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Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 47410.2.

The atrean government
has requested assistance

in averting a natural disaster.

Two of their geologists
have come aboard,

one of whom is a human
who has been living on atrea iv.

Captain, the situation has worsened

since my husband and I
first contacted you.

The molten core of our planet
isn't just cooling,

it's begun to solidify.

Tainer: Our gravitational field
has been affected.

Seismic activity has increased
by a factor of three.

If the cooling continues at this rate,

atrea will become uninhabitable
in 13 months.

We could minimize seismic activity
by creating isobaric fissures

and relieving some
of the tectonic stress.

But that would just be
a temporary fix.

The only permanent solution
would be to reliquefy the core.

These pockets in the magma layer,

how close are they
to the molten region of the core?

A few kilometers. Why?

Data, you think that's close enough
for ferroplasmic infusion?

The procedure will involve
using the ship's phasers

to drill down through
the planet's surface into the pockets,

where we would set up
a series of plasma-infusion units.

We'll trigger the units
by firing modulated energy bursts

down through the shafts.

I see.

Injecting plasma directly into the core
should trigger a chain reaction.

And that will reliquefy the magma.

It should be possible
to stabilize the core temperature

at 93 percent of normal.

If it works, the core
would remain molten for centuries.

If you give your permission,
we could begin immediately.

Tainer: Very well.

But before we proceed, I'd like
to update our geological surveys.

Fine, I'd be very happy
to help you with that, doctor.

We've assigned you quarters
during our time here.

Please,
make yourselves comfortable.

Thank you, captain.

Data?

Yes, doctor.

Do you have any idea who I am?

You are Dr. Juliana tainer.

Oh, you lost all your early memories.

We thought you would,
but we couldn't be certain.

Have we met before?

Oh, data, I was there,

right at the beginning
on omicron theta.

I helped create you.

And now look at you.

You were a colleague of Dr. Soong?

Heh. I most certainly was.

And I was also his wife.

In a way, I suppose you could say
I am your mother.

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.

I just can't believe

I'm seeing you like this again,
after all these years.

Doctor, I have no memory of you.

Oh, there's a reason for that.

We wiped your processors

after we finished refining
your programming.

Why don't you tell me
what you do remember,

and then I'll fill in the gaps?

My memory record begins
when I was activated

by the starfleet officers
on the omicron theta outpost.

Ah, after the attack
of the crystalline entity.

Yes. All of the inhabitants
of the colony were killed.

However, I discovered
that my memory banks

contained the contents
of theirjournals and logs.

We hoped their experiences
would be useful.

After your childhood,

we figured you could use
all the help you could get.

- My childhood?
- Oh, well, that's what I called it.

Well, you were like a baby at first.

A 100-kilogram baby, but still...

You had trouble, um,
learning your motor skills,

learning how to process
sensory information.

And, of course,
noonien was never satisfied.

He kept tinkering,

trying to make you
as human as possible.

So you wiped my memory processors
after this childhood.

And then we deactivated you

and programmed you
with the colonists' logs.

We had planned to reactivate you,
but we never got the chance.

That's when the crystalline entity
aflacked.

We had to leave quickly.

We wanted to take you with us,

but there was only room for two
in the escape pod.

Doctor, I have scanned
the journals of the colonists.

There is only one Juliana
mentioned in them.

Her last name was O'Donnell.

That's me.

But there was no mention
that my father was married to you.

Because of my mother.

Heh. She thought that noonien
was an eccentric scientist

who was far too old for me.

We decided to marry secretly

to give her a chance
to get used to our being together.

We slipped away to mavala iv
and got married there.

Heh. A klingon and a corvallen trader
were our witnesses.

It wasn't exactly the wedding
I'd hoped for,

but, ha, ha, somehow,
noonien had a way

of making even the oddest things
seem romantic.

My father did have an unusual way
of looking at things.

Well, how would you know that?

I encountered him once
in the terlina system.

Why, that's where we went to
after we left the outpost.

I had no idea
that you'd even met him.

It was shortly before his death.

He's dead?

I had no idea
it would hit me this hard.

We didn't exactly part
on the best of terms.

What do you mean?

Oh, I realized he loved his work
as much as he loved me.

Maybe more.

Oh, there we were,
stuck out on this planet

in the middle of the jungle
with no one else to talk to.

No... life.

It just wasn't enough.

That's why I left.

That was all
a very, very long time ago.

The important thing
is that we're here now together.

And I do want to get to know you.

This has been
an interesting encounter.

And an altogether unexpected one.

I would like to corroborate your story
before we proceed further.

Excuse me, doctor.

Data, I'm almost finished
reconfiguring the phaser banks.

We should be able to start drilling
in about an hour.

Inform me when you are ready.

What is it you're doing over there?

I am attempting to ascertain
whether Dr. Tainer's story is true.

Don't you believe her?

I neither believe nor doubt.

I am simply trying
to verify her assertions.

Well, what have you
turned up so far?

The registrar's office on mavala iv

cannot confirm whether Dr. Soong
was married there.

Apparently,
many of the documents were lost

when the government
was overthrown.

What's that you're looking at?

I'm checking passenger manifests

to see if they went to mavala iv
during the period in question.

"O'Donnell, Juliana.

Soong, noonien."

They were both passengers
on a transport

which traveled from omicron theta
to mavala and returned four days later.

That sure fits with her story.

Still, the fact
that they went to mavala

does not prove
they were married there.

You know, data,
it almost seems to me

like you're trying to prove
that Dr. Tainer wasn't telling the truth.

Data: Not at all.

I am merely unable
to reconcile her story

with the fact that my father
never mentioned her to me.

Well, she did leave him.

Maybe she broke his heart.

Maybe he just didn't wanna talk
about her.

Let me ask you this:

Dr. Soong created
an emotion chip for you,

and didn't lore tell you that that chip
also contained memories?

Memories soong
wanted you to have?

It is possible that those are memories
of my childhood.

And of Mrs. Soong.

The more you think about it,
why would she wanna lie?

Why would anybody want to pretend
to be your mother?

I can think of no motive
for such a pretense.

And I can understand

that this might all be
a little disconcerting for you, data.

It came out of the blue

and it doesn't fit
into your logical processors.

- That is true.
- La forge: But that's life, data.

Part of being human is learning
how to deal with the unexpected.

To risk new experiences,

even when they don't fit
into your preconceptions.

I admit I am finding it difficult
to accept the possibility of a past

about which I know nothing.

But it is also true I am curious
to learn more about it.

Data?

I would like to get
to know you better...

I wanted to make you female,
but your father insisted on a son.

Oh, we argued about it endlessly,

right up until
we were ready to assemble you.

How did you decide?

Oh, noonien walked in
with your head in his hand

and innocent as you please,
said it was up to me.

Oh. He knew perfectly well
what he was doing.

Once again,
he had made it in his own image.

I mean, what could I possibly say?

Deanna troi?
Is that who you're going to visit?

Oh, your father
would be so pleased.

Pleased?

Well, he was worried
that the sexuality program

he designed for you wouldn't work.

You misunderstand.

Counselor troi is a therapist.

Good night.

We will be in position
over the drilling site

in three minutes, 29 seconds.

These scans indicate
that the magma pockets

where we plan to set up
the infusion units

are somewhat unstable.

Well, I'm going to monitor
the density of the rock layers

and adjust the strength
of the particle beam as we go.

That should minimize
the seismic stress

that we generate while we're drilling.

Data, I reconfigured the phasers

to create the most highly focused
particle beam possible.

Thank you, geordi.

I'm just so pleased
you've got good manners.

It wasn't easy
to strike the right balance

with your programming.

Well, at first,
you couldn't have cared less

about the social niceties
like "please" and "thank you."

You were downright rude, in fact.
Ha, ha.

Data? Heh.

Now, that's hard to picture.

Well, that was nothing, ha, ha,
to the problems we encountered with...

Never mind.
I don't want to embarrass you.

I am incapable of embarrassment.

Please continue.

Well, the one thing
that we couldn't anticipate

was that you didn't seem to mind
about being, um, naked.

Some of the colonists objected

to having
an anatomically correct Android

running around
without any clothes on.

Oh, we asked you to dress,
but you didn't feel it was necessary,

because you didn't suffer
from the elements.

We actually had to write
a modesty subroutine

to get you to keep your clothes on.

Riker: Riker to engineering.

La forge here.
Go ahead, commander.

Riker: We've established
a synchronous orbit

over the drilling site.

La forge:
Phaser modifications are online, sir.

My calculations indicate

The first phaser blast

will be approximately 19 seconds
in duration.

Riker: Acknowledged.

Someone's checked his calculations,
of course.

No, but I'm sure Mr. Data
knows what he's doing.

Even so, he is a machine.

Someone should check up on him.

I have complete confidence
in Mr. Data's ability

to check up on himself.

Mr. Worf.

Phasers locked on target.

Fire when ready.

We are within two kilometers
of the magma pocket.

Another five seconds should do it.

We've broken through.

Terminating the beam.

The pocket seems stable.

I detect no increase in the stress levels
of the surrounding magma.

Riker: Good work, data.

I don't think we could have gotten in
any cleaner.

Juliana:
We have data to thank for that.

I couldn't have done it without him.
His figures were perfect.

The drilling process has increased
the temperature in the magma pockets

by almost 300 degrees celsius.

It will be several hours
before it cools enough for us to enter.

Data, do you have any plans
right now?

I do not.

Maybe we should spend
a little time together.

I'd love to see your quarters.

Oh, ha, ha.

Thank you. I will be playing this piece
at a recital tomorrow evening.

That was beautiful.

I have been told that my playing
is technically flawless,

but no one has ever described it
as beautiful.

It was, really.

Are you certain you are not saying this
because you are my mother?

I have noticed that parents
tend to exaggerate

when it comes
to their children's accomplishments.

Oh, I suppose there's a certain amount
of vanity involved.

Considering that giving you
a creative aspect was my idea.

Oh, your father
didn't really see the point.

He thought
that since you didn't have emotions,

there would be no real need for you
to express yourself.

Somehow, I had the feeling
that the opposite would be true.

I do not know for certain.

But I believe it is during
my creative endeavors

that I come closest to experiencing
what it must be like to be human.

Well, I'm glad I insisted.

As am I.

Data, I'm very familiar
with that handel piece.

How would you feel about my playing
the viola part tomorrow?

I would like that very much.

Well, I'll have to practice.

You don't happen to have a viola?

I could replicate one for you.

Computer,
please replicate one viola.

Did you paint these?

I am attempting to master
all known styles of painting.

This one is in the style
of the early French impressionists.

Oh, it's very good.

Who's this?

Data: That is lal, my daughter.

Your daughter?

I created her
using myself as a model.

Where is she now?

The positronic matrix
I designed for her was unstable.

She only lived a short time.

I see.

In a sense,
you were her grandmother.

Would you like to practice now?

Yes. Yes, of course.

The acoustics in ten-forward
are most favorable.

Yes. Yes, very nice.

Data, may I ask you something?

Of course.

Do you think you'll ever try
to create an Android again?

Perhaps.

I created lal
because I wished to procreate.

Despite what happened to her,
I still have that wish.

But how do you know
the same thing won't happen?

Creating a stable positron matrix
is very tricky.

Your father lost several prototypes
before lore.

I was not aware he created
other androids before my brother.

There were three of them.

They were like children to us.

Losing them was very painful.

When noonien decided to try again,
I was very much against it.

I didn't think we had the right
to bring a life into the world

with so little chance of surviving.

But your father was sure
that he'd figured out what went wrong.

Insisted he could make
a stable matrix, and he did.

But lore was cruel.

Eventually, we had no choice.
We had to dismantle him.

Your father decided
to build yet another Android.

One who didn't have emotions.

I couldn't believe
he would want to try again.

I am that Android.

Are you saying
you were against my creation?

Initially, I was.

But I was wrong. I know that now.

I've followed your progress
for years.

I'm very proud
of what you've accomplished.

Then why did you never attempt
to contact me?

Because I felt guilty
about something I'd done.

Perhaps if you told me
what has made you feel this way,

it would alleviate the guilt.

I lied when I said
there was no room for you

in the escape pod
we took from omicron.

There was.

I didn't want to bring you with us.

I was afraid if we reactivated you,
you'd turn out like lore.

I made noonien leave you behind.

We are within four kilometers
of the magma pocket.

We're picking up feedback pulses
along the particle beam.

We must have hit a pocket
of magnesite ore.

I'll try to adjust the phaser harmonics
to compensate.

Riker: Data, we'll have
to terminate the beam if this keeps up.

If we do, we will have to begin
a new shaft at a suitable location.

There is no other suitable location.

Just give me a few more seconds.

Doctor, it's gonna take longer
than that to match the...

But you did it.

That was just luck.
I hit the right frequency.

All right, we're less than two kilometers
away from the target site.

Stand by to terminate the beam.

We've broken through.

I am detecting no signs of instability.

Commander, may I suggest
we set up the infusion unit

in the first magma pocket
and give this one a chance to cool?

Data, Dr. Tainer,
we'll meet you in transporter room 2.

Acknowledged.

I have initialized
the plasma-induction coils.

I'll need another minute
to align the diverter.

There are signs of stress
in the surrounding magma,

but the site should remain stable
until we finish the plasma infusion.

Good. We're almost through here.

Juliana told me
what she said to you last night.

She's been very upset.

Now, I don't blame you
for being angry with her...

Data: I am incapable of anger.

It's all right, pran.

I know what I said to you
must have been hard for you to hear,

but I hope you understand
my reasons.

I am not certain I do.

Perhaps you could clarify them
for me.

Well, I'll try.
What do you want to know?

If I had been
your biological offspring,

would you have left me
on omicron theta?

Oh, data, how can I answer that?

Dr. Tainer, I get the impression
you are trying to spare my feelings.

I assure you, that is not necessary.

I just don't want you
to misunderstand my answer.

No, I wouldn't have left you behind
if you'd been my biological child.

Is that because you place more value
on biological life than artificial life?

Absolutely not.

I cherished every Android
your father and I created

as if it were my child.

Even lore.

Despite the fact that he turned on us,
despite the dreadful things he did,

dismantling him was
the most difficult thing I ever had to do.

I was afraid that if you
turned out like him,

I would have to dismantle you too.

And I couldn't bear to do that.

I'm not trying to justify
leaving you behind.

I'm just sorry I did.

I hope you believe me.

I do.

Thank you for making it clear to me.

Man: Oh, that's wonderful playing.
Woman: Bravo.

Data, why do you want to look
at Dr. Tainer's medical records?

Is something wrong with her?

I was hoping you would be able
to determine that

from her transporter trace pattern.

Well, probably I could.

But ordinarily, I don't check
somebody's medical status

without a good reason.

Doctor, I would ask
that you not require me

to be more specific.

I assure you,
I have a good reason for asking.

All right, data.

At first glance,
I see nothing wrong with her,

except for a mild case of hypertension,
which is normal for a woman her age.

I see.

Maybe you should tell me
what her symptoms are.

She has not complained
of any discomfort.

Then why do you wanna see
her medical records?

Because I have reason to believe
she is not who she claims to be.

Riker: Bridge to data.

Data: Go ahead, sir.

Riker: There's been a cave-in
in one of the magma pockets.

You're needed
in transporter room 2.

On my way. Excuse me, doctor.

What happened?

We were running a final check
on the infusion units

when a part of the wall gave way.

It looks like the area has stabilized,
but seismic stress is building up.

Eventually, the pocket will collapse.

Riker: How long, geordi?

It's tough to tell, commander.

Twelve hours at most.

Then we must finish
configuring the unit

and inject the plasma immediately.

I'd rather not send anyone
back down there.

If you don't do it now, commander,

it may take months
to find another suitable site.

The core may solidify by then.

She's right. We have to act now.

Riker: All right, but I want you in and
out of there as quickly as possible.

- Acknowledged.
- You're hurt. I'll go.

There will be more seismic activity.

We must hurry.

The shaft has not been obstructed
by seismic activity.

It should be possible
to trigger the unit from orbit.

The infuser's been damaged.
We're going to have to start

the programming sequence
all over again.

Priming the energy-transfer matrix.

Reinitializing
the particle-stream buffer.

Riker:
Riker to data. Are you there?

Go ahead, sir.

Riker: We 're reading an increase
in seismic-stress levels.

Understood, sir.
We will attempt to expedite our work.

There. Now we just have to realign
the diverter.

Riker: Data, are you all right?

Yes, sir. We'll be returning
to the beam-out point shortly.

That's it. Let's go.

Can we transport
without the pattern enhancers?

No. We are too far
below the surface.

How are we going to get
down there?

There are no handholds
in the rock face.

Data:
We are going to have to jump.

No, it's too far. I won't make it.

You will.

La forge:
Basically, she's a soong-type Android,

except everything about her

is designed to fool you
into thinking she's human.

She has tear ducts, sweat glands,

even veins and capillaries
underneath her skin.

Why does the scanner
read her as human?

Because she has
a feedback processor

designed to send out
a false bio-signal.

It's part of her aging program.

Not only does she age
in appearance like data,

her vital signs change too.

What I can't figure out
is why she lost consciousness.

As far as I can see,
everything is fine.

She should be awake.

Check her positronic matrix.

There may be a cascade anomaly.

You said you knew
she was an Android. How?

The first indication occurred
when we were digging.

I saw her perform
complex calculations

without the assistance
of the computer.

Riker: That could have just meant
she was good at math.

That is true, but it was enough
to get my attention.

Later, I noticed something odd
about the way she blinked her eyes.

The intervals between blinks
were governed by the fourier system,

the same mathematical formula
my father used

to give my blinking pattern
the appearance of randomness.

Riker: Only you could have noticed
something like that.

Then there was the concert
in ten-forward.

Riker: What about it?

We had practiced the piece,

and I noticed she played it
the same way during the performance.

Every pitch, every intonation,
was exactly the same.

Only an artificial life form
could have done that.

Does her husband
know anything about this?

I do not believe so.

He is on the surface
monitoring the plasma infusion.

Probably just as well.

La forge:
Data, come take a look at this.

Data: It appears to be
an information module,

with a holographic interface.

Whoever you are,

you must have found out
aboutjuhana.

That is correct.

I programmed this hologram

to answer any questions
you might have.

I am noonien soong.

I created her.

I am data.

Data?

I hoped somehow it would be you.

Heh.

I even created a response program
to answer your questions.

How are you, boy?

I am fine.

I'm glad you got the chance
to meet your mother.

You refer to Dr. Tainer
as my mother,

yet the complexity of her design
indicates she was created after I was.

You're right.

But there was
a real Juliana O'Donnell.

She was my wife.

She helped me create you.

What happened to her?

She was injured
when the crystalline entity attacked.

We made it as far as terlina III,
but she slipped into a coma.

When I realized
nothing could be done for her,

I built an Android.

I tried to perfect
my synaptic-scanning techniques

so that I could transfer
Juliana's memories

into a positronic matrix.

Didn't know if it would work,
but I had to try.

I couldn't stand the thought of losing
the only woman I ever loved.

A few days after Juliana died,
I activated the Android.

She looked up at me and smiled.

She recognized me.

Here was a life not 2 minutes old,

and as far as she was concerned,
I was her husband.

She'd just recovered
from a terrible injury.

It was incredible.

Then you never told her the truth?

Why?

There was no reason
for her to know.

I wanted her to be happy.

I wanted us to be happy.

And we were...

For a while.

What happened?

I made a terrible mistake.

I never really let her know
how much I loved her.

So she left me.

The real Juliana would have left too,
if she had lived.

If she recovers
and learns that she is an Android...

She doesn't have to know.

Now, I designed her to shut down
in the event the truth was discovered.

When you...
When you put that chip back in,

she will wake up
and remember nothing.

All you have to do
is make up some excuse

about what happened to her.

Then you do not believe
she should know the truth.

The truth?

Truth is, in every way that matters,
she is Juliana soong.

I programmed her to terminate
after a long life.

Let her live out her days

and die believing she was human.

Don't Rob her of that, son.

Please.

It seems that I must make
a decision,

whether to tell Dr. Tainer
that she is an Android

or to withhold that information
from her.

I do not know what to do.

Why was Dr. Soong so adamant
that she not be told?

He seemed certain that if she knew,

it would preclude the possibility
of her being happy.

Data, what do you think?

Data: I am not certain.

I understand
why my father felt as he did,

but his wishes
are not necessarily Paramount.

I am more concerned
with what would be best for her.

Wouldn't she be better off
knowing the truth,

dealing with the reality
of her existence?

She's believed she's human
all her life.

The truth might be devastating
to her.

Data, there might come some time
in the future

when she would find out anyway.

Another accident, perhaps.

Maybe it would be easier for her
if she learned the truth from you.

I can tell you
that if I were in her place,

I would rather be told by my son
than by some stranger.

I find I am having difficulty separating
what would be best for her

from what would be best for me.

What do you mean?

If she knew she were an Android,
we would have something to share.

I would no longer be alone
in the universe.

I know how much
that means to you, data.

But at the same time, by telling her,

you're robbing her of the one thing
you've wanted all your life:

To be human.

It's a difficult choice.

You must do
what you think best, data.

But whatever decision you make,
we will support it.

What happened?

The last thing I remember
was jumping off a cliff.

You were knocked unconscious
by the fall.

You broke a bone in your arm,
but Dr. Crusher repaired it.

Everything is fine.

Picard:
Captain's log, supplemental.

The infusion of plasma into the core
of atrea iv has been accomplished.

The core should remain molten
for several hundred years.

When will I see you again?

Perhaps I can visit atrea
on my next leave.

I would like that very much.

Well, I better be going.

There is something
I think you should know.

My father told me

that he had only one great love
in his life

and that he regretted never telling her
how much he cared for her.

I am certain he was referring to you.

That's nice to know.

On atrea there is a saying,

that a child born from parents
who love each other

will have nothing but goodness
in his heart.

I guess that explains you.

Take care of yourself, son.

Goodbye, mother.

Energize.