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Captain's log, stardate 46578.4

The Enterprise has arrived
at station Deep Space Nine

to assist in the reconstruction
of the Bajoran aqueduct systems

damaged
during the Cardassian occupation.

I should be through with the water
contaminant analysis in a few hours.

Then I'm gonna check out
one of the holosuites.

They have a relaxation program here,
Jean-Luc, from Alture VII.

Listen to this.
First, they bathe you in a protein bath.

Then a cloud of chromal vapor
carries you into a meditation chamber.

You should try it.

Well, I'll be too busy
discussing the finer points

of water management
with ten Bajoran bureaucrats.

And they won't be carrying me
on a cloud of chromal vapor.

Ops.

What is this?

It's pasta al fiorella.

One of my favorites.
Don't worry, you're gonna love it.

You know, I really wanna
take a look at those Ktarian antiques.

I understand they've got
a 21st-century plasma coil

that's in almost perfect condition.

Mm.

I'll have to talk to Chief O'Brien
about these replicators.

Mm-hm.

Worf, I don't see
how you can eat that stuff.

It tastes like liquid polymer.

Delicious.

You know,
I think I'm gonna try that kiosk

on the other side of the Promenade.

It looked like they had
some real food.

Commander,
I am reading a minor power drain

in the starboard EPS conduit.

What's causing it?

The problem is originating
in Sickbay.

There has been
an unauthorized access

into the computer's
bio-imaging systems.

- Better check it out.
- Aye, sir.

Excuse me.

Do you have authorization
to work in this area?

Come in, come in.

I need a hand
with this field generator.

See if you can boost
the power output to 65 percent.

I am sorry,

but use of Sickbay equipment
is limited to ship's medical personnel.

Ah. Dr. Julian Bashir.

Chief medical officer,
Deep Space Nine.

And you are commander...?

Data.

Commander Data.

- The synthetic life form?
- Yes.

It's an honor to meet you, sir.
I've heard so much about you.

Uh, you must have a fascinating
perspective in bio-cybernetic research.

I'd be delighted if we could discuss
the subject sometime.

I would be happy to do so.

However, I must ask you
to stop your experiment.

Ah. Yes.

I realize I should have asked
before using your Sickbay.

But it would've taken me days
to analyze this device

with the computer I have
on Deep Space Nine.

What type of device is this?

It was discovered
in the Gamma Quadrant.

It must be some
sort of medical instrument.

It appears to employ plasma inputs.

I'm hoping it's a medical scanner.

I wanted to use your computer
to find out how it works.

I suggest we take it to Engineering

and run a complete
circuit-pathway diagnostic.

Splendid.

I must admit, commander,
I didn't think you'd be so personable.

Klingon.

You are Starfleet Klingon.

I am Lieutenant Worf.

Worf.

Son of Mogh?

What of it?

I am Jaglom Shrek.
A man with information to sell.

You have no information
I could use.

I would not be so sure.

It is about your father, Mogh.

My father died 25 years ago
at Khitomer.

That is what you believe.

What if I tell you he is still alive?

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.

to explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life
and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no one
has gone before.

My father is dead.

No, he's not.

I know where he is.

How is that possible?

I expect to be paid
for my information.

Perhaps we could negotiate
an exchange.

The location of your father--

Tell me what you know.

Not all the Klingons at Khitomer
were killed during the massacre.

Many were captured
by the Romulans

and placed in a prison camp
on a remote planet.

Your father was among them.

Where is this planet?

Not far from here.

I could give you the location
for a price.

A Klingon would rather die
than be taken prisoner.

I should kill you for spreading lies
about my family.

My father was killed
defending Khitomer.

Ensign Lopez,
this duty roster is unacceptable.

Assignments should be listed
in order of priority.

Prepare it again.

I will expect it
no later than 0900 hours.

Dismissed.

Mr. Worf, I'll need to get
your rendezvous schedule

to Commander Rudman aboard
the Merrimack as soon as you--

I am well aware of your request,
commander.

Lieutenant, are you all right?

Yes, sir, I'm fine.

I will send your schedule, sir.

Excuse me.

Enter.

Did the table do something wrong?

No.

I'm glad you weren't that hard
on Ensign Lopez.

He made a mistake.
The duty roster was inaccurate.

Would you like to talk
about what's bothering you

or would you like to break
some more furniture?

Today on the Promenade,
a Yridian approached me.

He knew who I was

and tried to sell me
information about Mogh.

Your father.

He claimed that he's alive

and is being held captive
in a Romulan prison camp.

Oh, my God. Could it be true?

A Klingon would never allow
himself to be captured.

A warrior fights to the death.

If my father were alive,
it would dishonor his sons

and their sons for three generations.

Even Alexander
would bear the burden of guilt.

So you're willing to ignore
the possibility

because you're concerned
about dishonor?

My father is dead.
That Yridian is selling lies.

If you're so sure about that,
why are you still so upset?

Worf, you can't deny the possibility just
because you don't want it to be true.

If you want to talk about this,
you know where to find me.

If we transfer
2O megajoules of energy

from the dilithium chamber
into the plasma inputs,

it should be sufficient
to activate the device.

It's worth a try.

You two can begin by connecting
the coil to the chamber.

- I'll configure the energy transfer.
- Right.

Data,
can I ask you a personal question?

Certainly.

Does your hair grow?

I can control the rate
of my follicle replenishment.

However, I have not yet had a reason
to modify the length of my hair.

- Why do you ask?
- Oh, just curious.

Power conduits are ready.

Is something wrong, doctor?

- Well, you're breathing.
- Yes.

I do have
a functional respiratory system.

However, its purpose is to maintain
thermal control of my internal systems.

I am, in fact, capable of functioning
for extended periods in a vacuum.

And you have a pulse.

Mm. My circulatory system not only
produces biochemical lubricants,

it regulates micro-hydraulic power.

Most people are interested
in my extraordinary abilities.

How fast I can compute,

my memory capacity,
how long I will live.

No one has ever asked me
if my hair will grow

or noticed that I can breathe.

Well, your creator went to a lot
of trouble to make you seem human.

I find that fascinating.

Okay, I think we're ready
to begin the transfer.

Power connections are complete.

I'll monitor the coil's transfer rate.

Will you keep an eye
on the transient power response?

Of course.

We are ready, Geordi.

Okay, initiating energy transfer.

Power levels are holding steady.

Transient response is normal.

Hold on.
I'm picking up a power surge.

Reduce the transfer rate.

Reducing rate by 20 percent.

- What happened?
- The power connections blew.

It sent out
some kind of plasma shock.

His synaptic energy is dropping.

Data, are you all right?

I believe so.

What has happened?

A plasma shock
overloaded your positronic net.

You were down a good 3O seconds.

That cannot be possible.

I have a memory record
for that period of time.

I can recall a series of images.

I saw Dr. Soong.

My father.

Data, I can't find anything wrong

with your positronic sub-processors
or your circuit controllers.

No sign of any residual energy
fluctuation, cascade overload...

My internal diagnostic
indicates that my memory systems

are functioning
within normal parameters.

For the 47 seconds I was inactive,
there is no record of cognitive activity.

Well, there's no doubt about it, Data.
You were completely shut down.

Maybe you had some kind
of random power fluctuation,

caused you to access
one of your memory files.

That cannot be.

The image I saw
was of Dr. Soong as a young man.

I did not encounter him
until much later in his life.

There appears to be no rational
explanation for my experience.

Well, I'll take another look
at the diagnostic log.

In the meantime,
we'd better disconnect that device.

Data...

Perhaps we're going about this
the wrong way.

How so?

Well, maybe you had a dream
or a hallucination.

I am not capable
of either of those functions.

Yet you can't account
for what happened today, can you?

At present, I cannot.

Well, maybe you should approach this
from a more human standpoint.

You're right that machines
can't have hallucinations.

But then again,
most machines can't grow hair.

Wait.

What is it, commander?

I am sorry to bother you,

but I have a question
of a personal nature.

Do you have a moment?

A moment.

I have heard you mention
that you once experienced a vision.

Yes.

When I was young,
my adoptive parents arranged for me

to partake in the Rite of MajQa.

I understand it involves deep
meditation in the lava caves of No'Mat.

That prolonged exposure to the heat
induces a hallucinatory effect.

Why are you asking me about this?

I have recently had
an unusual experience

which might be described
as a vision.

What happened?

An accident in Engineering
shut down my cognitive functions

for a short period of time,
yet I seemed to remain conscious.

I saw my father.

You are very fortunate.

That is a powerful vision.

If it was a vision,
I do not know how to proceed.

You must find its meaning.

If it has anything to do with your father,
you must learn all you can about it.

In the Klingon MajQa ritual,

there is nothing more important
than receiving a revelation

about your father.

Your father is a part of you.

Always.

Learning about him
teaches you about yourself.

That is why, no matter
where he is or what he has done,

you must find him.

But I am not looking for my father.

Yes, of course.

Do not stop
until you have the answer.

Thank you, Worf.

Ah. Lieutenant Worf.

You have reconsidered.

Yes.

I wish to go
to the Romulan prison camp.

Excellent.
I can provide you with the coordinates.

No. You will take me there.

No, it's not possible.
I have no means of transportation.

I checked the station records.

You have a vessel
that is capable of warp speed.

L-- I do not have the time.
I have other business.

What is the real reason
you do not wish to take me?

Is it because
what you have told me is not true?

No.

The camp is located
on the edge of Romulan space.

- It is a dangerous journey.
- Dangerous.

It would be more dangerous
for you to refuse.

Oh, very well.

But I will require
full payment in advance.

No, no, I will pay you after.

But-- Unh.

Yes, yes, of course. Heh. After.

If you are lying,
if there is no prison camp,

- No.
- I will kill you.

The Romulan guards
have a detection perimeter.

It will be necessary
to transport you to the surface

3O kilometers
from the prison camp.

The foliage is very dense.

It will take me approximately
12 hours to reach the camp.

I may have to travel during the night.

That would be unwise.

This is not an empty jungle.
There are many predators.

I am prepared.

Very well.

But I recommend
that you look up from time to time.

The arboreal needle snake
likes to attack from above.

I will provide you
with a map of the camp.

How did you learn of this camp?

That is not important
for you to know.

Why have you not informed
the Klingon government of this place?

I sell information.
I do not give it away.

Ah, you do this for profit.

I have my reasons, Mr. Worf.

What reasons could you have
for letting these people suffer?

We will arrive in the Carraya Sector
in approximately three hours.

I suggest you get some rest.

Come.

Yes, Mr. Data?

I am sorry to disturb you, sir.

Oh, not at all.

I'm here studying the intricacies
of Bajoran aqueduct management.

I would welcome a little interruption.
Please sit down.

I require your advice, sir.

Mm. Your vision of Dr. Soong.
How is your investigation proceeding?

I have analyzed over 4,000 different
religious and philosophical systems

as well as over 200 psychological
schools of thought

in an effort
to understand what happened.

And what have you found?

I have been unable to find a single
interpretation of the images I saw

during the time I was shut down.

The hammer, for instance,
has several meanings.

The Klingon culture views
the hammer as a symbol of power.

However, the Taqua Tribe of Nagor
sees it as an icon of hearth and home.

The Ferengis view it
as a sign of sexual prowess.

I'm curious, Mr. Data,

why are you looking
at all these other cultures?

The interpretation of visions
and other metaphysical experiences

are almost always culturally derived,
and I have no culture of my own.

Yes, you do. You're a culture of one.

Which is no less valid
than a culture of 1 billion.

Perhaps the key to understanding
yourexpenence

is to stop looking
into other sources for a meaning.

When we look at Michelangelo's
David or Symnay's Tomb,

we don't ask, "What does this mean
to other people?"

The real question is,
what does it mean to us?

Explore this image, Data.

Let it excite your imagination,
focus on it.

See where it leads you.

Let it inspire you.

I believe I understand, sir.
Thank you.

Good luck, Mr. Data.

The camp
is in a southeasterly direction.

After approximately ten kilometers,

you will come to the edge
of the sulfur canyon.

Look for a riverbank and follow it
until you come to the camp.

This is a homing device.

It will allow you to find
my ship when I return.

I will not be landing
in the same location.

When will you return?

Fifty hours.

Do not be late.

Who's there?

Toq? Is that you?

I can see you.

I hope you're enjoying yourself.

Toq,
I swear I will hang you by your--

Stop. Please.

Who are you?

I have come to help you.

- Help me?
- Yes.

How did you get out of camp?
Does anyone know you are gone?

Yes. I come here often.

You must lead me to the camp.

You're a Klingon.
Where did you come from?

That does not matter.

I have come to take you home.

Home? This is my home.

Ba'el.

It is very important
you tell no one you saw me.

Have they begun the ceremony?

Yes. We're about to begin.

Come in.

Data, what are you doing?
We were supposed to meet at--

Data, what are you doing?

I am painting.

I can see that.

How long have you been at this?

I've created 23 individual illustrations
in the past six hours, 27 minutes.

I believe you could say
I have been inspired.

I'll say.

I have done
as Captain Picard suggested.

I have tried to explore the images.

Has it helped?

I am not certain.

I began by painting
the image of the blacksmith.

Hmm.

Then, I painted the corridor.

After that,

the anvil, the hammer
and Dr. Soong's face.

The thought then occurred to me...

...that I should paint smoke.

Smoke? Why smoke?

I cannot explain it.

It is not an image I saw
during my vision.

Well, you have the smoke coming out
of a bucket of water.

Blacksmiths used to use water
to cool the metal.

Maybe that's why you painted it.

Perhaps.

After I painted the smoke,
it then occurred to me

to paint a bird's wing.

I then drew an entire bird.

A flock of birds flying in formation.

An individual feather.

If the image of the bird
is related to my vision,

I do not understand how.

I am left with more of a mystery
than ever.

Geordi,

I would like to re-create the experiment
which caused my initial shutdown.

What for?

I do not know how much longer
my vision would have continued

had I not been reactivated.

Data, that plasma shock
almost fused your neural net.

I don't think it's such a good idea
to try that again.

I am aware of the risks involved,

but I can think of no other way
to investigate my experience.

Will you help?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

I'll go find Dr. Bashir.

I will prepare the power transfer.

Okay, Data.

We're going to monitor
every subsystem in your positronic net.

If I see any neural pathways overload
beyond 65 percent,

I'm shutting down the experiment.

Agreed.

We're ready.

Initiating energy transfer.

Get ready, Data.

Power levels are rising.

Should be any second now.

The bird did not appear
in my original experience.

This vision is different.

Of course it's different.

It's never the same.

Always changing.

Unpredictable.

It doesn't make sense.

What is happening, Father?

I don't know, Data.

What is happening?

We are on the deck
of the Enterprise.

My cat is present.

My potted plant.

And my paintings.

A beginning.

Still a little grounded
in the mundane,

but showing promise.

I do not understand.

You're not supposed to.

No man should know
where his dreams come from.

It spoils the mystery,

The fun.

I'm proud of you, son.

I wasn't sure you'd ever develop

the cognitive abilities
to make it this far.

But if you're here,

if you can see me...

...you've crossed over the threshold

of being a collection of circuits
and sub-processors

and have started
a wonderful journey.

What type of journey?

Think of it...

Think of it as an empty sky.

I do not understand.

Shh.

Just dream, Data.

Dream.

Data...

...you are the bird.

The images I saw
during the time I was shut down

were generated by a series
of previously dormant circuits

in my neural net.

I believe Dr. Soong incorporated

those circuits
into my base programming

intending to activate them once I had
reached a certain level of development.

But the plasma shock
activated them prematurely.

That is correct.

I'm curious.

Now that those circuits are active,
what are you gonna do with them?

I plan to shut down
my cognitive functions

for a brief period each day.

I hope to generate
new internal visions.

It sounds to me
like you're talking about dreaming.

- An accurate analogy.
- Remarkable.

This is just the kind of thing
that might get me published

'm the Starfleet Cybernetics Journal.

Would you mind
if I authored a paper on this?

Of course not.

Thank you, Data.

And sweet dreams.

Hmm.

Have the outer perimeters
been checked?

Perhaps we should
double-check them.

Quiet.

I'm a friend.

Who...?

Who are you?

Worf. Son of Mogh.

Why have you come here?

I have come to find my father.

Is he alive? Is he here?

Your father fell at Khitomer.

Did he die in battle?

He was fortunate.

You were captured.

Yes.

Romulans.

They robbed you
of your right to die in battle.

There's very little time.

How many Klingons
are being held here?

Seventy-three.

How many Romulans
guard the camp?

Worf, there are things
you do not understand.

What do you mean?

I must speak with the Elders.

I knew your father well, Worf.

And I remember you,

a boy barely able to lift a bat'leth.

Once, your father insisted
we take you on the ritual hunt,

you were so eager, you tried
to take the beast with your bare hands.

It mauled your arm.

I still have the scar.

I do remember you now.

You should not
have come here, Worf.

I do not understand.

You should not have come.

Who is this?

I am Worf, son of Mogh.
I have come to help you escape.

He does not know.

He must leave at once.

No, it is too late for that now.
He would bring others.

We are not leaving here.

And neither are you.