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Captain's Log, Stardate 43539.1.

We have moved into orbit around Bre'el lV.

With the assistance

of the planet's emergency control center

we are investigating

a catastrophic threat to the population

from a descending asteroidal moon.

The satellite's trajectory

is continuing to deteriorate, Captain.

This orbit will put it within 500 kilometers

of the planet's surface.

We are predicting the atmospheric drag

will bring it down on the next orbit.

Have you been able to find any explanation for this?

No, Doctor. It is a most unusual phenomenon.

Won't the moon disintegrate prior to impact?

No. It has a ferrous crystalline structure

and it will be able to withstand tidal forces, Captain.

Could we blow it into pieces?

The total mass of the moon would remain the same, Commander

and the impact of thousands of fragments

would spread destruction over an even wider area.

How long before impact?

29 hours, sir.

Projecting it somewhere on the western continent.

That would destroy an area 800 kilometers in radius.

That damage would be insignificant, Captain

compared to the seismic repercussions

massive landquakes and tsunami.

The force would raise a cloud of dust around the planet

Ieading to a significant temperature reduction.

We could be looking at our own ice age.

Mr. La Forge, is there any way

that the Enterprise could coax that satellite

back where it belongs?

We'd need to apply a delta-vee

of about four kilometers per second.

Even with warp power to the tractor beam, it would mean

exceeding the recommended impulse engine output

by at least 47%.

It would be like

an ant pushing a tricycle.

A slim chance at best.

Given the choice between slim and none

I'll take slim any day.

Make it so.

Lieutenant Worf, contact all ships in this sector

to rendezvous and join us in relief efforts.

We'll keep you advised of our progress.

Picard out.

Can you give us any more, Geordi?

Not without burning out the tractor beam emitter.

The circuits are already beyond the thermal limit.

Delta-vee is 92 meters per second.

The mass is too great.

We are having an effect

but it is negligible.

What is that?

Unable to identify source!

Impulse engines passing safety limits!

We're seconds

from automatic shutdown!

Reduce engine power, tractor beam off!

Lieutenant Worf, what the hell do the sensors say?!

The sound is not registering, Commander!

Q.

Red Alert.

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.

We are no closer to finding a solution

to the deteriorating orbit of the Bre'el lV moon

but with the arrival of Q

we now have a good idea of the cause.

Our options?

We've done everything by the book and a little extra.

We need more time or power, and we're short on both.

I'll take a look and see if there are any rules

I haven't broken.

Keep me informed.

We know you're behind this, Q.

These aren't my colors.

And what are you blathering about, Riker?

What kind of twisted pleasure

does it give you to bring terror into their lives?

Whose lives?

The millions of people down there

who are watching as their moon falls out of the sky.

Oh, I haven't the vaguest idea what you're talking about

and I have a much more serious problem.

I'm no longer a member of the Continuum.

My superiors have decided to punish me.

And punish us as well, it would seem.

They say I've spread chaos through the universe

and they've stripped me of all my powers.

You don't believe me, do you?

Do you think I would humiliate myself like this?

If it served your purpose, yes.

It's the truth.

I stand before you, defrocked.

Condemned to be a member of this lowest of species--

a normal, imperfect, lumpen human being.

They made you human

as part of your punishment?

No, it was my request.

I could have chosen to exist as a Markoffian sea lizard

or a Belzoidian flea.

Anything I wished, as long as it was mortal.

And since I had only a fraction of a second to mull

I chose this

and asked them to bring me here.

Why?

Because, in all the universe

you're the closest thing I have to a friend, Jean Luc.

Sir

he is reading as fully human.

What, is there an echo in here?

I am sensing

an emotional presence, Captain.

I would normally describe it as being terrified.

How rude.

What is it you want, Q?

Your compassion.

All right, sanctuary on this ship--

dreary as it may sound to the both of us.

Return that moon to its orbit.

I have no powers!

Q, the ordinary.

Q, the liar, Q, the misanthrope.

Q, the miserable.

Q, the desperate.

What must I do to convince you people?

Die.

Oh, very clever, Worf.

Eat any good books lately?

Fine. You want to be treated as human?

Absolutely.

All right.

Mr. Worf

throw him in the brig.

Delighted, Captain.

You can't do this to me, Jean-Luc.

You will walk or I will carry you.

Given the option, I'll-I'll walk.

You've disappointed me, Jean-Luc.

I'm very disappointed.

Hey, I'm claustrophobic.

I don't like it in here.

It was a mistake.

I never should have picked human.

I knew it the moment I said it.

To think of a future in this shell.

Forced to cover myself with a fabric

because of some outdated human morality--

to say nothing of being too hot or too cold--

growing feeble with age, losing my hair

catching a disease, being ticklish, sneezing

having an itch, a pimple, bad breath.

Having to bathe.

Too bad.

Klingon. I should have said Klingon.

In my heart of hearts, I am a Klingon, Worf.

Sorry.

So, you understand, I could never survive in confinement.

I mean, this is cruel and unusual punishment.

The universe has been my backyard.

As a fellow Klingon

if you would speak to the Captain on my behalf

I would be eternally grateful.

Which doesn't mean as much as it used to, I admit.

Be quiet!

Or disappear back where you came from!

I can't disappear

any more than you could win a beauty contest.

If I were to ask you a very simple question

do you think you might be able to answer it

without it troubling your intellect too much?

Ready?

Here goes.

Would I permit you to lock me away if I still

had all my powers?

You have fooled us too often, Q.

Oh, perspicacity incarnate.

Please don't feel compelled now

to tell me the story of the boy who cried "Worf."

Computer...

activate force field.

I demand to be let out of here.

Do you hear me?

You will deactivate this cell immediately.

Romulan!

I should have said Romulan-- that Klingon goat.

The question is

what sort of jaded game is he up to this time?

Maybe he just wants a big laugh.

He'll take Bre'el lV to the edge of disaster

and then pull the moon back.

Or he may have nothing to do with it at all.

You honestly think Q is telling the truth?

Oh, I agree this is highly unlikely

but we have to proceed with our current dilemma

as though Q is powerless to prevent it, don't we?

And there he sits and he watches us struggle.

I don't see that we have any choice.

Mr. Worf, will you hail the Bre'el lV science station?

They're standing by, Captain.

Yes, Captain Picard?

I'm sorry, but I have to report that our first attempt

to restore the moon to its proper orbit

has failed.

We have less than 25 hours before impact, Captain.

Our Chief Engineer is working on ways

to reinforce the tractor beam.

So, there is a hope

but if you have an evacuation plan...

We have already started moving people

from the coastal areas of the western continent.

We are going to make another attempt shortly.

Picard, out.

I've got to tell you, Geordi is not at all optimistic.

What the devil...?

Data?

Sensors are showing broadband emissions

including berthold rays.

Lethal?

No, Commander, overall exposure is less than 75 rems.

Very low intensity.

More like a soft medical scan.

I would speculate we are being probed.

By whom?

Sensors cannot identify the point of origin.

It seems to be coming from all around us.

Ah, you've come to apologize.

How nice.

All is forgiven.

No offense taken.

Enough.

Q, what exactly is going on?

Oh, but how can I know what's going on?

I've been in this dungeon of yours--

alone, helpless, bored to tears.

We have a moon, inexplicably falling out of orbit

and just now this ship was probed with berthold radiation.

I wasn't aware of this.

Truthfully, Jean-Luc.

I've been entirely preoccupied

by a most frightening experience of my own.

A couple of hours ago, I realized that my body

was no longer functioning properly.

I felt weak.

I could no longer stand.

The life was oozing out of me.

I lost consciousness.

You fell asleep.

Oh-- terrifying.

How can you stand it day after day?

You get used to it.

What other dangers await me?

I'm not prepared for this.

I need guidance.

Q, I'm not going to play along with this.

If you want to continue this charade, you can do it alone.

Jean-Luc, wait.

This is getting on my nerves, now that I have them.

You have a moon in a deteriorating orbit.

I've known moons through the universe--

big ones, small ones.

I'm an expert.

I could help you with this one-- if you let me out of here.

Q, there are millions of lives at risk.

If you have the power...

I don't have any powers.

But I have the knowledge locked up in this puny brain.

You cannot afford to not take that advantage, can you?

Mr. Data, report to Detention Cell Three.

On my way, sir.

Computer, remove the force field.

If you are human--

which I seriously doubt--

you will have to work hard to earn our trust.

I'm not worried about that, Jean-Luc.

You only dislike me.

There are others in the cosmos who truly despise me.

Mr. Data, you are hereby assigned to Q

for the remainder of his stay.

You will escort him to Mr. La Forge in Engineering.

Aye, sir.

Can I have a Starfleet uniform?

What are you looking at?

I was considering the possibility

that you are telling the truth--

that you really are human.

It's the ghastly truth, Mr. Data.

I can now stub my toe with the best of them.

An irony.

It means that you have achieved in disgrace

what I have always aspired to be.

Humans are such commonplace little creatures.

They roam the galaxy

searching for something, they know not what.

The human race has an enduring desire for knowledge

and for new opportunities to improve itself.

Well, there's certainly room for improvement

but the truth is, Data

they are a minor species in the grand scheme--

not worth your envy.

Oh, I do not feel envy.

Well, that's good.

I feel nothing at all.

That is part of my dilemma.

I have the curiosity of humans but there are questions

that I will never have the answers to--

what it is like to laugh or... or cry

or to experience any human emotions.

Hmm.

Well, if you ask me, these human emotions

are not what they're cracked up to be.

Hmm.

The moon will hit its perigee in ten hours.

Now, we match its trajectory, increase emitter coolant rate

so that we can apply continuous warp-equivalent power nine

to the tractor beam.

We can push it for nearly seven hours

and I think that just might do it.

But there's a problem.

The Enterprise will be dangerously close

to the atmosphere.

That's the problem.

This is incredible.

You see something here, Q?

I think I just hurt my back.

I'm feeling pain.

I don't like it.

What's the right thing to say?

"Ow"?

-Ow. -Ow.

Ow!

I can't straighten up.

Medical assistance to Engineering.

Q, I've got a few people down on Bre'el lV

who are going to be hurt...

Yes, yes, yes.

Your marvelous plan will not only tear the moon to pieces

but your precious ship as well.

You got a better idea?

Well, I would certainly begin by examining the cause

and not the symptom.

We've already done that, Q, and there's no way to...

This is obviously

the result of a large celestial object

passing through at near right angles

to the plane of the star system--

probably a black hole.

Can you recommend a way to counter the effect?

Simple. Change the gravitational constant of the universe.

What?

Change the gravitational constant of the universe

thereby altering the mass of the asteroid.

Redefine gravity.

And how am I supposed to do that?

You just do it.

Oh! Where's that doctor, anyway?

Geordi is trying to say

that changing the gravitational constant of the universe

is beyond our capabilities.

Oh.

Well, in that case, never mind.

Ah, Dr. Crusher.

I see Starfleet has shipped you back into exile.

Q says he has hurt his back.

Uh-huh.

Well, if I didn't see it with my own eyes

I wouldn't believe it.

According to this, he has classic back trauma--

muscle spasms.

I've been under a lot of pressure lately.

Family problems.

Mm. Well, don't expect too much sympathy from me.

You have been a pain in our backside often enough.

Ah! Oh.

Your bedside manner is admirable, Doctor.

I'm sure your patients recover quickly...

just to get away from you.

Oh!

You know, this might work.

We can't change

the gravitational constant of the universe

but if we wrap a low-level warp field around that moon

we could reduce its gravitational constant--

make it lighter, so we can push it.

Glad I could help.

Ow... I think.

Now what?

There's something wrong with my stomach.

It hurts?

It's making noises.

Maybe you're hungry.

I've never eaten before.

What do I ask for?

The choice of meal is determined by individual taste.

What do you like?

Although I do not require sustenance

I occasionally ingest semi-organic nutrient suspension

in a silicon-based liquid medium.

Is it good?

It would be more appropriate to say

it is good for me

as it lubricates my bio-functions.

That doesn't sound very appealing.

What else is there?

A wide variety of items.

The replicator can make anything you desire.

How do I know what I desire?

I have observed that the selection of food

is often influenced

by the mood of the person ordering.

I'm in a dreadful mood.

Get me something appropriate.

When Counselor Troi is unhappy

she usually eats something chocolate.

Chocolate?

Mm-hmm.

A chocolate sundae, for example.

Although I do not speak from personal experience

I have seen it

have a profound psychological impact.

I'll have ten chocolate sundaes.

Ten?

I have never seen anyone eat ten chocolate sundaes.

I'm in a really bad mood.

And since I've never eaten before

I should be... very hungry.

This is not a moment I've been looking forward to.

I hear they drummed you out of the Continuum.

I like to think of it as a significant career change.

Just one of the boys, eh?

One of the boys

with an lQ of 2,005.

The Captain and many of the crew are not yet convinced

he is truly human.

Really?

Seems human enough to me.

This is a dangerous creature.

You have no idea.

Why Picard would make her a member of the crew

and not me...

It must be terribly frightening

for you to be totally defenseless

after all of those centuries of being omnipotent.

I'm warning you, I still have friends in high places.

Frightening one race after the other

teasing them like frightened animals

and you enjoying every moment of your victims' fears.

From now on, I'll do missionary work, okay?

That would be a most noble cause, Q.

You could learn a lot from this one.

Sure-- the robot who teaches the course in humanities.

I am an android, not a robot.

I beg your pardon.

I'd enjoy that.

And you better get used to it.

What?

Begging.

You're a pitiful excuse for a human.

The only way you're going to survive

is on the charity of others.

Oh, I'm not hungry.

Captain, sensors are picking up a cloud of energetic plasma

bearing 341 mark 20.

Range-- 12 kilometers and closing.

On screen.

Energy patterns are reading as highly organized.

A life-form?

Attempt to make contact, Mr. Worf.

Receiving a signal, sir.

On speaker.

Computer, analyze signal.

Signal patterns indicate intelligence.

Unable to derive necessary referents

to establish translation matrix.

What's that?

I don't know.

Calamarain.

Be careful!

Captain, we're being hit

by a field of energetic tachyons penetrating the hull.

Location-- deck ten, forward.

Red Alert.

Geordi, increase power to shields.

Increasing power by 20%.

No effect.

Increasing to 40%.

Still no effect.

Adjusting shield harmonics.

Diverting power to the forward grids.

The added harmonics are blocking the tachyon field.

Help me!

Somebody, help me!

How the mighty have fallen.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

We have sustained light damage from an attack

by an alien species known as the Calamarain.

They apparently have a grievance with Q--

no doubt one of many life-forms that do.

The, uh, Calamarain are not very hospitable creatures.

They exist as swirls of ionized gas.

What did you do to them, Q?

Oh, nothing bizarre.

Nothing grotesque.

You tormented them.

A subjective term, Riker.

One creature's torment is another creature's delight.

They simply have no sense of humor.

A character flaw with which you can... personally identify.

I say we turn him over to them.

Oh, well, I take it back.

You do you have a sense of humor--

a dreadful one at that.

I'm serious.

Of course.

You knew this would happen, didn't you?

One can never anticipate the Calamarain.

They're very intelligent, but very flighty.

Yes, but you must have so many enemies.

Certainly you knew that if once you became mortal

some of them might look you up.

It had occurred to me.

Mm-hmm.

And for all your protestations of "friendship"

your real reason for being here is protection.

You're very smart, Jean-Luc.

But I know human beings.

They're all sopping over

with compassion and forgiveness.

They can't wait to absolve almost any offense.

It's an inherent weakness of the breed.

On the contrary, it is a strength.

You call it what you will, but I think you'll protect me

even though I've tormented you now and again.

Fighting off all the species which you have insulted

would be a full-time mission.

That's not the one I signed up for.

Indeed.

Human or not, I want no part of you.

We will deposit you at the first starbase.

Let them deal with you.

Uh-uh, but I could be a valuable member of the team.

I'm human.

I can learn.

He has provided important theoretical guidance

for Geordi's analysis of the Bre'el satellite, Captain.

It seems you have an advocate, Q.

I am merely stating the fact, Counselor.

Mr. La Forge, your status?

I've been putting together a program

to extend the forward lobe of the warp field.

The field coils aren't designed to envelope such a large volume

but I'm attempting to modify their alignment parameters.

Maintaining field integrity will be difficult, Geordi.

Well, I'm pretty sure that we can do it manually.

The moon will come to its perigee in 14 minutes.

Mr. Data, you will escort Q to Engineering.

You will assist Mr. La Forge.

Mr. Worf, hail the Bre'el lV science station.

Aye, sir.

Picard thinks I can't cut it on his starship.

I can do anything his little trained minions can do.

I do not perceive your skills to be in doubt, Q.

The Captain is merely concerned with your ability

to successfully interact with "his little trained minions."

Human interpersonal relationships are more complex.

Your experience may not have adequately prepared you.

I'm not interested in human interpersonal relationships.

I just want to prove to Picard that I'm indispensable.

Engineering.

To function aboard a starship, or in any human activity

you must learn to form relationships.

It's so hard.

And of more immediate importance

is your ability to work within groups.

I'm not good in groups.

It's difficult to work in a group

when you're omnipotent.

The tides reached 10 meters on the last orbit.

They are already beginning to swell again.

We have a lot of frightened people down here, Captain.

Your moon has begun moving towards its perigee.

We're preparing to make our attempt.

Our population has already taken shelter

but I'm afraid no shelter will be adequate if you fail

especially for the people on the western continent.

Whatever the results

we know you've done your best, Picard.

It's appreciated.

We'll keep you advised, Doctor.

Picard out.

Captain, sensors are picking up

an increased energy output from the Calamarain.

La Forge to Bridge.

The moon has reached its minimum orbital distance.

It's time, Captain.

We'll have to lower shields.

Proceed.

Mr. Worf, keep a close eye on Q's friends out there.

Understood.

All right, everyone, this is what we're going to be doing...

Q, everybody already knows

what they're going to do, except for you.

Now, here's what I need...

La Forge, obviously, my knowledge

and experience far exceeds yours by about a billion times.

So, if you'll just step aside gracefully.

Your experience will be most valuable to me

if you can manually control the field integrity.

Don't be foolish.

That would be a waste of my talents.

Q, get to the controls or get the hell out of here!

Data, you're my liaison to the Bridge.

I'll need you with me.

Who does he think he is, giving me orders?

Geordi thinks he is in command here

and he is correct.

Engineering, holding at station keeping, range 640 meters.

Containment fields to flight tolerance.

Warp core to 90%.

Engage field coils, tractor beam to stand-by.

Field output? Field output?

Two-seventeen.

Impulse engines to full.

Ready to engage tractor beam.

Lowering shields, engage tractor beam.

Extending warp field forward.

Engineering, is that the forward limit?

Yes, Captain, we are unable to encompass the entire moon.

Do you recommend that we proceed?

The two parts of the moon

will have different inertial densities.

Stand by, Captain.

I can adjust the field symmetry to compensate.

I doubt it.

You don't know what this ship can do, mister.

Yes, Captain, I still believe it'll work.

Increasing power to warp field and tractor beam.

And if you're wrong

the moon will crumble due to subspace compression.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Shut up, Q.

I will not be spoken to in this manner!

Data.

Q, I strongly suggest that you cooperate.

Inertial mass of the moon is decreasing

to approximately 2.5 million metric tons.

It is working.

We can move it.

Firing impulse engines.

Captain, the moon's trajectory has moved.3 percent.

.4 percent.

Emergency! Shields up.

Disengage tractor beam.

Calamarain attacking.

Shields holding. Tachyon field repelled.

Captain, the impact of the blast

is pushing us into the upper atmosphere.

Hull temperature rising-- 2,000 degrees

2,500 degrees.

Moving to full impulse power.

Calamarain resuming attack.

They've overpowered the shields.

Hull penetration, deck 36-- Engineering.

Geordi, can you direct anymore power to the shields?

We need all the power we have

to get out of the atmosphere, Commander.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Get off!

No, no, no, no, no!

Try activating the structural integrity field.

Yes, sir.

It's not working.

Structural field harmonics on manual.

La Forge, hull temperature falling.

We're in the clear.

Diverting power to forward sections now.

That charge nearly knocked out his positronic net.

What can you do for him?

We can try to discharge and reset the motor pathways

recouple the autonomic nodes...

There's overpressure in his fluidic systems.

Thermal shock.

If he was mortal, he'd be dead.

Well, let's not overstate the matter here, Doctor.

I'm mortal and I survived.

Oh, the cheers are overwhelming.

Q, you exceed

your own standards of self-preoccupation.

You have no concern for an officer

who may have saved your life.

He's strong. He'll survive.

Osmotic pressure still rising.

Maybe we can bypass the flow regulator.

It would be helpful if everybody just got out of here now.

Stay with Q.

Geordi?

Hmm?

The moon's trajectory.

All we did was buy ourselves another orbit-- at most.

We can try again

when the moon comes back to its perigee.

And when we drop our shields

the Calamarains go after Q again.

Commander, he's not worth it.

Come.

You're right, of course.

I'm extraordinarily selfish

but it has served me so well in the past.

It will not serve you here.

Don't be so hard on me, Jean-Luc.

You've been a mortal all your life.

You know all about dying.

I've never given it a second thought.

Or a first one, for that matter.

I could have been killed.

If it hadn't been for Data

and that one brief delay he created

I would have been gone.

No more me.

And no one would have missed me

would they?

Data may have sacrificed himself for me.

Why?

That is his special nature.

He learned the lessons of humanity well.

When I ask myself if I would have done the same for him

and I am forced to answer no

I feel... I feel ashamed.

Q, I am not your father confessor.

You will receive no absolution from me.

You have brought nothing but pain and suffering to this crew.

And I am still not entirely convinced

that all this isn't your latest attempt at a puerile joke.

It is a joke, a joke on me--

joke of the universe, the king who would be man.

As I learn more and more

what it is to be human, I am more and more convinced

that I would never make a good one.

I don't have what it takes.

Without my powers, I'm frightened of everything.

I'm a coward.

And I'm miserable.

And I can't go on this way.

He's going to be all right.

We're re-calibrating

his language circuits, so he can't talk yet.

There are creatures in the universe

who would consider you the ultimate achievement, android.

No feelings, no emotions, no pain--

and yet you covet those qualities of humanity.

Believe me, you're missing nothing.

But if it means anything to you, you're a better human than l.

Where's the main shuttle bay?

Main shuttle bay is located on deck four.

Take me there.

Captain, an unscheduled shuttle has just been launched.

On main viewer.

Hailing frequency.

Frequency's open.

Shuttle occupant, identify yourself.

Don't try and talk me out of it, Jean-Luc.

Q, return to the ship immediately.

I just can't get used to following orders.

Captain, the plasma cloud is moving toward the shuttle.

It's easier this way.

They won't bother you after I'm gone.

Engineering, prepare to extend shields.

Please, don't fall back on your tired cliche

of charging to the rescue just in the nick of time.

I don't want to be rescued.

My life as a human being has been a dismal failure.

Perhaps my death will have a little dignity.

Q, there is no dignity in this suicide.

Yes, I suppose you're right.

Death of a coward, then, so be it.

But as a human, I would have died of boredom.

This goes against my better judgment.

Transporter Room Three, lock on to Shuttle One.

Beam it back into its bay.

Aye, Captain.

It's a perfectly good shuttlecraft.

Captain, unable to transport.

For some reason, I can't lock on to the shuttlecraft.

Worf, are you sensing

any interference from the Calamarain?

No, sir, but they are still moving toward the shuttle.

Geordi, extend shields around Shuttle One.

Extending shields.

Commander, the shields are frozen.

Cause?

Unknown.

Lock on tractor beam.

Tractor beam is not functioning, either.

What the hell is going on?

Not bad, Q.

Not great...

but not bad.

Q!

Ah!

Sacrificing yourself for these humans?

Do I detect a little selfless act?

You flatter me.

I was only trying to put a quick end

to a miserable existence.

What a dreadful color.

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I've been keeping track of you.

I always thought you were in my corner.

Ah, no, no.

See, actually, I was the one who got you kicked out.

You know, you're incorrigible, Q.

You're a lost cause.

I can't go to a single solar system

without having to... apologize for you

and I'm tired of it.

I wasn't the one who misplaced

the entire Deltived asteroid belt.

Hey, this isn't about me.

I got better places to be.

But somebody had to keep an eye on you

to make sure you still didn't find a way to cause trouble.

Even as a member of this...

hmm... Iimited species.

Well, l... I hope I've been entertaining you.

Barely.

But... I find these humans rather interesting.

I'm beginning to understand what you see in them.

After all the things that you've done

they're still intent on keeping you safe.

A genetic weakness of the race.

And they're still at it.

They just tried to...

mmm... beam you up, back whatever it is they call it.

Really.

I stopped them.

Well, if the Calamarains hurry up and finish me off

we can get you back on your way.

Afraid I had to put them on hold, too.

You see, there's still this matter of the selfless act.

Now, you and I both know

that the Calamarain would have eventually destroyed

the Enterprise to get to you

and that's really why you left, right?

It was a teeny bit selfless, wasn't it?

Oh! Yeah, and there's my problem.

See, I can't go back to the Continuum

and tell them that you committed

a selfless act just before the end.

If I do, there's going to be questions

there's going to be explanations for centuries.

I've learned my lesson, Q.

Remember who you're talking to--

all knowing, all seeing.

Hmm, fine.

Oh... you got your powers back.

Try and stay out of trouble.

So they wanted to destroy me, did they?

If you think I tormented you in the past, my little friends

wait until you see what I do with you now.

Q...?

I was just seeing if you were still watching.

Captain, the aliens have disappeared

and so has the shuttle.

Scan the sector.

I have, sir.

Well... I suppose that is the end of Q.

Au contraire, mon capitaine!

He's back!

I'm forgiven.

My brothers and sisters of the Continuum

have taken me back.

I'm immortal again, omnipotent again.

Swell.

Don't fret, Riker.

My good fortune is your good fortune.

I don't need your fantasy women.

Oh, you're so stolid.

You weren't like that before the beard.

Very well.

Q!

But I feel like celebrating.

I don't!

All right.

All of it.

Oh...

Now, at the risk of being rude...

Yes, once again, I've overstayed my welcome.

As a human, I was ill-equipped to thank you

but, as myself, you have my everlasting gratitude.

Until next time.

Ah, but, before I go, there's a debt I wish to repay

to my professor of the humanities.

Data, I've decided

to give you something very, very special.

If your intention is to make me human, Q...

No, no, no, no, no.

I would never curse you by making you human.

Think of it... as a going-away present.

Data...?

Data, why are you laughing?

It...

I do not know.

But it was a wonderful... feeling.

Captain, Bre'el lV is hailing us.

On screen, Lieutenant.

Captain Picard, you've done it.

I'm sorry?

The moon-- it's back to its normal orbit.

However you did it, thank you.

Let's see it, Worf.

Mr. Data, your analysis?

The moon's altitude is 55,000 kilometers.

Projected orbit is circular.

There is no further danger to the planet.

Ensign, set course for Station Nigala lV.

Aye, sir.

Perhaps there's a... residue of humanity in Q after all.

Ensign, en...

Don't bet on it, Picard.