All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s01e12.Datalore

Captain's Log,
Stardate 41242.4:

Our last assignment
has taken us

into the remote
Omicron Theta star system

home of our android crew member
Lieutenant Commander Data.

Although we are due
at our next assignment

I have decided
to visit Data's home planet

for a few hours
in the hopes of unraveling

some of the mystery
of his beginnings.

Sir, we are now 20 minutes
from Omicron Theta.

Mark.

Stand by for subwarp.

Head for standard orbit
of Data's planet.

I wonder why Data
hasn't come up here.

He said he wanted to be alone.

Perhaps this is

a bigger moment for him
than we thought.

Ah...

ah...

Data.

...choo!

What are you doing?

Sneezing.

Have you got a cold?

A cold what?

It's a disease
my mom says people used to get.

Ah...

but humans still sneeze
for other reasons

and I cannot seem
to do it right.

Ah... ah...

How can you be practicing
something like sneezing

when we're arriving
at your home planet

for the first time?

Aren't you interested in that?

More than interested--
fascinated.

One might say agog.

But I also find
sneezing interesting.

Choo!

Chh...

Captain Picard wishes
to see you on the Bridge.

Captain, confirming Class M
reading there, but...

but the sensors aren't showing
any life readings...

not even vegetation.

Strange.

The cruiser that found Data
reported farmlands there.

Do you want to take her
into orbit, Data?

No, thank you, sir.

Continue on
into close parking orbit.

Aye, sir.

I could say
"home, sweet home," sir

if I understood how the word
sweet applies.

It usually refers to memories.

It usually refers
to one's own memories, Captain.

Do the memories you have
include farms, Data?

Affirmative, sir

but the colony's
principal interest was science.

Data, I don't understand
how you can hold

the memories of 41 1 people

if that means every experience,
every day of their life...?

It does not, unfortunately.

It means only the knowledge
they had accumulated.

Actually, I'm quite deficient
in some basic human information.

Sneezing, for example.

Sneezing?

Approaching close parking orbit.

Assemble your away party,
Commander.

This must be an exciting time
for you, Mr. Data.

I'm tempted to lead
the away team myself

except that my first officer
would object.

How would Starfleet judge me
if I didn't?

An entire Earth colony
did disappear down there.

You see?

Now in close parking orbit, sir.

Mr. Data...

welcome home.

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.

First Officer's Log,
Stardate 4124.5:

We have found Data's home
to be a completely dead world

down to lifeless vegetation.

No insects--
not even soil bacteria.

What is it

that could kill everything
on an entire planet?

Recording signal locked
onto the Enterprise, sir.

This looks like anything
but farmland.

Agreed, sir.

The soil appears almost
completely lifeless.

This is the exact position
in the Tripoli log.

Do you recognize anything, Data?

The land contours are familiar.

Topographically,
this is the correct area.

This once was rich farmland

I'd say something like
20 to 30 years ago.

I was discovered 26 years ago.

Commander, I'd say that
everything on this planet

was either dead or dying
at the time Data was found.

I was found 20 meters
in that direction, sir.

Data, any idea at all

why you were given
the colonists' memories?

I've always felt
that it was done hurriedly

but I know little more.

Here, sir.

This is where
the cruiser's landing party

found the signal device
that led them here.

And they found me lying there.

You were just lying out there
in the open?

No identity record,
no instructions?

Only a layer of dust.

What's the first thing
you remember, Data?

Opening my eyes...

Iooking into the eyes
of the Tripoli landing party.

They believed
that the signal device

sensed their presence
and activated me.

Then this very spot
was your birthplace.

Commander.

I think I've got
this place figured out here.

This was very cleverly done
to make this look

Iike a natural hollow
in the terrain here.

There are signs of it
being constructed in a hurry

as if to hide something here.

Yes, that was it, Geordi.

This awakens a memory remnant

of how the colonists
hoped to remain hidden

but their fear
of being discovered

Ied to their storing information
in me.

Yeah, thought so.

No life readings in here,
either, sir.

The colonists' laboratory--
extremely well-equipped.

Does this stir
any memories, Data?

Only a vague impression

of some of my functions
being tested here.

Posted by proud parents?

It depicts something
that feels familiar, sir

and dangerous

but I have no idea
what it represents.

And that is all

except...

for an impression of this
being a Dr. Soong's work area.

Who?

You don't mean
Dr. Noonien Soong?

He was called that here

but his memories indicate

he traveled here
under a different name.

Dr. Noonien Soong, my friend

happens to have been Earth's
foremost robotics scientist.

Until he tried
to make Asimov's dream

of a positronic brain
come true.

A positronic brain...

He promised so much

and then when he failed
completely

Dr. Soong disappeared.

Now we know he went somewhere
else to try a second time.

Data, Geordi, we'll get
a close look at this lab.

You and Lieutenant Worf
reconnoiter

where those corridors lead.

Aye, sir.

Data, it's you.

An epidermal mold--

made to give your exterior
the desired finish.

Lieutenant Yar
to Commander Riker.

Come in, Lieutenant.

Sir, this installation
is big enough

to hold hundreds of people

but all that's here now
is empty beds.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Complete your record scans
and report back here.

Commander Riker, looks like
some sort of storage area.

How many more Datas are there?

Looks like just these two.

I mean, that and the real Data.

Commander...

can this be another me?

Or possibly my brother?

I honestly don't know, Data.

He needs assembling.

He...

Data, we don't know
that this can become alive.

It is very important
for me to know that, sir.

I never dreamed it was possible

that I might find some link
with a form like my own.

Understood.

We'll take it back
to the ship with us.

Captain's Log,
Stardate 41242.45:

Despite having only a few hours

in which to explore
Data's home planet

we have discovered something

which may explain
Data's beginnings

if we can properly assemble

and communicate
with what we've found.

Signal from the Captain.

They need you at the debriefing.

I've been most anxious to hear

the chief engineer's opinion,
Mr. Argyle.

Do you believe
he can be made to function?

It appears to include all
the components in your body.

Not that we fully understand
your construction, either.

We have our top specialists

working on its
construction, Mr. Data.

Just one thing.

Without disassembling you,
of course

if we should need more...

If we should need
to compare this

with the way
you're put together...

Bringing it up here

was the right thing to do,
Number One.

We were just saying, Data

that if your duplicate
functions

it may answer
a lot of questions.

Does it appear to have, uh...

all your parts?

Completely, sir.

Will...

will we know how to turn it on?

All right.

All right.

Legitimate questions
about any of this

need not be asked
apologetically.

You feel uncomfortable

on aspects
of your duplicate, Data.

We feel uncomfortable, too,
and for no logical reason.

If it feels awkward
to be reminded

that Data is a machine

just remember that we are merely
a different variety of machine.

In our case,
electro-chemical in nature.

Let's begin to handle this
as we would do anything else.

Agreed, Captain.

Let's begin with you, Data.

Well, sir,
a good starting point may be

why was I given human form?

Well, to make it easier
for humans

to relate to you-- had to be.

But your designer may have had
something else to prove as well.

That human-shaped robots

need not be clumsy or limited
in their performance.

You certainly operate
as well as we do, Data.

Better in some ways, sir.

You might want to have
a look at this, Captain.

It could be a link to the
disappearance of the colonists.

It was displayed in the lab--
no doubt by proud parents.

It could be just
a child's imagination

but several children
did similar drawings.

Dr. Crusher to the Captain.

At this point, sir

we very much need
Mr. Data's help.

He's on his way, Doctor.

Is the electromagnetic
synthemometer reading

positive or negative?

Positive.

Press your fingers there,
Doctor.

There.

It operates almost as a switch.

And these small projections?

An android alarm clock.

Is that amusing?

They time how long
I remain unconscious.

Are you certain about us using
these heating devices, Data?

I will feel nothing at all.

Marvelous.

It should all be a lot simpler

once we see how your
circuitry's connected.

I won't mention it to anyone.

You have my word.

If you had
an off switch, Doctor

would you not keep it secret?

I guess I would.

Yes, notice
the microcircuitry here

and here...

and then another
fibroid-like connection here.

Let's close up.

It seemed to go well

thanks to a look
inside Mr. Data

but there have been no signs
of consciousness yet.

It certainly is
a good match for Data, sir.

Do you think so, really?

I wonder which one
was made first?

He was.

But they found him
to be imperfect

and I was made to replace him.

You may call me Lore.

But I am also troubled by it
describing you as imperfect.

Human language gives me
difficulty, too, sir.

Imperfect could mean I lack
certain abilities he possesses.

Hmm, I wonder.

But the point of this is

whether you and it
have approximately

the same capabilities.

We do, sir

and your referring to him
as "it"

suggests that l, too,
fit into the category

of a thing.

Oh, uh, l... I see your point.

My apologies.

Gladly accepted, sir.

As for Lore's abilities

his use of syntax
and grammar suggests

he was given human memories

similar to my own.

You have equal
physical strength

and mental abilities?

I believe so, sir.

Which requires that I now
ask you a very serious question.

Since the two of you

are closely related
to each other...

The answer, sir

is that my loyalty is to you
and Starfleet, completely.

Thank you, Commander.

I was certain of that.

And helm control is here

with the ship's heading
being given in measurements

we call degrees--

360 of them
in a full circle this way.

Then you say mark.

On the nose.

Which separates it from
another full 360-degree circle

this way on a right angle
to this one.

So, by ordering a heading
so many degrees this way

and so many this way

the ship can travel
any direction--

all three dimensions.

And the square of a hypotenuse

to the right triangle...?

Is equal to the sum of
the square of the other two...

two something--

which I once heard

but never understood.

All of which you will
learn more about

when the Captain has approved
your being on the Bridge.

Have I committed an offense?

You will find that there are

many rules on starships
that must be learned.

You're very clever, Wesley.

I now have duties
to perform, correct?

Were you ever
this anxious to please, Data?

Never.

I judge Lore to be superior
in that desire.

Because I was designed
to be so human, my brother.

I enjoy pleasing humans.

"My brother."

That has a nice sound
to it, Data.

You consider it important
to please humans?

It's not important?

There are many things
of importance.

Some more than others.

Do you realize
that Commander Riker's

hypotenuse question tricked you
into showing your knowledge

was greater
than you were indicating?

He didn't seem that clever.

I'll be more careful.

You tend to underestimate
humans, my brother.

Praising young Wesley
on the helm, for example.

A child.

He has a child's body

but we have found him
to be much more.

Thank you
for that information, too.

You do care
about how I perform.

I pledge to be worthy
of your teaching, my brother.

Try not to be jealous
of my abilities.

What information
are you requesting?

Everything available
on a Dr. Noonien Soong.

Good old "Often Wrong" Soong.

A joke, brother.

Actually, he was

a genius by human standards.

But he destroyed his reputation

by making what seemed
wild promises

about his positronic
brain design--

almost all of which failed.

Promises he later proved
to be true.

Which made
you and me possible, brother.

Our beloved father.

Will I soon have a uniform

Iike that, brother?

If you get one
the way I did, Lore

it will mean four years
at the Academy

another three as Ensign

ten or 12 on varied space duty
in the Lieutenant grades...

A system designed to compensate
for limited human ability

and you, brother, are beginning
to think as a human.

You and I are completely
different from them.

Are you truly satisfied
with the knowledge and memory

of a few hundred
human colonists?

Suppose it could reflect
thousands

or millions

or the knowledge

of hundreds of millions
of life-forms of every kind?

How?

We will discuss that in time.

And will we also discuss, Lore

which of us
was constructed first?

It would be foolish
to underestimate you, brother.

Yes, I lied when I said

you were made first,
but with good reason.

Dr. Soong made me perfect
in his first attempt

but he made me
so completely human

the colonists became envious
of me.

You lived with the colonists?

Until they petitioned Soong

to make a more comfortable,
less perfect android.

In other words, you...

brother.

Haven't you noticed

how easily I handle
human speech?

I use their contractions.

For example, I say "can't"

or "isn't"

and you say "cannot"
and "is not."

I say tomato

And you say tomahto

I say potato
and you say potahto...

A very old joke.

But then you also have trouble
with their humor.

Am I right?

Quite true.

I keep trying
to be more human

and keep failing.

Do you realize, brother

I can help you
become more human?

And do you realize, Lore

that I am obligated
to report all of this

to our ship's Captain?

I assumed as much when I began
studying you.

May I use this to learn more

about this vessel
and its customs?

Use it also to describe
for the Captain

the time you spent
among the colonists

including everything you know
about what happened to them.

I promise a report
of great detail and accuracy.

Thank you, Lore.

I now have duties to perform.

Unless, of course,
you need something more.

I have more than I dreamed
possible, brother.

Captain's Log,
Stardate 41242.5:

Thanks to Lore's report

we now know what happened
to the colonists.

Beginning with a child's drawing
enhanced by Lore's description

our computer has constructed

the image
of a great crystalline entity

which feeds on life,
insatiably ravenous

for the life force found
in living forms

capable of stripping all life
from an entire world.

But how did Data
escape that thing? Or Lore?

Lore had been disassembled.

He explained it as jealousy
from the colonists

and Data wasn't yet alive
at that time.

Which explains why Data
could be left outside

in no danger from that creature.

Whatever happened
to the colonists

he would be found

by the first Starfleet crew

that responded
to the signal

he transmitted.

By which Dr. Soong
left proof behind

that his experiment did work.

Captain...

how believable do you find
that crystal thing?

With so little of even
our galaxy explored

I find it at least possible.

Data, are you expecting Lore
to come up here?

He left your quarters
some time ago.

To go?

My turbo sensors say
he went to Deck Four. Worf?

Where he examined
some microminiature work tools

and fine grind quadratanium.

Which is used
in our construction.

That particular compound
is no more suspicious, sir

than a human looking
for an antiseptic

or an ointment.

Nevertheless,
I should check it out.

You're watching
everything he does, Data?

Is that the act of a brother?

It's the act
of a Starfleet officer

obeying his Captain, Doctor.

Captain, speaking strictly
as security chief

how much can you trust Data now?

I trust him completely,
Lieutenant

but everyone should also realize
that that was a necessary

and legitimate
security question.

Thank you, sir.

Lesson number one
in becoming more human:

You must observe
all human customs.

Champagne?

An ancient ritual
still practiced

when they observe
events of importance.

My brother, I toast
our discovery of each other.

May it fill our lives
with new meaning.

I have some doubts
about the value

of human customs...

in this...

Brother...

And let us toast,
also, Dr. Soong

who gave me the full richness

of human needs and ambitions.

A perfect match for my mind,
my body.

Brother... help me.

And let us toast also
the great crystal entity

with whom I learned
to communicate.

Before Dr. Soong disassembled me

I earned its gratitude
by revealing

the way to the colonists.

Can you imagine its gratitude

when I give it the life
on this vessel?

This is strange, sir.

I show Commander Data

transmitting on
a subspace channel.

I know Data's been doing
considerable research

into Dr. Soong's background.

Let's be sure.

Wesley, would you look in
on Commander Data, discreetly?

Yes, sir.

Crystal entity

upon arriving here

you can identify me
as the machine named Data.

End of message.

Come in, please.

Glad you're here, Wesley.

Lore suddenly attacked me
and I had to turn him off.

Why did he do that, Data?

He discovered
we have been using sensors

to follow what he does.

I practiced his facial tic.

Do I have it right?

I'd suggest
you forget imitating him.

If you'd said

we've been using the sensors
instead of we have

I might have suspected
you were Lore.

Yes, I do use language
more formally than Lore.

Please inform the Captain

I will come up on the Bridge
and report on this.

Aye, sir.

Wes, tell me again

how Data said
he immobilized Lore.

He told me he just
turned him off, Mom...

uh, Doctor.

Question, Mr. Data.

Did you or did you not
swear me to secrecy

about your off switch?

A change of mind, Doctor.

If I cannot trust
the Bridge crew

whom can l?

Captain, I'm picking up
a bogey coming in

on a five o'clock tangent.

It's transmitting no lD signal,
Captain.

Set main viewer on that tangent.

Shields up; go to yellow alert.

Transmit friendly greetings--
all languages, all frequencies.

I can't believe anything's
overtaking us this fast.

Beautiful, isn't it?

I recognize it, sir.

It's the crystal image
Lore described.

My God.

Still no lD
being transmitted, sir.

Also no answer to our inquiries.

Did you get
a direct look at it?

It's like a giant
snowflake crystal

but much more complex.

The entire
electromagnetic spectrum

seems to play about inside it

but I haven't the slightest
idea what it is, sir.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Data, if there's anything else
that Lore could tell us about it

it may be important.

Can you control him enough
to question him?

I will have to examine
him to know, sir.

Captain, recommend
you do not let...

him roam the ship freely.

Ensign.

Wesley is simply showing himself
to be alert and responsible

something to be encouraged.

Come. You can watch
everything I do.

Not if I have a choice.

That is enough, Ensign!

When addressing
a senior officer...

I've guided his training, sir.
I'm the one at fault.

You will show
the proper respect.

I will accompany you down there
to make certain of it.

With your approval,
of course, sir.

Careful of Lore.

Good, he is still unconscious.

Notice the same twitch
even though he is unconscious.

Stay back.

We may have problems if he
senses someone else is near.

Lore.

I have a few
questions to ask you.

Lore, it is Data.

He senses you.

I cannot control him
if you stay.

Please, I will record
everything he says.

And you bring it
to the Bridge immediately.

And you want to be
as stupid as them...

dear brother?

Well, Number One?

It was Lore, sir--

same facial twitches
that we've seen all along

Iying unconscious on the floor
exactly as Data had described

and then it suddenly
became violent

apparently sensing
that Wesley and I were present.

Or is it Lore pretending
to be Data and faking it all?

I asked for Commander
Riker's report

acting Ensign Crusher

and since it now seems clear

that you are unable to function

within the limits
of that appointment...

Captain.

Deflector shields holding, sir.

Bring photon torpedoes
to ready.

Main phasers to ready.

Go to red alert, please.

Weapons now readied, sir.

No, Captain, let me talk to it.

You didn't say
you could do that.

Affirmative. Talk to it.

Open hailing frequencies.

Crystal form,
I identify myself as Data.

Advising you
to stop your attack.

The humans here are powerful--

capable of injuring
or even destroying you.

Now I call that communicating.

Suggest moving fast to
confirm what I told it, sir.

Permission to use
the large transporter

in Cargo Room Three.

There I can beam up
some living pattern

perhaps a large tree.

Which you'll beam over
next to the entity.

That is correct, Riker.

Our ship's phasers will then
blast and disintegrate it

proving we are dangerous.

Make it so.

Sir?

Do it.

Sir, I know this may finish me

as acting Ensign...

Shut up, Wesley.

Lieutenant, pick
a good security team

and let me know what he does.

Aye, sir.

"Shut up, Wesley"?

Doctor...

And since
I am finished here, sir

may I point out...

Shut up, Wesley.

That everything that I have said
would've been listened to

if it came
from an adult officer.

Request permission
to return to my quarters, sir.

Agreed. Doctor, go with him.

You're putting me
off the Bridge?

I'm asking you to keep
an eye on your son

during all of this, Doctor.

Emergency close.

Now show me
your warrior fierceness.

I'll look.

But I shouldn't have let you
talk me into this.

Mom, it's Data!

He's been hurt.

It's Data, Mom.

I heard you know how
to turn them on.

This is very serious.

So just tell me
to "Shut up, Wesley"

and I will.

You're being very unfair, Wes.

Data, the crystal thing
is outside

somewhere close to the ship

and Lore is loose
on the inside.

How badly are you hurt, Data?

I will function sufficiently
to stop Lore, Doctor.

Crystal entity form,
it's your old friend.

Very good.

You've understood perfectly
so far.

Next I will signal

that I'm about to transport
something out

at which time
the deflector shields

will turn off for a moment

and if you move in at that time

it...

How sad, dear brother.

You make me wish
I were an only child.

Then why this marvelous gift?

The troublesome
little man-child.

Are you prepared for the kind of
death you've earned, little man?

If you take one more step
towards my son...

Ah... motherhood.

Back off

or I'll turn your little man

into a torch.

I promise him exquisite pain

unless you obey me, too,
brother.

Move away, Data.

Please.

Do you see now

the advantages
of being completely human?

It includes kindness.

I give you your life, Doctor.

Go quickly

and I may not injure
your son at all.

I will stay with Wesley, Doctor.

Go!

Or he'll be shrieking

by the count of five.

One

two

three

four...

Thank you for my
human qualities, Dr. Soong.

Wait!

A small payment
for your son's misdeeds.

Wes, the transporter.

Wesley, now!

Lore's gone, sir. Permanently.

Doctor, now that Wesley's safe,
go to Sick Bay at once.

Captain, that crystal thing
has begun to move away.

Data, you all right?

Yes, sir, I'm fine.

Then get rid
of that damned twitch

and put on a correct uniform.

Yes, Captain.

Ensign Crusher,
you able to return to duty?

Yes, sir.

Then do so

and let the Bridge know
that all is well down here.

Aye, sir.

It's gone, sir.

Without Lore,
it had no way to reach us.

And we're overdue
for our computer refit.

Number One,
have you ever considered

whether Data is more human

or less human
than we want?

I only wish we were all
as well-balanced, sir.

Agreed.