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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 lll 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.

It suggests 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...

The 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 full stop, sir.

Humans, I thought by now that you would have scampered back

to your own little star system.

If this is Q I'm addressing

we are on a mission of rescue to aid 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 dreams.

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 rescue mission to the Sigma lll solar system

has been halted

by an immense grid and an untimely visit from Q.

You're 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...

Aw, 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 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.

Ahh...

Incredible.

I was just thinking about an old-fashioned lemonade.

And so it became that.

An excellent thirst quencher.

Gets rather hot out here on this plain.

What about my people?

Whatever they'd like, of course.

"Drink not with thine enemy."

The rigid Klingon code.

Explains something of why you defeated them.

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 it 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?

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--

Iate 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, 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.

Shall 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 could imagine

which of course requires something totally disastrous

if you're 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 can forget your game...

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, l, uh... uh...

It sounds strange...

but I'm in a penalty box.

A 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's 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 rank 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 entries.

Stardate today.

This is Q speaking

for Captain Jean-Luc Picard

whom 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!

And 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?

Mmm-hmm. Moving well, too.

Uh, oh.

Good, he sees them.

Listen to me, Q.

You seem to have some need for humans.

Mmm... 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 is 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, uh...

"Life is but a walking shadow.

"A poor player that struts

"and frets his hour upon the stage

"and then is heard no more.

"lt 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 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.

"ln form, in moving

"how express and admirable.

"ln action, how like an angel.

"ln 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 1790-1800 French army uniform, sir

but it is hardly a weapon

by our standards.

A lead ball

propelled by gunpowder.

100 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.

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 on line?

Back on line, sir? They were never off.

Captain, you'd better look at this.

There's been no interruption in course or speed.

Both have remained constant.

It's as though we 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...

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 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 the 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 going to 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!

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:

12 minutes out from Quadra Sigma lll

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 l.

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 going to 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 lll, 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 have 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 of this rescue operation

I'll discuss all

that this new power...

We can confer here on the Bridge

if no one has any objections.

The Bridge will be fine

since I've called the entire staff.

Correction, Number One--

knowing the decision you face

I've 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 damn 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 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?

Oh, 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 ten 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, micro brain?

What possesses you?

Commander Riker, it's too soon for this.

If this is because your mother objects...

No.

I just want to 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 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 failed

to tempt a human to join you.

No! No, if I could do one more thing!

Q, I strongly suspect

there's some explaining you have to do now.

No!

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 some day 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.