All language subtitles for Star Trek The Next Generation S04E16

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 44614.6.

We are approaching starbase 313,

where we will pick up
a shipment of scientific equipment

for transport to a federation outpost
in the guernica system.

During the journey,
we will be hosting a special guest.

Come.

You wanted to see me, captain?

Picard: Yes, Mr. La forge.

It seems that the exemplary
nature of your work

has caught the attention
of starfleet command.

In fact, someone
is coming on board

just to see the engine
modifications you've made.

Who, captain?

The senior design engineer
at the theoretical propulsion group,

Is coming here?

Whoo. Well, this is terrific.

It is?

Ahem. Well, I mean, I've studied
her... schematics for years.

She was responsible for a lot
of the engine design on the enterprise.

Well, it should be
a very enjoyable visit then.

She'll be transporting on board
as soon as we reach the starbase.

Would you like to greet her
on our behalf?

I would love to, captain.

Thank you.

Woman: Hello, guinan.

You keep picking at that uniform,
you're gonna wear it out.

Ah, I guess I am
a little nervous. It's, uh...

It's not every day a man comes
face to face with his dream.

- What?
- Heh.

Okay, you remember
about a year ago

when we were caught in that
booby trap the menthars set?

Okay. While we were
trying to get out of it,

I went down to the holodeck
to study an engine prototype

that was made when
the enterprise was first designed.

And the computer...

Well, it gave me
an image of the engine,

but it also created this hologram

of the designer,
Dr. Leah brahms.

So you met
a computer-simulated female?

Yeah, but not an ordinary
computer-simulated female.

I mean, she was brilliant,
of course...

But warm, you know, friendly.

And it was like
we worked as one.

I would start a sentence,
she'd finish it.

What I didn't think of, she did.

- It was just so comfortable.
- Hmm.

Okay, I know it was just
a holographic image,

but the computer was able
to incorporate personality traits

from her starfleet record.

You know, geordi,

everybody falls in love
with a fantasy every now and then.

No, no, guinan.
See, you've got it all wrong.

I'm not necessarily expecting
anything romantic here.

It's just, I know whatever,

Leah brahms and I
are gonna be good friends.

Dr. Brahms is ready
to transport, sir.

Okay. Bring her over.

I mean, um, welcome aboard,
Dr. Brahms.

I'm, ahem, lieutenant commander
geordi la forge, chief engineer.

La forge.

So you're the one who's fouled up
my engine designs.

Picard:
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.

Leah: The matter-antimatter ratio
has been changed.

The mixture isn't as rich
as regulations dictate.

La forge: Experience has shown me
too high a ratio diminishes efficiency.

I worked with the mixture
until I found the right balance.

The magnetic plasma transfer
to the warp field generators

doesn't correspond
to the recommended specs.

Right. Again, I adjusted the flow.

Sometimes things happen
differently in space

than they do
on the drawing board.

Is that a criticism, commander?

No, of course not.
It's just a well-known fact.

There's theory,
and there's application.

They don't always jibe.

You've charted a completely
new swap-out schedule

- for main components replacement.
- You bet.

I found starfleet estimates
for the mtbf units to be unrealistic.

I simply determined my own schedule
based on observation and experience.

Is that going to be
your only defense, commander?

That same tired rhetoric?

"Out here in the field we learn things
you designers couldn't understand."

In the first place, doctor,
I'm not aware of needing any defense.

And if you're determined to be...

Woman: Dr. Brahms,
you have an incoming message

on subspace.

I'd like to hear
this message privately.

- In my office. Be my guest.
- Leah: Thank you.

Commander,

I am picking up some unusual
readings in the Alpha omicron system.

At this range,
all I am able to discern

is that it is an asymmetrical field
of intense energy.

What type of radiation signature?

Unknown, sir.

The Alpha omicron system
has yet to be charted.

I recommend we take
this opportunity for further research.

Well, we're way ahead
of schedule.

Alter course for Alpha omicron.

Dr. Brahms, there's no reason
for us to argue.

We're on the same side here.

I'm aware of that.

So why don't I take you
on a little tour,

show you the adjustments
I've made, why I think they work,

and we can begin
pulling together on this?

Okay.

And why not start
with the dilithium chamber?

Okay?

Okay.

The anomaly is orbiting
the seventh planet, sir.

It is a mass of plasma energy
contained within discrete boundaries

by an outer covering of silicates,
actinides and carbonaceous chondrites.

On-screen.

Magnify.

Is it a ship?

It does not conform
to any known design.

Any records of similar phenomena
in starfleet listings?

No, sir. This has never
been seen before.

Ensign rager,
ahead one quarter impulse.

Rager: Aye, sir.

Picard: Put us in orbit
of the seventh planet.

Keep us at a relative distance
of ten kilometers from the object.

Alert science stations
to stand by.

Tell them to coordinate efforts
with data.

Aye, sir.

What happened here?

Who did this?

You remember,
the crystal's been reoriented

to adjust the direction
of the lattice structure.

Remember? Why would I remember?

Right. Why would you?

Ah, well, the ship was experiencing
some difficulty,

and we made this adjustment
hoping that it would work, and it did.

So it was your idea?

Not exclusively, no.

It's curious.

This modification was due
to be introduced

- in the next...
- In the next class starship.

How did you know that?

Um, I didn't.

I mean...

Well, it's the next
logical step, right?

Doctor, sometimes we have to fly
by the seat of our pants out here,

so it stands to reason
that once in a while

we're gonna come up
with the same solutions you do.

Listen, I've got
a personnel review

scheduled to start
in about five minutes,

and I know it's been
a long day for you.

So why don't we
get together later?

Sort of plan out our agenda
for the next day or two?

Agenda?

What it is we want
to accomplish here,

how we might best go about that.

Maybe get to know
each other a little bit.

It might make this easier.

Maybe you're right.

Okay. Great.

How about, uh, my quarters?

1900 hours?

Maybe even have a bite to eat?

I make a great fungilli.

I love fungilli.

Is that right? Huh.

Sensors are having difficulty
penetrating the interior.

However, the radiated output
suggests a coherent system

of energy storage and utilization.

Then it was constructed
by someone?

It is a possibility.

However, the sensor data
gathered thus far suggests

a naturally occurring phenomenon
with biological properties.

- A life form.
- Data: Yes, captain.

Mr. Worf,
begin compiling readings

for transmission
to starfleet headquarters.

Mr. Data, prepare to launch
three level-five probes.

Ensign, aft thrusters.

Standard observational posture.

Data: Level-five probe sequence
ready for launch, commander.

On your Mark.

Riker: Stand by, Mr. Data.
Data: Aye, sir.

What would it be like, counselor?

No ship, no bulky space suit.

Just to live between the stars,

have the entire galaxy
as a home?

Captain, we are being probed.

Recommend we raise shields.

Negative, Mr. Worf.

If we're curious about it,

it has a perfect right
to be curious about us.

Data: Change in reading, sir.

The life form has increased
its energy output by 50 percent.

It is moving toward us.

Reverse course, ensign.
Three hundred kph.

- Aye, sir.
- Now, easy.

We don't want to alarm
or provoke it.

We are caught
in an energy-damping field, sir.

Raise shields.

No effect, captain.

- Reverse power, full impulse.
- Impulse engines at full power.

- No change in position, sir.
- Red alert.

Mr. La forge,
prepare to initiate warp drive.

Sorry, captain, there's too much
interference to form a warp field.

Computerized voice: Warning.

Radiation levels at 65 millirads
per minute and rising.

- Riker to Dr. Crusher.
- Crusher: Go ahead, commander.

All decks prepare
for radiation protocol.

Crusher:
Acknowledged. Crusher out.

Computerized voice:
Warning. Radiation levels

at 300 millirads per minute

and rising.
Lethal exposure in one minute.

Mr. Worf, ready phasers,
minimum power.

Ready.

Fire.

Radiation levels dropping
back to normal, captain.

Energy patterns
are breaking down, sir.

The radiation signature
is no longer stable.

Energy output is negligible, sir.

Radiation patterns,

no longer coherent.

I believe it is dead, sir.

We're out here to explore,

to make contact
with other life forms,

to establish peaceful relations,
but not to interfere.

And absolutely not to destroy.

And yet, look at what
we have just done.

Captain, everything you did
was consistent

with established
starfleet procedures.

Number one, you have the bridge.

Captain,

sensors are picking up a new
energy reading from the life form.

Elaborate, data.

There is a new concentration
of ionizing radiation

growing in the center of its body.

Perhaps it's still alive.

Okay...

Computer, subdued light.

Heh. No, that's... that's too much.

I don't want it dark.
I want it cozy.

Computerized voice: Please state
your request in precise candlepower.

La forge: It's not a matter
of precision, computer.

It's a matter of mood.

Brighter than this.

More.

More.

A little more.

Hold. Right there. Perfect.

Now, some, um... some music.

Maybe, uh...

Maybe a little soft jazz.

Hmm. No, that's... that's not right.
Let me think here, uh...

Oh, I got it.

Uh, some brahms. A piano étude.

Hmm. No, that's, uh...

That's too corny.

Hmm.
Probably everybody thinks of that.

Computer, just give me some guitar.
Classical guitar.

It doesn't matter who.

Yes. Thank you.

Come on in.

Uh, you've changed.

The uniforms are so... formal.

You're less formal than any

starfleet officer
I've ever met, commander.

Am I?

I really just wanted to make
you feel more comfortable.

I'm fine. Thank you.

Heh. I'm sorry.
Uh, come in and, uh, have a seat.

- Uh, can I get you a drink?
- No, thank you.

- You sure?
- Mm-hm.

You know, uh,

your hair, it's, uh...

It's different.

Different than a few hours ago?

No. I mean,
it's different than I expected.

Different from
your starfleet records.

Oh, yes, I used to wear it up.

Why would you need to see
my personnel files?

Standard procedure when guests
come on board. Protocol.

I mean, it was nothing specific,
actually. Just, you know...

Commander la forge,

if I seem to be
somewhat unyielding

in my views, it's because

- I care so very much about my work.
- Oh, I know.

To be honest,
people find me cold,

cerebral, lacking in humor.

But they're wrong.

I assure you.

Well, I try not to be that way,

but when it comes to my designs,
my engines,

especially the ones
on the enterprise...

It's like they're your children.

- Exactly.
- So naturally,

you're a little possessive
about them.

You understand that?

Yes, I do. You see...

I feel the same way.

That's amazing.
I don't think anyone has ever...

Sometimes
I feel more comfortable

with engine schematics
than people.

Well, maybe you just
haven't met the right... people.

You hungry? I'm hungry.
Why don't I just start dinner, okay?

Commander...

Please, call me geordi.

I'm sorry.

I hope that I didn't put you
to a lot of trouble, but I can't stay.

You can't?

I just don't think
that it's appropriate.

I'll meet with you
at 0800 tomorrow?

I'm preparing a list
of discrepancies

that I've identified
in your modifications.

I hope, now that we've reached
an understanding,

that you'll be prepared

to discuss them with me
in a more objective fashion.

Sure, fine.

Thank you.
Good night, commander.

Good night. Heh.

This new concentration
of energy was detected

only after the surrounding
material became inert.

Could this be
some sort of tissue regeneration?

Data: The radiation signature is similar
to the original pattern,

but with significant differences.

Some kind of reaction
to our phaser fire, perhaps.

I believe it is separate
and self-contained

within the body
of the dead life form.

- Another entity?
- Data: Yes, sir.

It appears to be a smaller,

less developed version
of the original creature.

Huh. No wonder it attacked us.

It was about to give birth.

Picard: Doctor.

It's dangerous to generalize
about new life forms.

But based on my experience
with other beings

who bear their young
in this manner,

I'd say that the offspring
is still premature.

Otherwise, it would be able
to break through

the outer body shell
of the parent.

Will this creature
be able to survive

on its own without the parent?

There's no way to tell.

We don't have enough information
about the bio-functions of the adult,

much less the child.

Is there anything
we can do to help?

If we were in sickbay,
I'd try a cesarean section.

The first priority is to free it
from the body of the parent.

We could use our phasers
as a scalpel.

Yes. That might work.

I advise against this, captain.

The parent proved to be
a threat to the ship.

We do not know
how the offspring will react.

Your objection is noted,
Mr. Worf,

but we are directly responsible
for the death of the parent.

We cannot simply
wash our hands of it now.

Doctor, we will proceed
at your discretion.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

The first thing I'd like to do

isinspect
the power transfer conduits.

You realize the only way
to inspect them is to crawl inside?

I designed them, commander.
I know what's involved.

Here we go.

Power taps, watch yourself.

The acoustic signature
doesn't sound right.

You're probably the only
other person in the galaxy

who could pick that up.

- What's causing it?
- It's right up here.

I've never seen
anything like this before.

- What is it?
- It's a mid-range phase adjuster.

Puts the plasma back into phase
after inertial distortion.

This has never been done before.

I don't even think this has ever
even been conceived of before.

You should write
a scientific paper.

Uh-uh, doctor, no.

Writing is not
one of my strong suits.

But this kind of refinement
should be shared.

And you deserve the credit for it.

Well, maybe we could,
uh, collaborate.

Writing is one of your strong points.

Commander la forge,

ever since I came on board,

there seems to be something
a little peculiar about your attitude.

You seem to know things about me

even though we've never met.

Well, uh... ahem.

Well, to tell you, uh...
To tell you the truth, uh,

I've studied you.

Your writings, your starfleet file.

I've admired you.

You know, your work.

- Well, I'm flattered, but, uh...
- And...

Well, I really...

I really wanted to meet you
for a long time.

That we could become friends.

Maybe good friends.

I thought you knew.

Heh. I mean, you know
everything else about me.

But, commander, um,

if I'm hearing
what I think I'm hearing,

then you should know

that I'm married.

Crusher: Set phaser power
to 3 percent, narrow beam.

Three percent.

All right...

Here we go.

The first incision is complete.

Ideally the offspring
should now be able

to push through the outer shell
of the parent by itself.

I think it needs
a little more help.

We've done all we can.

I don't want to risk hitting
the offspring by accident.

Come on. You can do it.

Ah. Captain, I'd like to announce
the birth of a large baby... something.

Well done, doctor.

How could it have been
so far off?

It was based on every piece
of information on record

about Leah brahms.

Okay, with an admitted
margin for error,

but this is an error
that's about a light-year wide.

- Not what you hoped for, huh?
- Hoped...?

Guinan, the woman
is about as friendly

as a circassian plague cat.

Only cares about her work, hates
what I've done to her engines. Heh.

And, to top it all off, she's married.

Computer never even told me
she was married.

- Computer glitch?
- Must have been.

Maybe it was your old visor.

What are you talking about?

Well, the one you wore when
you were on the holodeck with her.

Guinan, it's the same visor.

Really?

Well, I figured it was probably the one
that lets you see what you want to see.

Heh.
What's that supposed to mean?

You saw exactly what you wanted
to see on the holodeck.

Sure, the computer made it look
like her, gave it personality.

But when it came to the relationship,
la forge, you filled in the blanks.

And you had a perfectly wonderful,
marvelous little fantasy.

Until the real Leah
showed up and ruined it.

Now, she's probably done
the most horrific thing

one person can do to another,

not live up to your expectations.

So I'd take a good, long,
hard look at her, la forge.

See her for who she is,

not for what you want her to be.

Data: The life form's patterns
are stable, captain.

It seems able to withstand
the solar radiation.

Good. Ensign, set a course
for the guernica system.

- Aye, sir.
- We're not staying?

No, number one,
we've done all we can to help.

Now it's time to move on.

This creature
can continue its existence

without any further
interference from us.

It might be wise
to put some distance between us

before we initiate warp drive.

Very well.
Five hundred kph, ensign.

Engage.

Captain, it is following us.

Maintaining a distance
of four kilometers, directly astern.

Seventeen degrees
to port, ensign.

Aye, sir.

It is turning with us, sir.

Increase to half impulse.

It is matching our velocity.

It's imprinted on us.

It thinks the enterprise
is its mother.

Change in energy readings, sir.

I am reading an internal buildup
of gamma particles...

Its velocity is increasing.

- It is moving directly toward the ship.
- Evasive maneuvers, full...

Report.

Minor damage.

The creature is now
in direct contact with the hull, sir.

On-screen.

Mr. Data?

Sir, the life form is draining energy
directly from the fusion reactors.

It's feeding off the energy
of the enterprise

as it would from its mother.

What action should we take, sir?

None, lieutenant.

None at all.

Picard:
Captain's log, supplemental.

Since the newborn
has attached itself to the hull,

it has been making
greater and greater

demands on the ship's energy.

But we have been able to stabilize
our power systems temporarily.

How long before the power drain
becomes critical, Mr. La forge?

If it continues to increase
at the same rate,

six, maybe seven hours.

We may be able to modify the engine
to extend that a little longer, captain.

Your help will be
appreciated, doctor.

By then, junior may not
need us anymore.

Mr. Data,

is there any way to determine

what the destination of the parent
might have been?

I can attempt to extrapolate
from the heading it was on

when we encountered it, sir.

Perhaps it was on its way

to provide a safe and supportive
environment for its newborn.

We might be able to deliver it
to the same destination.

Which brings up the question

of how do we get junior
off the hull once we get there.

It's almost completely covering
the door of shuttlebay 2.

If we open the door and deactivate
the atmospheric forcefield...

The pressure from inside the ship
might push it away from the hull.

Make it so. Data: Sir,

is the appellation "junior"
to be the life form's official name?

No, it is not.

We can save a lot of energy
just by improving engine efficiency.

We've run into similar
problems before.

That's why I reoriented
the dilithium crystal.

And why you added
the mid-range phase adjusters.

Right.

Commander,

it seems that you've made a lot more
modifications than I'm aware of.

Do you have a file on all the work?

- Mm-hm. It's in the computer.
- Good.

- Picard: Picard to la forge.
- La forge.

Picard:
[Need to see you on the bridge.

La forge: On my way, captain.

You go on ahead.
Ensign pavlik can show you the file

on the engine modifications.

"Phase coils upgraded
to 55 field densities,

plasma inducers
interlinked with generator."

Ensign,

would there be any other files

with data on the original
engine specifications?

I believe so, doctor.

Heh. This file utilizes
the prototype engine schematic.

It's a holographic program

set in the drafting room
at utopia planitia.

I'll run it on holodeck 3.

Computer, replay program 9140,

engine schematic
at utopia planitia.

Computerized voice:
Program loaded and ready.

She went where?

Holodeck 3, sir.

I didn't think there was anything
wrong with her seeing the file.

No, of course not.
Nothing at all.

I'm with you every day, geordi.

Every time you look at this engine,
you're looking at me.

Every time you touch it, it's me.

Computer, freeze program.

I understand.

No, you don't.
It's not the way this may look.

I called up a replay
of the program file.

I was all ready to compliment
you again, commander,

for constructing a program
which contained the prototype engine,

so that you would always have
a baseline reference

for your modifications.

And now I find

that it's all about
a fantasy plaything.

- It's not like that. I swear...
- I'm outraged by this.

I have been invaded, violated.

How dare you use me like this?

How far did it go anyway?

Was it good for you?

Nothing like that happened.
It was a professional collaboration.

Oh, I can tell.

"Every time you're touching the engine,
you're touching me?"

Real professional.

Look, if you watched the whole
program, you saw what it was.

We were working together to solve
a problem in a crisis situation.

How do I know how far it went?

How many other programs
did you create?

Perhaps dozens of them,
one for every day of the week,

- one for every mood.
- All right, look.

Ever since you came on board,
you've been badgering me.

And I've taken it.

I've shown you courtesy and respect,
and a hell of a lot of Patience.

Oh, no, no, no, wait a minute.

I've tried to understand you,
I've tried to get along with you.

And in return, you accused,
tried and convicted me

without even bothering
to hear my side of it.

So I'm guilty, okay?

But not of what you think.

Of something much worse.

I'm guilty of reaching out to you.

Of hoping we could connect.

I'm guilty of a terrible crime, doctor.

I offered you friendship.

Worf: Captain,

its total volume has increased
by 8.5 percent in the last three hours.

I now read it
at 46 million cubic meters.

Captain, I've completed the analysis

of the parent's course
through the system.

It was headed for an asteroid belt.

Ensign rager, set a course, 259,
Mark 318, half impulse.

Aye, sir.

Picard: Hold a position 500 kilometers
from the periphery of the asteroid field.

Aye, sir.

Difficulty getting a clear sensor reading
beyond 4,000 kilometers.

The asteroids contain
large quantities of meklinite,

which is interfering
with our scanners.

I am also detecting
traces of kefnium,

a compound found in the outer shell
of the parent being.

It is likely the asteroids provide
sustenance for this life form, sir.

We could leave the child here
if data's right.

It would have an ample
supply of food.

Agreed.

Mr. La forge, are you ready
to separate our guest from the hull?

- La forge: Ready, captain.
- Proceed.

I am deactivating
the atmospheric forcefield now.

Engineering, report.

Woman: The power drain just jumped
to 93 percent, sir.

Captain, the offspring is emitting
high-frequency radio transmissions.

Is it trying to communicate?

Woman:
The power drain is increasing.

Approaching auto-shutdown.

Take the engines off-line.

Supplement
with auxiliary power only.

All decks go
to emergency level seven.

Life support
and critical operations only.

Mr. La forge,
what is your status?

Sorry, captain, the bay's been
completely depressurized,

but it's still hanging on.

I am detecting other
radio transmissions, captain.

Worf: Sensors detect movement
within the asteroid field.

Bearing 257, Mark 161.

On-screen.

Magnify.

Data:
At their current speed, sir,

the entities will intercept us

in ten minutes, 31 seconds.

Weapons status?

Auxiliary power only.
Two seconds phaser fire available.

Ensign, power readings.

We're on auxiliary generators.

Life support is functioning.

That's about all.

Keep your eye
on that generator console.

We've got less than six minutes
to get that baby off our back

before his relatives get here.

Whatever we try, junior responds
by sucking up more energy.

Commander, I have a thought.

If you're interested.

If the baby is nursing,

perhaps what we need
is to find a way to sour the milk.

If we could contaminate the energy
he's feeding on, we could try to...

- Make it unpalatable somehow.
- —uh—huh.

But the emergency generators
are all we've got.

And how do we modify them
without losing life support?

Exactly.

Unless...

What?

Well, this is a space baby, right?

I mean, these creatures are born,
they live and die in interstellar space.

- Apparently.
- Okay.

All matter in space vibrates
in a specific radiation band.

Twenty-one centimeters.

Oh. Oh, heh.

That's good, commander,
that's very good.

If we could alter
the power frequency

so that it's completely foreign
to the life form's natural vibrations...

It mightjust give us enough
to pour a little vinegar in baby's milk.

Yeah, we have to be
careful though.

If we upset it this time,
we might lose auxiliary power too.

If we're gradual enough,
it won't be such a shock.

Hopefully, it'll just lose interest.

- La forge to bridge.
- Picard: Go ahead.

Captain, Dr. Brahms and I
have a plan.

Worf: Two minutes until the creatures
intercept, captain.

La forge:
Captain, we 're ready down here.

Proceed.

Lowering wavelength
in the energy system now.

Reading 18,

Eight,

five,

three...

Now at the two-centimeter level.

Any reaction, bridge?

Negative.

I detect no reduction in the life form's
rate of energy consumption.

One minute 30 seconds to intercept.

Not sour enough.

Leah,

take it down further.

Reading 1, 0.8, 0.4,

Leah: 0.2...

I guess it noticed
what we're doing.

The life form is emitting
its high-frequency transmission.

Energy consumption is rising.

Worf: Captain, the creatures
are accelerating their approach.

They're changing color.

- Mr. La forge.
- Captain, just a little more time.

Leah, nudge it down
even further, toward 0.02.

Thirty seconds to intercept.

Leah: 0.08,

0.05,

0.03...

Leah: Now at 0.02 centimeters.

Auxiliary generators
losing power, captain.

The entity has disengaged, sir.

Power levels are returning
to normal, captain.

Bring the engines online
and take us out of here.

Rager: Aye, sir.

Mr. La forge,

Dr. Brahms, congratulations.

You've weaned the baby.

Good work.

You too.

La forge: Yeah, I admit, I did get
attached to that lady in the holodeck.

Leah: The computer never told you
that I was married?

La forge: I never asked.

See? And the computer is notorious
for not volunteering information.

You know,

- I really owe you an apology.
- No.

No, you don't.
I should have told you straight out.

Well, if you had, then I never
would've had a chance to see

the look on your face
when you walked in on me

and me in the holodeck.

The look on my face?
How about the look on your face?

I will remember that
for a long, long time.

I wouldn't change a thing.

Except for the way I behaved.

I guess I came here with my own
set of preconceptions about you.

Well, I guess I'm just glad that I got
the opportunity to get to know you.

The real you.

Me too.

Worf: Worf to la forge,

there is an incoming message
on subspace for Dr. Brahms.

Acknowledged, worf.

La forge out.

My husband.