am now programming our
computer to transmit linguacode

at their frequency
and rate of speed.

Commander.

Spock.

Here it comes!

Engineering, what's
happening to our force fields?

Our shields cannot
handle another attack.

Mr. Spock!

Spock!

15 seconds!

Spock! Transmit now!

10 seconds.

Transmitting.

It would seem our
friendship messages

have been received and
understood, Mr. Spock.

I would say that was a
logical assumption, Captain.

One minute, thirty
seconds to cloud boundary.

Captain?

We are obviously confronted
by a highly advanced mentality.

Yet,

they cannot understand
who we are or what we want.

And yet it would seem that
they understood our message.

They broke off the attack.

They may have attacked only
as a warning to us, Captain.

To keep away.

That would presuppose
a feeling, Commander.

Compassion.

I sense no emotion.

Only pure logic.

Mr. Sulu, hold present position.

Holding present position, sir.

Tactical plot on viewer.

Course projection
on tactical, sir.

Opinion, Mr. Spock.

Recommend we proceed, Captain.

Mr. Decker?

I advise caution, Captain.

We can't withstand
another attack.

That thing is 20
hours away from Earth.

We know nothing about it as yet.

Precisely the point, Captain.

We don't know what it'll do.
Moving into that cloud at this time

is an unwarranted gamble.

How do you define "unwarranted"?

You asked my opinion, sir.

Viewer, standard ahead.

Navigator, maintain course.

Helmsman,

steady as she goes.

No vessel could generate a
power field of this magnitude.

Spock?

Instruments
fluctuating, Captain.

Patterns unrecognizable.

Transmit image
of alien to Starfleet.

Advise we are attempting
further communication.

Unable to make contact
with Starfleet, Captain.

Any attempt to transmit out of
the cloud is being reflected back!

We are closing on
it rapidly, Captain.

Reduce magnification,
factor four, Mr. Sulu.

We're already two
settings below that, sir.

Mr. Sulu,

bring us into a parallel course
over the alien at 500 meters.

500 meters?

Then take us out to 100 kilometers
distance, adjusting parallel course.

Aye, sir.

Viewer astern.

Reverse angle on
the viewer, Captain.

Five hundred meters.
Viewer ahead, sir.

Hold relative position here.

Mr. Spock, can that
be one of their crew?

A probe from their vessel, Captain.
Plasma, energy combination.

Don't interfere with it!

Absolutely, I
will not interfere.

No one interfere!

It doesn't seem
interested in us!

Only the ship.

Computer off!

It's taken control
of the computer.

It's running our records! Earth
defenses! Starfleet strength!

Ilia!

Ilia!

This is how I
define unwarranted.

Activate auxiliary computer
circuits through manual shutoff.

Captain, we've been
seized by a tractor beam.

Get someone up here to
take the navigator's station.

Engineering! DECKER:
Chief DiFalco, to the bridge!

Emergency power!

Going to full emergency!

But, Captain, if we don't break
free in 15 seconds, she'll burn up!

We cannot break free, Captain.

We have only a fraction
of the power necessary.

Engineering, belay that order.
Disengage all main drive systems.

Chief DiFalco, take over
Lieutenant Ilia's station.

DiFalco, disengage engine
navigation relays now!

Aye, sir.

Force field circuits E 10 through
14 show ready for reactivation.

Confirm, please.

Scotty, drive systems
should be free now.

Commander?

Ready to launch remote
communications drone

with complete ships records,
including our present situation, sir.

Delay launching
as long as possible.

Our drone can't escape as
long as we're held in that tractor.

Aye.

Captain, a maximum phaser
strike directly at the beam

might weaken it just
enough for us to break free.

Break free to where, Commander?

Any show of resistance
would be futile, Captain.

We don't know that, Mr. Spock.

Why are you opposed to trying?

Why bring us inside?

Not to destroy us. They
could have done that outside.

They still can.

Curiosity, Mr. Decker.

Insatiable curiosity.

Captain, photic sonar readings
indicate the aperture is closing.

We're trapped, sir.

Reverse angle on
the viewer, Captain.

Tractor beam has
released us, Captain.

Confirmed. Vessel is floating
free. No forward momentum.

Viewer ahead.

Viewer ahead, sir.

Maneuvering thrusters,
Mr. Sulu. Ahead one third.

Thrusters ahead, one third.

Let's take a look. Full
sensor scan, Mr. Spock.

They can't expect us
not to look them over now.

Now that we're looking
down their throat.

Right. Now that we've got
them just where they want us.

It's closing up.

Hold position.

Captain?

All our scans are being reflected
back. Sensors are useless.

Damn!

What do you make of all this?

I believe the closed orifice
leads to another chamber.

Undoubtedly, part of the
vessel's inner mechanism.

I suspect it may be necessary...

Intruder Alert!

Deck five, Captain.
Officer's quarters.

Have Security meet me
at deck five! Main elevator!

Spock! Mr. Decker,
you have the conn.

Hold position.

You are the Kirk-unit.
You will assist me.

I've been programmed by
V'Ger to observe and record

normal functions of the carbon-based
units infesting U.S.S. Enterprise.

Jim, what's going on?

Tricorder.

Who is V'Ger?

V'Ger is that which
programmed me.

Is V'Ger the name of the
captain of the alien vessel?

Jim, this is a mechanism.

A probe, Captain.

No doubt a
sensor-transceiver combination

recording everything
we say and do.

Where is Lieutenant Ilia?

That unit no longer functions.

I've been given its form to
more readily communicate

with the carbon-based
units infesting Enterprise.

Carbon-based units?

Humans, Ensign Perez. Us.

Why does V'Ger
travel to the third planet

of the solar system
directly ahead?

To find the Creator.

Find the Creator? Whose...

What does V'Ger
want with the Creator?

To join with him.

To join with the Creator? How?

V'Ger and the Creator
will become one.

And who is the Creator?

The Creator is that
which created V'Ger.

Who is V'Ger?

V'Ger is that which
seeks the Creator.

I'm ready to commence
my observations.

Doctor, a thorough
examination of this probe

might provide some insight

into those who manufactured
it and how to deal with them.

Fine. Let's get her to sickbay.

I am programmed
to observe and record

only the normal functioning
of the carbon-based units.

The examination
is a normal function.

You may proceed.

McCOY: Micro-miniature
hydraulics,

sensors

and molecule-sized
multi-processor chips.

And take a look at this.

Osmotic micro-pump right here.

And even the smallest body
functions are exactly duplicated.

Every exocrine
system is the same, too.

Even eye moisture.

Decker.

Fascinating. Not "Decker-unit"?

Gentlemen.

Will.

What happened to her?

Captain, this probe may
be our key to the aliens.

Probe? "Ilia"?

Exactly. It is a programmed
mechanism, Commander.

Its body duplicates our
navigator in precise detail.

Suppose that beneath
its programming,

the real Ilia's memory patterns
are duplicated with equal precision.

They had a pattern to follow.

Indeed.

They may have
followed it too precisely.

Ilia's memory, her
feelings of loyalty,

obedience, friendship
might all be there!

You did have a relationship
with Lieutenant Ilia, Commander.

That probe, in another
form, is what killed Ilia!

Commander!

Will,

we're locked in an alien
vessel, six hours from Earth orbit.

Our only contact with
our captor is that probe.

If we could control
it, persuade it, use it...

I have recorded enough here.
You will now assist me further.

The Decker-unit can assist
you with much greater efficiency.

Carry on with your
assignment, Mr. Decker.

Aye, sir.

I am concerned with that being our
only source of information, Captain.

Captain's Log, Stardate 7414.1.

Our best estimates place us
some four hours from Earth.

No significant
progress thus far,

reviving Ilia memory
patterns within the alien probe.

This remains our only means
of contact with our captor.

All those vessels
were called Enterprise.

The carbon units use
this area for recreation.

This is one of the games.

What types of recreation does
the crew aboard your vessel enjoy?

The words
"recreation" and "enjoy"

have no meaning
to my programming.

Ilia enjoyed this game.

She nearly always won.

Good. He's using
audio-visual association.

This device serves no purpose.

Why does Enterprise require
the presence of carbon units?

Enterprisewould be unable to
function without carbon units.

More data concerning this
functioning is necessary,

before carbon units can be
patterned for data storage.

What does that mean?

When my examination is
complete all carbon units

will be reduced
to data patterns.

Within you are the memory
patterns of a certain carbon unit.

If I can help you to
revive those patterns,

you could understand
our functions better.

That is logical.
You may proceed.

I remember Lieutenant Ilia
once mentioning she wore that.

Put it on.

On Delta. Remember?

Ilia?

Doctor Chapel.

Will?

Ilia.

Commander. Commander.

This is a mechanism.

Ilia,

help us make direct
contact with V'Ger.

I cannot.

This Creator
V'Ger is looking for,

what is it?

V'Ger does not know.

Computer, commence recording.

Captain Kirk, these messages will
detail my attempt to contact the aliens.

I intend to calculate thruster
ignition and acceleration rate

to coincide with the
opening of the V'Ger orifice.

This should facilitate a better view
of the interior of the alien spacecraft.

Captain? Starfleet signals
are growing in strength, sir.

They still have the intruder on
their monitors. It's decelerating.

Confirmed, sir. Lunar beacons indicate
intruder on a course into Earth orbit.

Sir, airlock four
has been opened.

A thruster suit is
reported missing.

A thruster suit?

That's Spock. Damn him.

Bring him back here. No, wait!

Get a fix on his position.

Aye, sir!

I have successfully penetrated the
next chamber of the alien's interior,

and I'm witnessing some
sort of dimensional image,

which I believe to be a
representation of V'Ger's home planet.

I'm passing through
a connecting tunnel.

Apparently, a kind of
plasma energy conduit,

possibly a field coil for a
gigantic imaging system.

Curious. I'm seeing images
of planets, moons, stars,

whole galaxies, all
stored here, recorded.

It could be a representation
of V'Ger's entire journey.

But who or what
are we dealing with?

The Epsilon IX station,
stored here with every detail.

Captain, I am now quite
convinced that all of this is V'Ger.

That we are inside
a living machine.

Ilia!

The sensor must contain
some special meaning.

I must try to mind-meld with it.

Spock! Spock!

Spock!

Now scanning pons area at
spinal nerve fiber connection.

Indications of some
neurological trauma.

The power pouring through that
mind-meld must have been staggering.

Spock.

Jim,

I should have known.

Were you right? About V'Ger?

A life form of its own.

A conscious, living entity.

A living machine?

It considers the
Enterprise a living machine.

That's why the probe
refers to our ship as an entity.

I saw V'Ger's planet,

a planet populated
by living machines.

Unbelievable technology.

V'Ger has knowledge
that spans this universe.

And yet, with
all its pure logic,

V'Ger is barren, cold.

No mystery. No beauty.

I should've known.

Known? Known what? Spock.

What should you have known?
What should you have known?

Jim,

this simple feeling

is beyond V'Ger's comprehension.

No meaning. No hope.

And Jim, no answers.

It's asking questions.

"Is this all that I am?"

"Is there nothing more?"

Bridge to Captain.

Kirk here.

A faint signal
from Starfleet, sir.

Intruder cloud has been
located on their outer monitors

for the past 27 minutes.

Cloud dissipating
rapidly as it approaches.

Starfleet reports forward velocity
has slowed to sub-warp speed.

We are three minutes
from Earth orbit.

I'll be right there.

I need Spock on the bridge.

Dalaphaline, five cc's.

Captain, Starfleet is sending
this tactical on V'Ger's position.

V'Ger is transmitting a signal.

Jim.

From V'Ger.

V'Ger signals the Creator.

Spock?

A simple binary code
transmitted by carrier wave signal.

Radio.

Radio?

Jim, V'Ger expects an answer.

An answer? I don't
know the question.

The Creator has not responded.

All planetary defense systems
have just gone inoperative!

Sir, Starfleet computes
the devices are proceeding

toward equidistant
positions, orbiting the planet.

They're the same
things that hit us.

They are hundreds of
times more powerful, Captain.

From those positions,

they could devastate the
entire surface of the planet.

Why?

The Creator has not answered.

The carbon-unit infestation is to be
removed from the Creator's planet.

Why?

You infest Enterprise.

You interfere with the
Creator in the same manner.

Carbon units are
not an infestation.

They are a natural function
of the Creator's planet.

They are living things.

They are not true life forms.

Only the Creator and other
similar life forms are true.

"Similar life forms."

Jim, V'Ger's saying
its creator is a machine.

Machine.

Captain.

V'Ger is a child.

I suggest you treat her as such.

A child?

Yes, Captain. A child.

Evolving, learning, searching,

instinctively needing.

Needing what?

Spock, this child is about to
wipe out every living thing on Earth.

Now what do you
suggest we do? Spank it?

It knows only that it
needs, Commander,

but like so many of us,
it does not know what.

The carbon units know why
the Creator has not responded.

Disclose the information.

Not until V'Ger withdraws the
devices orbiting the third planet!

Captain!

I'm losing Starfleet!
Interference from V'Ger!

Kirk-unit, disclose
the information.

Why has the Creator
not responded?

No.

Secure all stations.
Clear the bridge.

Clear the bridge, Captain?

That was the order,
Mr. Sulu. Clear the bridge!

Aye, sir.

Your child is having
a tantrum, Mr. Spock.

V'Ger requires the information.

Bridge! Secure all
stations! Move out!

Jim, what the hell
kind of strategy is this?

All ship's functions going
to automatic, Captain.

If V'Ger destroys
the Enterprise,

the information that V'Ger
requires will also be destroyed!

It is illogical to withhold
required information.

Kirk-unit! Kirk-unit.

Why do you not
disclose information?

Because V'Ger's going to destroy
all the carbon units on the third planet.

They have repressed the Creator.

The information
will not be disclosed!

V'Ger needs the information.

Then V'Ger must withdraw
all the orbiting devices.

V'Ger will comply, if the carbon
units will disclose the information.

It learns fast, doesn't it?

Captain, the vessel, V'Ger,

obviously operates from
a central brain complex.

The orbiting devices would be
controlled from that point then?

Precisely.

The carbon unit's information
cannot be disclosed to V'Ger's probe,

but only to V'Ger directly.

Forward motion, Captain.

Tractor beam.

Captain, what's the next move?

The question is, Mr. Decker,
is there a next move?

Resume duty stations.

All personnel, resume stations!

Well, Mr. Decker, it seems
my bluff has been called.

I'm afraid our hand is
pretty weak, Captain.

Mr. Chekov, when do those
devices reach final position?

Twenty-seven minutes. Mark!

Engineering.

Scott here.

Mr. Scott, be prepared to
execute Starfleet order 2005

When, sir?

On my command.

Aye, sir.

Why has the Captain
ordered self-destruct, sir?

I would say that's
because he thinks...

He hopes

that when we go up,

we'll take the intruder with us.

Will we?

When that much matter and
anti-matter are brought together, oh, yes.

We will, indeed.

Fifteen minutes to
device activation, sir.

Gravity control, give
me an all-decks read-out.

Starfleet has been apprised
of our situation, Captain.

Crew status is
172 at duty stations,

248 off-duty,

11 in sick bay, all-nighter.

Tractor beam remains constant.

We are 17 kilometers
inside the vessel.

Engineering, show me
your pattern stress readings.

Deck 4, that temperature should
read 1013 degrees. Please confirm.

Spock?

Mr. Spock.

Hmm.

Not for us.

No, Captain. Not for us.

For V'Ger.

I weep for V'Ger as
I would for a brother.

As I was when I came aboard,

so is V'Ger now.

Empty,

incomplete and searching.

Logic and knowledge

are not enough.

Spock, are you saying that
you found what you needed,

but V'Ger hasn't?

What would V'Ger need

to fulfill itself?

Each of us,

at some time in our
lives, turns to someone,

a father, a brother,

a God, and asks,

"Why am I here?"

"What was I meant to be?"

V'Ger hopes to touch its creator

to find its answers.

"Is this all that I am?
Is there nothing more?"

Captain.

Forward motion,
slowing, Captain.

Captain, I believe
that is our destination.

I read an oxygen-gravity envelope
forming outside the Enterprise.

Forward motion,
stopped, Captain.

V'Ger.

Sir, I've located the source
of V'Ger's radio signal.

It's directly ahead.

That transmitter is a vital link
between V'Ger and its Creator.

The carbon units will now provide
V'Ger with the required information.

Mr. Spock? Bones?

Mr. Decker, I will contact
you every five minutes.

Captain,

I'd like to go along.

Mr. Sulu, you have the conn.

V'Ger.

V-G-E-R.

V'Ger.

V-O-Y-A-G-E-R.

Voyager!

Voyager VI!

NASA.

National Aeronautics
and Space Administration.

Jim, this was launched
more than 300 years ago.

Voyager series,

designed to collect data

and transmit it back to Earth.

Captain, Voyager VI disappeared
into what they used to call a black hole.

It must have emerged on
the far side of the galaxy

and fell into the machine
planet's gravitational field.

The machine inhabitants found
it to be one of their own kind.

Primitive, yet kindred.

They discovered its simple
20th-century programming.

"Collect all data possible."

"Learn all that is learnable."

Return that information
to its Creator.

Precisely, Mr. Decker.

The machines
interpreted it literally.

They built this entire vessel

so that Voyager could
actually fulfill its programming.

And on its journey back,

it amassed so much knowledge,

it achieved
consciousness itself.

It became a living thing.

Kirk-unit. V'Ger
awaits the information.

Enterprise, order up the ship's
computer library of records

on the late 20th century
NASA probe, Voyager VI.

Specifically, we want
the old NASA code signal

that instructs the probe
to transmit its data.

And fast, Uhura, fast!

Aye, sir.

That's what it's been signaling!

Its readiness to
transmit its information!

And there's no one on Earth

who could recognize the old
signal and send a response.

"The Creator does not answer."

V'Ger.

V'Ger.

V'Ger!

We are the Creator.

That is not logical. Carbon
units are not true life forms.

We will prove it. We
will make it possible

for you to complete
your programming.

Only the Creator
could accomplish that.

Enterprise.

We have just received
the response code, Captain.

Set the Enterprise transmitter
on appropriate frequency

and transmit the code now!

Transmitting.

5-0-4, 3-2-9,

3-1-7, 5-1-0,

and the final sequence...

That should trigger
Voyager'stransmitter.

Voyageris not transmitting
its data, Captain.

The Creator must
join with V'Ger.

Uhura! Repeat
the final sequence.

The Creator must
join with V'Ger.

Voyageris not
transmitting, Captain,

because it did not
receive the final sequence.

Jim! We're down to 10 minutes.

Enterprise, stand by.

The antenna leads
are melted away.

Yes, Captain, just now.

By V'Ger itself.

Why?

To prevent reception.

Of course, to bring
the Creator here

to finish transmitting
the code in person.

To touch the Creator.

Capture God?

V'Ger's liable to be in for
one hell of a disappointment.

Perhaps not, Doctor.

Captain.

V'Ger must evolve.

Its knowledge has reached
the limits of this universe

and it must evolve.

What it requires
of its God, Doctor,

is the answer to its question,

"Is there nothing more?"

What more is there
than the universe, Spock?

Other dimensions,
higher levels of being.

The existence of which
cannot be proven logically.

Therefore, V'Ger is
incapable of believing in them.

What V'Ger needs in order
to evolve is a human quality,

our capacity to
leap beyond logic.

And joining with its Creator
might accomplish that.

You mean, this machine wants
to physically join with a human?

Is that possible?

Let's find out.

Decker!

I'm going to key
the final sequence

through the ground
test computer.

Decker, you don't know
what that'll do to you!

Yes, I do, Doctor!

Decker, don't!

Jim, I want this.

As much as you wanted
the Enterprise, I want this.

Captain.

Spock, did we just see the
beginning of a new life form?

Yes, Captain. We
witnessed a birth.

Possibly, a next
step in our evolution.

I wonder.

Well, it's been a long time
since I delivered a baby,

and I hope we got this
one off to a good start.

I hope so, too.

I think we gave it the ability to
create its own sense of purpose

out of our own human weaknesses

and the drive that compels
us to overcome them.

And a lot of foolish human
emotions, right, Mr. Spock?

Quite true, Doctor.

Unfortunately, it will have
to deal with them as well.

Interrogative from Starfleet.

They're requesting
damage and injury reports

and complete vessel status.

Report two casualties.

Lieutenant Ilia. Captain Decker.

Aye, sir.

Correction. They're
not casualties.

They are...

List them as missing.

Vessel status,
fully operational.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Scott!

Shall we give the Enterprise
a proper shakedown?

I would say it's
time for that, sir. Aye.

We can have you back on
Vulcan in four days, Mr. Spock.

Unnecessary, Mr. Scott. My
task on Vulcan is completed.

Mr. Sulu, ahead warp 1.

Warp 1, sir.

Heading, sir?

Out there.

Thataway.