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Captain's log, stardate 41590.5.

Having dropped off Counselor Troi

at Starbase G-6
for a shuttle visit home,

we were fortunately close
to the Sigma III solar system

when its Federation colony
transmitted an urgent call

for medical help.

An accidental explosion has
devastated a mining operation there.

Include a burn unit with each kit.

Upon arrival,
identify the most critically injured

and beam them up to Cargo Bay 6.

Dr. Crusher, this is the captain.

Dr. Crusher here.

Additional information.

The number of colonists
at the site is 504.

Are you prepared for that many,
doctor?

We believe so, sir.

Captain, we are now at warp 9.1, sir.

Which will bring us to the colony
in 3.2 hours, sir.

Captain, I have a schematic
from the explosion site.

Suggest the cause
may be a methane-like gas

seeping in from underground.

Captain, I'm picking up a force field
out there of some kind. It's almost...

Q entity, sir.

It is identical to the grid
we encountered when--

It reads solid, sir.

Emergency, full stop.

Reversing power, sir.

Not now, damn it, Q.

Shields and deflectors up, sir.

Now reading at full stop, sir.

Humans, I thought by now

that you would've scampered back
to your own little star system.

If this is Q I'm addressing,

we are on a mission of rescue
to a group of badly injured--

We of the Q have studied
our recent contact with you

and are impressed.

We have much to discuss,

including perhaps the realization
of your most impossible dream.

However intriguing that may be, Q,

we are in the midst
of an urgent journey.

Once that is completed,
then perhaps--

You will abandon that mission,
captain.

My business with you
takes precedence.

If my magnificence blinds you,

then perhaps
something more familiar.

Starfleet Admiral Q at your service.

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.

Captain's log, supplemental.

Our mission to the solar system
has been halted by an immense grid

and an untimely visit from Q.

You are no Starfleet admiral, Q.

Neither am I an Aldebaran serpent,
captain,

but you accepted me as such.

Well, he's got us there, captain.

Ah. The redoubtable Commander
Riker, whom I noticed before.

You seem to find this all
very amusing.

I might, if we weren't on our way

to help some suffering
and dying humans who--

Oh, your species
is always suffering and dying.

No, Lieutenant Worf.

You'll make no move against him
unless I order it.

Pity.

You might have learned
an interesting lesson.

Macro head, ha-ha, with a micro brain.

You said you had the realization

of impossible dreams to offer us?

When this rescue is completed,
I am prepared to listen carefully

to whatever proposal
you wish to make,

and subject to its being acceptable.

Subject to your own
foolish human values?

Oh, come, Picard.
Why do you distrust me so?

Why?

At our first meeting
you seized my vessel.

You condemned all humans
as savages.

And on that charge, you tried us

in a post-atomic,
21st-century court of horrors

where you attacked my people!

You again seized my vessel.

And that angered you, did it?
"Seized my vessel, seized my vessel."

You interfered
with our Farpoint mission.

You threatened to convict us
as ignorant savages.

If, while dealing with a powerful
and complex life form,

we made the slightest mistake
and when that didn't happen--

The Q became interested in you.

Does no one here understand
your incredible good fortune?

"Seized my vessel."

These are the complaints
of a closed mind

too accustomed to military privileges.

But you, Riker,
and I remember you well,

what do you make of my offer?

We don't have time for these games.

Games? Did someone say "games"?

And perchance for interest's sake,
a deadly game?

To the game.

Where are we?

Obviously, a Class-M world.

Gravity and oxygen within our limits.

Twin moons?

Where are we?

Considering the power
demonstrated by Q the last time,

anywhere.

Assuming this place even exists.

But it won't be boring.

If Q is anything, he's imaginative.

Apparently our captain wasn't meant
to be here with us.

Security, this is the captain.

Security?

Engineering, this is the Bridge.

Turbolift Control, do you read?

This is the captain.

Sir, over there.

Join me, Riker.

A good game
needs rules and planning.

Wasn't it your own Hartley who said:

"Nothing reveals humanity so well
as the games it plays?"

Almost right.

Actually, you reveal yourselves best
in how you play.

Sir, what he has in mind
might provide us with vital information.

Ah.

Incredible.

I was just thinking
about an old-fashioned lemonade.

And so it became that.

An excellent thirst quencher.

It gets rather hot out here
on this plain.

What about my people?

Oh, whatever they'd like, of course.

Drink not with thine enemy.

The rigid Klingon code.

Explains something
of why you defeated them. Hmm.

You're still fascinated
with the human past.

Perhaps you're not that original.

Au contraire, it's the human future
which intrigues us.

And should concern you the most.

You see, of all the species,
yours cannot abide stagnation.

Change is at the heart
of what you are.

But change into what?
That's the question.

That is what humans call a truism.

You mean hardly original? Heh.

You're the one who said it.

While we're at it,

this isn't part of any human future.

True. I borrowed this
from your stodgy captain's mind.

This is the dressing
for a game that we will play.

Now, games require rules
and rewards and dangers

and familiar settings,
that sort of thing.

This isn't that familiar to me. Data?

This is from Europe's Napoleonic era,
sir.

Late 18th, early 19th centuries.

This is a campaign
headquarters tent,

his uniform
is that of a French army marshal.

And a marshal outranks
even an admiral.

Well, do you think I would go

from a Starfleet admiral
to anything else?

Of course you wouldn't.

But Napoleonic equipment
on an alien planet,

one so different, it has twin moons.

Well, as you've said,
I'm nothing if not imaginative.

And the game should reflect that.

Should it be a test of strength?

Meaningless, since you have none.

A test of intelligence, then?

Equally as meaningless.

But it needs risk.

Something to win
and something to lose.

If we must play a game,
what would we win?

The greatest possible future
that you can imagine.

Which, of course, requires something
totally disastrous if you were to lose.

Now, the point of this game shall be:

Can any of you stay alive?

If your game is fair, we will.

Oh, for shame, Worf.

Fairness is such a human concept.
Think imaginatively.

This game shall, in fact,
be completely unfair.

- You've gone too far.
- Game penalty.

Where is she, Q?

You could forget your game if--

To use a 20th-century term,
she's in a penalty box.

Where she will remain unharmed,
unless one of you merits a penalty.

Unfortunately,
there's only one penalty box.

If any of you should be sent there,

dear Tasha must
give the box up to you.

And where does she go?

Into nothingness.

I entreat you to carefully
obey the rules of the game.

The only one who can destroy
your Tasha now is you.

Captain's log.

Captain's log.

Damn it,
I can't even make a log entry.

I wish I could help you, captain.

Where is everyone else?

Down on some planet.

Some planet?
What are you doing here?

Well, I, uh... Uh...

It sounds strange,

but I'm in a penalty box.

The penalty box?

Q's penalty box.

It sounds strange,
but it definitely isn't.

I know that one more penalty,

by anyone,

and I'm gone.

- Gone?
- Yes, I am gone.

It is so frustrating
to be controlled like this.

Lieutenant.

Tasha, it's all right.

What in the hell am I doing? Crying?

Don't worry.

There is a new ship standing order
on the Bridge.

When one is in the penalty box,
tears are permitted.

Captain.

Oh, if you weren't a captain...

Consorting with lower-ranked
females, captain?

Especially ones in penalty boxes?

Destructive to discipline, they say.

But then again, you're what?

You're only human.

Penalty over.

A marshal of France?

Ridiculous.

Well, one takes the jobs he can get.

For example, starlog entry.

Stardate today.

This is Q,
speaking for Captain Jean-Luc Picard,

who we consider to be too bound
by Starfleet customs and traditions

to be useful to us.

The Enterprise is now helpless,

stuck like an Earth insect in amber,

while its Bridge crew plays out a game
whose real intent is to test

whether the first officer is worthy
of the greatest gift the Q can offer.

So you're taking on Riker this time.

Excellent.
He'll defeat you just as I did.

Shall we wager on that, captain?

Your starship command against--

Against your keeping out
of humanity's path forever.

- Done?
- Done.

You've already lost, Picard.

Riker will be offered something
impossible to refuse.

Geordi, can you see Worf?

I'd see the freckles on his nose,
if he had them, sir.

He's at the third ridge.

The third ridge?

Mm-hm. Moving well too. Uh-oh.

Oh. Good. He sees them.

Listen to me, Q.

You seem to have
some need for humans.

Hmm. Concern regarding them.

Well, whatever it is,
why do you demonstrate it

through this confrontation?

Why not a simple direct explanation?

A statement of what you seek?

Why these games?

Why these games?

Well, the play's the thing.

And I'm surprised you have to ask,

when your human Shakespeare
explained it all so well.

So he did, but don't depend too much
on any one single viewpoint.

It's a pity you don't know the content
of your own library.

Hear this, Picard, and reflect.

All the galaxy's a stage.

World, not galaxy.
All the world's a stage.

Oh, you know that one.

Well, if he were living now,
he would have said galaxy.

How about this?

Life is but a walking shadow,
a poor player

That struts and frets his hour
upon the stage

And then is heard no more:
it is a tale

Told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury,

signifying nothing.

I see.

So how we respond to a game

tells you more about us
than our real life.

This tale told by an idiot.

- Interesting, Q.
- Oh, thank you very much.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Perhaps maybe a little Hamlet?

Oh, I know Hamlet.

And what he might say with irony,
I say with conviction.

What a piece of work is man!

How noble in reason!
How infinite in faculty!

In form, in moving
how express and admirable!

In action how like an angel!

In apprehension how like a god!

Surely you don't see your species
like that, do you?

I see us one day becoming that, Q.

Is it that which concerns you?

Those soldiers
have formed a skirmishing line,

I think you'd call it.

And they're headed this way.

Armed with ancient
ball-and-powder muskets?

That's what their weapons look like,
sir.

Muskets are appropriate to the 1790
to 1800 French army uniform, sir.

But it is hardly a weapon
by our standards.

A lead ball propelled by gunpowder.

One hundred meters at best
with any accuracy.

Yeah, but against phasers?

Just one of our hand phasers
could finish off an entire regiment.

Except for one thing.

That hardly sounds like Q
to give us an advantage like that.

Unless...

Drop your weapons.

I'm afraid that was me, Worf.

I was checking to see
if the phasers still operate.

Incredible, Worf.
You came out of nowhere.

A warrior's reaction.

Report. What did you find?

Sir, what they're wearing
may be old Earth uniforms,

but what's inside of them
isn't human at all.

More like vicious animal things.

Those soldiers are moving in fast,
sir.

Data, if you've got a theory
about what's happening...

Think fast, Commander Riker,
and move fast.

Whoa!

Those aren't muskets.

You have only one chance
to save them now.

Send them back to the ship.

You'll let me beam them?

Send them the same way I do.

I've given you the power.

Do you understand?
I have given you the power of the Q.

Use it.

Use your power.

Use your power.

Lieutenant, take the Conn position.

Engineering, this is the Bridge.

Engineering here, sir.

Engineering,
are all systems back online?

Back online, sir?
They were never off.

Captain, you better look at this.

There's been no interruption
in course or speed.

Both have remained constant.

It's as though we've never stopped.

We never did, lieutenant.

Q suspended time.

Where's Commander Riker?

He was with us.

He must still be on the planet.

We were under attack
by these animal things.

Animal things?

Well, maybe Data
could explain it better, sir.

You may find it
aesthetically displeasing, sir.

I could just file a
computer report on that.

- Data--?
- Sir, the important thing right now

is why is Commander Riker
missing?

Understood, lieutenant.

But I suspect that Commander Riker
is probably perfectly safe,

at least in a physical sense.

Q has an interest in him.

In fact, Q's entire visit

has something to do
with our first officer.

- And the reason for that, sir?
- I wish I knew.

Q first became interested
in him at Farpoint.

I have no idea what it means.

Meanwhile, we must proceed
with our rescue mission.

Something amuses you?

Perhaps you'll share the joke
with me?

The joke is you.

Strange gratitude

from one who has been granted a gift
beyond any human dream.

How can you not appreciate being able
to send your friends back to their ship,

or send the soldiers back

to the nothingness
from which they came?

Certainly you must understand
that, at this moment,

you can send yourself back
to the ship,

or to Earth, or change your shape

and become anything
you want to be.

What do you need, Q?

- Need?
- You want something from us.

Desperately. What is it?

Want something
from you foolish, fragile non-entities?

Oh, come, Riker.

You're beginning to sound
like your captain.

Now that's a compliment, Q,
but that's not an answer.

Riker, we have offered you a gift
beyond all other gifts.

Out of the goodness of your heart.

After Farpoint, I returned
to where we exist, the Q Continuum.

Which means exactly what?

The limitless dimensions of the galaxy
in which we exist.

I don't understand.

Of course, you don't.
And you never will.

- Until you become one of us.
- Until?

Would you mind
going over that again?

Well, if you'd stop interrupting me.

I mean, this is hardly a time

to be teaching you the
true nature of the universe.

However,

at Farpoint,
we saw you as savages only.

We discovered instead
that you are unusual creatures

in your own limited ways,

ways which, in time,
will not be so limited.

We're growing.

Something about us
compels us to learn, explore.

Yes, the human compulsion.

And unfortunately for us,

it is a power which will grow stronger
century after century, eon after eon.

Eons.

Have you any idea
how far we'll advance?

Perhaps in a future
that you cannot yet conceive,

even beyond us.

So you see, we must know more
about this human compulsion.

That's why we selected you, Riker,
to become part of the Q,

so that you can bring to us
this human need and hunger,

that we may better understand it.

I suppose that's meant
as a compliment, Q.

Or maybe it's my limited mind.

But to become a part of you?

I don't even like you.

You're gonna miss me.

Come on, not again.

Commander Riker, what's going on?

I was sitting in school and...

Worf, my phaser's gone.
Are you armed?

No.

Where is Q?

If you have an answer
to any of this...

Worf!

- Worf!
- Look out!

- Wesley! No! Wesley!
- Wes!

Wesley.

No, damn it!

Damn it to hell!

Riker. You...

You did that.

And that's not all.

That grid. Their wounds.

Only the Q can do that.

Captain's log, stardate 41591.4.

Twelve minutes out
from Quadra Sigma III

where the survivors
of an underground disaster

desperately need our help.

Aboard the Enterprise,
First Officer William T. Riker

needs help nearly as badly.

But this is a subject
far out of my experience,

out of any human's experience.

Will.

How the hell do I advise you?

You know the implications
as well as I.

No one has ever offered
to turn me into a god before.

What the Q has offered you
has got to be close to immortality, Will.

They're not lying
about controlling time and space.

We've seen it in what they can do.

You've also seen it in what I can do.

If you're gonna refuse his offer,

you must not allow yourself
to use this power again.

It's too great a temptation for us
at our present stage of development.

Are you worried
that I won't be able to say no to it?

You tell me.

Are you strong enough
to refuse to use that power?

Certainly.

No matter how tempted?

No matter how difficult
Q makes it for you?

You have my word.

Good.
I know what your word means.

In orbit of Quadra Sigma III, sir.

Ready to beam down rescue team
to underground emergency area.

This way, sir.

Are there any others?

Gone. It's just us.

Commander.

There's somebody under here.

You're getting close, Data.

It's too late.

She's dead.

If only we'd gotten here
a little sooner.

Sir, if indeed
you have the power of Q...

I don't understand.

Certainly
you can't bring her back to life.

I can't.

I'm prevented from that
by a promise.

I should have never made
that agreement with you.

I could have saved that child.

You were right not to try.

Once you became accustomed
to that power, Number One...

When I used it before,
what happened?

I saved most of our Bridge crew.

And when you grow
to like it too much?

As soon as it's convenient, captain,

I want a meeting with you
and your Bridge staff.

As soon as we are secure
with this rescue operation,

I'll discuss all that this new power--

We can confer here on the Bridge
if no one has any objec--

The Bridge will be fine,
since I've called the entire staff.

Correction, Number One.

Knowing the decision you face,
I have permitted you this gathering.

Of course, Jean-Luc.

Wesley, this meeting is not for you.

Why not, sir?

You helped make me
a Bridge officer.

Acting ensign.

All right, he stays.

Because I've been given
unusual powers,

I'm not suddenly a monster.

Except for these abilities,

and I don't yet know how far they go,

I'm the same William T. Riker
you've always known.

Well?

Everyone still looks uncomfortable.

Perhaps they're all remembering
that old saying, "Power corrupts."

And absolute power
corrupts absolutely.

Do you believe I haven't thought
of that, Jean-Luc?

And have you noticed how you and I
are now on a first name basis?

Number One.

Will.

Something has happened already.

In what way?

Haven't you seen how much
I regretted not saving that child?

Using the power of Q to save her
may not have been wrong.

No more than it was wrong
to save the rest of you

from those soldier things.

Let's keep in mind that that
particular danger was invented by Q.

What we represent to the Q,
commander, are lowly animals

tormented into performing
for their amusement.

Actually, they think very highly of us,
Tasha.

We have a quality of growth
which they admire.

Or fear.

No.

We've learned the Q
do not admire us.

The Q has muddled your mind.

Don't you understand
his incredible gift to me?

Are these truly your friends,
brother?

Let us pray for understanding
and for compassion.

Let us do no such damned thing.

What is this need of yours
for costumes, Q?

Have you no identity of your own?

I come in search of the truth.

You come in search
of what humanity is.

I forgive your blasphemy!

Can't you see, Riker?

He's nothing but a flimflam man.

He's been that
ever since we met him at Farpoint.

Flimflam?

You offer Riker jealousy.

What I offer him
is clearly beyond your comprehension.

How can you claim friendship for Riker
while obstructing his way

to the greatest adventure
ever offered a human?

Obstructing him?

Then it's not yet certain.
He's not yet committed.

The truly evil part of all this, captain,
is your jealousy.

You love each one of your people.

Demonstrate it.

You have the power
to leave each one of them

with a gift proving your affection.

There'd be no harm, would there?

If I gave them something
I know they'd like?

Ah. How touching.

A plea to his former captain.

May I please give happiness
to my friends, sir? Please, sir?

In fact, I authorize
and support your idea, Riker.

Please, feel free to cooperate with him,
if you wish.

- Are you certain, sir?
- Quite certain, Data.

By all means,
demonstrate your gifts of affection.

Don't be frightened.

There is no way
I could harm any of you.

Shall I guess your dreams?

Leave now, Wesley.

No. Wesley I may know best of all.

Our friendship, our long talks.

No, please.

Have your favorite wish,
my young friend.

You're 10 years older. A man.

Hey. Wes. Not bad.

Data.

No.

No, sir.

But it's what you've always wanted,
Data. To become human.

Yes, sir. That is true.

But I never wanted to compound
one illusion with another.

It might be real to Q,

perhaps even you, sir,

but it would never be so to me.

Was it not one of the captain's
favorite authors who wrote:

"This above all,
to thine own self be true."

Sorry, commander, I must decline.

And you, my friend,
I know what you want.

You're as beautiful as I imagined.

And more.

Then we can throw away the visor?

I don't think so, sir.

The price is a little too high for me.

And I don't like
who I'd have to thank.

Make me the way I was.

Please.

Proud warrior Worf.

Without a single tie to his own kind.

No!

She is from a world now alien to me.

Worf, is this your idea of sex?

This is sex.

But I have no place for it
in my life now.

No place, microbrain?
What possesses you?

Commander Riker,
it's too soon for this.

If this is because
your mother objects...

No.

I just wanna get there on my own.

Honest.

But it's easier, boy. Listen to Riker.

How did you know, sir?

I feel like such an idiot.

Quite right, so you should.

It's all over, Q.
You have no further business here.

Human,
you have just destroyed yourself.

- Pay off your wager.
- I recall no wager.

I'm sure your fellow Q remember
that you agreed

never to trouble our species again,
just as they're aware

that you've failed
to tempt a human to join you.

No, no,
if I could just do one more thing.

Q, I strongly suspect, there's
some explaining you have to do now.

Extraordinary.

Captain, we are showing
that same hole in time again.

Our instruments say, we just now
beamed back from our rescue mission.

Sir, how is it that the Q
can handle time and space so well

and us so badly?

Perhaps someday we will discover

that space and time are simpler
than the human equation.

No coordinates laid in,
Number One?

Yes, sir.

You have my coordinates, La Forge.

Aye, sir. On the board.

Engage.