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MARINER:
Hey, hey, hey!

Come on, you're sparking
the raktajino.

Sorry.

Maybe take a break?

Since we're,
you know, on a break.

I've been trying
to connect my oculus

to the Cerritos systems
all morning.

They used to work just fine,
but something's off--

- Boimler!
- I'm okay!

I'm okay.

Ah, since when can that thing
shoot plasma?

It's not supposed to.

Particle headache.

Hey, careful, Ruthy,
this is our last Boimler.

We don't got any more
after this.

Hmm, you have experienced
duplication?

Oh, yeah, he got
transporter cloned.

The other one
called himself William

to kiss Riker's butt,
but then he got killed

by some random gas.

Uh, but, you know,

people are always
coming back to life.

Shaxs exploded
and he's doing great.

It's okay.

Sometimes
the randomness of death

matches the unexpected joys
of life.

I still can't believe
he stayed on the Titan.

That was one motivated Boimler.

Yeah.

I mean, if he were still around,

I'd bet he'd be
in some huge adventure.

I wish I could've seen it.

* *

90 seconds to the rift.

Weapons armed and ready.

Prepare to cross
the quantum threshold.

Again.

Let's do this!

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WILLIAM:
Captain's log, William Boimler of the Anaximander.

Stardate, uh, confidential.

I've been ordered
to find and stop

whomever's been trying
to destroy the multiverse.

But I find my enthusiasm...

waning.

While I'm not authorized
to name the organization

that faked my death
and sent me diving into rifts,

I can talk about my crew
of interdimensional castaways.

T'Pol, my Vulcan first officer,

is an expert on human emotions

after being married
to Trip Tucker for decades.

My tactical officer
is Curzon Dax

from a reality
where he hasn't yet passed

- his symbiont to Jadzia.

Prone to injury, he's lucky
we have Elim Garak,

a brilliant Cardassian surgeon.

And his husband,
an emergency medical hologram

based on Dr. Julian Bashir.

Everyone on this crew are from
totally different realities,

but we make a great team.

Okay, give me good news, Dax.

Negative.

No sign of the mole rat.

There is a Starfleet escape pod.

I am reading a single lifeform.

Who will it be,
Neelix with a crew cut?

Really big Spock?

Ooh, thanks for the save.

- I thought I was a goner.
-What a surprise.

Another Harry Kim.

What do you mean another?

Most of the crew are Harry Kims.

- Ah, who's this handsome guy?
- Hey, Harry!

The Kim crew is thriving.

High five, baby!

I'm so sick
of the multiverse.

Kim! Kim! Kim! Kim! Kim!

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- Have at thee!
- Repairs to the rift

are underway, Captain.

Must you do that on the bridge?

You'll thank me when someone

needs to be chopped.

I thought the dimensional rifts
were natural occurrences.

Who exactly are you chasing?

We don't know.

But someone has it out
for the multiverse.

They have a ship that bridges
dimensions by tearing them open.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! There's
more than two dimensions?

Starfleet believes
that there are

an infinite amount
of quantum realities.

Each is represented by a sphere.

It's like a bubble bath.

But the bubbles are universes.

The ship we're chasing
is ripping open the bubbles.

Creating rifts
which weaken the integrity

of all quantum realities.

Why would someone want
to destroy reality?

Because they're probably
a hacky evil version

of someone we all know.

A reverse Picard or
Borgified Kirk or it,

I don't know, human Worf.

That's all the multiverse is!

Just lazy derivative remixes!

Did I say something wrong?

The captain's patience
has been waning.

Yeah, all the dimension hopping
and no bad guy

has to feel like treading water.

That is an astute simile,
Mr. Kim.

Thanks.

In some dimensions,
I'm a tailor...

Are they from the same reality?

No, but they love
to brag about how

statistically unlikely
their marriage is.

Lovers never fall
out of the rifts for Curzon!

It must be cool seeing all kinds
of wacky new dimensions.

I wonder why the captain
hates it so much.

He's used
to exploring the galaxy.

Now he just goes
from rift to rift.

Harry!

Always great to have
another Kim aboard.

Did your Voyager
get back to Earth

or did you, like, settle
in the Delta Quadrant?

We got back.

- Dude!
- Told ya. - Yeah, yeah.

Wait, everyone shut up!

This Kim's got two pips!

- Whoa.
- No way!

You're a full lieutenant?

Yeah. Wait.

You're all still ensigns?

That's up.

I was reading
about the original Dr. Bashir.

Apparently he was
an avid racquetball player.

He and Chief O'Brien were
quite competitive.

Did they ever invite you
to join?

I took an oath to do no harm.

Which includes humiliating
my patients at racquetball.

Is it your shoulder again?

Oh, there was a Bolian masseuse

on the promenade
who had magical hands.

I'll take you when this is over.

Photonic beings don't really
benefit from massage.

Wait, what makes you think we'll
be living in your reality?!

Darling, I haven't thought
about it at all.

Oh, yes, you have. I know
how you operate, Elim Garak.

Our future home reality
is still up in the air.

My shoulder still has a knot.

Well, then it's a pity
your Bolian isn't here to help.

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The rift is almost repaired.

Yeah, keep it up.
I'm sure our friend

will be opening
a new one soon enough.

Something just rocketed
through the rift.

A Starfleet shuttle craft.

Its engines are critical.

They must've been
traveling at warp.

Emergency transport now!

Mariner!

Whoa!

What in the--? What--?

Where am--? How did y--?

Boims?

I think that's T'Pol.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait, so...

you're a clone of a Boimler
from another reality,

so you've got, like,
a backup Boimler at home?

He's not a backup.

We were transporter duplicated.

No way, that happened
to my Troi.

Yeah, her copy was stranded
on a planet for years.

That sounds familiar.

That happened to my Riker, too.

Do you have a Tendi
and a Rutherford?

Yeah, but I haven't seen them
in ages.

What's your Boimler like?

Oh, he's the best. Still
an ensign, gets in his own way.

He wears a leather jacket
at all times,

which is weird,
but we're used to it.

Like, like, he sleeps in it.
What's your Mariner like?

Uh, you know, she's a fearless
adventurer like you.

Yeah, right,
I am not really a fan of danger

or away missions or anything
that involves phasers.

I'd rather be tinkering
with plasma coils.

What's with the look?

Huh? N-Nothing.

It's just really nice
having you here.

Yeah, I'm pretty great.

What's it like having
your own quarters?

Does Janeway ever
let you sit in the big chair?

Of course! How have
none of you ever been promoted?

You know, I guess between
all the Borg infiltrations

and aliens trying
to steal our organs,

it didn't seem
like that big of a deal.

We're just happy
to be in Starfleet.

I ran into the same thing.

Everybody gets promoted
before ops.

It's like nobody knows
what we do.

Ooh, what did you guys do
with your Tuvoks?

Oh, great, my favorite Vulcan.

I was married to a human
for 63 years.

I know sarcasm when I hear it.

I don't need a know-it-all

picking me apart while
I'm trying to eat.

Are you sure you should be
consuming that much sodium?

What do you even know
about the Trill diet?

I know that you carry
the Dax symbiont,

which must be protected
for its next host,

of which there is none
on the Anaximander.

Oh, thank you so much
for explaining that to me,

you smug Vulcan petaQ.

Your anger masks a fear
that I am correct.

Perhaps you should moderate
your eating habits.

Look, I live life to its fullest

so the next Dax can actually
learn something.

Sodium is not a full life.

Maybe it is for me, damn it!

Wait, wait, wait,
if you hate danger,

then why did I have to rescue
you from your own shuttle?

I didn't know the rifts
emitted radial tachyons.

Yeah. No warping or they make
your engines explode.

Ugh, yeah, that was bad.

But the good news is,
now I know how to track the guy

who's screwing up
the multiverse.

- What?
- Don't do that.

MARINER:
Back on my Cerritos, I was trying

to figure out why
our entanglement processor

kept needing a reset.

Turns out, something was
up the superposition.

- The transdimensional rifts.
- Yup. Every time

one gets opened,
a second one appears

in some random other part
of the galaxy.

Conservation of energy.

Each universe
has a finite amount.

If you create a rift...

Another must open to accommodate the energy being pushed out.

So they're opening a rift, closing it up,

and we're going to the wrong one
way the hell far away.

That's why we've
never caught up.

We've been going
to the wrong rifts.

Every rift they open creates a
huge influx of radial tachyons,

but if we recreated
those levels first...

It would force their next rift to open right here.

Where we'll be waiting.

Mariner,
you're a great engineer.

Mm, why do you sound
so surprised?

Sorry.

Radial tachyon levels
are still rising.

Trap is set.
Let's see if this works.

Come on, you little sneak.
Show yourself.

Are the shields raised?
Because this is feeling

like a "calm before the storm"
type sitch.

Holy crap, it worked.

Captain, Mariner's plan

appears to have been successful.

They're running.

Dax, target their engines.

DAX:
Direct hit.

They don't have shields?

They are attempting to escape
by creating a new rift.

Set a pursuit course.
Full impulse.

The event horizon is in flux.

Our structural integrity
will be damaged.

We don't have a choice.

I hate this part.

I love it.

Medic, we got
a battle-damaged Kim here. -

These Harry Kims are stronger
than they look. He'll be fine.

In my reality,
Risa has an entire moon

devoted to growing
heirloom grapes.

The wine is exquisite.

My Risa has two vineyard moons.
Uh, close that artery, will you?

Each moon has
multiple varietals.

I... I don't care.

You will once you taste
their reds.

You can't just
unilaterally decide

that we're moving to
your reality. It's not fair.

I let you choose what I had
for dinner last night.

Well, that doesn't equal a
lifetime in a strange universe.

My universe isn't strange,

and you aren't even
made of carbon, my love.

Why do you care?

Oh, pulling the hologram card.

Forgive me. I take it back.

My emotions
got the better of me.

Hopefully, your emotions enjoy
sleeping on the ground tonight.

This hologram will be
in bed, alone.

- Ugh, humans.
- Huh?

Oh, not you.

DAX:
We're in weapons range.

Permission to blast
these biHnuchs.

I don't think that's
such a good idea in the rift.

- This is our only chance.
- Dax, wait!

Please tell me
they didn't get away.

Thanks to Curzon's
insubordination,

they were forced to make
an emergency landing.

Good.

Take us down.

We have repairs of our own
to make.

Don't glare at me. We got them.

We better.

Ugh. Man, my Boimler's
way chiller than this one.

I do not have a Boimler
in my quantum reality

in order to make a comparison.

Oh, he's a big Starfleet nerd
like Archer.

You had one of those, right?

Yes.

And "big Starfleet nerd"
is an accurate description.

Ugh, stupid bog planets
are the worst.

They're just wet
and cold and sad.

Ugh. How far do we have to wade?

Their landing site is roughly
400 meters to the north.

Keep your heads up.

We don't know anything
about this reality.

Oh, no way.

I know these guys.
They're super nice.

We must be on Khwopa.

Hey, what's up, my man?

I'm starting to see
why you hate the multiverse.

Hey, you guys aren't mad

about the stuff I said
about bogs, right?

'Cause I love bogs.
Uh, live long and...

You Kims okay?

Yeah, just a little soggy.

Feral Khwopians
don't make any sense.

They're too cute to be mean.

At least they aren't trying
to drink our bones.

You okay?

I've never been
in a prison before.

It's kind of freaking me out.

A human?

What're you doing here?

We crashed

because of your
unprovoked attack.

Those ghoulish creatures

trekked mud all over
our sickbay.

Stay here. Guard the ship.
I'll save the crew.

But, Garak,
you're just a surgeon.

I am a surgeon, but not "just."

You guys seeing this?

They didn't even put us
in the cell with the commanders.

Eh, who cares? A cell's a cell.

Don't act like
this is our fault. - How is it not?

'Cause you've been trying
to destroy the multiverse.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

- Why are you so familiar?
- Oh, so then all the tears

you're ripping through
the fabric of reality

are just, what, for fun?

We always make sure to
close them after we go through.

Holy,
you're Lily Sloane.

- Yeah. H-Have we met?
-Boims.

Boims. Boims, this is
"built the first warp drive

with Zefram Cochrane" Lily.

Wait, what?

I don't know
what a warp drive is,

but Zef did help me build
our quantum reality drive.

Well, in this reality,
you're a depraved villain.

Okay, she clearly isn't.

They do not look
particularly nefarious, Captain.

We are on a mission of peace,
exploring quantum realities

to further
our scientific knowledge.

Well, then why didn't you
say something?

We have directives which
dictate ethical boundaries

to contacting societies

who can't cross realities
on their own.

Well, whenever you cross
to a new reality,

you leave a second rift open.

- What?
- I told you we had not accounted

for the dissipation
of additional energy.

This whole time,
you weren't the bad guys.

You were just a different type
of Federation.

We've been stranded
from our home dimensions

chasing after you.

I'm sorry. I had no idea.

I believe she is
telling the truth. -

They don't like it when we talk.

Then they can let us go.

You hear me?

Your planet su...

-Garak.
- I've never been one for face-to-face combat.

This is our doctor.

Then why is he
trained in combat?

Old habits die hard.

If you can help us
repair our ship,

- I think we can get you home.
- Kim crew,

- roll out.
- Let's go.

Hmm.

Hurry. It won't be long

before some Khwopian
realizes we got out.

If your team can fix
the power systems,

the Beagle can get to orbit.

Whoa.

That's an older design,
but the system should be similar

to what we're used to.

We should be able to manage.

Ow.

Stupid patchwork.

If you are fatigued,
I am able to handle this repair.

Oh, you'd love to rub that in
my face, wouldn't you, Vulcan?

I would not.

Ugh.

So these glowsticks are
what you use to cross realities? - Yeah.

Unobserved complex gluon cores.

Well, you might want to observe
a couple 'cause they're.

I think we're gonna have to hit
the conduits from outside.

There's an access panel
below the port stabilizers.

On it, boss.

I can't believe
you actually want

to explore quantum realities.

You don't?

I'd be happy
to never hear the word

"multiverse" ever again.

What's wrong with exploring?

Oh, real exploring is great.

We go out into the galaxy
and visit strange new worlds.

What you do, isn't exploring.

I must look like I'm stuck
in one spot, huh?

The multiverse is just a rehash
of stuff I already know.

You sound a lot like Zef.

It took him a minute
to get it, too.

We don't need
to meet new species.

Okay, then why bother
exploring at all?

To better understand ourselves.

It's fun to learn about aliens,

but learning about humanity,

that's something else.

I've met humans who've built
rings around the sun.

I've met others whose ships
are the size of continents.

I'm learning
about what humans can be.

Mapping our potential.

So far, it's limitless.

I never thought about it
like that.

Look at Mariner.

Your friendship
transcends realities.

Trust like that is
powerful stuff.

Is that supposed to happen?

Someone's stealing my ship!

We need to get back to the Nax!

We don't have time for this!

I do.

Yah!

Keep going.

This is how I relax. Calm down.

Everybody's going
to get their asses kicked.

Curzon, be careful!

My freaking calves.

Stupid bog planet.
So much wading.

Open hailing frequencies,
all channels.

This is Captain William Boimler.

Whoever's piloting that ship,

you need to return
to the surface now.

Why? So you can take
all these beautiful Kims

back to their home universes
where they'll be

overlooked and disrespected?

Kim, what the hell
are you doing?

He tricked us, Captain.

We don't want to be here.

I'm taking you
back to my universe

where Harry Kims can rank up.

Hey, we didn't finish
the repairs.

The Beagle can't maintain
a fifth dimension

without subspace gluons!

Spewing engineering nonsense
won't work on me.

I've got two pips!

Curzon, get us into orbit.

Aye, Captain.

You are limping.

I should've stretched
before that workout.

We have to stop him
from crossing into another QR!

Without repairs,
he's flying a bomb

that could spread
to all universes!

The death toll
would be beyond measure.

Damn you, two-pip Kim!

Why hasn't he opened a rift?

The Beagle won't allow it until
he's out of the gravity well.

We will not make it in time
at this speed.

Permission to try
and juice the engines?

Granted.

Why won't you work?

Hey, this un-Kim-like behavior,
pal.

- Shut up, Harry!
- You shut up, Harry!

COMPUTER:
Gravity well cleared.

Ha-ha! I got it.

Impulse increased by 15%.

The Beagle's falling apart.

Brace yourselves
for a better life, Kims.

Damn it! He's making a rift.

Despite our increase in speed,
we will not be

close enough to intervene.

Well, then we need
to do a micro warp jump.

The tachyon levels are too high.

Our engines would overload.

How are we supposed to stop them
and not blow up?

The Beagle's creating waves
of gravitational turbulence.

And that's a good thing?

It means mass matters.

If I can increase the gravity
around the warp port,

it'll be a tachyon shield,

and we can go
as fast as you want.

But won't that crush you?

Let's pretend
I'm the adventurous Mariner

from your reality
who's okay risking it.

Mariner--

Thought you could use
a holographic hand.

Engineering is
at ten times gravity, Captain.

Curzon, warp us now!

Dax?

Stupid salamander zapped me.

Get him to sickbay!

Mariner, I hope you're right.

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Ah, it worked, the warp core's
not overloading.

Great.

Shut off...

the gravity.

Oh, right, sorry.

There's nothing more I can do.

- If we had had more time.
- Thank you, Doctor.

Garak, you do know
I'll follow you to any reality.

I'd do the same for you.
I really don't care

where we end up
as long as we're together.

What?
Then why have we been arguing?

Because it's fun.

No, it's not!

Nobody stops Harry Kim.

What are you doing?

We have to transport
out of here.

Why? I'm offering you
a better life.

If that's what it takes,

- we don't want it.
- What are you-- Hey!

- No!
- Grab him!

Well, at least you get
a front row seat

to my demise.

I take no pleasure
in seeing my friend perish.

Since when are we friends?

Since the day we met.

I know.

Dax had a good run.

Too bad that it has to end
with me.

I will remove your symbiont
and return it to your reality.

Won't work without a host.

Then I must attempt to transfer
your shared memories

from Dax itself.

Fine!

You Kims are too weak to know
a good thing when you have it.

You want to know
why you're all still ensigns?

This, this is why.

You don't deserve
to come with me.

-Whoa.
- Welcome back, Kims.

Good to be back, sir.

Can you get
a tractor beam on him?

Negative, he's too far.

- Then target engines.
- No!

If you open fire now,
it'll just make it worse!

Worse than destroying
all realities?!

Harry, you have to stop.

That ship won't make it.

Nice try.

I'm Harry Kim.

And you don't get
to order me around.

That was...

more katra
than I had anticipated.

You back Dax up

in that big Vulcan brain.

I will protect and pass them on.

Maybe you're not so bad.

For a Vulcan.

Lily, what's happening?

The explosion disrupted
the coherence of the rift.

Soliton waves will spread
across all quantum realities.

No, no, there has
to be something we can do.

This ship has
a force beam generator?

A deflector? Yeah.

With a directed soliton burst,

I could use it to guide the wave
into a single reality.

But then won't you be dooming an
entire universe to be destroyed?

It's either one or all.

We need a reality
that can respond to the threat.

I know where to send it.

Scan me. Use my reality.

What? Boims, no.

- Are you sure?
-No.

But I'm there and so are you.

And Tendi and Rutherford.

I know they can figure out
a solution.

Why would you do this
to your friends?

Because he trusts them.

And that trust transcends
quantum realities.

Activate the soliton beam.

Done. I hope you're right.

I piggybacked a message
to my duplicate.

- He'll know what to do.
- Will he?

Yeah, as long
as he doesn't freak out.

Holy!

We're all gonna die!

-
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Chirp.

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