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Pu laski:
Medical log, stardate 42437.5.

Ira graves is arguably the greatest
human mind in the universe.

For years, he's lived
in near isolation on a remote planet,

devoting full time to his research.

Eight hours ago, we monitored
a message from his assistant

urgently requesting medical aid.

I only hope
we can reach him in time.

Any response from gravesworld,
Mr. Worf?

Nothing, sir.
Not since their initial communication.

They send out a plea for help
and then they cut off transmission

so they can't tell
if there's any help on the way.

It doesn't make much sense,
does it?

Ensign, what's our eta
at the planet?

Thirty-six minutes to orbit, sir.

Starfleet command considers

that graves' work
in molecular cybernetics

is reaching a critical stage.

They consider this
a priority one action.

A man is ill, captain.
Treating him is my priority one.

Regardless of who he is.

Does data say why he wants
to see us?

He said something
about his new image.

I tell you, he's been acting
kind of strange lately.

- How so?
- Well, if I didn't know better,

I'd say he was showing signs
of insecurity.

[Troi laughs]

Yes, but you do know better.

- Androids don't feel such things.
- I don't know.

Sometimes I think he's becoming
more human than any of us realize.

[Beeps]

Data: Come in.

- Data? Data: Geordi?

Is counselor troi with you?

Yes, I'm here, data.

- Geordi said you wanted to see us.
- Data: Indeed.

Or stated more correctly,
I wanted you to see me.

- Can we come in? Data: Please.

Did you damage your face, data?

It is a beard, geordi.

A fine, full, dignified beard.

One which commands respect

and projects thoughtfulness
and dignity.

Well? Opinions?

- Uh...
- It's, um, very different.

When I stroke the beard thusly,

do I not appear more intellectual?

[La forge ch uckles]

I'm sorry, I have to go now.
Goodbye.

[Troi laughing]

Why was she laughing?

[Beeping]

We are receiving a transmission
from gravesworld, sir.

It's unfocused,
not directed specifically at us.

On viewer, Mr. Worf.

If anyone can hear me,
please send a doctor.

Things are getting worse.

Try and raise her, Mr. Crusher.
Tell them we're only minutes away.

It's no good, sir.
I don't believe they're receiving us.

Our records show
that she and graves

are the only ones
living on the planet, captain.

Then what scared her?

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.

[Beeping]

Captain, I am picking up
another signal

but it is not from the planet.

On-screen, Mr. Worf.

Signal is very weak, sir. Audio only.

Pipe it through.

Man [on recording]:
Mayday. Mayday.

This is the USS... requesting
emergency.

The outer hull is breached

and environmental systems
compromised.

We need immediate assistance.

Captain, I show the constantinople
in that general vicinity.

She's a transport ship
used to ferry settlers.

I'm showing 2,012 colonists aboard.

Outer hull breach.

She must have had
an internal explosion.

If that's the case,
they'll all be prone to severe hypoxia.

Their lives are at risk.
We've got to help them.

And what about graves?

He is one man.

Suggestion, captain.

Why don't we execute
a long-range transport

of an away team to assist Dr. Graves
at the earliest moment.

We'll come out of warp
just long enough to energize the beam.

A touch-and-go downwarping?

Ensign crusher,
prepare to make it so.

Aye, sir.

Engineering, Mr. La forge.

We're gonna execute
a near-warp transport.

This may be a little tricky.
I would like you to handle it.

Yes, captain. I'm on my way.

Assemble an away team,
number one.

Include whoever the doctor requires
to assist her.

Excuse me, sir, but there may be
hundreds on the constantinople

that require emergency attention.

I should be there to supervise.

All right. Who will replace you?

Lieutenant selar.
She has my complete confidence.

Riker: Worf, let's go.

Riker: Phaser on stun, Mr. Worf.

We don't know what's going on.
There's no need to take any chances.

- Agreed, sir.
- La forge: Now remember,

this is a near-warp transport,
so the effects may be a little unusual.

- What do you mean?
- Riker: You'll see, counselor.

- Energize.
- Wait a minute. I don't understand.

You do now.

This might sound crazy,
but for a moment,

I thought I was stuck in that wall.

For a moment, you were.

Data to enterprise.

Picard:
[Read you, commander. Go ahead.

We are inside graves' home.

Allis quiet so far.

Of course, no one knew
we were coming.

Use caution.
But protect graves' health at all costs.

Understood, sir.

I suggest we look around
to see if anyone is home.

Worf: No need, commander.

You heard me. Thank god.

I'm kareen brianon,
Dr. Graves' assistant.

We're from a ship
called the enterprise.

We monitored your distress call,

but then you never acknowledged
our response.

I'm sorry.

- I couldn't take the chance.
- Troi: Chance?

What chance?

The chance that I might find out
someone was coming.

Kareen knew full well that I would
not be pleased, to put it mildly.

I had no choice.

I refuse to stand by
and watch you deteriorate.

What symptoms have you noticed?

He has pain,
shortness of breath, irritability.

Ridiculous!

I'm as healthy as a rigellian ox.

He's not himself, believe me.

His temper
is completely out of control.

- Nonsense! Kareen: Ira.

I am a doctor. Lieutenant selar.

No offense but I don't want you
touching me in any way.

It's no secret
that I don't like people much

and I like doctors even less.

That's funny.
I thought most doctors were people.

Then you were wrong.
Ask any patient.

Although, heh,

I will admit, for a doctor,
you're not a bad-looking woman.

Well, well, well,
what have we got here?

Another lovely specimen
of womanhood.

I thought you didn't like people.

Women aren't people.

They're women.

I'm Deanna troi.

It's an honor to meet you,
Dr. Graves.

Yes, of course it is.

This is one of the truly great moments
of your life.

Uh, excuse me, sir.
Are you a romulan?

- Hardly.
- He's a klingon, kareen.

Kareen has lived here
since her father died

when she was very young.

Her only knowledge
of unhuman races comes from me.

Klingons and romulans
don't look much alike, kareen,

even though they act much alike.

Do I have to stand here
and be insulted?

Oh, no insult intended, Mr. Klingon.

You see, doctor, there's nothing wrong
with my hearing.

My, my, my.

- Lieutenant commander data...
- Shh, shh.

Absolutely no aesthetic value
whatsoever.

Looks like soong's work.

Quite correct, sir.
Did you know Dr. Soong?

Know him?
I taught him everything he knows.

You could say
that I was the father of his work.

[Laughs]

Which kind of makes me
your grandfather, doesn't it, Sonny?

[Graves chuckles]

Damn doctors!

Always sneaking up on one,
attacking from the rear.

Go on, gorgeous, spit it out.

Whatever the hell it is, I can take it.

I've checked twice to make certain.

You have darnay's disease.

I'm sorry, Dr. Graves,
it's in its final stage.

Can't you do something for him?

In all cases, darnay's is terminal.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 42437.7.

We've successfully repaired
the stricken liner constantinople.

Forty-six of her people
suffered injuries, mostly minor.

They have been treated and supplied
with the proper medicines.

Our task complete,

we are heading back
to gravesworld with great dispatch.

[Graves whistling
"if I only had a heart"]

[Graves coughs]

[Whistling resumes]

- I have noticed, doctor...
- Graves: Call me grandpa.

[Graves coughing]

It seems more touching
in my final hours.

I have noticed, grandpa, that you
keep repeating the same notes

of a musical phrase
I am unfamiliar with.

Oh, it's...

It's an ancient little tune called
"if I only had a heart."

A plaintive lament
sung by a mechanical man

who longs to be human.

It's his only wish.

What happens to this man?

He finds out he's human after all.

Always was.

Just worried so much,
he never realized it.

Hm. A happy ending.

The mechanical man gets his wish.

Stories often have happy endings.

It's life that throws you for a loop.

It must be so hard for you

to be so close to being human

and yet never really knowing
what it's like to know pain.

Pain is unpleasant, is it not?

Pain.

Lust. Envy.

Pleasure.

Desire.

Do you know what desire is, data?

Desire? To long for. To crave.
A wish. A request.

Do you know what desire is?

I do not suppose
I will ever really know.

Oh, I feel pity for you.

Your existence must be a kind
of walking purgatory.

Neither dead nor alive.
Never really feeling anything.

Just existing.

Just existing.

[Grunts]

[Graves coughs]

Heh. Oh, listen to me.

A dying man takes the time
to mourn a man

who will never know death.

Funny, isn't it?

Funny?

I have had great difficulty
determining what funny is.

I've had the same difficulty
most of my life.

We are much alike.

I'd say he has a week
but that's only an estimate.

We do know that the disease attacks
the brain and nervous system.

We can expect more
of the erratic behavior

of the kind you've been noticing.

His feelings towards you
are very warm.

He is attracted to you in many ways.

Attracted?

I know I've felt certain feelings
from him and for him.

Had I been older,
perhaps we could have been...

That's not the way it worked out.

And now it's like he's afraid
to face me.

The only one he talks to
is your friend data.

You mentioned your impending death,
grandpa.

May I say you face it
with remarkable courage and stoicism.

Well, that is because
I'm an incredible man,

possessing an iron will
and nerves of steel,

two traits that have helped me
become the genius I am today,

as well as the lady killer I was
in days gone by.

- You condone homicide, sir?
- It's an expression, data.

It means I was once as beautiful
as I am smart.

- Really, grandpa?
- No, not really.

But what the hell, I'm dying.

I can remember my life
any way I want.

But I'll let you in
to a little secret, Sonny.

I don't really believe I will be dying.

- But the doctor...
- Oh, I'll die.

But I won't really be dead. You see?

I believe I've learned to transfer
the wealth of my knowledge

into a computer.

Before I die,

I plan to transfer my great intellect
into this machine,

thus cheating the grim reaper
of his greatest prize.

But what would you know of death?

It is a subject forever alien to you.

That is not necessarily true, grandpa.
I do have an "off" button, if you will.

Its activation robs me
of my consciousness,

therefore rendering me dead,
for all intents and purposes.

It is not something
I enjoy contemplating.

Oh, I can understand that.

Just where would soong position
such a device?

Don't tell me.

Let me guess.

Picard [over radio]: Captain
to away team. We 're standing by.

I do not wish to interrupt data
and the doctor.

They seem to have developed
a genuine rapport.

But the enterprise
has reached its orbit

and I'd like to transport graves
to the ship as soon as possible.

[Door opens]

That will not be necessary, doctor.

- He is gone.
- Gone?

It happened just a few moments ago.
In my arms.

Ira graves is dead.

[Gasps]

Picard:
Captain's log, supplemental.

Ileave gravesworld
with an empty feeling

and the knowledge
that our mission was unsuccessful.

Whatever scientific secrets
ira graves was about to unlock

have been lost forever.

Our immediate priority
is to reach the nearest starbase

so that graves' assistant
can get on with her life.

Why didn't you contact Dr. Selar

when you saw
that he was beginning to go?

To do so would have been pointless.

All things must pass.

May I go now, sir?

Yes, of course.

We will try to honor him

in the manner in which he specified,
will we not, sir?

I said we would, data.

I am glad, sir. It was his dying wish.

Hello, data.
It's good to see you again.

The stars are so beautiful
from space.

You always did love the sky.

A stargazer. That is what you are.

Did ira tell you that?

I guess he's right.

I used to spend hours
just lying on a hill looking up.

Ira never told you
how beautiful you were to him?

He never told you that, did he?

He could not tell you.

Do you understand?

I understand.

But he wanted to.

Every waking moment.

And he wanted you to know that.

You were everything to him.

Picard: He was a fine man.

A man of rare gifts.

And great accomplishments.

He will be sorely missed.

Does anyone else have anything
to say?

I believe I have a few words
to say, sir.

Just look at that face.

The face of a thinker, a warrior.

A man

for all seasons.

Yes, ira graves was all that
and more.

But he was not perfect.

Perhaps his greatest flaw

was that he was too selfless.

He cared too much
for his fellow man,

with nary a thought for himself.

A man of limitless accomplishments

and unbridled modesty.

I can safely say

that to know him was to love him.

And to love him

was to know him.

Those who knew him

loved him.

While those who did not know him

loved him from afar.

- Data.
- I'm almost finished, sir.

You are finished, data.

[Beeping]

We now commit the body
of ira graves

to the timeless depths of space.

[Beeping]

I am sorry, sir.

Perhaps it was my admiration
for grandpa that got the best of me.

- Grandpa?
- That is the way I think of him, sir.

My only living relative.
No longer living.

I was only trying
to carry out his wishes, sir.

I just wanted to keep my promise
to him.

I know that, data.

Look, I realize you've been studying
the human equation with great alacrity,

but perhaps you've been working
at it too much.

Don't try so hard to be human.
Just be yourself.

All right?

Yes, sir.

I will work on staying within myself.

You're dismissed, Mr. Data.

Thank you, sir.

[Whistling
"if I only had a heart"]

Picard: Captain's personal log.

Although commander data
has assured me

that his odd behavior
will return to normal,

I can't help thinking
that something went wrong

during his visit to gravesworld.

I'm still concerned, captain.

I've never seen him act like this.

Could it be that grandfather analogy
that graves planted in his head?

Data is an orphan
in a manner of speaking.

Is it possible that the loss of graves
might have affected him?

Touched him on some emotional level
we didn't know he possessed?

I hope you're right.

I hope that's all it is.

That was a great speech, data.

"To know him is to love him
is to know him"?

Verbal composition
at its most sophisticated level.

Your childlike mind cannot appreciate
the timeworn wisdom of my words.

"Childlike mind"?

When you get to be my age,
you will understand.

Your age?

Data, chronologically,
you're not much older than I am.

Well...

You are only as old as you feel.
Try to remember that, boy.

You're not turning into a philosopher,
are you, Mr. Data?

I am many things:
Scholar, artist, philosopher,

lover, genius.

Data, what's wrong with you?

Kareen: How beautiful.

Picard: I thought you might enjoy
the bridge, miss brianon.

I'm aware of your interest in science.
Perhaps you'd like to see

- the computer terminal.
- Yes, I'm aware of your interest in her.

What was that, commander?

Nothing, sir. Nothing at all.

These are the science stations.

From the command center here,

we have control of all
of the science stations.

Data, what are you doing?

I detest hypocrisy.

I wish they would just come out
and admit it.

Admit what, Mr. Data?

That your interest in kareen
is not purely professional.

Try as you will,
you cannot win her heart.

She does not care for older men.

Or men of limited intellect.

Mr. Data, you will come with me
right now.

Do you understand me?

[Scoffs]

I understand.

I understand all too well.

Removing the competition
will not help you, picard.

Excuse me.

Do you know
what that was all about?

Jealousy. Intense burning jealousy.

A human emotion,
and it was coming from data.

If you wish to apologize,
I am prepared to listen.

You expect me to apologize to you?

You were a bit rude to me.

Might make you feel better
if you said you were sorry.

Data, something has obviously
gone wrong with your circuitry.

That is ridiculous.
I'm as healthy as a rigellian ox.

I wish I could believe that.

I would accompany you to sickbay,

but I doubt if that
would do us any good.

Sickbay?

Are you ill, captain?

I'm getting there.

I'm going to have engineering
run a full physical on you.

I am sure that will
not be necessary, captain.

I am fully capable
of running a circuit check on myself.

It will immediately
determine any abnormalities.

Do it. That's an order.

Just as I expected. I am fine.
Could not be better.

For the first time
since I've known you,

I don't believe you.

Try and hold still, will you, data?

Data, will you wait for me
in the corridor?

Why should |?

This concerns me more
than it does any of you.

You will wait for me in the corridor.

His insubordination is growing
by leaps and bounds.

I could use discipline.
But I'd rather try and help him.

Well, I wish I knew what to suggest.

I'll be damned
if I can find a thing wrong with him.

Perhaps we're looking
in the wrong place.

- Meaning?
- Well, if data's physical health

is unimpaired, perhaps his mental
health needs to be addressed.

What, are you saying
that data's losing his mind?

With your permission, captain,
there is one way to find out.

Now, data, you remember
the psychotronic stability examination.

We all had to take it

before graduating
from the academy.

It was a waste of time then
and it's a waste of time now.

It will just Gauge your psychological
reactions to the images it projects.

- Mm-hm.
- Watch the screen

and let your mind go blank.

The device will do the rest.

[Sensors beeping]

[Sensors beeping rapidly]

It's safe to say
that you're his best friend.

Is it possible to speculate
about what's happening to him?

Well, sir, it's just a guess,

but sometimes he wants
to be human so badly,

he can taste it.

I think he just tends to get confused
when his human qualities surface.

- Hmm. Go on.
- Uh, witnessing graves' death

may have been some sort of catalyst
for the way he...

[Door opens]

I have the results of the tests.

I ran them several times to be sure.

To be sure of what?

There are two disparate personalities
within lieutenant commander data.

Each distinctly different.
A dominant and a recessive.

But he's an Android.
Is that possible?

It must be.

The dominant personality
is unstable.

Brilliant but vain.
Sensitive yet paranoid.

And I believe it is prone
to irrationality.

Of course.

- Sir?
- Nothing. Go on.

It seems to have an especially
strong hatred of you, captain.

Or to a lesser degree,
any authority figure.

And the worst part is, it's growing.

How do you mean?

The alien persona is getting stronger

and gobbling up
what is left of the weaker ego.

The data we know.

If something isn't done
to stop it immediately,

we will lose our data forever.

Picard: Captain's personal log.

We have arrived at starbase 6

where miss brianon will await
transport back to earth.

I am greatly troubled by the unusual
behavior of commander data,

and fear that somehow
it is directly related

to the experiments of ira graves.

Where is data now?

He should be in his quarters.
You ordered him not to leave.

Tell me, where is
lieutenant commander data?

Computer:
Current location, ten-forward.

Lieutenant worf,
will you go to ten-forward

and keep an eye on data?

Don't interfere with his actions
unless you hear otherwise from me.

Worf [over radio]:
Worf here, sir. Acknowledged.

I want to know more

about what happened
down on gravesworld.

Lieutenant selar,
report to captain's ready room.

Hello, kareen.

Don't you think it's time
we stopped pretending?

You know who I am.

You're data.

You do know who I am.

It is me. I am here.

I am alive.

How?

I deactivated data

and transferred my mind
into his frame.

I never imagined
how much of myself I would retain.

My feelings, my dreams.

They won't let you get away with it.

They'll try to stop you.

How can they?

It is my body now.
It is out of their hands.

Doctor, tell me, how much time
did data and graves spend together?

They were together practically
the entire time we were on the planet.

- Always alone?
- Yes. Always.

Doctor, what was your impression
of graves?

He seemed brilliant, egocentric,
arrogant, chauvinistic.

Sound familiar?

Something wonderful has happened.

I can take a deep breath now
without feeling stabbing pain.

I will never have to face death again.

Think of the things I will accomplish
over the next thousand years.

What?

I know what you're thinking.

There is no need to worry.

I will create an Android body
for you too.

We can witness
the end of time together.

Why are you crying, kareen?

I can love you now.

The way I always wanted to.

It was not right before.

I was too old for you. Too weak.

But now I can be everything
you want me to be.

I won't let you put me in a machine.

I want to live my life.

I won't let you take it away from me.

Ira. Ira, you're hurting me.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

Worf to captain picard.

Commander data
has left ten-fon/vard.

- Should I follow?
- Negative.

I'll handle this myself.

He was an expert in cybernetics?

Our memorial service
may have been premature.

What an achievement.

So long as men can breathe
or eyes can see

so long lives this

and this gives life to thee

he was working on bridging the gap
between man and machine.

It seems he built that bridge.

I may be forced to tear it down.

I can hear you coming, captain.

My ears are better
than the average dog's, you know.

I know who you are.
And what you've done.

Of course you do.

I came here to talk to data.

Mm-mm. I cannot allow that.

I understand your desperation.

The shock of learning
you were dying.

But you have no right
to do what you've done.

I have every right, captain.

I am man, he is machine.

There is no question
who must live and what must die.

What of data?

Data?

Before me he was nothing.

Just a walking tin can
with circuits for intestines.

Without heart,
a man is meaningless.

I would not come up here
if I were you, captain.

I might not like it.

You are most fortunate,
my dear captain,

that I am not a violent man.

Not a violent man?

This... this is not my fault.

They told me
I was not supposed to be up here.

- They should not have done that.
- Graves, listen to me.

No one can deny the significance
of your transformation.

But I don't believe
that this was part of your plan.

Encountering data
was mere coincidence,

one that offered you more
than you could have dreamed.

But something has gone wrong.
Look here.

Graves,

this experiment must be terminated.

- Picard to sickbay.
- Pulaski: Yes, captain?

How is miss brianon?

Her left hand is fractured
in two places.

We've just begun treatment.

I'm afraid there are two more
injuries in engineering.

I'm on my way.

Who's next?

These were all accidents.
I did not intend...

How many more accidents?

You must leave this body.

No. I live here now.

Graves,

every man has his time.

Every man. Without exception.

But you've cheated.

You have extended your life
at the expense of another.

Graves, give data back.

- Give him back.
- Data is dead.

No. He must not be lost.

He's not simply an Android.

He's a life-form, entirely unique.

Data is not human.

- He is...
- He is different, yes.

But that does not make him
expendable

or any less significant.

No being is so important
that he can usurp the rights of another.

Now set him free.

How many?

How many more accidents?

- Data, where is he?
- Just take it easy, captain.

I can't afford to take it easy, doctor.

Tell me, where is
lieutenant commander data?

Data?

Data?

Data, can you hear me?

May I ask a question?

- I think you just did.
- — quite correct.

Then may I ask another question
after this one?

You can ask me anything you want.

Why am I lying on the floor
in this undignified position,

with the four of you standing over me
displaying expressions of—-?

I've heard more than enough.
You're you again.

Kareen:
Captain. Captain, look at this.

He's in there.

Ira put himself in the computer.

Picard:
Captain's log, supplemental.

We've said goodbye
to kareen brianon

with the hopeful feeling
that her future will be a bright one.

The intellect of ira graves

has been deposited
into our computer.

There is knowledge
but no consciousness.

The human equation has been lost.

- And you don't remember anything?
- Not a thing.

"To know him is to love him
is to know him"?

Perhaps it is best
that I do not remember.

I trust I did nothing unbecoming
to a starfleet officer?

Does wrestling
with a klingon targ ring a bell?

- Mr. Crusher, take us out of orbit.
- Crusher: Aye, sir.

Did I win?