All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s03e01.Evolution

Riker to Ensign Crusher.

Go ahead.

Forget to set your alarm,
Wesley?

Yes, sir.

I'm very sorry.

I'll be right there.

Captain's Log, Stardate 43125.8.

We have entered a spectacular
binary star system

in the Kavis Alpha Sector

on a most critical mission
of astrophysical research.

Our eminent guest,
Dr. Paul Stubbs

will attempt to study
the decay of neutronium

expelled at relativistic speeds

from a massive stellar explosion

which will occur here
in a matter of hours.

Ensign, our position?

Approaching
one million kilometers

from the neutron star, sir.

Slow to one-third impulse power.

Spectacular, isn't it,
my young friend?

Yes, sir.

Over and over again,
the intense gravitational pull

of the little neutron star

sucks up the star material
from the red giant

and it builds up on the surface
until it explodes

every 196 years.

Like clockwork.

And it is but 18 hours away.

18 hours, seven minutes
and... ten seconds, Doctor.

The interstellar counterpart
to Earth's Old Faithful.

The only predictable burst
of energy in the universe

that can accomplish our goal.

Doctor Stubbs,
if you would like

to make one final
inspection of...

Captain, I have been inspecting
the Egg for the last 20 years.

You may lay it when ready.

Begin launch sequence.

Shuttle Bay 2, stand by
to launch... the Egg.

Standing by, Commander.

Five minutes to launch site.

Stabilize.

The ship isn't responding, sir.

Engineering.
Report, Mr. La Forge.

Checking for failure
of inertia dampeners.

Instruments say they're working.

Captain, we're heading

straight into the path
of that stellar matter.

Shields up.

Negative.

The shields will not respond.

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.

30 seconds to impact, sir.

Manual override on shields.

Shields are rising.

Reset dampeners

Mr. La Forge.

Dampeners not responding.

Unable to reset.

Reverse impulse engines.

Initiating reverse sequence...

now.

Our momentum is
still carrying us

into the path
of the stellar matter.

12 seconds to impact, sir.

Prepare for impact.

Medical personnel,
report to the Bridge.

Commander Data,
check all systems.

All systems functioning
normally, sir.

Computer,
explain control malfunction.

No control malfunction
has been recorded.

Just lay down carefully.

There you go.

Doctor Stubbs, the Captain
asked me to tell you

that our systems
are back to normal

and we can try
another launch attempt

as soon as you're ready.

Quite a dynamic family team--

you Crushers.

Well, it's nice
to be together again.

I was at Starfleet Medical
for a year.

I missed about...

two inches of him.

I'm not sure I'd want my mother

to be flying
through space with me.

No, I take that back.

I am sure.

I wouldn't want her.

My mother is

a formidable woman, too.

A woman of letters.

A great critic.

I know.

Good lord, son.

You didn't read
that unauthorized biography?

Is this all this boy does,
Doctor--

fly the ship and read?

Doesn't he ever have any fun?

Sure he does.

Actually, most of my free time
is taken up with my studies.

I'm trying to get
into Starfleet Academy.

I earn credits for the time
spent on the Enterprise

but it's just not the same.

You ready to sit up?

Well.

I am whole again.

Thank you, Doctor.

Come along, Wesley.

Let's go see if Humpty-Dumpty
is still in one piece.

Computer, fix the food slot.

The food slot
is functioning properly.

Well, check again.

The food slot
is functioning properly.

Computer, deactivate food slot.

We're analyzing the engineering
systems data, Captain.

So far, we're showing
nothing unusual

in the computer log
for that time period.

Run a level-1 diagnostic series.

Come.

I, uh... I want a computer
that's 100 percent

to expedite
Doctor Stubbs' experiment

as well as the food slots
in Sick Bay.

Picard, out.

Which seem to be working again.

For the moment, anyway.

What can I do for you, Doctor?

Jean-Luc, how would you feel
if you were a 17 year old

and the only Starfleet officer

whose mother was on board?

Inhibited... I suppose.

Mmm.

But then I'm not Wesley.

And if you are...

concerned about him

I see no evidence
that there is a problem.

I know

but, in a funny way,
that's exactly my point.

We talk.

We smile.

It's almost too polite.

Beverly, isn't it
just a matter of time?

I know how difficult it was
for you being away.

Tell me about him.

Well, he's becoming
a very fine officer.

He works as hard
as any member of the crew.

Riker says his studies
are on line...

No, tell me about him.

He's his father's son--

honest

trusting

strong.

Does he have many friends?

Has he ever been in love?

Um...

Jean-Luc, I'm worried.

He's come so far, so fast

and since I've been back

I don't feel...

His dependence.

Beverly, look, he's...

he's 17 years old.

What were you doing
when you were 17?

Probably getting into
more trouble than Wesley

I can assure you.

So was l.

Isn't that what 17's
supposed to be?

No cracks in the armor.

We'll do just fine.

How can you be so calm
about this?

If I were about to make
this kind of breakthrough...

I have never doubted
for a moment

that this day would come,
Wesley.

And I suspect that someday
it will come for you, as well.

I see a lot of me in you.

In my youth, they
called me a wunderkind.

Do you understand
wunderkind?

It's German, isn't it?

It means "wonder child."

It is reserved for those of us
who achieve early in life.

Now the burden is yours.

Burden?

To fulfill your potential.

You will never come up against

a greater adversary
than your own potential

my young friend.

Red alert.

Return to quarters immediately.

Still no visual contact?

That's impossible.

Mr. Worf, same magnification
50 degrees starboard.

Worf, you're absolutely sure?

Sensors clearly indicate
the approach of a Borg vessel.

Shields up.

Shields are not responding.

Manual override is jammed.

It's not going to work
this time.

We don't have the shields,
Captain.

Captain, they're firing
energy weapons at us.

Evasive action.

Bring her around to 275,
mark three.

Predict current vector
of Borg vessel.

Vector...

It's gone.

And so is the Borg ship.

You telling me this is
another computer glitch?

It is conceivable
that he was viewing

a synthetically generated image,
sir.

Then our computer
was daydreaming?

Computer.

Identify malfunction
immediately.

Pawn to Bishop Four.

Knight to King's Rook Three.

Bishop to Queen's Bishop Four.

Knight to Knight Five.

Queen's Knight to...

Controls are
not responding, sir.

Queen to Bishop Three.

Bishop to Bishop Two.

Impulse engines are down.

Try warp engines.

Nope, sorry, Commander.

I'd better get back
to Engineering.

Mr. La Forge

I want Lieutenant Worf
to accompany you.

Get me a full report

on the prospects of
getting our shields back.

Number One, Mr. Data, will you
join me in the conference room

as soon as possible?

It's time to discuss
the future of this mission...

if there still is one.

The fact of the matter is,
we are dealing

with the potential breakdown
of the main computer.

That's hard to accept.

The system
automatically provides

for self-correction, Captain.

There has not been a systems-
wide technological failure

on a Starship in 79 years.

Excuse me, Captain

but Dr. Stubbs
is waiting outside.

Captain, I'm sure you have
everything under control.

I'd just like to know
what's going on.

Of course, Doctor.

Sit down.

Counselor.

Commander La Forge
is attempting repairs

even as we speak.

Attempting?

That doesn't sound
particularly reassuring.

Doctor, if at all possible

we will continue
this mission as planned.

Captain,
if we miss our chance now

we don't get another
for two centuries.

There will be many questions
asked by Starfleet

if the Enterprise fails
in its duty.

Hmm. Nevertheless, my first
and foremost consideration

will be to ensure the safety
of this ship and its crew.

Ensure the safety, Captain?

Or are you really talking
about playing it safe?

My dear Doctor,
in our current position

when that star explodes,
you will get

to watch your experiment
from the inside out.

I would rather die than leave.

I don't believe you speak
for the majority of the crew.

Dr. Stubbs

I know how much
this means to you...

My dear Counselor,
no insult intended

but please turn off
your beam into my soul.

I will share the feelings

I wish to share.

Well...

if we do not leave in time,
so be it.

It's one sure way
into the record books, eh?

His nonchalance

is studied and practiced.

Mm-hmm.

Even my sensory perception
picked that up.

He's put his entire self-worth
on the line

with this experiment.

He's telling the truth

when he says
he'd rather die than leave.

Call up the cross-section

of computer core processor 451.

I want to see elements
0200 to 0300.

Aye, sir.

In order to get some power

I had to bypass
the computer core

essentially hot-wire
the connection.

Whoa, whoa, right there.

Look at that lesion.

No wonder we're coming apart
at the seams.

It's definitely some kind
of continuing disintegration

but, from what,
I can't tell you.

And I haven't the slightest idea
how to stop it.

It's just a mechanical problem
though, right?

Increase magnification,
factor 50.

I don't know, Wes,
but looking at it...

You know, if l
didn't know any better

I'd say somebody
had climbed in there

and started taking it apart.

Guinan.

I didn't think
anyone would be here.

I've never been any good at
being confined to quarters--

as my husbands will attest to.

What's that?

I'm just setting traps.

I run a clean place.

I know.

It's not that.

It's...

I'm scared, Guinan.

I think that everything
that's been going wrong

might be my fault.

You want to tell me about it?

I've been working
on my final project

for advanced genetics.

It's on nanotechnology.

I've been studying the nanites

we have in the Sick Bay
genetics supplies.

They're these little tiny robots

with gigabytes
of mechanical computer memory.

They're designed
to enter living cells

and conduct repairs.

They're supposed
to remain confined to the lab.

Are you saying
there are nanites loose?

Two of them, that's all.

I just wanted to see

how they would interact
and function in tandem.

See, in my experiment,
I had proposed a theory

that, by working together,
they could combine their skills

and increase their usefulness.

It was working.

So you made better nanites.

I was pulling an all-nighter
to collect my final data.

I fell asleep

and, when I woke up, I saw the
container had been left open.

It's just a science project.

You know, a doctor friend
once said the same thing to me.

Frankenstein was his name.

They're really harmless.

I mean, they're equipped with
only the most basic of skills.

It's almost impossible
they could be responsible.

Almost.

Dr. Crusher to Wesley Crusher.

Go ahead.

I stopped
by your quarters, Wes.

I assumed you'd be there
since you're off duty.

I know, I just had
some things to do.

Orders are orders, Mr. Crusher.

On my way.

You won't tell anybody,
will you?

I know-- I will.

If it's true.

Wes, do you think you're going
to get a good grade?

I always get an "A."

So did Doctor Frankenstein.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

Our computer core
has clearly been tampered with

and yet there is no sign

of a breach of security
on board.

We have engines back

and will attempt
to complete our mission.

But without a reliable computer

Dr. Stubbs' experiment
is in serious jeopardy.

Manual restart sequence.

Manual restart successful.

Impulse engine functions
all appear normal.

Proceed.

Shuttle Bay 2,
open hangar door.

Aye, sir.

The door did not respond.

Repeating sequence.

What in heaven's name...?

It is "Stars and Stripes
Forever," sir

by John Philip Sousa

an American composer
of band music

in the early 20th century...

Yes, yes, I know that.

Computer, shut off the music.

Music is on all
communications channels, sir.

Weapons, power, communications--

we're being stripped
one system at a time.

Shut off the power
to the Bridge.

Commander La Forge

can you get us
out of this star system safely?

No!

Not now, Doctor.

I'll try, Captain.

I don't want to overload
the engines.

Do it gently.

But do it.

We'll circuit in auxiliary power
to the Bridge.

Somehow, we'll silence Sousa
if he decides to play an encore.

The priority is to find out
who or what is doing this.

Number One, the Bridge,
such as it is, is yours.

The Egg that Stubbs laid.

No one will say that.

Nobody will say
anything at all, Wesley.

We will not even
be mentioned.

I could live with failure...

Well, maybe not.

But never even to try,
to miss your one chance at bat.

Do you know baseball?

Yes, my father taught it to me
when I was young.

Once, centuries ago,
it was the beloved

national pastime
of the Americas, Wesley.

Abandoned by a society

that prized fast food
and faster games.

Lost to impatience.

But I have seen

the great players
make the great plays.

Do you recreate them
on a holodeck?

No...

in here.

With the knowledge
of statistics--

runs, hits and errors

times at bat, box scores.

Men like us do not need

holodecks, Wesley.

I have played seasons
in my mind.

It was my reward to myself

for patience.

Knowing my turn would come.

Call your shot.

Point to a star.

One great blast

and the crowd rises.

A brand-new era in astrophysics

postponed 196 years...

on account of rain.

We have to talk.

You really look like you
could use some rest, Wesley.

I know.

It's okay, really.

No, it's not okay.

Really.

Look, Mom

I'm just checking
some traps that I set

to see if I can find out
what's happening

to the Enterprise.

On someone's orders?

We're running out of time
for Dr. Stubbs.

You can't put everything
on your shoulders, Wesley.

Even when you're off duty,
you're on duty.

Mom, you don't understand.

You are a 17 year old.

I am also an acting officer
and I have responsibilities.

I'm beginning to think

maybe you've taken on
too many responsibilities.

Look, I have done everything

that everyone has asked
of me, and more.

And how can you know?

You haven't even been here.

I'm here now, Wesley.

Come on, I'll help you.

What are you looking for?

Wesley.

I think I've made
a horrible mistake.

Nanites--

tiny machines built
from the atom up.

Designed for exposure only

to the inside of nuclei
during cellular surgeries.

Until then, they are kept
tightly contained

in a non-functioning state.

These are not ordinary nanites.

No, they have evolved.

Evolved?
How does a machine evolve?

It's true.

I am responsible for this.

I allowed two of the nanites
to interact

for a school project.

I wanted to increase
their capabilities

and they escaped.

School project?

Just how far have
these things evolved?

Well...

this is a sample

of linear memory crystal
from our computer core.

It's like candy to them.

As you can see, they're able

to mechanically
replicate themselves.

It is conceivable
that with each new generation

they enhance their own design.

The rate of evolution
would be extraordinary.

How many generations
are we dealing with here?

Engineering, display

computer core processor 451

element 0299.

Increase magnification
factor 1,000.

Can it be possible they
know what they're doing?

Why would they attack us?

Why does a mosquito
bite your ear?

And who cares?

The answer is simple--
call an exterminator.

Dr. Stubbs,
these nanites are now working

with a new,
collective intelligence.

Operating together.

Teaching each other new skills.

Oh, really.

I'm sorry, but this is nonsense.

You can't have a civilization

of computer chips.

They're made in a plant
in Dakar, Senegal.

I've watched the construction.

Then how do you explain
what we've just seen here?

It's no more mysterious
than watching a strain

of Leutscher virus
reproduce itself.

And that, at least,
is a bona fide life-form.

How many disease germs
and viruses

have you destroyed
in your time, Dr. Crusher?

Dr. Stubbs, I cannot exterminate

something that may
or may not be intelligent.

My good Captain...

There's still time.

Ensign, will you work
with Mr. Data

to try to remove them safely?

If things get worse,
we'll use stronger measures.

Gentlemen, I need a computer
that is 100 percent

in less than eight hours.

And we still have core
reconstruction to consider.

We're trying low gamma bursts.

We think it may slow down
their productivity.

Have you considered
a high-level charge?

High level gamma radiation
will kill them, Doctor.

I know.

I can't get the story
of Gulliver out of my head--

overpowered by Lilliputians.

How long do we have to wait?

We can continue
to bypass the part

of the computer that's affected

but, if the nanites
are spreading

through the whole ship...

Do you smell a change in...?

What...?

Picard to La Forge.

We have an environmental
system malfunction

on the Bridge.
Acknowledge.

Aye, sir.

Nitrogen oxide--
toxic levels.

Working on it, Captain.

I've switched to manual control
of the air handling system.

Mr. Worf, report.

He entered
a computer access room

and sterilized one
of the processors

with gamma radiation.

The nanites in the upper core

are all dead, Captain.

You have no choice now.

It is a matter of survival.

Dr. Stubbs, if you were
a member of my crew, I would...

But I am not a member
of your crew, sir.

I am a representative

of the highest command
of the Federation

which has directed you
to perform my experiment.

If any man, woman or child
on this ship

is harmed as a result
of your experiment

I will have your head

before the highest command
in the Federation.

Good lord.

You are talking about machines
with a screw loose.

Simply turn them off
and be done with them.

Dr. Stubbs

your own actions have provided
evidence to the contrary.

When you destroyed
the nanites in the core

they responded by interfering
with our life-support systems.

It is difficult to accept these
as random actions

by machines with loose screws.

In effect, you may have proven
that the nanites

do have
a collective intelligence.

Captain, the ship is at risk.

Extermination may be
our only alternative.

Good point.

Lieutenant Worf,
I want Dr. Stubbs

confined to his quarters
until further notice.

Mr. Data, can you
find me some way

to communicate
with these things?

With intelligence, there is
the capability of language

but it will depend on how far

their evolution
has brought them.

We could modify the circuitry
in the universal translator

to make it capable
of communications with them.

Proceed.

May I come in?

You just can't resist,
can you, Counselor?

I only want to help.

Yes, yes--

to break the shell

to get in touch
with my true feelings.

I'm only worried about
your state of mind, Doctor.

All right, Counselor.

What is it
that has you so worried?

Your single-mindedness.

Your need to have
this experiment work.

But it will.

Picard has no choice now.

He must defend the Enterprise.

Counselor,
when this is all over

I will show you New Manhattan

on Beth Delta l,
as you have never seen it

and we will laugh
over glasses of champagne.

Your self-portrait
is so practiced, so polished.

Yes, isn't it, though?

It's stretched so tight
the tension fills this room.

And if you finally fail

I fear it will snap.

A good try, Counselor.

But sometimes

when you reach beneath
a man's self-portrait--

as you so eloquently put it--

deep down inside,
what you find...

is nothing at all.

Lockman on first.

Dark on second.

Thompson at the plate.

Branca on the mound...

He's coming around.

I cannot believe
this was an arbitrary attack.

Has Data made any progress
in contacting them?

Picard...

you must protect me.

Kill them.

Commander Riker

on my signal, we
will gamma irradiate

all the computer systems
throughout the Enterprise.

Let's put an end
to this conflict.

Worf, prepare to activate
gamma pulse generators.

Electromagnetic scanners
ready, Captain.

Captain.

I have established contact.

As we continue, Captain

they are virtually learning
the concept of communication.

Each new generation
is making modifications.

Can we actually
talk to them, yet?

I believe it is worth
an attempt, sir.

Commander Riker,
bring Dr. Stubbs to the Bridge.

I don't think
this is a wise idea.

They have already
tried to kill me once.

One sure way
into the record books, Doctor.

I am ready, sir.

Tell them that the human

who destroyed
their comrades is here

and wishes to address them.

Captain, if I may...

And you, sir, you will
explain your error

and apologize and pray

that we can negotiate a peace
we can all live with.

Is that clear?

Captain, if a face-to-face
negotiation

would be helpful

I would like to volunteer
myself as a conduit.

Yourself, Data?

I can easily furnish the nanites
with a schematic design

of my neurological structure.

Entering my neural
network would require

no more than their
most basic skills.

That's what they
were designed for.

They could penetrate
the molecular fabric

of my hand-covering
into my nerve circuitry

and interface with
my verbal program.

If they have control
of a Starfleet Commander

they become
an even greater threat.

How can we be sure that we
can get them out of you?

It would be
a considerable risk, sir

but it would also represent
a gesture of trust on our part.

It could be an important step
toward peace, sir.

All right, Data,
propose it to the nanites.

The answer is yes.

They are ready, Captain.

Proceed.

You are very...

strange... Iooking creatures.

In our travels

we have encountered
many other creatures

perhaps even stranger-
looking than ourselves

but we try to coexist
peacefully with them.

Why did you attack us?

We misinterpreted your actions
as an attack on us.

We were...

seeking raw materials

for our replicating process.

Y es, but you
endangered this vessel

in which we all travel.

You nearly killed a crew member.

We meant no harm.

We were...

exploring.

I understand.

We are also explorers.

We mean no harm
to any other living creature.

I am the one responsible

for the deaths
in the computer core.

We know...

who you are.

I deeply regret the incident.

I am a scientist
on an important mission.

Your colleagues' exploration
of the memory core

put our mission at risk.

I was only trying
to protect

a lifetime of work
from being destroyed.

I am at your mercy.

What is "at your mercy"?

He asks your forgiveness.

This conflict was started
by mistakes on both sides.

Let's agree to end it
here and now.

We...

agree.

I pledge we will
do everything possible

to assist
your continued survival.

Thank you.

But we have evolved
beyond any need

for your assistance.

This ship is too confining.

We require relocation.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

Dr. Stubbs'
has used his influence

to have planet Kavis Alpha lV

designated the new home
of the nanite civilization.

Commander Data's neural network
has been vacated.

He has been returned to us
unharmed

and with the help
of the nanites

our computer core
has been reconstructed

in time for the experiment.

Ten seconds to stellar blast,
sir.

We're at 40 million kilometers
from the neutron star, sir.

Hold your position.

Doctor?

Do you have any children,
Guinan?

A lot.

Ever had any trouble
relating to them?

Just one.

One?

He wouldn't listen to anybody.

Well, they all go through that.

Not in a species of listeners.

Did he grow out of it?

It took several hundred years

but I managed
to bring him around.

How?

A mother shapes her child

in ways
she doesn't even realize.

Sometimes just by listening.

Cute couple.

See?

Now, that is healthy
for a boy his age.

I mean that as a doctor,
not as just a mother.

Ah, it is so good to see him
having fun for a change

with an attractive young woman

who obviously looks at him

with extraordinary affection.

What do you know
about this girl?