All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s07e03.Interface

Geordi, have you found it yet?

Not yet.

I'm starting to get some fumes!

Ammonia... chlorine

potassium chloride.

Oh, I can feel the heat
from here.

There it is.

How far?

About ten meters
up the ODN line.

Boy, it's hot.

I'd say over 2,000 degrees.

I'm going in.

We're okay.

I've activated the emergency
suppression system.

All his vital functions
are completely normal.

The interface unit
is operating

within expected parameters.

Why did he
start coughing

when he went
through the gases?

Psychosomatic response.

I feel like I'm actually here...

I mean, there...
in the Jefferies tube.

It's funny...
when I saw the smoke

I couldn't help but cough.

No one has ever reported

so complete a
sensory experience.

The interface is perfect
for Geordi

because his VISOR inputs
allow the probe

to transmit information

directly into
his cerebral cortex.

It looks like this
is going to work.

Geordi, I'd like
to get the probe

out of the Jefferies tube
onto the Launch Bay

before we reach
Marijne VII.

Will do.

Wait a minute.

Something's wrong.

I can't get my left leg to work.

What is it?

The probe is designed
to respond

to any movement
Geordi intends to make.

When his brain sends
a message to move his leg

the interface should move
the probe instead.

Apparently, the tactile
sensors are too low.

I will increase the input.

There it goes.

I'm on my way down.

Why the bodysuit?

It provides

tactile sensations
so that Geordi can feel

he's in the same environment
as the probe.

Geordi, what's wrong?

Nothing.

I'm seeing my reflection
in a panel.

I forgot
what a handsome guy I am.

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,
Stardate 47215.5.

We are responding
to a distress call

from the science vessel Raman,
which is apparently trapped

inside the turbulent atmosphere
of an unusual gas giant planet.

We will use an experimental
interface probe

in our attempt to rescue it.

I have reviewed
the vessel's mission plans.

The Raman was to descend
to the lower atmosphere

11,000 kilometers below
its current position.

The crew was to sample
the atmosphere at that level

and then return
to a safer orbit.

Something must have
happened down there.

Maybe the shields failed

or they had some kind
of inversion reaction

in the nacelles.

Any life signs?

Our biosensors
are useless.

There's too much interference
in the atmosphere.

Their crew might
still be alive.

There's no way

we can tell
from up here.

Will the probe
be able to transmit

through that interference?

The probe sends information
via a focused particle beam.

It should be able to cut through
the interference.

But we may have
to operate the probe

at close to tolerance levels.

Hmm. Will your nervous system

be able to handle
that much sensory input?

We've already tested
the interface

at about 70% of tolerance.

We shouldn't have
any trouble going higher.

The safety override will
kick in at about 98% tolerance

and that will disengage
the interface.

Captain, I am receiving
a transmission

from Starfleet Command...
Admiral Holt.

In my ready room.

The seven people on that ship
are our first priority.

Is the probe ready
for launch?

Yes, sir.

Send it directly
to the aft section of the Raman

through the secondary airlock.

That way it should put it

just one bulkhead away
from the Bridge.

I'll interface with the probe
as soon as it's ready

and take it the rest
of the way from there.

Make it so.

Hello, Marcus.

Jean-Luc.

How's life on DS3?

We're hosting this year's palio.

The, uh, Ferengi have already
been accused of trying

to bribe the Breen pilot
into throwing the race.

Well, there's nothing unusual
about that.

Nothing at all.

I wish I could say
that I was calling

just to catch up on things.

Nine days ago

the Hera left here
on a routine courier mission.

We were in contact with it
for five of those days.

Then the ship disappeared
without a trace.

The Hera?

I'm afraid so.

The Excelsior and the Noble
have been retracing its course

for the last 72 hours.

Nothing.

I'm going to keep them at it
for another 72

but to be honest

I don't think another week
would make any difference.

I'll inform Commander La Forge.

Mr. Data, I'd like a word
with Commander La Forge.

Aye, sir.

I will be on the Bridge.

Geordi, I've just spoken
with Starfleet.

The Hera is missing.

Missing?

My mother?

Captain La Forge has disappeared

along with the rest
of her crew.

I saw your father last week

and your sister about ten days
before that.

I decided I missed
my favorite son.

Your only son, Ma.

You're going to have
to see the Hera again.

We have a lot of new faces
on board

including a chief engineer
who juices up the nacelles

every chance she gets.

I think she's the best
technician in the fleet.

Okay, second best.

Come in.

I'm sorry.

- I didn't know you were...
- Don't worry about it.

Maybe you should meet her.

We're going to be
in the same sector next week.

Take a shuttle over,
and I'll introduce you.

My mother's always trying
to find me a wife.

But if you're too busy,
I'll see you at your

father's birthday party.

Remember, if you talk to him,
it's a surprise.

This came in
about three weeks ago.

I never got back to her.

Geordi, the probe has entered
the planet's atmosphere

and I'm ready to take it

onto the ship.

If you would like to take
a couple of days off

I'll run the interface.

The interface is calibrated

specifically
to my VISOR's inputs.

It would take you at least
ten hours to convert it

and those crewmen
down there can't wait.

The interface doesn't have
to be fully compatible.

I could run it right now.

I wouldn't have
the same control that you have

but it would still work.

Forget it.

I'm the best person
for the job

and there's no reason why we
shouldn't proceed as planned.

The Hera is reason enough.

The Hera is missing,
that's all

and until I hear
something different

my mother just
might as well have

taken the crew on an
unscheduled holiday.

Let's go.

Captain, the probe
is through the airlock

and in position
aboard the Raman.

Picard to Commander Data,
report.

We are ready to bring the
interface on line, sir.

Proceed.

Activating the remote sensors.

Initiating interface... now.

Vital signs are normal.

Geordi, how do you feel?

Fine.

Do you have
visual contact?

Not yet.

Data, turn up
the input sensors.

I'm not seeing anything.

Acknowledged.

Okay, I can see

but no colors.

Increasing signal strength
to 75% of tolerance.

Ah...

that's better.

Your pulse has gone up.

Your nervous system

probably has to get used
to the input levels.

I'm excited, that's all, Doctor.

This is like being on
a roller coaster.

Or a first date.

I'm all right.

I'll be the judge of that.

If your heart rate gets too high

we're going to disconnect you.

Understood.

It's a mess in here.

There must be a breach
in the hull someplace.

I'm picking up atmospheric gases
in the corridor.

Methane and ammonia primarily.

That break in the hull might
even be on the Bridge itself.

I'm heading towards the Bridge.

I found someone.

What is your position?

About 12 meters
up the main corridor.

He's trapped under some conduit
from the bulkhead.

I can't move it.

I'm going to need more power
to the tractor beam.

Go to 80% of
tolerance, Data.

No higher.

He's dead.

Data... that door
at the end of this corridor.

What's it lead to?

A magnetic storage bay.

If there was a break
in the Bridge

that'd be
the safest place to go.

Data, give me a phaser burst.

Narrow focus,
level four intensity.

I found them.

They're dead...

all of them.

There's a fire in here.

Data, disconnect.

What happened?

Geordi?

I don't know.

My hands.

They're burned.

How did this happen?

There was some kind
of energy discharge

in the interface suit.

But shouldn't the safety
overrides have prevented that?

Yes, but I have a theory
why they didn't.

The tolerance levels
of the interface

were set extremely high.

I think Geordi's neural response
to the input was so strong

that it created a feedback loop.

The sensors
that were transmitting

the sensation of heat
to my hands

must have overloaded.

The crew
of the Raman are dead.

I would like to retrieve them
and their vessel

but not if it means
putting Geordi's safety at risk.

If we turn down the sensory
input on the probe

I should be fine.

Seven people lost their lives

down there, Captain.

We should at least retrieve

the information
they were collecting.

Doctor?

If we operate
the interface

at lower input levels

I'd say the risk
is acceptable.

Picard to Riker.

Riker here.

We will proceed
with the probe.

We'll have to take it
into the Raman's

Auxiliary Control Room.

Their Bridge is
too badly damaged.

How long before you
have it in position?

A couple of hours.

We have to cut through
the bulkhead.

Acknowledged.

Well, it looks like you'll have
time to recuperate.

Yeah...

There's something
I've got to do anyway.

How are you, Dad?

As well as could be expected...

under the circumstances.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I spoke with your sister
this morning.

She said she'll be in touch
with you in a few days.

Right now, she's pretty upset.

The service... for the Hera
will probably be on Vulcan.

Most of the crew
were from there.

But your sister and I...
want to have a private ceremony.

Dad...

don't you think everybody's
jumping the gun here?

Last I heard

there were still two starships
out there looking for them.

They found no debris

no residual warp distortion...

And no ship.

Not yet, but that doesn't mean
they won't.

Starfleet is considering
the Hera lost.

The search isn't much more
than a formality at this point.

Geordi...

your mother's gone.

Yeah, well, you can think that
if you want

but until I see
some hard evidence

I'm not going to give up hope.

All right, Geordi.

Call me if you need anything.

Come in.

Hey, Data.

Still working?

No. I have completed

the adjustments
to the interface.

I am now waiting
for Commander Riker

to finish
moving the probe.

Do you need
to be comforted?

No. I was just passing by.

I was wondering
what you were up to.

I am using the time to catch up
on my study of poetry.

Data, there's nothing
on the screen.

That is not entirely correct.

While it is true
the display is currently blank

this... emptiness
has a poetic meaning.

Therefore

it cannot be considered
"nothing" as such.

Says who?

The ancient Doosodarians.

Much of their poetry contains
such "lacunae" or empty spaces.

Often these pauses measured
several days in length

during which
poet and audience

were encouraged
to fully acknowledge

the emptiness of the experience.

I can remember a few lectures

from Starfleet Academy
that seemed that way.

Are you certain you do not wish
to talk about your mother?

Why would you say that?

You are no
doubt feeling

emotional distress as a result
of her disappearance.

While you claim to be
"just passing by"

that is most likely an excuse
to start a conversation

about this
uncomfortable subject.

Am I correct?

No, Data.

Sometimes "just passing by"
means "just passing by."

Hmm. Then I apologize
for my premature assumption.

This particular poem has
a lacuna of 47 minutes.

You may experience
the emptiness

with me if you wish.

Thanks.

You know, Data,
maybe you gave up

a little too easily.

I do not understand.

Well, when I said

"just passing by"
means "just passing by"

I really didn't mean it.

Then my initial assumption
was correct.

You do wish to speak
of your mother.

Am I crazy to think
that she's still alive?

Your sanity
is not in question.

However, your evaluation

of the available information
is biased.

She's a starship captain.

She's gotten herself

into and out of
impossible situations before.

Why should this
be any different?

Disappearances fitting
the profile of the Hera

have rarely ended

with the safe recovery
of ship and crew.

Well, that makes me
feel much better.

Look, I'm...
I'm sorry, Data.

I didn't mean
to snap at you.

I am not offended.

You are upset.

Your reactions
are not surprising.

It's just that if...

if she really is dead...

I don't know what
I'm going to do.

We're receiving
the probe's telemetry.

The input levels

are currently
at 53% of tolerance.

That's too low, Data.

I won't be able
to do anything down there.

I want to start with as wide
margin of safety as possible.

We can adjust upward later.

Ready?

Go ahead.

Initiating interface.

I can't see anything.

I am increasing
the input now.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's better,
but I need more.

Is this level sufficient?

Geordi?

Geordi, do you hear me?

Mom?

Mom, is it you?

Is it you?

Oh, I forgot.

All you can see
is this probe.

Yes! It's me!

I'm... I'm actually
on the Enterprise.

I'm interfaced

with this probe.

Geordi...

who are you
speaking to?

What are you seeing?

But is it really you?

Yes, Geordi.

It's Mom.

But how can that be?

I mean,
how is this possible?

There's no time to explain.

We have to go down.

Down where?

The surface.

Geordi, report.

Hang on, Doctor.

Why? Why do we have to go

down to the surface?

We're dying.

We? The Hera?

You mean the Hera

is down there?!

We're disconnecting you
right now!

No, wait!

We need your help.
I need your help.

- Geordi!
- Mom!

The cutoff has been
automatically activated.

He's in neural shock.

The sensory overload didn't
cause any permanent damage

but I wouldn't want
to expose his brain

to that kind
of stimulus again.

Is there any indication

what caused
this hallucination?

His brain functions
are normal.

I told you,
I wasn't hallucinating.

Geordi, I have analyzed
the probe's sensor logs.

There are no records to indicate
the presence of a living human

on board the Raman.

Well, she wasn't
exactly there.

Her ship is down
on the surface.

So, you believe
that what you saw

was some kind
of transmission?

Somehow she has managed
to communicate with me.

We have no indication

of a transmission
of any kind.

Maybe I'm the only one who can
detect it because I'm interfaced

with the probe.

The probe does allow Geordi
to sense quantum fluctuations

subspace anomalies
and other phenomenon

not perceptible
by any other kind of sensor.

Granted, but how could he
perceive his mother visually

as if she were
standing there in the room?

I'm not sure

but I do know that our
brains weren't designed

to process the kind of sensory
information Geordi was getting.

When the brain
receives something

it doesn't understand

in interprets the
input as best it can...

sometimes as a
smell or a sound

sometimes visually.

You see?

But, Geordi

I'm not saying
that your mother

was really communicating
with you.

I'm just trying
to give you a reason

why you might have
thought that she was.

Look, I'm telling you

my mother's ship is trapped
down there

and-and we've got
to help them.

Geordi, the Hera's
last reported position

was 300 light-years away.

How could it end up here?

If the Hera
is on the surface

its hull could not
possibly withstand

the pressure
of the atmosphere.

Well, at least let me

go back down there
just to be sure.

I do not recommend that
he use the interface again.

The sensory overload
almost killed you.

I'll be all right.

No, no, I'm sorry, Geordi.

I'm not prepared
to risk your life.

Data, find another way
of salvaging the Raman.

I want an alternate
plan in two hours.

Geordi...

I'd like you to talk
to Counselor Troi.

She's expecting you.

What's your mother like, Geordi?

If you think I'm going
to start talking

about my childhood, Counselor,
you're way off.

That's not what I asked.

Well...

she's...

she's brilliant...

funny.

She's incredibly
perceptive.

She knows people.

Knows what they're all about

even before
they open their mouths.

She's always been that way.

She's...

she's a real good judge
of character.

When was the last time
you saw her?

About seven months ago

when she first took command
of the Hera.

I went to a party

she had
for her crew.

She wanted me to
come over and see her

but I was... really
busy at the time.

I mean, I suppose I
could have made the time

to go and
see her, but...

You know,
I just didn't think that...

I mean, you know, I...

I didn't think that...

You didn't think it would be
your last chance to see her.

That's not what
I was going to say.

I want to suggest
something.

Call it a theory, all right?

All right.

You're worried about the
disappearance of your mother...

guilty that you didn't see her
when you had the chance

so you're unwilling
to consider

that she might be dead.

Your need to believe
she's alive is so strong

that it manifests itself
as a physical image.

Yes, but she told me
she's trapped on that planet

that she's in danger.

Now, if this were
some sort of wish fulfillment

don't you think
I'd be fantasizing her

safe and sound?

No, because that would be
the end of your fantasy.

You'd know
it wasn't true.

The more involved
and complicated

and unending your story is

the longer you can believe
your mother's still alive.

Yeah, well, that's your theory,
Counselor.

I've got one of my own.

I've been exploring
the possibility

of using a tractor beam

to pull the Raman
from the atmosphere.

However, the high level
of interference

prevents a positive lock.

If we set up some sort
of relay system...?

That is my conclusion
as well, Commander...

two shuttlecraft staggered

between the Enterprise
and the Raman

with their shields adjusted
to refocus the tractor beam.

Can we get the shuttles
close enough without danger?

Mr. La Forge?

Sure... um... yeah.

As long as we keep them both
above the troposphere

that'll be all right.

Then in that case...

But what about the Hera?

We'd be leaving my mother
and her crew

stranded on the planet.

Commander...

I've been thinking about this.

A couple of weeks ago,
I got a message from my mother.

She said she had
a new chief engineer

who had been experimenting
with the warp drive.

Now, I've seen the Hera.

It uses trionic initiators
in the warp coil.

They have a reputation
for strange side effects

especially when you start
playing around with them.

There have been
reports of warp bubbles

and other subspace deformations.

So, what if that's
what happened?

Not a warp bubble

but a subspace funnel.

Connecting two points
through subspace?

Well, the Hera could have

accidentally created
a distortion

that emptied out
right here at Marijne VII.

Why here?

Well, the Hera

passed by this planet
just ten days ago.

Now, there's an awful lot
of subspace disturbance

in the atmosphere.

The ship could have accidentally
picked up some residual traces

that directed the funnel
right back here.

So the Hera's in one piece
somewhere out there?

Well, maybe it's being
surrounded

by some kind of warp field,
but who knows for how long?

Mr. La Forge,
do you have any evidence

to support this hypothesis?

Well, I did pick up some pretty
strange subspace readings

when I was interfaced
with the probe.

Geordi, that could
have been anything.

Yeah, but I talked
to her, Commander.

She asked me to bring
the Raman closer to the planet.

Mr. Data,
is any of this possible?

Yes, sir.

However, it is highly unlikely.

How unlikely?

Nearly impossible, sir.

Let's proceed
with the shuttle plan.

Captain...

Dismissed.

Mr. La Forge.

I want you to know that
I am not unsympathetic

to what you're
going through.

Your mother's
disappearance is tragic

but I cannot risk
your safety

on the basis of
a dubious hypothesis.

Captain, if I'm right,
and there's just

one chance in a million
that she's alive...

I'm sorry, Geordi.

My decision is made.

I understand, sir.

We'll be in position
to use the tractor beam

in less than an hour.

You didn't come all the way
down here to tell me that.

No, I didn't.

Geordi...

I may have seemed
a little harsh

about the situation
aboard the Raman.

I just don't like the idea
of one of my best officers

putting himself
in unnecessary danger.

I guess I feel like
I should be the one

to decide whether
it's unnecessary or not.

My mother died
when I was a baby.

All I had was pictures

and the stories that my father
used to tell me about her.

I begged him to tell
those stories...

over and over.

When I was five
and I went to school

I started to tell my new friends
those same stories

pretending that
she was alive.

Then I started believing
that she was alive...

that she had just gone away...

but that she was coming back.

The teacher got wind of this.

She and my father
had this talk with me.

They told me
it was important

to accept the fact

that my mother was dead

and that she wasn't coming back

and all the hoping in the world
wouldn't make it so.

In my mind, that was the day
that my mother actually died.

I cried all that night

but after that, it
started feeling better.

Your mother was dead.

There was proof.
There was a body and a funeral.

It was a reality.

- Geordi...
- lf I could see a body

if there were wreckage,
I could accept it

but my mother
has just disappeared

and now,
there's a possibility

that she is alive

and I'm not going to quit.

Not yet.

I suspected
you would attempt

to operate
the interface alone.

Did you?

I am familiar enough with
your behavior patterns

to predict certain...
decisions.

Well, I guess you know me
pretty well.

You are disobeying
the Captain.

I can't just sit back
and do nothing

when I know that my mother may
be down on that planet.

I cannot allow you
to endanger your well-being.

Data... if I leave
without knowing for sure

then I'll have
to live with that

for the rest of my life...
wondering if I left her to die.

I couldn't do that.

That's why
I've got to do this.

I could have you
confined to quarters

for the duration
of the mission.

If that's what you need
to do, Data, then do it

because nothing short of that

is going to stop me
from trying to save my mother.

What are you doing?

I will monitor the interface
and attempt to keep you safe.

I cannot have you confined
to quarters

for something
you have not yet done.

You know, we could both get
into a lot of trouble for this.

There is a high degree
of probability

that you are correct.

Thanks, Data.

However, I do have a request.

Yeah? What's that?

I would ask you

to consider the possibility

that what you see is not real.

I will.

I promise.

I am establishing the interface.

Mom?

Mom?

Hello, Geordi.

Mom.

How did you get here?

I'm not really with you, Geordi.

I'm on my ship on the surface.

We were pulled
into a warp funnel.

That's just what I thought.

How are we communicating?

We found a way to send
a subspace signal

that could cut through
the atmospheric interference.

Geordi, are you seeing
the image of your mother?

Yes, and she's just confirmed

everything I've been saying.

I am reading unusual
subspace energy

in your vicinity

similar to what
the probe sensor recorded

the first time
you encountered your mother.

That's how
she's communicating with me.

It's the only kind of signal
they could send

that could cut through
the interference.

We need your help.

I've been thinking
about this.

I'm going to take the Raman
into a low stationary orbit

and initiate
an inverse warp cascade.

Why?

Well, the subspace
distortion from the cascade

should reverse
the warp funnel.

Your ship will end up
right back where it started.

Geordi, the atmosphere

becomes increasingly turbulent
the farther down you go.

You may not be able
to bring the Raman

close enough to the Hera

before being destroyed.

I have to try, Data.

We're running out of time.

Shields back on line.

We're starting our descent.

Thank God.

Thank God?

That you're alive

that I was right
about all of this.

I can't wait to call Dad.

He and Ariana had given up.

We're going home.

Well, eventually, yea...

Data...

everything's fading
in and out.

I'm losing the interface.

The probe is descending
out of range.

You'll have to turn up the input
gain to maintain my connection.

We are already
at 75% of tolerance.

Data, you can turn it

all the way up to a 100
if you do it slowly enough...

give my nervous system a chance
to adjust.

That is theoretically true

but even at this level of input,
you are already experiencing

dangerous neural feedback.

There are over 300 people

are on board the Hera, Data.

You and I are the only
chance they've got.

I will increase the gain
incrementally as you descend.

It's working.

When we are ready
to disconnect the interface

we must allow enough time
to lower the input levels.

Otherwise, your nervous system
will go into shock

from the sudden drop in input.

Well, once I initiate
the warp cascade

we can start
dropping the gain.

Understood.

We'll be within
sensor range of the Hera

in a few minutes.

Mom... I'm really sorry
I didn't get by to see you

a couple of weeks ago.

You were too busy with work.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

Captain, the Raman

is descending
toward the planet.

Geordi.

We are at 90% of tolerance.

My calculations show
you will reach 100% of tolerance

before you are
in range of the Hera.

Then we're going to have
to go beyond tolerance.

That would not be advisable.

You must cease your descent.

No, Geordi, don't.

Please.

Data... I'm taking
this ship down.

Now, if you don't
boost the gain

past tolerance levels

I'll lose the interface
when we go out of range

and my system
will go into shock.

Geordi, you are putting me
in a difficult position.

Please, cease your descent.

I won't do it, Data.

You're going to have
to increase the tolerance.

Disengaging safety systems.

Going to full tolerance
levels...

now.

Thank you, Data.

We're getting close.

Thank God.

Commander La Forge.

Yes, Captain.

Stop your descent.

Prepare to disengage
the interface.

I'm sorry, Captain,
but I can't do that.

Damn it, Geordi,
you're going to kill yourself.

If I come back now, my mother
and her entire crew will die.

I'm scanning for your ship.

I'm not getting anything.

We're still too far away.

No, not really.

I should be picking
something up by now.

I'm not finding anything.

There's no warp funnel...

no ship...

There's nothing there.

Doctor, report.

His neural synapses
are overloading.

He can't
survive this.

Geordi,
what's happening to you?

Reverse... tractor beam.

Reversing tractor beam.

What are you?

You're killing us.

We must go down.

Geordi...

what's happening? Report.

You're... you're trapped?

Is there any way

that we can disconnect him?

If we take him off too abruptly,
he'll go into neural shock.

Caught on the ship?

Reduce the input gradually

and still get him out
before it's too late.

Are you saying that you killed
the Raman's crew?

Perhaps we could deceive
his neural receptors.

Deceive them?

By feeding them
the sensory information

recorded from his early
experiences with the probe.

We could disconnect
the interface

and still maintain
the input levels.

We could then lower them
in a controlled manner.

What do you want?

Like a decompression tank.

- Let's try it.
- Then it was an accident.

Captain, I have to take
the ship

into the lower atmosphere.

Explain.

As I understand it

When the Raman got close
to the planet

it accidentally picked up
some life-forms

that live
in the lower atmosphere...

subspace beings of some kind...
intelligent.

When the ship went back

into a higher orbit,
the beings were trapped.

How do you know all this?

One of them can
communicate with me.

It must have read my thoughts
through the probe interface

and took the form
of my mother

to try to talk me into taking
the ship closer to the surface.

Are these beings responsible

for the death
of the Raman's crew?

Yes, but I don't think
it was on purpose.

They probably tried
communicating with them

the same way they're
communicating with me...

by directly accessing
their thoughts.

It must have been
fatal to the crew.

I guess the interface
is what protected me.

I have to take
them back, Captain.

They can't survive
so far up in the atmosphere.

I'll turn the ship around
and come back

just as soon as I'm...

Geordi

what's happening?

The atmosphere is
getting more turbulent.

It's overloading
the systems.

I'm having difficulty
keeping the shields up.

Geordi...

we're safe now.

Good-bye.

I'm losing power!

Total shield failure

in eight seconds.

Can we switch the inputs?

Almost.

Shields are failing!

Switching inputs.

Is it working?

His vital signs are stabilizing.

He's going to make it.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

We have succeeded

in disengaging Mr. La Forge
from the interface

and are en route
to Starbase 495.

You disobeyed my direct order.

You put yourself
in grave danger.

I am not happy.

Yes, sir. I take
complete responsibility.

Data was only...

I will deal with Mr. Data
at another time.

Meanwhile, I will have
to write this incident

into your permanent record.

Yes, sir.

Dismissed.

Geordi?

I'm very sorry that you
didn't find your mother.

Thank you, sir.

You know, it's funny.

When I was down there,
it was so real.

I felt like I had a chance
to say good-bye.