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Drake:
I think this is the place.

Take a look around.

Over here!

Definitely humanoid
but I don't recognize the species.

Seems very well-preserved.

Getting him out of here
is going to be a delicate operation.

- Drake to arctic 1.
- Man: Go ahead.

Set up a base camp,
get Alpha team started.

- Man: Acknowledged.
- Contact starfleet,

tell commander Williams
he owes me a bottle of scotch.

- Man: Sir?
- He'll know what it means. Drake out.

I'm picking up em traces
a few dozen meters under the glacier.

There's a lot more here
then we're seeing.

We've got another one!

- I give up, what is it?
- An arm. It's his.

You're joking.

From what I can tell,

it was integrated into his circulatory
and nervous systems.

He could probably operate it
like it was his own flesh and blood.

I met a vulcan scientist
who wore a prosthesis.

He lost his forearm.

It's pretty sophisticated
but it doesn't compare to this.

Take a look at the eyepiece.

Judging by the optics,

I'd say he could see most
of the em spectrum.

- Did you run a genetic analysis?
- That's even more interesting.

They don't have much in common.

They belong to two different species.

Transmit your findings to starfleet.

They'll find a match
in their database.

- Right away.
- Sir?

I've run every test in the book.
I still can't identify this alloy.

- What about this?
- I thought it was thermal damage

until I found signs
of antimatter residue.

Maybe their warp drive overloaded.

That could explain
why there's not much debris.

- I did find some carbon traces.
- Could you date them?

This debris has been here
for about a hundred years.

Moninger: Take a look at this.

Do you see those devices?
They're repairing the cell membranes.

What are they?

I believe you're looking at
a form of nanotechnology.

I found thousands of these
in both aliens.

They're not just regenerating
the damaged tissue,

they're repairing the mechanical
components as well.

As far as I can tell,
this arm's as good as new.

The denobulans have experimented
with nanotechnology,

but they have nothing like this.

Maybe we should move the bodies
to module 3,

put them in cold storage
with the other samples.

That way, we can examine them later
under controlled conditions.

Couldn't the bodies be damaged
if we freeze them again?

I guess it's possible.

Then we should leave them here,
let the regeneration process continue.

What if it revives more
of their systems?

We don't know anything
about this species

or what they were doing here
a hundred years ago.

There's no reason to assume
they're hostile.

Heh. They don't exactly look friendly.

Starfleet has asked us to find out
everything we can.

Keep them here for now,
we'll see what happens.

- Drake: Anything?
- Oh!

Plenty.

- You seem a little jumpy.
- Cybernetic corpses,

digging through frozen remains
in the middle of the night.

Why would I be jumpy?

I'd be more worried
about the polar bears.

Heh. I've identified 22 fragments
of the outer hull.

Each one has the same curvature.

I think this ship was
a perfect sphere.

- How big?
- About 600 meters in diameter.

The debris field could be a lot more
extensive than we thought.

We might wanna get another
excavation team out here.

- What is it?
- A warp signature.

Help me with this.

Just what the doctor ordered. Thanks.

- How are your friends?
- A little on the quiet side.

There's a broken heating unit
in module 3.

They've asked me to take a look.
Will you be all right here?

Go ahead. I'll be fine.

Okay.

Feeling better?

Deuterium residue.
Might be some kind of warp coil?

Seems too small for a ship this size.

I'd like to bring it back to the lab,
take a closer look.

Drake: Here, here. Rooney: Oh.

Drake: Get me a medical kit.

Admiral, there's a problem
with the a-6 excavation team.

The science council hasn't heard
from them in three days.

Get a shuttle ready.

Archer: The admiral thinks
that they're humanoids

enhanced with technology.

He believes they abducted
the research team.

We're a long way from the arctic.
What can we do?

Earth tracking stations
spotted the transport

leaving orbit at warp 3.9.

That's impossible.

Those transports can't exceed 1.4.

I think it's safe to assume
these aliens reconfigured the engines

using technology
from their own ship.

Does starfleet know
where the vessel is now?

Not exactly.
But their heading puts them

within a half-dozen light years
of our current position.

We've been ordered to find the ship.

It shouldn't be difficult to isolate
their warp signature.

We'll start searching
at these coordinates.

Go to tactical alert. Lay in a course.

Aye, sir.

Buried in the ice for a century.

Hard to believe anything
could survive.

Handsome devil.

- You wanted to see me, lieutenant?
- Reed: Yes.

The researchers gathered a great deal
of biometric data on these aliens,

but I'm having trouble
making heads or tails of it.

How can I help?

Well, this arm might contain
some sort of weapon.

If I can determine its yield, we'll have
a better idea of what we're facing.

What sort of people would replace
perfectly good body parts

with cybernetic implants?

You of all people should be
open-minded about technology.

I don't have a problem with it,
as long as it stays outside of my skin.

If your heart was damaged,

would you want me to replace it
with a synthetic organ,

- or would you rather die?
- That's different.

Hmm. There's a species
I once encountered

in the beta Magellan system,

the bynars.

When they're born, a surgeon
removes the child's parietal lobe

and replaces it
with a synaptic processor.

I saw the procedure performed once.
It was very impressive.

Yeah, I'm sure it was.

- Anything?
- I don't see any evidence of a weapon.

The research team
was heavily armed.

How did these aliens manage
to overpower them?

T'pol: Bridge to captain Archer.

Archer: Go ahead.

T'pol: We're receiving
an automated distress call.

It's from a tarkalean freighter.

Hoshi:
There's a lot of interference.

To any ship within range,

we're under attack
by an unknown species.

Request immediate assistance.

That's it, sir.

How long to reach them?

- About an hour.
- Set a course.

Open a channel.

This is captain Archer
of the starfleet vessel enterprise.

Stand down your attack
or we'll open fire.

They're charging weapons.

Some kind of proton burst.

Those transports
aren't normally armed.

Obviously, the engines aren't
the only system they've upgraded.

Any human bio-signs?

Nine on the arctic transport.
The readings are erratic.

- Can you disable their weapons?
- I believe so.

- Their weapons are down.
- They're going to warp.

Is there anyone alive
on the tarkalean ship?

Two bio-signs on their upper deck.
Reading minimal life support.

Hold our position.
Get a shuttle pod ready.

You have the bridge.

Phlox:
The tarkaleans should live.

The nanoprobes have infiltrated
their autonomic systems.

Their renal glands have been replaced
with devices like this.

Essentially, these individuals
are being transformed

into some sort of cybernetic hybrid.

You said the human bio-signs
were erratic.

It's likely the researchers are going
through a similar transformation.

- Can you remove the nanoprobes?
- Not surgically.

These devices are multiplying
at an extraordinary rate.

I could never extract them all.

I'm attempting to slow their progress
with a modified retrovirus,

but so far,
I haven't been very successful.

Perhaps you should isolate them
in the decon chamber.

If you do that, I won't be able
to treat them as effectively.

I don't believe
they're a danger to the crew.

I'm not so sure.

I'll have Malcolm post a guard.

Keep me updated.

Archer: Come in.

I've contacted tarkalea.

I told them we're doing everything
we can for their crewmen.

- Any sign of the transport?
- Nothing.

There was something familiar
about all this

but I couldn't put my finger on it
until I found this speech

Zefram Cochrane made
89 years ago.

When I was a kid,
I read everything I could about him.

It took me a while
but I finally found it in the database.

He was giving a commencement
address at Princeton

when he started to talk about what
really happened during first contact.

He mentioned a group of cybernetic
creatures from the future

who tried to stop his first warp flight
when he was living in Montana.

He said they were defeated
by a group of humans

who were also from the future.

As I recall, Cochrane was famous
for his imaginative stories.

He was also known
to be frequently intoxicated.

No one took him seriously,

and he recanted the whole thing
a few years later

but you have to admit,
there are similarities.

He said their ultimate goal
was to enslave the human race.

If he was right,

they might be heading
back to their home world,

so they can try again.

- Who are you?
- My name is phlox. I'm a physician.

You're aboard a starship.
We responded to your distress call.

What did you do to me?

Your vessel was attacked.
I'm doing my very best to treat you.

I'm going to sedate him.

Archer: Doctor.

- What happened?
- We were attacked.

I've been infected
with the nanoprobes.

One of the aliens injected me.
Some sort of tubules.

Reed: Captain?

They left through here.

Seal off the maintenance shafts.
Post teams at every access point.

When you find them,
put them in decon, maximum security.

Aye, sir.

Use extreme caution, lieutenant.
Their strength has been enhanced.

It's critical that
you don't let them touch you.

- You haven't been infected.
- Thanks, doctor.

Stay here in case
there are any more problems.

Understood.

Call the bridge if you need anything.

Actually, it's, uh, feeding time
for my edosian slugs.

They're quite partial to boiled root leaf.
I usually pick some up from the galley.

But under the circumstances...

I'll have it brought down.

They've modified most
of the primary systems,

engines, hull plating.
These look like weapons nodes.

I don't even wanna guess
what this thing's for.

Archer: Doesn't look like they've
enhanced the aft plating yet.

If we can punch through it here,

we should be able to knock out this
eps manifold,

take down their main power.

One or two torpedoes ought to do it.

T'pol: T'po/ to captain Archer.

Go ahead.

I've located the transport
on long-range sensors.

They're traveling at warp 4.8.

- Archer: How far are they?
- Less than two light years.

I need you to coax more power
out of the engines.

I'll give it a shot.

Travis, lay in a course, warp 4.9.

Mayw eath e r: Aye, sir.

They've doubled their top speed
in less than 12 hours.

Let's hope they didn't have time
to upgrade their weapons.

Reed: Stop what you're doing.

I'll fire if I have to.

I said, step away.

Maximum setting.

Reed to the bridge.

Go ahead.

They're in maintenance shaft c,
junction 12.

They appear to be modifying systems.

- What's in thatjunction?
- Warp plasma regulators.

- Can you stop them?
- Our weapons were useless.

They're equipped
with energy shielding.

- Sir, our warp field's destabilizing.
- It's them.

Isn't there an outer hatch
in thatjunction?

Malcolm.

Get out of that section
and seal it off.

Understood.

Come on, go.

Take us out of warp.

We're clear, captain.

Sub-commander?

The junction's empty.

Close the hatch and repressurize.

Malcolm, I want you to work with trip,
find out what they were doing in there.

Aye, sir.

Resume course and speed.

You had no choice.

Room service.

What's this?

Root leaf lettuce for your slugs,
vulcan sandworms for the bat,

and angel hair pasta
for the ship's physician.

It's best if I avoid food
for the time being.

You need to keep up your strength.

If I eat, my cellular metabolism
will accelerate.

The nanoprobes
could spread further.

Well, it's right here
if you change your mind.

Why are you wearing a phase-pistol?

Oh, it's lieutenant Reed's idea.

If you come near me,
I'm supposed to shoot you.

I hope you'll use the stun setting.

It's gonna be a few hours before
we catch up with that transport.

I'm sure that
captain Archer wouldn't mind

if I stayed for a little while,
kept you company.

I appreciate the offer,

but it may not be safe
to be near me right now.

I'm armed, remember?

You've looked after me more times
than I can count.

I wanna return the favor.

The technology could assert itself
at any moment.

I don't know what will happen
if it does.

I underestimated
these nanoprobes once.

I don't intend to make
the same mistake twice.

Do you mind if I feed your animals
before I go?

Trip: They did a real number
on these circuits.

It could take days
to get all this junk out.

- What do you think they were doing?
- I don't know.

But they almost overloaded
the plasma regulators.

Doesn't make a whole lot of sense.

Why blow up the ship
if you're still on it?

Hand me that, will you?

That shielding of theirs
was impressive.

We might as well have been firing
holographic bullets.

Too bad you didn't get a closer look.

That kind of technology
could come in handy.

There's got to be a way to get through
those shields with phase-pistols.

If I cross-polarized the power cells,
it might increase the particle yield.

I'll be in the armory.

Coffee with cream.

I believe crewman Cunningham
is in the galley

if you'd like something else.

This'll be fine.

- Is this seat taken?
- Please.

Lieutenant Reed informed me

that you plan to disable the transport
when we find it.

He thinks we can knock out
the power systems

without causing too much damage.

So you still intend to rescue
the humans?

That's the general idea.

If they've already been transformed,
that could be difficult.

I wanna take these people home,

the humans and the tarkaleans,

no matter what state they're in.

There are 29 life forms
on that transport.

It's logical to assume
they've all been infected.

We could endanger enterprise
if they're brought aboard.

Perhaps you should reconsider.

Are you saying
we shouldn't go after that ship?

I'm saying we destroy it.

Phlox: Phlox to captain Archer.

- Go ahead.
- Would you please come to sickbay?

On my way.

I'm not ready to declare them
a lost cause.

How are you feeling?

Better than I anticipated.

The nanoprobes seem to be having
trouble with my immune system.

But they are persistent little fellows.
It won't be long before they adapt.

- Any progress finding a treatment?
- Possibly.

I've been attempting to treat
the infection as if it were,

well, an infection,
then it suddenly occurred to me,

this isn't a biological problem.

I need to think like an engineer,
not a physician.

I extracted several of the devices

and subjected them
to different forms of radiation.

Their intermolecular processors
appear to be vulnerable

to omicron particles.

But if one of the nanoprobes survives,
it will start to multiply again,

so I'll need to program
a rather excessive dose.

The side effects will not be pleasant
to say the least.

You, uh, may want to keep this
in the event I'm unsuccessful.

- What is it?
- A cure of sorts.

It contains a neural toxin that
will terminate my synaptic functions

within a matter of seconds.

Aren't you jumping the gun a little?

I have no intention of turning
into one of those cybernetic creatures.

Increase power
another five megajoules.

Fire.

Keep it going.
Increase to seven megajoules.

Try eight.

Nine.

The density's holding.
Bring it up to ten.

We'll reach that transport
in less than an hour.

Let's modify as many of these
as we can.

The vessel's mass has increased
by 3 percent.

They've improved their defenses
since we last saw them.

They're accelerating.

Warp 4.96.

- Nine-eight.
- Increase speed.

We're closing.

Target that eps manifold.

They're dropping to impulse.

They're sending a transmission,
some kind of activation sequence.

- Block it.
- I can't.

Tucker to the bridge.

These cybernetic circuits
just lit up like a Christmas tree.

They're disrupting our plasma network.
Main power is failing.

We're losing weapons.

They set us up.

They're hailing us, audio only.

- This is captain...
- Borg: You will be assimilated.

Resistance is futile.

Hull plating's down to 81 percent.

Trip, we could use weapons.

It's gonna be a few minutes.

Plating's down another 12 percent.

- Is the transporter still online?
- For the moment.

Then you're with me.

- Captain...
- I'm counting on you to pull us out.

Doctor?

I've programmed
the irradiation sequence

but I'll need you to activate it.
Once the chamber's sealed,

all you have to do is press this.

Reed:
I've doubled the particle yield.

It may take a few seconds
to recharge after each shot.

Put us as close as you can
to their eps manifold.

Crewman: Aye, sir.

Hull plating's at 23 percent.

Archer:
This was one of the researchers.

Was?

Look at these bio-signs.
They're not human anymore.

Sir.

We've been boarded.
Six bio-signs, c-deck.

Alert security.

Bridge to commander Tucker.

- Go ahead.
- How much longer?

I think I've isolated
one of the power relays.

Stand by. Ah!

Another human?

Same as the others.

That's it.

Reed: Captain!

We've lost hull plating.

They're cutting into the hull.

- E-deck, starboard forequarter.
- Evacuate that section.

Archer:
They've adapted. Hurry, Malcolm.

Archer to enterprise.
Stand by, transporter.

Acknowledged.

- Tucker to the bridge.
- T'pol: Go ahead.

The alien circuits are losing power.

- Do we have weapons?
- They're coming online now.

Report.

Our engines and weapons
are back online.

The transport's been disabled.
So has the alien circuitry.

Did you find the research team?

There isn't anyone on that ship
we can help anymore.

Sir, something's happening
on the transport.

Their systems are being restored.
They're charging weapons.

Target their warp core.
Hit them with everything we've got.

Get me admiral forrest.

Archer:
Captain's star/cg, march 1st, 2153.

Repairs to the ship are unden/vay

and we've resumed
our previous heading at low warp.

Doctor phlox is confident
he'll make a complete recovery.

Archer:
Aren't you supposed to be in bed?

I'm merely catching up
on some papennork.

Nothing too strenuous,
I assure you.

It's vital to keep the mind occupied
during the healing process.

They say doctors make
the worst patients.

Captain, there's something
you should know.

I had a rather strange experience
while I was infected.

I believe I was connected
with the aliens,

possibly through some form
of telepathy.

Do you think they were trying
to communicate with you?

Not precisely.

It felt as though
I was part of a group consciousness.

You were under extraordinary
physical stress.

You may have imagined it.

It seemed quite real.

I couldn't understand
most of what I was hearing

but I got the distinct impression

they were trying to send
a subspace message.

They transmitted
a numerical sequence.

I heard it over and over again.

Come in.

The computer analyzed
phlox's numbers.

They're pulsar frequencies

with geometric light-year
measurements.

T'pol: Spatial coordinates.

They told their home world
how to find earth.

Did you learn
where the message was sent?

Somewhere deep
in the delta quadrant.

Then I doubt there's
any immediate danger.

It would take at least 200 years

for a subspace message
to reach the delta quadrant,

assuming it's received at all.

Sounds to me like we've only
postponed the invasion until, what?

The 24th century?