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You're worried.

With reason.

About worf or commander riker?

I think it is perhaps
best to be ignorant

of certain elements
of klingon psyche.

[Growls]

Above! Look out!

[Both grunting]

The exercise is over!

[Growling]

At ease, lieutenant!

[Grunting]

You do this every day?

No, commander.

Usually my calisthenics
are more intense.

But those sessions
are too personal to be shared.

I'll bet they are.

Computer, program complete. Save.

[Computer beeps]

Coming, commander?

Right behind you.

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.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 42193.6.

We are on a long reach toward
the morgana quadrant,

a section of the galaxy
which is yet to be visited

by a manned federation vessel.

We are using the time to further
detail the charts of this region.

There it is again, sir.
Area of blackness.

It appears, it disappears,
and then it reappears.

There's no predictable pattern.
No sequence.

On-screen.

There it is.

I can't see anything.

Magnify section 285.

Wesley: There it is, sir.

It's like a hole in space.

Well, we're acquainted with
the wormhole phenomenon, but this...

This appears quite different.

- What do your sensors indicate?
- Nothing, sir.

Nothing?

Mr. Data, you must mean
that it's empty of matter.

There's always
some energy form at work.

Sir, our sensors are showing this
to be the absence of everything.

It is a void without matter
or energy of any kind.

Yet this hole has a form, data.
It has height, width.

Perhaps. Perhaps not, sir.

That's hardly a scientific observation,
commander.

Captain, the most elementary
and valuable statement in science,

the beginning of wisdom, is,
"I do not know."

I do not know what that is, sir.

Captain, if this were
any ordinary kind of hole in space,

wouldn't we be able to see
what's behind it?

Counselor?

I know what you're asking,
but I feel nothing from it.

Data, is there any record
anywhere of any occurrence

- even vaguely similar to this?
- Accessing.

Negative, sir.

There is no record
of any federation vessel

encountering anything
remotely like this.

Indeed?

I believe we have time to take
a closer look, number one.

Concur.

Ensign, slow down
to half impulse power.

Adjust coordinates to intercept this...
Whatever this is.

Scanning and recording as we go.

Wesley: Aye, sir. Adjusting course
to intercept in 12 minutes.

Let's launch a probe into it.

Riker: Worf, prepare a scanner probe.
Let's see what's in there.

This is close enough, ensign.
Hold this position.

Aye, sir, holding this position.

You may fire the probe
when ready, Mr. Worf.

Data: All the probe's systems
are functioning perfectly, sir.

It's gone.

Data, what happened?

Unknown, sir.

Recommend we go
to yellow alert, sir.

Why?

Explain.

Sorry, sir. It's...

Mr. Worf, this starship operates best

when my officers share with me
what is on their minds.

My thoughts
were of an old klingon legend

of a gigantic black space creature

which was said
to devour entire vessels.

Devour vessels?

Sorry, commander. I agree
these are thoughts hardly worthy

of a trained and practical
security officer.

Mr. Worf,
will you launch another probe?

This time a class one
with full sensor array.

Launching, sir.

Happened even more quickly.

Recommend we fire
a photon torpedo, captain.

Negative.

Captain, based on where
the probes disappeared,

I've been able to plot
the outer boundaries.

I could move in closer.

Picard: Make it so, Mr. Crusher.
Thrusters only.

Mr. Data?

Data:
Still no readings of any kind, sir.

Number one?

I'm going to go with worf on this one.
Let's be careful.

Picard:
All right. That's enough, ensign.

Come to full stop
and hold these coordinates.

Wesley: Aye, sir.

What's happened?

Data?

Whatever it is, sir,
we seem to be inside it.

- It enveloped us. It moved.
- All stations, report.

Data: No response, captain.

Picard:
Captain's log, supplemental.

While exploring
a strange void in space

without any form
of matter or energy,

we have apparently moved past
its outer boundary and entered it.

After a brief disruption,

our ship's communications
have returned to normal.

All stations have reported, captain.

There appears to be no immediate
threat to the ship or the crew.

Let's hold this position for a while,
number one.

This is worth studying.

Riker: Incredible.
It's like looking into infinity, sir.

Remember the course in ancient
history at starfleet academy?

About the time when
men still believed the earth was flat?

Mm. And that the sun revolved
around it?

And that if a ship sailed
too far out into the ocean,

it would fall off the edge
of the world?

"Beyond this place,
there be dragons."

It's even said that crews threatened
to hang their captain from the yardarm

if he refused to turn back.

I'm sure no one here
has that in mind, sir.

- How comforting, number one.
- Wesley: Captain?

We have no communications
outside of the void.

Complete your scans, data. Let's not
stay any longer than we have to.

Picard: Hello, doctor. Have you
been briefed on what's happened?

I heard, but I don't understand it,
captain.

I wish I could say I did.
Increase magnification by ten.

[Computer beeps]

By 100.

[Computer beeps]

Pulaski:
Isn't this impossible, sir?

I'm not a bridge officer, but...

Increase by 1,000, Mr. Data.

[Computer beeps]

By 10,000.

[Computer beeps]

It does know how to do these things,
doesn't it?

Commander data
knows precisely what he is doing.

Forgive me, Mr. Data.

I'm not accustomed to working
with nonliving devices that...

Forgive me again.

Your service record says
that you are alive.

And I must accept that.

Engineering.

La forge [over intercom]:
Engineering.

Lieutenant,
are all your systems functioning?

La forge: Yes, captain.

Wherever we are, it seems to have
no effect on engineering.

Thank you, lieutenant. Data?

Difficult to make a judgment, sir,
based on the absence of information.

Speculate.

This void
has a total lack of dimension.

Therefore, by any accepted standard,
it does not exist,

yet being within it
denies that conclusion.

Might we have moved
into another dimension?

Could a lack of dimension
be another dimension in itself?

That's an interesting question.

Hmm. Yeah, for a later discussion.

Number one, I think we should
get on with our mission.

Starfleet can send a science vessel
back to investigate this further.

- Move us back out of here.
- Aye, sir.

Wesley, reverse our direction and set
a course for the cornelian star system,

- impulse power.
- Aye, sir.

Reversing direction. Course laid in.

Engage.

Our engines have engaged,
haven't they, ensign?

Aye, sir.

Picard [over intercom]:
Lieutenant la forge, I'd like you

to monitor our velocity closely.

Is everything all right up there,
captain?

Picard:
Are the engines operating normally?

Yes, sir,
everything looks fine down here.

- Picard: We're increasing to warp 2.
- Aye, sir.

We should be seeing stars by now.

Data, how far have we come?

Inertial guidance shows
1.4 parsecs traveled, captain.

Ensign?

Confirmed, sir.
Exactly what my readings say.

Engineering, transfer to bridge.

What's happening, sir?
We should be clear.

We should be.
We're on a reverse course.

- Full stop, helm.
- Wesley: Full stop, sir.

According to this,
we're already well past the point

at which we entered the void.

Except that we are still in it, sir.

Captain, if we dropped
a stationary beacon,

and traveled straight away from it,
we would have a point of reference

to confirm speed and distance.

Make it so, data. Lock onto the beacon
and keep it dead astern.

[Beacon beeping]

- The beacon is in place, sir.
- Dead ahead, impulse power.

The beacon is falling astern, captain.

Picard: Engineering, report.

All systems functioning
normally, sir.

- Prepare to increase to warp 2.
- Aye, sir.

Captain, we are receiving
a signal from dead ahead.

[Beacon beeping]

Maybe you've found
the door out of this.

- Closing on the new signal, sir.
- Identify.

Data: Captain, it is the stationary
beacon we just released.

- We must have come full circle, sir.
- We couldn't have, sir.

I've shown us moving steadily
away from that beacon.

Picard: Full stop.

Hold this position again.

[Computer beeping]

Captain, sensors indicate
a disturbance in sector 108.

Possibly a vessel.

Perhaps some answers at last.
On-screen.

The ship is equipped
with a cloaking device.

Romulan.

- Worf: It's closing.
- Shields up, go to red alert.

I'll be at my duty station.

Worf:
Main viewer locked onto coordinates.

[Alarm blaring]

Arm the photon torpedoes,
Mr. Worf.

Hold for my orders.

- There! Worf: It's uncloaking.

Direct hit, sir.
Our shields are weakening.

- Warn them we'll return fire.
- Transmitting.

They've armed
another full spread, sir.

Fire torpedoes.

Oh, that was too easy.

Captain, our sensors show no debris
from the romulan vessel.

Impossible.

Captain, there's another
vessel approaching.

In sector 091, Mark 26.

On-screen.

Magnify.

It's a federation ship.

Ncc 1305-e.
It's the yamato, our sister ship.

The yamato's nowhere
near this quadrant.

Open a hailing frequency, data.

USS enterprise to USS yamato.
Respond, please.

USS enterprise
calling USS yamato.

Respond, please,
on this frequency.

No response, captain.

Make a full scan.

Life-support system, engineering
and propulsion all appear functional.

But there are no life signs, sir.

Data, can we be getting
a false reading?

Data: Since we know nothing
of these circumstances,

that is at least conceivable, sir.

You look doubtful, sir.

Hmm? Oh, I'm not anything.

Right now, number one, I'm just
a man who's looking for answers.

Like the rat said,
"keep the cheese.

I just want out of the trap."

Captain, request permission to board
onto the yamato with an away team.

Perhaps something we find on board
will help us figure out what happened.

Granted. Minimal complement.

Worf, you're with me.

Picard:
Captain's log, supplemental.

We remain like a fly in Amber,
trapped in the void.

We have encountered a vessel
which appears to be the USS yamato.

All its systems are shown
as functioning,

yet it seems devoid of life.

Commander riker is leading
an away team.

Hopefully, the answer
lies over there.

- Got a lock on that other ship?
- Aye, sir, no problems.

- Can you put us on the bridge?
- Anywhere you say, commander.

I'm acquainted
with the yamato, commander.

Recommend the aft station
of their bridge.

When in doubt, surprise them.

- Them? Who's them?
- Whoever may be there.

- Our sensors indicate no life-forms.
- Still, the tactic is sound.

- Agreed. Aft station, lieutenant.
- Aye, sir.

Phasers on stun.

Energize.

This isn't the bridge.

[Howling in distance]

[Worf roaring]

No! Don't fire.

I head you screaming.
I was coming to help.

You heard me? I heard you.

Transporter chief,
where do you show us over here?

O'brien [over intercom]:
We show...

[Static crackling over intercom]

Captain, do you read me?

[Over intercom] We're having
difficulty with our communications.

Number one, come in.

Transporter room, we're out
of contact with the away team.

Beam them back immediately.

I've lost the lock on them.

Nothing on my communicator, sir.

Computer on.

Let's find a turbolift to the bridge.

Transporter room, have you
been able to establish a lock?

Computer:
Emergency power engaged.

Initiate full check, all systems.

La forge:
Engineering section, report.

What is our situation?

Engineering?

Captain, request permission
to leave the bridge.

[Whirring]

This isn't a federation ship.

These walls aren't tritanium.

It's close, but it's material
beyond our technology.

Let's get to the bridge.

There's got to be an answer
to all of this somewhere.

This bridge
should be four decks above us.

What's going on here?

That's not where we came from.

Wait a minute.

Two Bridges?

If we go through there,
where will we be?

- On the bridge.
- But we are on the bridge.

It's up to you, sir.

Let's see what happens.

Is it the same bridge?

Or did we step from one bridge
onto another bridge?

We've regained
ship's communication, sir.

- Captain, I have a star fix.
- On-screen.

Haskell: It's an opening, sir.

Confirmed, sir,
navigation is possible.

Should I set a course?

Transporter room,
do you have a fix on the away team?

O'brien: Negative, captain.

Damn.

Worf: Sir!

Commander.

How did you...?

- Where did you come from?
- What's going on?

A ship has one bridge. One bridge!

One riker! One bridge!

[Roaring]

Lieutenant!

This is impossible! Impossible!

Pull yourself together!

Worf!

[Worf growls]

At ease, lieutenant, at ease.

Haskell:
Captain, the star fix is fading.

Data, lock onto the yamato
with a tractor beam.

We'll leave together.

- I cannot make the lock, sir.
- Captain, the star fix is almost gone.

Let it go.

- But, sir, we can get out.
- Let it go.

Bridge, I have reestablished contact
with the away team.

Beam them back immediately.

Captain.

Come in. Come in, enterprise.

Hold position, away team.
I've got you. We're bringing you home.

- Transporter room, hurry.
- Captain, it's almost gone.

- What the hell is going on?
- Picard: Are you all right?

I've had it.
Let's put this technology to work,

figure out what is going on,
and get the hell out of here.

A ship that was almost the yamato,
existing in a hole in space

with no crew aboard.
Now, what is the purpose?

Add to that an attack
by a nonexistent romulan vessel.

It does suggest
an interesting question.

Was our away team
actually over there?

If we weren't there,
where the hell were we?

Haskell: Commander,
I have reestablished the star fix.

Great. Set course.
Velocity, warp 2.

- Course and speed set.
- Engage.

- I've lost contact, sir.
- What?

The star fix is gone.

Captain, it is not in the same sector,
but another opening has appeared.

Picard: All right.
Set a course for those stars, warp 6.

Yes, sir, warp 6.

I've lost the signal, sir.

Riker: What's going on here?

Full stop.

Captain.

Picard:
Yes, Mr. Data, I can see it.

This game is now wearing very thin.

Let's just hold this position.

Counselor?

You said that you sensed
no intelligence in all of this.

You haven't changed in that belief?

I'm not certain of that now, captain.
I do sense something unusual.

Perhaps a different level
of consciousness?

Perhaps an intelligence so vast,
it eluded me.

Rats in a maze.

- Exacfly.
- Hmm?

Explain.

Well, everything we've been through
reminds me of a laboratory experiment.

As if something was testing
our responses to stimuli.

Are you suggesting...?

Are you suggesting
that we're in some kind of laboratory?

Haskell:
The opening seems closer, captain.

I've had enough of being led about
in this way.

Agreed, captain.
Hold present position.

Don't satisfy its curiosity.

Worf: Captain, look!

Why are you so alarmed

when I've gone to such trouble
to look just like you?

Captain, sensors show
nothing out there.

Absolutely nothing.

Sure is a damned ugly nothing.

I am captain Jean-Luc picard
of the USS enterprise,

representing a federation of planets
in this part of the galaxy.

Can you identify whoever
or whatever you are?

Nagilum.

Speaks right up for something
your sensors say isn't there, data.

We still have no idea
what you represent.

Nagilum [on screen]: Data.

Nagilum?

You are of different construction
than the others. Interesting.

Geordi.

What are you?

Your construction also differs.

[Pulaski grunts]

My construction?

Perhaps referring
to your gender, doctor.

Yes, well,
there are minor differences.

I'm what we call a female.

I understand.
The masculine and the feminine.

It is the way in which
we propagate our species.

Please demonstrate
how this is accomplished.

Not likely.

Whatever you are,
your actions are not welcome.

Let me put up the shields, sir.

Sensors still show nothing out there.

Nagilum: Your life-form
surprises me more and more.

Is it true you also have
only a limited existence?

- Answer.
- What information do you want?

I don't understand the question.

You exist,
and then you cease to exist.

Your minds call it death.

[Grunting]

[Screaming]

How interesting.

[Device beeping]

He's gone.

We cannot allow you to do that!

We will fight you.

To understand death,

I must amass information
on every aspect of it.

Every kind of dying.

The experiments shouldn't take
more than a third of your crew.

Maybe half.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 42194.7

it is obvious that whatever
we have met

sees no value
in our kind of life-form.

How do we fight something
that both is and is not there?

I know this much.

We are unimportant to it.

In a battle for survival, captain,
30 to 50 percent casualties...

Would be appalling.

But within acceptable limits.

This is not a battle, worf.

No, a laboratory experiment
would be the closest comparison.

Is there any reason
for not believing this nagilum?

- No.
- All evidence indicates

it is willing and able
to do as it proposes.

Agreed.

Under the circumstances,
I think there is only one decision.

I will not stand by
while half my crew is slaughtered.

Sir, I do not believe there is anything
you can do to prevent it.

- Yes, there is.
- What?

Destroy the enterprise.

Isn't that a little like curing the disease
by killing the patient?

It's better than standing
around helplessly.

[Pulaski sighs]

Why do I get the feeling that this was
not the time to join this ship?

Computer:
Recognize picard, Jean-Luc.

Recognize riker, William t.

Initiate auto-destruct sequence.

Computer:
Does riker, William t., concur?

I do.

- Initiate auto-destruct sequence.
- Computer: Desired time interval?

Stand by.

Interesting question.

How long to prepare to die?

What would be least painful
for our crew?

Move to it quickly, or allow them time
to prepare for it thoroughly?

Well, 20 minutes, nice round figure.

Initiate auto-destruct.

Interval, 20 minutes.

Computer:
Twenty minutes to auto-destruct.

[Beeping]

Computer:
Nineteen minutes, 50 seconds.

[Door beeps]

Come.

Our destroying ourselves
won't change its mind, captain.

I would feel that.

You didn't mention
you were that certain.

I was wrong not to tell you.

And your decision
may also be wrong.

[Door beeps]

Yes, come in, please.

I have a question, sir.

Yes, data, what is it?

Is death?

Oh, is that all?

Well, data,

you're asking probably
the most difficult of all questions.

Some see it as a changing
into an indestructible form,

forever unchanging.

They believe that the purpose
of the entire universe

is to then maintain that form

in an earth-like garden
which will give delight

and pleasure through all eternity.

On the other hand,
there are those

who hold to the idea
of our blinking into nothingness.

[Snaps]

With all of our experiences and hopes
and dreams merely a delusion.

Which do you believe, sir?

Considering the marvelous
complexity of the universe's

clockwork perfection, its balances
of this against that, matter, energy,

gravitation, time, dimension,

I believe that

our existence must be more
than either of these philosophies.

That what we are goes beyond

euclidean or other practical
measuring systems,

and that our existence
is part of a reality beyond

what we understand now as reality.

We should not let ourselves die,
Jean-Luc.

I agree with her, Jean-Luc.

Troi: If only half of us live,

then I would rather take my chances
on being one that does.

Data:

It is wrong of you to force us.

It is wrong.

Yes, this is very wrong.

Neither of you should be reacting
in this way.

Computer,
locate commander data for me.

Computer:
Commander data is on the bridge.

It's not going to work, nagilum.

Data [over intercom]:
Captain, we are clear.

We are out of the void.

Riker [over intercom]:
It's gone, captain.

We can abort the auto-destruct.

Picard: Hold, number one.
Riker: But, captain...

Picard: Hold.

Computer:
One minute to auto-destruct.

Data: We are out of the void, sir,
you may stop auto-destruct.

[Alarm blaring]

Mr. Crusher, warp 6,
any heading, now.

Computer:
Fifty seconds to auto-destruct.

- Forty seconds to auto-destruct.
- Captain?

It could all be part of the illusion.

Commander data, report.

All navigational systems confirm
we are at warp 6, on course, sir.

- Counselor troi?
- Captain, it has gone.

I no longer feel its presence.

Co m p ute r:
Twenty seconds to auto-destruct.

Ten seconds to auto-destruct.

Captain?

Abort auto-destruct sequence.

Computer:
Riker, William t., do you concur?

Absolutely. I do indeed concur,
wholeheartedly.

Co m p ute r:
Auto-destruct canceled.

A simple yes would have sufficed,
number one.

I didn't want there to be any chance
of misunderstanding.

Of course. You have the bridge.

He sure held that bluff
to the last second, didn't he, sir?

Was he bluffing?

Picard: Well, nagilum,
I hope you got what you needed.

You have provided me
with much more than ineeded.

Why did you release us?

You could have seen the way
we face death.

That wasn't necessary.

I have learned all I needed to know.

Would you like me to share
some of my conclusions?

- I'm not interested.
- Well, of course you are.

You are too inquisitive
not to want to know.

You seem to find no tranquility
in anything.

You struggle against the inevitable.

You thrive on conflict.

You are selfish,
yet you value loyalty.

You are rash, quick to judge,
slow to change.

It's amazing you've survived.

Be that as it may, as species
we have no common ground.

You are too aggressive.
Too hostile. Too militant.

During this period,
you too have been evaluated.

It would seem that we have
at least one thing in common.

- Oh?
- Curiosity.

The point is well taken, captain.

Perhaps that is a trait we share.

Then perhaps we shall meet again.

But next time,
it will be out here among the stars.

Ensign, put us back on course.

- Warp 3.
- Yes, sir, warp 3.

And, ensign, if you encounter
any holes, steer clear.