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Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 44932.3.

The enterprise is preparing
to enter the mar oscura,

an unexplored dark-matter nebula.

Commander data is modifying
several of our photon torpedoes

for an experiment designed
to elicit more information

about this unusual phenomenon.

The initial dispersal pattern

should not be more than
seven kilometers in diameter.

Jenna?

Oh, uh...

Six-point-eight kilometers.

That should suffice.

Is there something occupying
your thoughts, Jenna?

You seem somewhat subdued today.

I bumped into Jeff again
in the turbolift this morning.

He asked me out to dinner.

What was your response?

I told him I'd think about it.

As you requested,
I will now remind you

of the reasons you decided
to end your relationship with Jeff.

I guess I asked for this. Go ahead.

You objected to the fact
that he seemed unwilling

to set aside sufficient time for you.

You said he was unresponsive,
that he never did the little things.

You disliked the sound he made
when he ate his soup...

Okay, okay, I remember.

This is the third time
I have refreshed your memory.

Do you wish
to rescind our agreement?

No, it's for my own good.
It's just so easy to forget.

Hand me the sequencer.

Throughout history, many lovers
have suffered the same difficulty.

Anne boleyn was quite distressed
that Henry viii

preferred the company of
his huntsmen over that of his wife.

Since when did you develop an interest
in romantic historical figures?

Six weeks ago, when you
and Jeff dissolved your relationship,

I saw an excellent opportunity to study
that aspect of human intimacy.

As your friend, it is my responsibility
to be supportive in times of need.

That's, uh...

That's very sweet, data.

[Com beeps]

Data: Data to bridge.

We are ready to begin
the first illumination test.

Acknowledged.
All science stations stand by.

We're about to light up the nebula.
Mr. Worf.

Launch bay 1 shows ready,
commander.

Fire torpedo.

Jenna: It's beautiful.

Like watching fireworks
when I was a little girl.

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.

[Band playing classical music]

[Crowd applauding]

- That was wonderful.
- Really?

- Oh. Really wonderful.
- Ha, ha.

[Sighs]

Is something wrong?

My tempo was way off.

I felt like I was rushing
through the whole piece.

I do not believe that is so.

Your rhythmic control
has improved markedly.

I heard no fluctuations
during the performance.

Well, maybe, but I ruined the coda,
I got confused with the phrasing again.

I kept breathing at the wrong times.

The contrapuntal nature of
the composition is most demanding.

We'll give more attention
to the rhythmic patterns

during our next rehearsal. However,

I am quite certain the audience
was oblivious to such nuances.

They seemed to enjoy
the performance thoroughly.

[Chuckles]

Thank you, data,
you're very generous.

Keiko: Every night miles
leaves his socks on the floor.

When we got married,

I made the mistake
of picking them up a few times.

Then I realized, if I kept it up,
I'd be doing it for the rest of my life.

So I stopped, figuring he'd get the point
and do it himself.

One night goes by.

A week.

Ten days.

By now, there's a pile of socks
half a meter high.

- Oh, come on, it wasn't half a meter.
- After two weeks,

I couldn't stand it anymore.
I bundled them up

and put them
in the cleaning processor.

And I'm still doing it.

And a very good job
she does of it too.

- Ugh.
- Ha, ha.

Keiko, you sound just like data.

He came over to my quarters
the other day

to give me a music lesson
and he said the funniest thing.

How did you put it?

About, um... about the mess?

I believe I observed that you seem
to have an aversion to orderliness.

[All laughing]

But it was not intended
as a humorous remark.

So before we started,

he gallantly offered
to help me straighten up.

And a very good job I did of it too.

[All laughing]

Report, Mr. Data.

I have nearly finished
compiling readings

of our most recent
illuminatory burst.

Dark matter density
is nearly one order of magnitude

higher than in similar nebulae.

Life forms here may have developed
in ways never before observed.

Interesting hypothesis.

Are there any m-class planets
we could check out?

Several, sir. The nearest
is approximately three light hours

from our present position.

It's worth a look.

We'll continue our survey
along the way.

Let's increase the flow rate
and see if that helps.

[Clanking]

Sometimes in the summer
we'd go on cookouts,

just my little brother
and me and my mother.

Oh, she was hopeless
without a replicator.

We didn't care.

Children often do not develop
discerning palates

until well beyond adolescence.

It wasn't that. It's just that
we felt so good being together,

you know, as a family.

We didn't have much of that
after my father died.

So those times were really special.

I wish we were back there now,
you and I.

The unidirectional nature
of the time continuum

makes that an unlikely possibility.

[Chuckles]

That's what I love about you, data,
you make me laugh.

I don't know why I keep falling
for the wrong men.

Why can't I fall for somebody
like you? You're perfect.

That is not true.
I have no human feelings.

But you give me so much.

You spend time with me
when I'm lonely.

You encourage me when I'm down.

No man has ever been kinder to me.

Those are the things that matter.

I better be going.

With your permission, commander.

Permission granted.

I don't know if you're aware of this,
but you're very handsome.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Guinan: Hello, data.

Would you like to try
something new?

It's a concoction I heard
about on prakal ii.

I think it's wonderful,
but I need a second opinion.

Eighty-seven percent
saurian Brandy.

Targ milk and denevian mead
comprise the rest.

There is an unusually high
concentration of fructose compound

- and monosaccharides.
- Too sweet?

Data, if I didn't know you better

I would say you were a little

preoccupied.

Lieutenant d'sora just gave me
what could be considered

a very passionate kiss
in the torpedo bay.

Really?

And?

I was intrigued.

Jenna seemed to be displaying
genuine affection for me.

Well...

What do you think of her, data?

I find her to be a competent officer.

Highly motivated...

Though somewhat lacking
in her understanding

of the theory underlying
the dilithium-matrix application.

I meant personally.

I look forward to the time
we spend together.

Well, then it seems
the next move is yours.

What are you gonna do?

I do not know.

I have no experience
in such matters.

I require advice.

Ha, ha. Don't look at me.

No, no, data.

I simply mean
that I can't give you any advice here.

It's not good to advise people
about their first love affairs.

That's kind of something people
have to figure out for themselves.

But I am not capable of love.

Then it's gonna be
a very unique experience.

[Meows]

Missing someone?

I found spot wandering through
the corridor two sections away.

Thank you.

Forget to secure the door
when you left?

The door sensor is programmed
to recognize only humanoid forms

for entrance and egress.

Spot could not have triggered
the mechanism.

Maybe somebody came in
while you were away.

Let him out by accident.

Has anything been disturbed?

It does not appear so.

Computer.

Has anyone been in my quarters
in the last 12 hours

other than commander la forge
or myself?

Computer: Negative.

That's pretty strange.

To be on the safe side,
maybe I should report

a possible unauthorized entry
to security.

May I ask your advice...

In a personal matter?

Sure, data.

Should I pursue a relationship
with lieutenant d'sora?

I thought she and Jeff arton were...

They have discontinued
their association.

She has made the first move
in initiating

a relationship with me.

What should I do?

[Sighs]

Boy.

If she's just coming out
of a bad situation...

You know, sometimes

it takes people a while, data.

But then if theyjustjump
right into another relationship,

you see, that can be trouble.

Unless of course,
she's really ready, and then...

Well, I guess it depends on
whether or not you're really serious...

[Chuckles]

This can be a little complicated.

Listen, my advice is,

ask somebody else for advice,

at least someone who's
got more experience at giving advice.

I think you should be careful.

This isn't just some experiment
you're running, data.

Jenna is a living, breathing person

with needs and feelings
that have to be considered.

Then you do not believe
I should pursue this any further?

I didn't say that.
I just want you to be aware

that this is unlike
any other more casual relationship

that you've attempted.

I have studied
much human literature

on the subject of love
and romantic liaisons.

There are many role models
for me to emulate.

Ultimately, Jenna will care for you
for who you are,

not what you imitate out of a book.

My programming may be inadequate
to the task.

We're all more than the sum
of our parts, data.

You'll have to be more than the sum
of your programming.

Klingons do not pursue
relationships.

They conquer
that which they desire.

However...

Lieutenant d'sora serves
under my command.

If she were mistreated,

I would be very displeased,

sir.

I understand.

I think you should pursue it.
First of all, she's a beautiful woman.

She seems to be crazy about you.

Jenna has clearly demonstrated
how she feels about me.

But I am not capable of returning
those feelings.

When you get involved
with another person,

there are always risks,
of disappointment,

of getting hurt.

I cannot be hurt. But she can.

Jenna knows that.

And she has obviously decided
to take the chance.

Data, when it really works
between two people,

it's not like anything
you've ever experienced.

The rewards are far greater
than simple friendship.

How far, sir?

That's what I'm hoping
you're going to find out.

Captain.

- I am seeking advice in how to...
- Yes, I've heard, data.

And I will be delighted to offer
any advice I can

on understanding women.

When I have some, I'll let you know.

Data:
Second officer's personal log,

stardate 44935.6.

After conferring with my colleagues

regarding the nature
of romantic love in general,

and my own situation in particular,

I have reached a decision.

[Door beeps]

Oh, they're lovely.

Come in.

What are they?

A variety of crystilia.

Their fragrance
is an evolutionary response

to the acrid nature of the atmosphere
on telemarius iv.

You silver-tongued devil.

Um, why don't I find a place
to put these?

Which won't be that easy.

It seems your quarters have reverted
to their earlier state of disorder.

I know. I'm hopeless.

They're beautiful, data.
It's really sweet of you.

Commander riker suggested
this particular flower.

He said it had worked for him
in the past.

You didn't talk to the entire ship
about us?

In actuality, less than one percent
of the enterprise crew was involved.

It was necessary to balance theory
with experiential reference.

Both are required for a program
of this nature.

Computer.

Decrease illumination level
by one third standard iux.

- Uh, this is all part of a program?
- Yes.

One which I have just created
for romantic relationships.

So I'm, uh, just a small variable

in one of your new computational
environments?

You are much more than that,
Jenna.

I have written a subroutine
specifically for you.

A program within the program.

I have devoted a considerable share
of my internal resources

to its development.

Data,

that's the nicest thing
anybody's ever said to me.

Estimated time of arrival, Mr. Data.

We will reach the class-m planet
in approximately 11 hours, sir.

You have the bridge, number one.

Picard to lieutenant worf.

Yes, captain?

Picard: Would you step
into my ready room, please?

And bring a tricoder with you.

Aye, captain.

Captain?

What do you make of this?

[Tricoder beeping]

I am puzzled, sir.

So am I, Mr. Worf.

The only detectable
bioelectric residuals are your own.

- You did not...
- No, I did not.

Well...

Perhaps we have a poltergeist.

- Sir?
- A mischievous spirit.

Perhaps not.

[Tricoder beeping]

I cannot explain
how an intruder entered this room.

- But I recommend we go to red alert.
- Not yet.

Then I will order one of my officers
to stand watch.

- Worf to ensign...
- That's all right, Mr. Worf.

I think for now circumstances
warrant caution, nothing more.

As you wish, captain.

[Door beeps]

Data: Enter.

I know it's a little unexpected.

You are correct.

I did not anticipate your arrival
until 1900 hours.

Well, I couldn't wait.

I wanted you to have this.

You have often expressed
dissatisfaction

with the spartan nature
of my quarters.

Is this an attempt at embellishment?

The cat's out of the bag.

- Spot?
- No, I mean,

you've caught me in the act.

I'm just trying to brighten things up
around here.

It's tyrinean. What do you think?

Its line is both fluid and formal,
yet retains an unpremeditated quality.

The tactility of its surface
embellishment

is evocative of
the Neo-primitive period

in tyrinean blade carving.

Um, I hadn't thought of it in that way.

[Chuckles]

I'm sorry, don't let me interrupt.

As you wish.

Uh, data.

Yes?

The book of love,
chapter four, paragraph 17.

When your girlfriend arrives with a gift,
stop whatever it is you're doing,

and give her
your undivided attention.

I should not have resumed
my painting.

Despite your suggestion
that I continue.

Exactly.

I have much to learn.

Um, why don't we start with this?

A critical analysis isn't necessarily
the best response to a gift.

Perhaps if I looked
for a suitable place to display it.

Much better.

The ambient light in this location
accentuates its contours.

However,

a gift should not necessarily be placed
according to aesthetic criteria.

A more central location

would give added meaning.

Data, what's important
is that you're trying.

You don't know
how much that means to me.

Why don't you go back
to your painting?

Oh, I really mean it this time.

[Chuckles]

I'll see you tonight.

Heh.

Riker [over com]:
Riker to captain picard.

I think you'd better
come out here, sir.

Acknowledged.

We've reached
the designated coordinates.

But the m-class planet...

It's gone.

Are you sure there was no malfunction
in the sensors?

The lateral em scanners register
radiation levels

indicative of a class-m planet.

Sir.

Mr. Data,
run a full systems diagnostic.

Co m p ute r:
Warning. Atmospheric decompression

in bridge observation lounge.

Environmental-compensation
sequence has been initiated.

I am not registering a hull breach.

Scan for life forms.

- None, sir.
- Captain,

standard air pressure
has been reestablished

in the observation lounge.

Let's have a look. Mr. Data.

Captain.

I do not understand.

Riker:
Picking anything up, data?

Data: I detect no unusual readings
along standard parameters.

Curious.

The transparent aluminum alloy
of this window is exhibiting a pattern

of transient electrical currents.

Explanation?

I have none.

The rate is characteristic
of a subspace distortion,

but I am picking up no evidence
of a subspace field.

We'll hold position while we seek
an explanation of these anomalies.

Let's divert all our resources
to that end.

Honey?

I'm home.

Any luck with your diagnostic?

Negative.
We found no malfunctions.

We did a full security sweep.
Nothing.

May I...

Get you a drink, dear?

Well, yes,
I'll have a, uh, calaman Sherry.

Excellent choice.

I'll join you.

Computer.

Calaman sherries.

Would you care
for some dinner as well?

Oh, I'm too tired to think
about what I want. Maybe later.

Whatever you wish, dear.

- There we are.
- Heh.

Darling,

you remain as aesthetically pleasing

as the first day we met.

Ibeheve
I am the most fortunate sentient

in this sector of the galaxy.

[Chuckles]

You...

Relax...

Put your feet up...

And I will take care of everything.

[Chuckles]

[Singing in foreign language]

I could organize
your closets for you.

I have found that by grouping apparel,
first by function,

then by color from light to dark,

one can more easily find
one's desired choice.

Data,

that's all right,
you don't have to do that.

But I am happy to do it.

Please, just put them down.

What do you wish me to do, dear?

Am I not
paying enough attention to you?

Oh, no, that's not it.

Perhaps I am not giving you
enough compliments.

Your hair...

Is looking...

Particularly silky tonight.

Data, there's just something strange
about the way you're acting.

Am I not behaving
as a solicitous mate?

- Well, yes, but...
- Tending to your every need?

What's wrong with you tonight?

My most recent self-diagnostic
revealed no malfunctions.

Perhaps there
is something wrong with you.

I have never seen you behave
so foolishly.

Why are you doing this?

You don't tell me how to behave.
You're not my mother.

What?

You are not my mother.

That is the appropriate response

for your statement
that I am behaving foolishly.

Data, I think you should just leave.

You do not wish to continue
our lovers' quarrel?

Is that what this is?

In my study
of interpersonal dynamics,

I have found that conflict,
followed by emotional release,

often strengthens the connection
between two people.

There's something so forced

and artificial
about the way you're doing it, data.

It's just not the real you.

With regard
to romantic relationships,

there is no real me.

I am drawing upon various cultural

and literary sources
to help define my role.

Kiss me.

What were you just thinking?

In that particular moment,

I was reconfiguring
the warp-field parameters,

analyzing the collected works
of Charles dickens,

calculating the maximum pressure
I could safely apply to your lips,

considering a new food supplement
for spot.

I'm glad I was in there somewhere.

A complete sensor scan
of the planet and three survey probes

came up with no surprises.

No signs of life,
nothing out of the ordinary.

Seven more unusual incidents
have been reported.

No casualties or damage.

We can only state
that a subspace effect

seems to exist within this nebula.

After I have made further analysis,
I may be able to adjust

the ship's sensors to locate
and identify the anomaly.

The ship's at risk
as long as we're sitting here.

We could continue the investigation
outside the nebula.

Agreed. Ensign mcknight, plot the
most direct course, ahead warp 1.

- Aye, sir.
- Engage.

Data: Captain.

[Computer beeping]

Captain, explosive decompression
on deck 37.

[Alarm wailing]

Bridge to la forge, damage report.

We're showing damage
between decks.

We haven't localized it yet.

[Grunting]

Thorne. You all right?

- Yes, sir.
- La forge to bridge.

A cryogenic control conduit
just blew out on us.

I almost lost a man.

Ensign, full stop.

Aye, sir.

- La forge: La forge to bridge.
- Go ahead, commander.

La forge: I think we have
some structural damage

I'd better go check it out.

Van mayter,
you take access tube 23m

and look at those bridge connectors.

Thorne, I'll cover the aft section.

- You go down... woman: Aah!

Picard:
Captain's log, supplemental.

This series of unexplained events
has now resulted

in the death of a crewman.

But it appears that Mr. Data
may have an explanation.

Data:
During the last occurrence,

I was able to confirm
one of my hypotheses.

The unusual preponderance
of dark matter in this nebula

is causing small gaps
in the fabric of normal space.

As the enterprise
moves through this nebula,

it is colliding
with these deformations.

So every time we hit one,

part of the ship momentarily
phases out of normal space.

Or when one of them hits us.
My readings suggest

that the deformations themselves
are in motion.

Good thing one of those pockets didn't
pass through the torpedo casings,

or one of the matter/anti-matter
containment pods.

The question is, how do we get out?

Mr. Data,
could you reconfigure the sensors

so as to detect these anomalies?

Yes, sir.
But only at extremely close range.

Even at minimal speed, it would be
almost impossible to maneuver

the enterprise quickly enough
to avoid them.

A shuttlecraft
is more maneuverable.

He's right.

If we could position the shuttlecraft
far enough in front of the enterprise,

it could detect the pockets

and allow us enough time
to maneuver out of the way.

We could give the shuttle
control of our navigational systems.

That way,
the corresponding maneuvers

would be virtually instantaneous.

Make it so.

I'll do my pre-flight
once I'm on board.

Picard: Not this time, will.
I want you on the bridge.

I'm going to pilot the shuttle.

Captain, it is my duty as first officer

to safeguard the lives on this ship,
including yours.

The enterprise can't afford to lose you,
certainly not in this situation.

I believe our best chance
of escaping this situation

is for me to pilot the shuttle.
It's my ship, will.

I've got to do this.

Sir.

Shuttle 3 to enterprise,

telemetry link enabled.

Data [over com]:
Ship's computer is accepting

navigational inputs from the shuttle.

Forward sensors are online.

Ensign mcknight, plot a course for the
shortest distance out of the nebula.

Mcknight: Plot laid in, sir.

Outer perimeter
at 32 million kilometers.

Picard:
Point-one impulse, number one.

Acknowledged, captain,
we're right behind you.

Riker to o'brien,
lock on to the captain's communicator.

I wanna be able to pull him out
in case we have to.

Aye, sir.

Changing course.
New heading 299, Mark 029.

Main coupling is matching
navigational inputs, captain.

New heading confirmed.

I missed it by less than
a thousand meters, enterprise.

Advise your status.

Sensors indicate deformation passing
500 meters off the starboard bow.

One down, captain.

Resuming previous course.

Mcknight: Confirmed.

Outer perimeter
now at 30.1 million kilometers.

Changing course.
Heading 073, Mark 288.

New heading 284, Mark 01...

Enterprise,
I'm losing maneuverability.

Sensors indicate damage
to the shuttle's

starboard impulse nacelle, captain.

I'm re-routing
the secondary deuterium supply.

Switching to manual control.

Transceiver signal is down
42 percent.

Navigational inputs
are not registering.

We've lost our link, captain.

You'll have to make course changes
manually

until we reestablish the connection.

Understood.

Mr. Data, get us back online.

Geordi, try boosting the power
to the lu bands.

Mcknight, increase the distance

between the enterprise
and the shuttle.

We're gonna need some more room
to make manual adjustments.

New heading 299, Mark 18.

Mcknight: Yes, sir. I've got it.
Course corrected.

Enterprise, hard starboard.

Mcknight: Aye, sir.

Deformation impact on deck 13,

science section.

Damage?

Worf: Report's coming in.

Minimal damage.

Mr. La forge,

I'm still having difficulty
controlling the shuttlecraft.

Your krellide storage cells
are losing their charge.

Maintaining manual control
is gonna become increasingly difficult.

Estimated distance
to the nebula's perimeter?

Data: Four-point-seven
million kilometers, sir.

Is there a way to transfer
the micro fusion thrusters

- so I can get a power boost?
Data: Possibly.

If you augment the thruster
sequencing, some inertial dampening...

Relative bearing 27...

Make that 285, Mark 255.

Commander,
the shuttle is out of control.

Mr. O'brien,
do you have the captain's signal?

O'brien:
I'm having trouble locking on, sir.

Sir, the shuttle's inertial dampeners
have failed. It is breaking up.

Let's get him out of there.

Now would be a good time,
Mr. O'brien.

Did we get him back?

O'brien: Aye, sir. We got him.

Picard: I'm a little dizzy,
number one, but none the worse.

I'm on my way.

Acknowledged, sir.

Commander,
we are nearing the perimeter,

one million kilometers away.

All right. Let's make a run for it.

Mcknight: Aye, sir.

We're clear of the nebula, sir.

Ensign, plot a course
for starbase 260. Warp 2.

Aye, sir.

Engage.

[Door beeps]

Enter.

The place looks great.

Thank you.

It is much less spartan, is it not?

Much less.

It looks great, it really does.

It looks... great, heh.

Jenna, you are repeating yourself.

I have often found this to be
indicative of a mental distraction.

Is that a correct assumption
in this instance?

I'm afraid it is.

Then perhaps
we should begin our meal.

Among humans,
a low serum-glucose level

- is often responsible...
- Data, I think we should talk.

Could you sit down?

I'm not sure how to begin.

What is the subject?

You and I.

- Our relationship.
- Yes?

Sometimes people blindly make
the same mistake again and again.

Are you currently experiencing
this phenomenon?

I didn't see it until today.

I got out of a relationship
with an unemotional man.

And I got right back
into another one...

With a man...

Who's absolutely incapable
of emotion.

There does appear
to be a recurring motif.

You were so kind and attentive.

I thought that would be enough.

Is it not?

No, it's not.

Because as close as we are, I...

I don't really matter to you.

Not really.

Nothing I can say or do

will ever make you happy or sad...

Or touch you, in any way.

That is a valid projection.

It is apparent that my reach
has exceeded my grasp

in this particular area.

I am perhaps not nearly so human
as I aspire to become.

If you are ready to eat,
I will bring our meal.

Uh, no. That's all right, data.

I'm gonna go now.

As you wish.

Jenna?

Are we no longer

a couple?

No, we're not.

Then I will delete
the appropriate program.

I'll see you later.

[Meows]

Hello, spot.