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Captain's log, stardate 46731.5.

We're in the midst
of the Volterra Nebula,

a stellar nursery.

Our three-week mission
is a routine analysis

of several dozen protesters
in various stages of development.

Captain, I have completed the spectral
evaluation of the outer shell.

Our survey
of this protostar is complete.

Ensign, lay in a course to the next one,
three-quarters impulse.

Riker to Captain Picard.

Go ahead, Number One.

May I see you
in the Observation Lounge, sir?

I'll be right there.

Oh, my God.

Then you can identify
that object, Mr. Picard.

- Professor Galen?
- Computer, lights up.

I suppose I should say
"Captain Picard."

The professor contacted me
from his shuttle about an hour ago.

He suggested that we surprise you.

To clarify, I insisted,
and your first officer

was good enough
to accommodate me.

I trust I'm not being
overly presumptuous,

now that my star pupil
is master of the stars.

No one could be more welcome
on the Enterprise.

I never thought
I would see a Kurlan naiskos.

Fifth Dynasty.

Is that your conclusion, Mr. Picard?

Forgive me again.
I should say "captain."

No, please, "mister" will do fine.

Um, well, the overall impression
is certainly Fifth Dynasty.

Um...

The...

The surface ornamentation...

Yes?

Green polychrome over the eyes
and the eyes themselves are closed.

This is Third Dynasty.

From the workshop
of the Master of Tarquin Hill.

Will, the Master of Tarquin Hill
designed ceramic objects

that were 300 years
ahead of their time.

All we know of him is the work.
His name was never discovered.

This object is over 12,000 years old.

The planet Kurl?

That's a hell of a long way
outside Federation territory.

Indeed.

I thought your study
of Kurlan artifacts was done long ago.

I happened to be
in the neighborhood last summer.

I couldn't resist.

Go ahead.

You mean it's complete?

Will...

The Kurlan civilization believed
that an individual

was a community of individuals.

Inside us are many voices,

each with its own desires,
its own style,

its own view of the world.

The Kurlan civilization died out
thousands of years ago.

It is extraordinarily rare
to find a figurine intact.

Professor, this is an incredible find.

It's yours, Jean-Luc.

Oh, no.

No.

How can I accept this?

Graciously, Mr. Picard.

You could accept it graciously.

Thank you.

How long can you stay?
There's so much to talk about.

The professor is scheduled to meet
a Vulcan transport day after tomorrow.

Two days?
But that's not enough time.

We may have considerably
more than that.

I don't understand.

I am currently on an expedition.

A journey into an unexplored
and historical territory.

And I intend to take you with me.

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.

Captain's log, supplemental.

It's been over 30 years since
I last saw my archaeology professor.

His presence has taken me

back to a time when I had considered
a very different career.

May I ask you a frank question?

Please.

Your published writings have been
sporadic for the past decade.

Your appearance at symposia
has been rare.

All scheduled and then canceled
at the last moment.

The finest archaeologist
of this century

is now shrouded
with a cloak of mystery.

And as a result,
my reputation has no doubt grown.

I've never heard of anyone
who didn't love a good mystery.

The Saataran of Sothis Ill
disdain them.

But as a general idea,
your statement holds.

So, what have you been doing
for the past decade?

Are you familiar
with micropaleontology?

Yes, it's the study of fossil records
at the microscopic level.

I read your papers on the subject,

but that was years ago.

It seemed as though
the work had stopped.

No.

The work continued.

I made a discovery
so profound in its implications

that silence seemed
the wisest course.

This work has occupied
my every waking thought.

It's intruded upon my dreams.
It's become my life.

When finished
and I announce my findings,

it will be heard
halfway across the galaxy.

Tell me.

I cannot, Mr. Picard.

That information comes with a price:

your agreement to join me
on the final leg of this expedition.

For how long?

Three months, perhaps a year.

If I had complete diplomatic access
and a starship,

it'd be a matter of weeks.

But as it is,
we'll only have my shuttle

and whatever arrangement
we can make with transports,

combined with our talents.

Why do you need my help in this?

I'm not a young man.

There will be hazards along the way.

I don't want my own inadequacies

to jeopardize
the completion of this work.

I'm deeply honored
that you would think of me,

but I have responsibilities.

To history.

What if you could have helped
Schliemann discover the city of Troy?

Or have been with M'Tell
when she first stepped on Ya'Seem?

How can anything compare?

May I sleep on it?

Dream not of today, Mr. Picard.

Dream not of today.

The night blessing of the Ashell.

As I recall, you missed that question
on your final exam.

Well, I've had a few years
to look it up.

Professor, the Enterprise
is yours for as long as you're here.

Thank you.

Dream not of today.

Come.

Good morning.

Looks like you've been up
for a while.

Yes.

Let's hear it.

I had a long talk
with Professor Galen last night,

and he asked me
to leave the Enterprise

and to join him
in an archeological expedition

which could last for nearly a year.

That must be tempting.

I couldn't leave the Enterprise.

But the offer raised in me
certain feelings of regret.

That you could have been
an archaeologist

and not starship captain.

No, not really.

I'm not sorry
for the path that I chose.

But the professor
did not choose this gift at random.

The many voices inside the one.

You see, he knows that

the past is a very insistent
voice inside me.

This gift is meant
to remind me of that.

And the exploration of space,
surely that must count for something.

I wouldn't trade it for anything.

And I would still make the same choice
that I made all those years ago.

I just wish that I didn't have
to say no to him a second time.

Were you two very close?

I had a father,

but he was like a father
who understood me.

And he had his own children,
but they didn't follow in his footsteps,

so I was like the son
who understood him.

And yet
you turned your back on him.

In a way, I wish that
he'd never come on board the ship.

Good morning, Mr. Picard.

Professor.

The Vulcan ship will take us
as far as DS Four.

An Al-Leyan transport
is scheduled to arrive at the station

three weeks later,
and they'll take us to Caere.

And then we'll use the shuttle
to get us to Indri VIII, our first stop.

Professor...

I'm afraid I won't be going.

The Enterprise isn't something that
I can leave and then come back to.

If I go, I go for good.

And it's not something
that I'm prepared to do.

This is not some undergraduate study
project that you're turning down.

This is the chance of a lifetime.

Don't make the same mistake twice.

You don't believe that my career
in Starfleet has been a mistake?

What are you doing
at this very moment?

A study mission.

You're like some Roman centurion
out patrolling the provinces,

maintaining a dull
and bloated empire.

We both know that's not true.

I know this,

I know that, as a scholar,
you're nothing but a dilettante.

Years ago,
I gave you the opportunity

to become the foremost archaeologist
of your generation.

Your achievements could have
outstripped even my own, but, no,

you decided to reject
a life of profound discovery.

You walked out on me.

I never wanted to become--

Will you come with me?

I can't.

I'll be going.

But, professor, you're not scheduled

to catch the Vulcan ship
for another two days.

There's nothing for me here.
Goodbye, captain.

Captain's log, supplemental.

We have completed our mission
in the nebula

and are en route to a diplomatic
conference on Atalia VII.

I must admit, I've lost
my enthusiasm for those proceedings.

At our present speed, we will arrive
at the Atalia system in 37 hours.

Captain.

I'm going for a walk in the arboretum.
I wouldn't mind some company.

Captain, a distress call
from Professor Salem's shuttle.

On-screen.

Enterprise, I'm being boarded.

Transmission has been blocked.

I have located the shuttle, sir.
It is under attack.

Take us out of warp. On-screen.

A Yridian destroyer.

- Battle stations.
- Aye, sir.

Professor Galen
is still inside his vessel, sir.

His life signs are barely registering.

Get him out of there.

The shuttle is enveloped
by a tractor beam.

The transporter cannot penetrate it.

Hail the Yridians.

They are not responding.

Return phaser fire.
Disable their offensive systems.

Worf!

I don't understand, commander.

The phaser blast was not
powerful enough to destroy the ship.

Transporter Room 1,
lock onto Professor Galen

and transport him directly to Sickbay.

Aye, sir.

He took a disruptor hit point-blank.
There is nothing I can do.

Jean-Luc,

I was too harsh.

I'd say at least three Yridians
boarded the professor's shuttle.

- What did they want?
- We're not sure.

It looks like they were
trying to download something

from his computer.

When he was attacked,
Professor Galen began to protect

certain files
in his computer memory.

We were able to partially reconstruct
the shuttle's computer,

so at least
we have some of those files.

We found 19 different blocks
of numbers like this one.

What do they mean?

They could mean anything.

Unless we narrow
the parameters of the search,

it would be almost impossible
for the computer to identify

the pattern with any accuracy.

We tried every decryption key
on record

in case Professor Galen
was using some kind of code,

but we still can't make
heads or tails of them.

Were the Yridians able
to get the number blocks?

At least some of them.
It's impossible to know how many.

Apparently, the Yridians knew more
about the professor's work than we do.

They may have known
what these numbers mean.

Well, if they did,
that information died with them.

Not necessarily.

The Yridians
are information dealers.

They may have been delivering
these number blocks to someone else.

Did they send a signal
before they were destroyed?

No, sir.
We detected no transmissions.

There were no other ships
in the vicinity.

Did the shuttle's flight log
show where Galen had been

before coming to the Enterprise?

Yes, sir.

The logs indicate Professor Galen
visited an unexplored star system,

Ruah IV.

What's the distance
from our position?

Four days at warp 6, sir.

The conference can wait.
Set a course for the Ruah system.

Standard orbit, ensign.

Ruah IV is a Class-M planet.

Sixty-seven percent of its surface
is covered with water.

Its landmass contains
multiple animal species,

including a genus Protohominids.

Scan for earthworks and monuments.
It might indicate a previous civilization.

There is nothing to indicate
former occupancy

by even a primitive culture, sir.

Then what's the foremost archaeologist
in the Federation doing here?

He left the Enterprise
in a Vulcan ship for Deep Space Four,

and then an Al-Leyan
transport to Caere.

And then the shuttle to Indri VIII.

Mr. Data,
what do we know about Indri VIII?

The lndri system was first identified

by Federation vessels
nearly 60 years ago.

The eighth planet is L-Class.

It is covered
with deciduous vegetation, unexplored,

with no apparent evidence
of civilizations either past or present.

The planet possesses
no animal life whatsoever.

Number One,
we will proceed to Indri VIII.

With all due respect, sir,
we've already run into one dead end.

Indri VIII doesn't seem
much more promising.

And we're late for the conference
on Atalia VII.

I'm aware of the Federation's
timetable, Number One.

Professor Galen visited here
a few days ago

and he was on his way
to Indri VIII when he was killed.

There is connection
between these two planets.

I'm gonna find it.

Aye, sir.

Ensign, lay in a course for Indri VIII,
warp 7.

Come.

How's it going?

I thought that if I stared
at these number blocks long enough,

then I would begin to see
some kind of pattern.

So far...

...nothing.

I meant, how's it going with you?

If I had gone with him--

Captain,
you can't start thinking like that.

You didn't abandon him.

You chose not to abandon
a lifelong career.

It was the right decision

and in no way
responsible for his death.

I realize that.

I know how much
the professor meant to you

and how much you want
to find out what happened.

But staring at these numbers
isn't going to bring him back.

The conference on Atalia VII
has been scheduled for six months.

Starfleet is relying
on your mediation efforts to--

Counselor, this is not simply a case

of me taking the Enterprise
and its crew

on some wild-goose chase
to purge myself of guilt and remorse.

I will not let Salem's death be in vain.

Now, if that means inconveniencing
a few squabbling delegates

for a few days, then so be it.

I will take the full responsibility.

Captain.

We are about to enter
the lndri system, sir.

Riker to Picard.
We are approaching Indri VIII.

On my way.

Sensors are picking up severe
atmospheric fluctuations on the planet.

Assume a high orbit.

On-screen, Mr. Worf.

Some sort of plasma reaction
is consuming the lower atmosphere.

- Can we stop it?
- No, sir.

The reaction is global.

All life on the planet
is being destroyed, sir.

Why would anyone want to destroy

all the life on an uninhabited
neutral planet

with no strategic importance
whatsoever?

"All the life..."

Perhaps the professor's
number blocks

had something to do
with organic matter.

If we narrow the search parameters
to the biological database,

it might increase the chances
of the computer finding a match.

I'll be in the lab.

Pattern match found.

Specify.

COMPUTER". The number blocks
are mathematical representations

of fragments
of deoxyribonucleic acid strands.

DNA fragments?

Each a different life form
from 19 different worlds.

Planets that these fragments are from
are scattered across the quadrant.

No wonder it took the professor
so long to collect them.

But why?

Wait a minute.

These fragments all seem
to have similar protein configurations.

They may be chemically compatible.

But how can that be possible?

They're different species
from different planets.

- There should be no compatibility.
- I know.

But look at the base-pair combinations.
They're uniform.

If I'm right...

Computer,
connect the DNA fragments

according
to protein-link compatibility.

What is it?

I have no idea.

This is not part of a natural design,
captain.

This is part of an algorithm,
coded at the molecular level.

An algorithm?

Are you saying that these
DNA fragments are elements

in some kind of computer program?

I know how it sounds,

but there's no way
this could be a random formation.

This is definitely part of a program.

This fragment has been part
of every DNA strand on Earth

since life began there.

And the other fragments
are just as old.

Someone must have written this
program over 4 billion years ago.

So 4 billion years ago, someone
scattered this genetic material

into the primordial soup of at least
19 different planets across the galaxy.

The genetic information
must have been incorporated

into the earliest life forms
on these planets

and then passed down
through each generation.

But why would anyone
do this in the first place?

And what was this program
designed to do?

Couldn't know that until we assembled
the entire program and ran it.

We've tried all of the DNA material

in the Federation computer
but we haven't been able to come up

with any compatible
protein configurations.

Then they must be from worlds
outside the Federation.

Mr. Data,
how many people on the Enterprise

are from non-Federation planets?

Seventeen, sir.

You know, this may be a long shot,

but we should check
each one of these 17 people

to see if they have
the correct protein configuration.

I'll begin
collecting DNA samples now.

You know, captain,
I've been thinking,

somebody else must know
about this program.

I bet one of the missing fragments
was on Indri VIII.

And that's why it was destroyed.

To keep us from finding
that piece of the puzzle.

It's 4 billion years old.

A computer program
from a highly advanced civilization.

And it's hidden
into the very fabric of life itself.

Whatever information
this program contains

could be the most profound discovery
of our time.

Or the most dangerous.

And the professor knew that.

They all came up negative.

Well, I have been through every page
in the professor's published works

looking for some clues
to where to go next.

So far, nothing.

Maybe we've been at this too long.

Why don't we get some sleep
and start again tomorrow morning?

"I was in the neighborhood."

Hmm?

When I asked the professor why
he went all the way to Kurl, he said,

"I was in the neighborhood."

- Doing what?
- Collecting DNA samples.

There's only one planet
in the Kurlan system

capable of supporting life,
Loren Ill.

No.

There is no Loren Ill sample

from the data downloaded
from the professor's shuttle.

If he did have one,

it must have been taken
by the Yridians when they attacked.

Mr. Data, set a course
for Loren Ill, maximum warp.

Aye, sir.

We are approaching
the Loren system.

Slow to half impulse.

Take us into orbit
above the third planet.

There is a good chance that our
competition may be here before us.

- Battle stations, Mr. Worf.
- Aye.

We are now entering orbit.

On-screen.

You were right, captain.
We've got company.

Cardassians.

- They are hailing us.
- On-screen.

My name is Gul Ocett.

Identify yourself and state
your business in this star system.

I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard
of the Federation starship Enterprise.

And I see no reason
why I should answer to you.

Cardassians have no claims
in this sector.

I suppose not.

But my admittedly hasty estimate

shows one Federation starship
and two Cardassian war vessels.

Perhaps I have miscounted.

Not at all.

But we are
on a purely scientific mission.

You have no reason
to interfere with us.

And you have nothing
to lose by delaying

a purely scientific mission
for a few days.

I invite you to withdraw.

Captain, Klingon attack cruiser
decloaking off the starboard bow.

They are hailing us.

NUDAQ".
This is the Klingon vessel MahH-Ya.

What are you doing here?

Captain's log, supplemental.

It seems that we have not one,
but two competitors

in our attempt
to complete Professor Galen's puzzle.

I have prevailed upon the Cardassian
and Klingon captains to meet with me.

I believe we all know
why we're here.

If we can admit that,
then we can move forward.

We were merely scouting the planet
for possible colonization.

Agh! A ridiculous story.

What were you doing here, then?

- Scientific research.
- Ha!

Look, if we try to deceive one another,
then we shall get nowhere.

I think we all know
about Professor Salem's research.

And about the computer program
composed of DNA fragments.

I will take your silence
as a confirmation.

Now, it stands to reason
that none of us

have the DNA fragments
necessary to complete the program.

You were the first
to arrive in this system.

Do you have an organic sample
from the planet below?

Yes.

And I will fire on anyone
who attempts to obtain another one.

As if we fear Cardassian threats.

I believe that one of you
has a fragment from Indri VIII.

Yes.

And there will be
no other samples from lndri VIII.

What is that supposed to mean?

He destroyed
the biosphere of the planet

after he had taken the sample.

Typical Klingon thinking.

Take what you want
and destroy the rest.

We're all missing
some of the fragments.

Not necessarily the same ones.

But unless we combine
the ones we have,

we will never learn
the secret of the program.

There is no secret.

It is an ancient weapon design
of incredible power.

And the Klingon Empire will not allow it
to fall into an enemy's hands.

Or even a friend's.

A weapon?

The Yridian
who sold us the information

claimed that the program
would yield the key

to an unlimited power source.

But until we assemble it,
we will never know its purpose.

Heh. He's right.

As far as we know,
it might just be a recipe for biscuits.

Biscuits?

If that is what you believe,
then go back to Cardassia.

- I will send you my mother's recipe.
- How dare you.

Enough!

Without cooperation,
we will get nowhere.

What do you propose?

If you each bring your samples
on board the Enterprise,

I will combine them with ours.

And then, we will all observe
the results simultaneously,

giving no one the advantage.

And if we refuse?

Then this endeavor dies here,
in this room.

Captain.

Excellent.

There's still one missing piece.

We have surrendered
what we had for nothing.

You are remarkably short-sighted,
Nu'Daq.

We are closer to the answer
than we were.

We may be
very much closer indeed.

How can that be?

We have no idea where to start looking
for the missing DNA fragment.

This is a jigsaw puzzle

whose pieces
are scattered across the galaxy.

Doesn't it make it natural to assume

that the original designers
of the puzzle should want us to find it?

Why else would they have put
the pieces in our DNA?

And in turn, wouldn't that suggest

that they would try to make it
easy for us to find those pieces,

that there might be some pattern
to the distribution?

The computer might be able
to find that pattern.

Doctor,
program the computer to analyze

the distribution of the pieces
that we have,

correcting for changes in star
configurations over 4 billion years.

Then extrapolate
for the missing piece.

That's gonna take several hours
to set up and process.

Excuse me.

If you wish,
you can stay on board while we wait.

I intend to.

Good evening, Commander Data.

Captain.

Is there any word yet
on the missing fragment?

The computer
is processing the data.

I will be notified
as soon as there is any information.

Ah.

Commander,
your reputation for physical strength

is known
even in the Klingon Empire.

You are familiar
with the B'aht Qul challenge?

I am familiar with many Klingon rituals,
including the B'aht Qul.

Uh-huh.

Ah.

My upper spinal support
is a poly-alloy

designed
to withstand extreme stress.

My skull is composed
of cortenide and duranium.

I understand your
intellectual prowess

is equally impressive.

If I were to learn of the results

from the computer search
before the others,

the Klingon Empire
would have a strategic advantage.

A being of your abilities
would go far in the empire.

You are attempting to bribe me.

Not at all.

You suggested a plan
that would work to your advantage,

one that I would be
capable of executing.

You then implied a reward.

- Clearly, you were--
- Commander.

Never mind.

What the hell?

Computer, run a Level 3 diagnostic
on the primary defensive systems.

La Forge to Captain Picard.

- What is it, Geordi?
- You might wanna come down here.

I found something
that I think you should see.

The computer
has completed its analysis.

The computer was able to extrapolate
this geometric pattern

based on the distribution
of the fragments.

Computer, highlight the section
of the missing pattern.

The missing DNA fragment
should be in this system.

The star is in Sector 21459.
The Rahm-lzad system.

Direct hit on our port nacelle.

They are powering up
for another volley.

Let's make it look good.
Ensign, release the inertial dampers.

Aye, sir.

They are firing.

Report, Number One.

The power boost to the structural
integrity field protected the nacelles.

We used the inertial dampers
to simulate complete shield failure.

It is fortunate that your engineer
discovered Gul Ocett's attempt

to tamper
with your defensive systems.

Maht-H 'a, status.

Minor damage to starboard nacelle.

We will be operational
in less than one hour.

What? You incompetent to'ba.

You were supposed to be prepared.

The Cardassian vessels
have set a course for Rahm-lzad.

Well, it won't take them long to realize
that Rahm-lzad is the wrong planet.

Captain,
you're very welcome to join us.

I will go with you.

Ensign, set in a course
for the Vilmoran system, warp 9.

- Aye, sir.
- Engage.

I am scanning all seven planets
of the Vilmoran system.

- None appear to support life.
- How can that be?

- Professor's data depends on--
Correction.

The second planet shows evidence
of an ancient ocean, now dry.

It once supported life.

Yes, and it still may,

in a limited fashion not detectable
by our long-range sensors.

Lay in a course, ensign.
Full impulse.

Riker to Transporter Room 1.

Captain, we've located a planet
that may still support life.

We'll know in a minute.

Any sign of the Cardassians?

Not yet, but we don't know
how long it'll stay that way.

Acknowledged.

I am reading a small pocket
of vegetative life.

A primitive lichen growing
in a fossilized seabed.

Transporter Room 1,
I am programming the coordinates.

Stand by.

There, over there.

Captain, we've got company.
I'm ready to pull you out of there.

Wait for my order, Number One.

You dishonorable to'ba.

Perhaps we could exchange
insults some other time.

I'm rather busy now.

Well...

It was quite a chase,
wasn't it, my friends?

How-J?

We intercepted several communique
between the Yridians and Cardassia.

My ship was watching under cloak

when Professor Galen's shuttle
was attacked.

And you have been shadowing us
ever since.

And now the reward.

Step clear, please.

I shall destroy the entire rock face
and every trace of DNA with it.

You will go back
to Romulus empty-handed.

Your superiors will be quite pleased.

Perhaps we could come
to a compromise?

You give us the gene code
and the Romulans...

The seabed,
it may be only partially fossilized.

It could still contain organic material.

Which would still contain the DNA.

--been searching
for the answer as long as anyone.

I will not be eliminated now.

You can be eliminated
by a disruptor.

Now, what do you say to my offer?

How can I be sure
you won't kill me if I acquiesce?

I've given you my word.

Etched in stone, no doubt. No deals.

There will be no deals
as long as I'm still alive.

Do not press me, Klingon.
I don't care whether you live or die.

If you fire, others will also.
Many will die.

We have superior numbers.

The program has been activated.
I think it's reconfiguring the tricorder.

We will die together, brother.

It's modifying the diode emitter
to project something.

You are wondering who we are,
why we have done this,

how it has come
that I stand before you,

the image of a being
from so long ago.

Life evolved on my planet

before all others
in this part of the galaxy.

We left our world,

explored the stars
and found none like ourselves.

Our civilization thrived for ages.

But what is the life of one race

compared to the vast stretches
of cosmic time?

We knew that one day
we would be gone,

that nothing of us would survive.

So we left you.

Our scientists seeded
the primordial oceans of many worlds

where life was in its infancy.

The seed codes
directed your evolution

toward a physical form
resembling ours,

this body you see before you.

Which is, of course,
shaped as yours is shaped,

for you are the end result.

The seed codes
also contained this message,

which we'd scattered in fragments
on many different worlds.

It was our hope that
you would have to come together

in fellowship and companionship
to hear this message.

And if you can see and hear me,

our hope has been fulfilled.

You are a monument.

Not to our greatness,
but to our existence.

That was our wish.

That you, too, would know life

and would keep alive our memory.

There is something of us
in each of you,

and so something of you
in each other.

Remember us.

That's all?

If she were not dead,
I would kill her.

The very notion
that a Cardassian could have anything

in common with a Klingon,
it turns my stomach.

Pica rd to Enterprise.

Standing by, sir.

Captain's log, stardate 46735.2.

Our frequent use of high warp
over the last few days

has overextended
the propulsion systems.

We are finishing minor repairs before
returning to Federation territory.

It's a shame Professor Galen didn't live
to see the end result of his study.

I can't think of anyone
who would have appreciated it more.

If it hadn't been for you,

his dream to solve that puzzle
would never have been realized.

You left him a wonderful legacy.

Yes, but it would have been
a more fitting legacy

if the message did not fall
on such deaf ears.

Hmm. You never know.

Mm.

Well-- Ah.
I have to get this day started.

Both of us.

See you this afternoon.

Riker to Captain Picard.

Incoming transmission
from the Romulan command ship.

Put it through.

Acknowledged.

Captain.

My ships are leaving orbit
for Romulan space.

Until our next encounter.

Until then.

It would seem that we are not
completely dissimilar after all,

in our hopes or in our fears.

Yes.

Well, then, perhaps one day...

One day.