All language subtitles for Star Trek The Next Generation S05E11

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 45397.3.

Two days ago, starbase 514 lost
contact with the research vessel vico,

which was sent to explore the interior
of the black cluster.

We are en route to investigate.

Captain, we're entering sector 9-7.

I am picking up
massive gravitational fluctuations, sir.

- Take us out of warp, ensign.
- Yes, sir.

The black cluster
is within visual range, captain.

- On-screen.
- Aye, sir.

Riker: Let's find that ship.

Full sensor sweep, Mr. Data.

Aye, sir.

Quite a sight.

One of the most ancient formations
in the galaxy.

Data:
I have located the vico, sir.

The vessel appears to be adrift.

Let's see it.

Life signs?

Worf: Nothing, commander.

Damage report, Mr. Data.

Outer and inner hulls
have been breached.

Decks 7 through 12
are exposed to space.

Setup a translink
to their computer core.

Let's see what happened.

I cannot, sir.

The emergency bulkheads
on that deck are in place.

Our linkup signal
cannot penetrate them.

Structural status, commander.

Stress readings indicate considerable
pressure on the transverse supports.

Is it stable enough
for an away team?

Yes, sir, but the risk
of structural collapse is quite high.

Have transporter room 1
maintain a lock on each member

of your away team. I want you out
at the first sign of trouble.

- Take us to 15,000 meters, ensign.
- Yes, sir.

Data, you're with me.

La forge: Whoa!

This station is inoperable, sir.

This one seems to be stuck
in a feedback loop.

See if we can tap
directly to the computer core.

The odn junction
is right down here.

Data?

Core transfer is engaged.

Exchange protocol verified.

Files are intact.
At least some of them, anyway.

Boy: Help.

Stay here, geordi. Data.

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.

Captain's log, supplemental.

A young boy, shielded
from our initial sensor scans,

has been discovered
pinned beneath a fallen beam.

The degree of damage to the vico
is making our rescue attempt difficult.

Transporter room 1,

can you lock on to him
and transport directly to sickbay?

I'll try, captain,

but there's a lot of shielding
to pull him through.

Acknowledged. Picard to crusher.

Sickbay here, captain.

Prepare for emergency transport.

Yes, sir. Crusher out.

Picard to commander riker.

- Is the boy ready, number one?
- Ready, sir.

- At your signal.
- Aye, captain.

It's going to be okay.

Here we go.

Energize.

Ensign, do we have him?

The lock is holding.

I just can't resolve
the matter stream.

Not with all that victurium alloy
in the way.

Commander riker, you'll have
to get him out into the corridor.

Data:
I could move the beam, sir.

However, it may initiate the collapse
of the surrounding supports.

I recommend you and geordi
return to the ship.

Agreed. La forge.

I've looked onto commander data
and the boy, sir.

I'll energize as soon
as they've cleared the bulkheads.

- Whenever you're ready, data.
- Data: Yes, sir.

You're gonna lift that?

Yes. Then I will take you
to the corridor.

We will transport back
to the enterprise from there.

Do you understand?

How come you can pick up
something so heavy?

I am an Android.

My strength is many times
that of a human.

It is going to be okay.

I will count to three.

One, two, three.

Energize.

Don't be afraid.

Picard:
Captain's log, supplemental.

A thorough search of the vico
has revealed no additional survivors.

We have begun the process
of counseling the boy

with regard to the tragedy.

We were in the black cluster.

I don't know where they came from.

They had a big ship.

Then they kept shooting at us.

Then they beamed over.

They had purple helmets on,

and phaser rifles.

I saw them.

They didn't see me.

You're safe now, Timothy.
I'm sorry for what happened.

It's gonna be all right.

I bet you're hungry.

Would you like me
to get you something to eat?

Counselor, I must join
commander la forge in engineering.

If you will excuse me.

Timothy, would you like data
to stay with you a little bit longer?

Sections of the primary
and secondary hull were torn right off.

The shearing planes are here,
here, and here.

How much longer
until we can access their logs?

Almost an hour.

Picard: The boy was here.

The hallway
outside the computer core.

His mother was the ship's
systems engineer.

A second away team
found her body here, inside the core.

- And his father?
- Ship's second officer.

He was most likely on the bridge
when it was exposed to space.

Most likely.

He'll sleep for a few hours at least.

I don't need to keep him here,

but I will need to see him
again tomorrow.

You've got your work cut out for you.

His world is gone, data.

We're gonna have to help him
build a new one.

This is not good.

Whatever hit the vico
must have setup an em pulse

that flashed
through their computer banks.

Nearly 83 percent of their records
have been lost.

And all of their sensor logs.

Let's use what we got
from our own sensors.

Call up the structural analysis
and the surface scans.

Geordi,

as a child, did you ever experience
a traumatic event?

- You're wondering about Timothy?
- Yes.

I was caught in a fire once.

I must have been,

I don't know, about 5, I guess.

It was before I got the first visor.

And it was only a couple of minutes
before my parents found me

and pulled me out.

And nobody got hurt, but I tell you,

that was the longest
couple of minutes of my life.

It was a while after that
before I could even let my parents

get out of earshot.

It was like

I absolutely needed to know
that they were there, you know?

Timothy no longer has
that kind of support.

"Dara and her brother
found themselves in the land of tagas,

where the ruler,
elamos the magnificent,

had proclaimed as law:

'No children will be tolerated
within the great kingdom.'

when dara saw the proclamation
she just laughed

and said, 'how magnificent a ruler
to be frightened by the likes of us?'

Timothy, we're done
with sculpture for now.

It's not finished.

We'll come back to it next period.

Why don't you pick up
your mythology book and follow along.

But it's not finished.

Magnetic residual analysis confirms
that the vico was definitely attacked

inside the black cluster.
The graviton wavefronts

pushed the ship to where we found it.

- No signs of phaser burns on the hull.
- No, sir.

Torsional stress levels
point to a disrupter-style weapon.

Fracture points indicate
that the energy burst

came from a range
of less than 3000 meters.

But that's a strategy
consistent with a cloaked vessel.

Romulan or klingon,

but we're quite a distance
from either of their territories.

The breen
have outposts in this sector.

The attack on the vico
is consistent with their battle tactics

and their level of technology.

Thank you, data.

But what would the breen be doing
inside the black cluster?

The boy described a boarding party
with helmets and phaser rifles.

Boarding party?
I don't think that's likely, sir.

Picard: Counselor.

There was absolutely no evidence
of anybody coming on board the vico.

We would have found
a transporter field trace.

Or if somebody
had used the entry ports,

we would have found
an electrostatic differential

in the docking latches, and we didn't.

Could Timothy have imagined that,
counselor?

Or could he be lying?

If he's lying,
I haven't been able to sense it.

Perhaps his emotional trauma level
is too high.

Why wouldn't he tell us the truth?

He's still in shock.

It's hard to know what's going on
in his mind right now.

I'll go back and check
the sensor readings again,

but I don't think
we're gonna find anything.

- Thank you, geordi.
- Data.

Captain, I think we should ask data
to spend some time with him.

I do not understand.

I'm very worried about his behavior,
and what I just heard

doesn't make me feel any better.

Data, you're the only one
he's reached out to

because you rescued him.

We can use your relationship
with him to help his recovery.

Would Timothy be more inclined

to tell data the truth
about what happened?

It's a possibility.

Commander, proceed with Timothy
as the counselor suggests.

Aye, sir.

Counselor, exactly how
shall I proceed?

Just be with him.

You're a presence he trusts, and that's
what he needs most right now.

What?

- Data.
- Data: Hello, Timothy. May I enter?

Data:

You are attempting to recreate...

The dokkaran temple
of kural-hanesh?

Isn't it great?

See, there's the big hallway
the teacher told us about.

And that's where everybody came in.

That's where they stood,
and that's where the altar was.

What do you think?

Do you wish a frank evaluation?

It lacks the Harmony that characterized
this particular temple,

and the dokkaran culture in general.

No. I am not capable of hatred.

I can't do anything right.

You are making
an unwarranted extrapolation.

I was merely offering an aesthetic
analysis of this particular model.

The base appears quite sturdy.

I told you.

May I suggest a different approach?

You are attempting
to construct the upper level

before the supports are in place.

Observe.

La forge: La forge to data.

Data here.

I need your help
with the shield modulators.

I will join you in a moment, geordi.
Data out.

Lieutenant la forge
requires my assistance.

Incredible.

Data,

how come you can do that?

I am designed
to exceed human capacity,

both mentally and physically.

Androids are better than humans?

"Better" is a highly subjective term.

I do not, for example,
possess the ability

to experience emotion
as humans do.

No emotions?

You mean,
you can't be happy, or sad?

That is correct.

Why not?

My positronic brain is not capable
of generating those conditions.

Good bye.

Data,

can we build something else later?

Data: That would be acceptable.

Timothy: Bye.

I am designed
to exceed human capacity.

That is correct.

The black cluster was formed
almost nine billion years ago,

when hundreds of protostars
collapsed in close proximity.

The resulting gravitational forces are
both violent and highly unpredictable.

To get anywhere near the center
we're going to have to push through

the graviton wavefronts like
the science ship was designed to do.

I've already
adjusted our shields accordingly.

The gravitational forces
will affect sensor accuracy.

Detecting an enemy vessel
will be difficult.

Maybe that's what happened
to the vico.

They didn't see anything coming
until it was too late.

Picard: Counselor, has the boy
volunteered any further information?

No, but I do have an appointment
with him in less than half an hour.

If there's a possibility of getting more
from him, I'd like you to pursue it.

But we need to continue
our investigation.

We'll enter the black cluster
at 0700 hours tomorrow morning.

Dismissed.

Hello, Timothy. Are you ready to go?

Yes, counselor, I am ready.

How are you feeling?

I am functioning
within established parameters.

"Established parameters"?
Heh, heh. You sound like data.

I am an Android.

I see.
Well, let's go for our walk, shall we?

That would be acceptable.

Troi: So, what would you like?

Androids do not need to eat or drink.

However, we sometimes like
to taste things.

A tamarin frost, please.

Would you like anything, counselor?

No, I'm fine, thank you.

As you wish.

So you're no longer human?

I'm an Android.

When did this happen?

I've always been an Android.

What's it like being an Android?

I am designed
to exceed human capacity,

both mentally and physically,
but I do not experience emotions.

You don't?

No emotion at all?

That is correct.

An Android?

I know it sounds unusual,
but it is understandable.

Technically, it's called enantiodromia.
Conversion into the opposite.

Timothy went
from human to machine.

From being emotional
to being emotionless.

But the underlying trauma
is still there.

He's just found a new way
to suppress it.

Counselor,
how long will this behavior last?

As long as he needs it to.

Timothy is rebuilding his identity
as best as he can.

The Android persona
is just one step along the way.

As soon as he feels stronger
and more sure of himself

it should drop away naturally.

I assume this is not the time
to confront him

about what happened to his ship.

Not yet.
The best thing we can do right now

is let Timothy take us
where he wants to go.

We should support the process,
and even encourage it.

Data, I would like you to make Timothy
the best Android he can possibly be.

Timothy, your head movements
are counterproductive.

Can you be still?

But you do it.

The servomechanisms in my neck

are designed
to approximate human movements.

I did not realize
the effect was so distracting.

Data, are there any other androids
in starfleet?

No, I am the only one.

How come you're not captain?

My service record
does not yet warrant such a position.

Data,

what's the scariest thing
that ever happened to you?

Fear is not a quality that I possess.

- Because it's an emotion.
- Correct.

But what if you had a nightmare?

I have never had a nightmare.
I do not require sleep.

Timothy,
are you having disturbing dreams?

I do not require sleep.

Is that satisfactory?

It's perfect.

Transfer circuits
are functioning properly.

- Within established parameters?
- — absolutely.

Input processing, pattern recognition,

all within established parameters.

- Thank you, doctor.
- Thank you, doctor.

I ran out of red ochre.

You may use mine.

Thank you.

Perhaps you should return
to your quarters.

I'm fine.

The servomechanisms in my mouth

are designed to approximate
human movements.

That is not bad.

Thank you.

It is very expressive.

Thank you.

Is your painting representative
of something?

It's just a painting.

Timothy, you understand
that you may speak to me

about anything you wish,
any subject.

I understand.

At times,

I, too, find it difficult
to share my thoughts with others.

I am not always confident
that I am expressing myself

in a manner which humans
can comprehend. But I do know that...

We are approaching the perimeter.

I am picking up
the gravitational wavefronts.

- Engage forward shields, 35 percent.
- Worf: Shields up.

- Drop to one-quarter impulse, ensign.
- Yes, sir.

Bridge to engineering.

Adjusting shield frequencies now,
commander.

We'll have this smoothed out
in just a second.

Ensign, adjust course
for any deviations.

Yes, sir.

- Riker: Resume one-third impulse.
- Captain,

I am reading something at 400,000
kilometers off the starboard bow.

- Possibly a ship.
- Red alert.

Take us to visual range, ensign.

Adjusting course.

Sensor readings have disappeared.

Wait.

I'm picking up another reading
at 400,000 kilometers off the port bow.

It's gone. No.

It is back to starboard.

Captain, the black cluster's
distorting the sensors.

We're picking up echoes
of the enterprise

reflecting off the wavefronts.

Cancel red alert.

Mr. Worf, adjust sensors
to compensate for the distortion.

Sensor difficulties have been reported
by ships traveling

through black clusters,
but never this extreme.

Captain, that formation
is seven times more massive

than any explored previously.
That could explain the difference.

Resume previous course, ensign.

Yes, sir.

- He laughed.
- Yes.

It's nice to see, isn't it?

It is certainly not consistent
with his Android persona.

I'd say he's beginning the process
of letting go of that fantasy.

Hm. Then my work with him is done.

No, I don't think it is, data.

A laugh is one step
in the right direction.

We need to help him
take a few more steps.

How, counselor?

I'd like you to talk to him about
your own fascination with humanity.

If you'll explain to Timothy
the appeal that humanity has for you,

he might find it easier
to become a boy again.

This is great. How is yours?

The complex polysaccharides,
in reaction with the carbon dioxide,

produces an unusual combination
of texture and effervescence.

But how does it taste? Is it good?

I am not capable of tasting
in the manner you suggest.

However, I can analyze
the composition of a dessert

and make comparative conclusions
about its possible effect

on the human palate,
but I neither like it nor dislike it.

Oh, I didn't realize that.

I have often wondered
what it must be like to have

one's mouth water in anticipation
of the arrival of a confection.

Or to feel the pleasure
I have observed in humans

as they consume it.

You sound like you don't wanna
be an Android.

I am an Android.
That will never change.

But if you could change, would you?

I have often wished to be human.

I study people carefully

in order to more closely approximate
human behavior.

Why? We're stronger and smarter
than humans.

We can do more than they can.

But I cannot take pride
in my abilities.

I cannot take pleasure
in my accomplishments.

But we never have to feel bad either.

I would gladly risk
feeling bad at times,

if it also meant
that I could taste my dessert.

Captain, gravitational wavefront
intensity is increasing steadily.

Eleven hundred
standard g-units and rising.

Let's see if anyone's out there.

Mr. Worf, attempt
a wide-range sensor sweep.

Aye, sir.

Gravitational distortion
is too great, captain.

The scanning signal is again
being reflected off the wavefronts.

I'm unable to compensate.
Sensors are useless.

- Mr. Data, to the bridge, please.
- Data: Acknowledged.

Adjust sensors to "short-range."
Attempt a limited positron scan.

The distortion is still in effect.

Try to jacket the scanning beam.

The secondary beam
is being distorted as well.

Mr. Data, our sensors
are being rendered ineffective

by the field distortion.
I want your analysis.

Mr. Worf,

fire phasers, maximum intensity,
limited spectrum, 001, Mark 045.

- An experiment, captain?
- Exactly, number one.

Firing phasers.

Explanation, Mr. Data.

Phaser energy was reflected
by the gravitational wavefronts.

It is similar to the phenomenon
distorting our sensor signals.

Phasers and sensors, both useless.

Mr. Data,
this reflection phenomenon,

would it have the same effect
on a disrupter—style weapon?

Yes, sir.
Disrupters would be ineffective.

Picard:
And a ship's cloaking field?

It would be extremely difficult
to maintain, sir.

Mr. Data, is it at all likely
that the vico could have been attacked

inside the cluster?

Given the effects we have observed,

the probability
is exceedingly remote, sir.

- Picard to counselor troi.
- Troi: Yes, captain?

Counselor, will you bring Timothy
to my ready room?

Timothy, can you tell us
what happened to your ship?

- I did tell you.
- Troi: Tell us again.

- We were attacked.
- That is highly unlikely.

Our investigations
have clearly demonstrated...

We were attacked!
We were attacked!

Timothy, androids do not lie.

It was me.

Please explain.

It was me.

Everything was shaking.

I lost my balance.

I was just trying
to hold on to something.

I didn't mean to do it.

What was it that you didn't
mean to do, Timothy?

My arm,
it hit the computer panel.

That's what destroyed the ship.

The ship was damaged when
your arm hit the computer panel?

Timothy, listen to me.

The damage to your ship

might have occurred at the same time
your arm touched the panel,

but it was only a coincidence.

This wasn't your fault.

- Yes, it was.
- It is not possible.

The on board control systems
for every starship

require a user-code clearance.

You could not have inadvertently
affected any of the vico's systems.

Your computer
had safety precautions.

There is nothing
you could have touched

that would have damaged your ship.

You're not responsible for what
happened to your parents, Timothy.

But if it wasn't me...

We're trying to determine
what happened right now.

And if there is anything
you can remember that might assist...

That's just how it was.

When it started on the vico.

Wavefront intensity has increased.

- Increase shields to 75 percent.
- Aye, sir.

- Damage, Mr. Worf?
- Minimal, sir. Shields are holding.

Ensign, full about. Go to warp 2.

The gravitational distortion
is too high.

We can't maintain a warp field.

Full shields. Worf: Aye.

Captain, impulse power
has been disrupted.

The helm won't respond.

We couldn't get out either.

Timothy, perhaps you and I should go
below and get out of everyone's way.

No. Riker: Riker to la forge.

Can you give me more power
to the shields?

- La forge: Stand by.
- That's what they kept saying.

"More shields. More shields."

Timothy, accompany me, please.

I want you to recall
everything you heard people say

aboard the vico
before it was destroyed.

I don't know, just that.
Just, "more shields."

Captain, I've transferred

fusion reactors four through nine
into the shield array.

That should double
the shield strength.

Wavefront intensity has increased
by an order of magnitude.

Impact in three, two, one.

Wavefront intensity
is continuing to increase.

Structural overpressure
now exceeding 180 percent.

- La forge.
- La forge: I don't understand.

That should have been enough.

We could run the shield grid
directly off the warp drive.

Go ahead, commander.

Initiating
warp-transfer pathways now.

La forge:
Diverting warp power to the shields.

"Warp power to the shields."

They said that too, data. I'm positive.

Wavefront intensity
has increased by a factor of 10.

Contact in 31 seconds.

Without additional power
to the shields,

the outer hull won't hold.

La forge?

Warp transfer
to the shields complete.

That's as strong
as they're gonna get.

Worf: Impact in 15 seconds.

Sir, drop the shields.

That's suicide, data.

Captain, drop the shields.

- Make it so.
- Aye.

Our own shields caused
the increases in the wavefront, sir.

We have been experiencing
a harmonic amplification effect.

The more energy we dumped
into the shield, the worse the impact.

Precisely.
That is also what destroyed the vico.

When Timothy remembered
similar procedures on his ship,

I initiated an analysis of shield output
to wavefront amplification,

and discovered a correlation.

If we had transferred
all that warp power to the shields

it would have Tom the ship apart.

Riker: Status, ensign?

- Navigation is coming back online.
- Picard: Full about.

One-quarter impulse.

Take us out of here.

Kids: Life is but a dream
man: Row, row, row your boat

kids: Row, row, row your boat
man: Gently down the stream

kids: Gently down the stream
man: Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily

kids: Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
man: Life is but a dream

kids: Life is but a dream
- row, row, row your boat

kids: Row, row, row your boat
man: Gently down the stream

kids: Gently down the stream
man: Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily

Timothy's a boy
feeling a great deal of pain.

But he is a boy again.

Is this difficult for you, data?

To watch him moving away
from being like you.

That would require an emotional
context which I cannot provide.

Man: Okay, everybody, let's go.
Come on.

Data: Hello, Timothy.

Hi, data. How are you?

I am operating
within established parameters.

How are you?

I miss my parents.

But I'm okay.

I guess you thought it was pretty silly

when I had my hair like yours
and everything.

I have been told that imitation
is the highest form of flattery.

Can we still do things together?

Even if I'm not really an Android?

I have many human friends.

I would be pleased
to count you among them.

Acceptable.