Paris: That's one planet that never showed up on the multiple choice exam.
Tuvok: Its gravimetric readings are similar to that of a collapsed dwarf star. It also resembles a quasar, in that it has a high rate of rotation, approximately fifty eight revolutions per minute.
Janeway: Shall we take a closer look?
Chakotay: That's what we're here for.
Janeway: Tom, put us in a high orbit.
Paris: Aye.
Tuvok: Our warp drive is offline.
Chakotay: Why?
Tuvok: Unknown.
Janeway: Back us off.
Paris: Our impulse engines aren't responding.
Janeway: The use the auxiliary thrusters.
Kim: We're in some kind of gravimetric gradient. It's pulling us toward the planet.
Shaman: The new one is brighter than Tahal, or any of his brothers in the sky.
Native: What does he want from us?
Shaman: To answer that, we must learn the nature of this god. We must understand the reason for his arrival. You were making an offering to Tahal.
Native: I placed the fire-fruit on his altar. Then the ground shook. I looked up and the new one was there.
Shaman: The fire-fruit. Where is it?
Shaman: The new one doesn't want Tahal to have the fire-fruit. Make an altar for him, as big as Tahal's. The fire-fruit is only for the New One. No more for the people. It is His alone. Ground Shaker, Light Bringer, take this today, and every day. Accept our offering. Do not harm us.
Janeway: Report.
Tuvok: We're in synchronous orbit, fifty seven thousand kilometers above the planet's equator.
Chakotay: Good work, Tom. Now, let's see
Paris: You're patting the wrong guy on the back.
Janeway: Explain.
Paris: Our thrusters went offline halfway through our descent and then we just stopped, like we were caught in something.
Tuvok: I'm picking up a strong tachyon field along the hull. It could be what's holding us.
Seven: Seven of Nine to the bridge.
Janeway: Go ahead, Seven.
Seven: Please report to Astrometrics. There's something you must see.
Janeway: On my way. Chakotay.
Seven: The planet has a tachyon core. It's produced a subspace particle field which runs between the poles. Voyager's arrival disrupted that field.
Chakotay: It looks like the ship's been caught in an eddy of some kind.
Janeway: It's worse than that. Voyager seems to have become the planet's third pole.
Seven: The imbalance is affecting the outer crust. I've picked up indications of high-frequency seismic activity.
Chakotay: Caused by our presence?
Seven: Possibly.
Janeway: Does anybody live down there?
Seven: The atmosphere is having a scattering effect on our sensors.
Chakotay: Is that vegetation?
Seven: According to sensors, yes.
Janeway: The tachyon core has created a space-time differential between the planet and the surrounding space. We're watching the seasons change in a matter of seconds.
Seven: For each second that passes on Voyager, nearly a day goes by on the planet.
Janeway: Scan for inhabitants.
Seven: I can't isolate individual lifeforms. It'll take time to correct for the space-time differential
Chakotay: A couple of hundred years, maybe? If our orbit starts to decay, Voyager will begin to feel the effects of the differential and we'll begin aging hundreds of times faster than we would in normal space.
Janeway: Unless we want to live our lives in the blink of an eye, I suggest we find a way out of here.
Chakotay: How's our warp core?
Torres: The matter-antimatter reaction is still active, but this field we're stuck in is raising hell with the nacelles. Until we break orbit, warp drive is offline.
Chakotay: Without warp drive, we'll never leave orbit.
Torres: It does pose a bit of a problem, doesn't it?
Chakotay: Maybe the key is to learn more about this planet, in case we're missing something.
Torres: Sensors aren't having an easy time of it either.
Chakotay: Then let's modify a class-five probe for low orbit, see what we can pick up. Configure the program to scan along all subspace bands, and set it for visual images every ten milliseconds.
Torres: Snapshots. Why do I get the feeling you're not just interested in tachyon fields?
Chakotay: This could be the greatest anthropological find of my career. If there's an intelligent species down there, we'll be able to track their development, not just for days or weeks, but for centuries.
Torres: Watch them discover new and better ways of beating each other over the head.
Chakotay: They won't necessarily follow the Klingon model.
Torres: As opposed to the Human model? It'll take a few hours to make the adjustments.
Chakotay: A few hours. We might miss the rise and fall of a civilization.
Torres: So we'll watch the next one.
Cleric: Oh. Oh, Protector.
Kelemene: You're late.
Cleric: Well, the hill is steep, and I, I'm not as young as I used to be.
Kelemene: More heat.
Kelemene: There are grave matters of state here that cannot be delayed.
Cleric: Protector, what exactly are you doing?
Kelemene: I'm sending him a letter.
Cleric: Him? Sending who a letter?
Kelemene: The Ground Shaker. The Light Bringer.
Cleric: Had you been more attentive to my lessons when you were a boy, you would not be so gullible as a man.
Kelemene: On the contrary, you taught me well. Our ignorant ancestors believed every star was a deity. You taught me how foolish that was. Superstition, you called it.
Cleric: And that's exactly what it is.
Kelemene: Hungry?
Cleric: It's bad fortune to eat the fire-fruit.
Kelemene: According to whom? Our ancestors? Don't tell me you believe that old superstition? Perhaps we shouldn't completely ignore the old beliefs, no matter how strange they may seem today. Ground Shaker. Ground shaker. Isn't it possible the name was not given arbitrarily? That this star is indeed responsible for knocking down our walls and making us stumble as we walk?
Cleric: Oh yes, I heard about that. My condolences.
Kelemene: You heard what?
Cleric: Well, that you stumbled in front of several important people during the last ground shake. Uh, very embarrassing, I'm sure.
Kelemene: I did nothing of the sort.
Cleric: Well, my hearing is not as good as it used to be, nor my memory either. Now, what were we talking about?
Kelemene: We were talking about ancient superstitions. Now, I don't believe for a moment that the stars are gods, but then, what are they?
Cleric: A great mystery to which there is no answer.
Kelemene: I believe the sky is full of people just like ourselves.
Cleric: What? Oh, nonsense.
Kelemene: Prove me wrong. I say each star encompasses a city and the Ground Shaker rules one of these cities. A fellow Protector. If I'm correct, then he'll listen to me, one Protector to another. Your pen.
Kelemene: I, Kelemane.
Cleric: Kelemane.
Kelemene: Son of Kelemane, ruler of the good people of the land below you, demand that you stop what you're
Cleric: Demand?
Kelemene: Would hope?
Cleric: Ah, better. Much better.
Kelemene: Would hope that you might consider putting an end to whatever it is you're doing that shakes our ground. If this causes you inconvenience I'm willing to offer a recompense.
Cleric: A recompense.
Kelemene: I await your reply.
Torres: The next series of scans is coming through. I'm downloading them into the display buffer.
Chakotay: No doubt about it. There's a city down there.
Torres: Elevated levels of carbon monoxide, ammonium. That's progress, all right.
Chakotay: They've developed internal combustion technology since the last few scans. Look at those radial lines. It looks like a system of roads.
Torres: Well, one thing hasn't changed. The geological disturbances that Voyager seems to be causing. The probe recorded half a dozen each month. Still no way to tell how severe they are.
Chakotay: Look at the amount of iron being used in that city. That's ten times what you'd expect to see in a culture at this stage of development.
Torres: Do you think they're using it to support their buildings?
Chakotay: If you lived on a planet that wouldn't stop shaking, you might be doing the same thing. If they've reached this stage of industrial development, they must be observing us.
Torres: The probe's impulse thrusters are starting to fail. At its present altitude, it's been operating for over two hundred years. Its orbit is becoming decayed.
Chakotay: Initiate self-destruct.
Torres: It disintegrated in the upper thermosphere. If they saw anything, it just looked like a shooting star.
Astronomer: Any response to our transmission?
Technician: Nothing.
Astronomer: No visual change either.
Technician: Surprised?
Astronomer: Send it again.
Technician: The entire sequence? How about just the prime numbers?
Astronomer: You're tired.
Technician: So are you.
Astronomer: The prime numbers and the elemental constants, then we'll stop.
Technician: An acceptable compromise. It's not as if they're going anywhere, if they even exist in the first place.
Astronomer: Do you doubt that?
Technician: I doubt everything.
Astronomer: So you weren't one of those children that had the entire series of Sky Ship Friends?
Technician: Actually, I had them all, even the duplicates. You couldn't walk into my home without tripping over a Friend or two.
Astronomer: Not in our home. My grandfather wouldn't allow it. He told us that the Sky Ship was a palace where an Evil Protector lived. He said that bad children were sent there to be punished. At this point, I'd be happy to see anything, evil or not. Can you boost the signal?
Technician: We're already at maximum. Maybe if we switched to a different carrier wave to
Technician: If there is somebody up there, they don't like us very much.
Astronomer: Any beings capable of building that Sky Ship could have destroyed our world long ago. They're not causing the tremors on purpose.
Technician: What if they're all dead?
Astronomer: If you truly believe that, why did you join this project?
Technician: I doubt everything, remember? Even my own doubts. I hope someone is up there.
Astronomer: So do I.
Technician: If they won't respond to mathematics, perhaps we should try a more personal approach. Here, say hello.
Astronomer: How could they possibly speak our language?
Technician: There's only one way to find out.
Astronomer: What, what should I say?
Technician: Oh, glad to meet you. Where are you from? Please stop shaking our planet.
Seven: An ultra high frequency signal is being transmitted from the surface. The modulation is unfamiliar. Its Doppler component is
Chakotay: Any signal from the surface will be accelerated. When it reached our time frame, the frequency would be thousands of times higher than normal.
Seven: I will attempt to slow it down.
Chakotay: Again. Amplitude modulation. It's a radio transmission.
Seven: It's a numerical sequence.
Chakotay: Prime numbers. They're sending a list of prime numbers.
Seven: Followed by a sequence of mathematical constants, and what appears to be a vocal modulation.
Chakotay: Slow it down again. A little more.
Astronomer: Good friends in the Sky Ship. I call you that, hoping, at least, you're not enemies.
Astronomer: There's nothing on our world that resembles your technology, so we assume you came here from a nearby planet or a distant star. Our ancient mythology describes your arrival centuries ago, coinciding with the tremors that continually shake our planet and destroy so many of our accomplishments. I hope that was never your intention, but the result is the same. Respond if you can. Or if you wish, come down from your Sky Ship and visit us.
Paris: Well, we've got to let them know we're not doing it on purpose.
Tuvok: Inadvisable. The Prime Directive still applies. This transmission was made with primitive radio technology. They are not a warp capable civilization.
Paris: To hell with the Prime Directive. That man deserves an answer.
Torres: Don't forget the temporal differential. That man has been dead for a long time.
Emh: Nearly a century by now.
Paris: Okay, so we send a message to his great grandchildren. I'll gladly do the honors.
Chakotay: Ancient mythology. That means we've already insinuated ourselves into their culture. Why not take the next step?
Janeway: First contact with a pre-warp society.
Paris: We've already made first contact. They know we're up here.
Janeway: They've known for hundreds of years, which means our presence has been tempered by time. We've gradually become part of their mythos. Meeting us could throw that belief system into chaos.
Paris: But we're destroying their planet. You heard him.
Chakotay: A first contact, face to face, might give us information we could use to leave orbit. That would stop the damage. It's worth the risk.
Janeway: We don't even know if an away team could survive the transition to their time frame. Doctor, correct me if I'm wrong, but the physiological stress could be fatal.
Emh: For one of you, perhaps, but not for me. My holomatrix would be unaffected.
Janeway: You'd be going only as an observer. You're not to make contact.
Kim: I localized the source of the transmission to a subcontinent in the southern hemisphere.
Chakotay: The Central Protectorate?
Kim: How do you know that?
Chakotay: I've been looking at the data from Astrometrics. Seven's picked up a few of their local transmissions. I can tell you the names of all twenty six states on the planet.
Kim: And all the best places to eat?
Chakotay: Just about.
Kim: So is this Central Protectorate a good place to send the Doctor?
Chakotay: Probably. Judging from the transmissions, they seem to have a tolerant society.
Kim: Hmm. Well, just to be on the safe side, I'll find him an isolated spot.
Torres: I'm giving you access to your facial and epidermal parameters. You should be able to mimic the appearance of whoever is down there in a matter of seconds.
Emh: What if they're big, purple blobs of protoplasm?
Janeway: Then you'll be the best looking blob on the planet. I'm keeping you down there for three seconds, Doctor. That will be almost two days in their time frame. Gather whatever data you can. Seismic charts, meteorological records, anything that might give us a clue about how to break orbit.
Emh: Understood.
Torres: This will speed up the scanning rate of your program, allow you to make the transition.
Emh: See you soon.
Janeway: Energizing.
Torres: One, two, three.
Janeway: The confinement beam is destabilizing.
Torres: It's the temporal field. We'll have to recalibrate.
Janeway: Every second he's down there he's in danger of being discovered.
Torres: Locking on again.
Janeway: We've lost him.
Kim: I'm scanning within a one hundred kilometer radius of where we sent him. Nothing.
Chakotay: He could've moved across the continent by now, or to the other side of the planet.
Kim: Increasing radius to one thousand kilometers.
Chakotay: Chakotay to Seven of Nine.
Seven: Go ahead, Commander.
Chakotay: Have you picked up any information regarding opera houses or concert halls?
Seven: The cultural center of the state runs along the shore of the eastern lake.
Kim: Got him. B'Elanna, stand by for the coordinates.
Torres: Acknowledged.
Torres: I've reinitialized the confinement beam. It's holding.
Janeway: Locking on.
Emh: Captain! Lieutenant! I thought I'd never see you again.
Janeway: Are you all right?
Emh: Oh, I've had a few close calls over the years, but all in all
Torres: Years?
Emh: It's been over three, but at least I knew you hadn't left me behind. All I had to do was look up and there you were, the brightest star in the sky.
Janeway: Well, what do they know about us?
Emh: Only that we arrived here centuries ago. They blame us for the seismic tremors but everything else is pure speculation. And let me tell you, they like nothing better than to speculate about Voyager. Doric would go on and on. Sky Ship this, Sky Ship that.
Torres: Doric?
Emh: The owner of the building I lived in until the war started.
Janeway: There was a war?
Emh: Oh, the neighboring state decided to lob a few cannon shells at us. Our Tactical Air Command responded and a new treaty was signed in a matter of weeks, but not before my apartment was in ruins.
Janeway: Oh, so they have aviation technology?
Emh: They're hardly savages, Captain. In fact, they're making great strides technologically, thanks in part to Voyager.
Torres: What do you mean?
Emh: From the moment our ship arrived in the sky, they've been trying to make contact. Our presence has encouraged invention, religion, science, art even children's toys. They're all variations on a single theme, Voyager. Mareeza even composed an aria based on the Sky Ship. I sang the lyric.
Janeway: Mareeza?
Emh: She was my roommate. Three years is a long time, Captain. One needs companionship.
Janeway: You'll get no argument from me. But did you learn anything that might help us break orbit?
Emh: It's all in here.
Emh: Meteorological records for the last three hundred years. I've committed them all to memory. Some are inaccurate almanacs, but the more recent ones include detailed seismic analyzes.
Janeway: Get that information to Astrometrics. See if you can find any pattern to the quakes. Might help us figure a way out of here.
Torres: See you in Sickbay. I'll download the data from your program and we'll do a little cosmetic surgery, too.
Emh: Lieutenant?
Torres: Unless you prefer looking like that.
Emh: Of course, I completely forgot. If some of the people on the planet had their way, those weapons would be pointed at Voyager. Luckily the ship is still out of range, for now.
Janeway: I guess I can't blame them.
Emh: There's something of a space race going on between the various states. Who can get to the starship first with a rocket?
Janeway: Are we talking about a capsule with an astronaut or a missile with a warhead?
Emh: I can't answer that, but at their present rate of development, we won't have to wait very long to find out.
Naomi: How does this sound? The Weird Planet Where Time Moved Very Fast And So Did The People Who Lived There, by Naomi Wildman. That's what I'm calling my report for astronomy class. Neelix said I should choose a planet to write about, so I picked this one.
Seven: Your title is verbose. I suggest you try to condense it.
Naomi: The Weird Planet.
Seven: Better, but it lacks precision. The Weird Planet Displaced in Time.
Naomi: Perfect.
Seven: Seven of Nine to the bridge. I'm transmitting my calculations directly to the helm.
Janeway: Acknowledged.
Naomi: What's happening?
Seven: The Doctor brought back data regarding the planet's graviton field. We're using it to realign our thrusters.
Naomi: That'll be great for my report.
Janeway: All hands, this is the Captain. Secure your stations and prepare to break orbit.
Seven: Brace yourself. Our altitude is increasing. Fifty meters. Sixty. Seven of Nine to the bridge. Our attempt to leave orbit is increasing the seismic activity. We must abort.
Janeway: Agreed.
Naomi: Is the planet okay?
Seven: Minimal damage along the equatorial coastline. Nothing serious.
Naomi: Seven, do you think we'll ever be able to leave?
Seven: Eventually.
Naomi: I hope so. I need a way to end my report.
Retz: Orbital One to launch control. We're ready to ignite second stage propellants.
Launch Control: Proceed. GOTANA-
Retz: Second-stage propellants depleted.
Trina: Final stage. Ready. GOTANA-
Retz: Ready to ignite final stage propellants. Launch Control, we are awaiting your commands to proceed. What was that?
Trina: There's nothing wrong with the transponder. GOTANA-
Retz: Orbital One to launch control. We are not receiving your orders.
Trina: Everything else is working perfectly. Ignite the final stage. We have to proceed with the mission. GOTANA-
Retz: Final stage propellants depleted.
Trina: Initiate deceleration thrusters. GOTANA-
Retz: Thrusters active.
Trina: Watch your pitch angle. GOTANA-
Retz: Correcting.
Trina: Distance check. GOTANA-
Retz: We're in rendezvous range.
Trina: Rendezvous sequence locked in. GOTANA-
Retz: Moving into final position.
Trina: Distance check. GOTANA-
Retz: We're within scanning range.
Trina: Let's take a look. GOTANA-
Retz: The scanners won't penetrate their hull.
Trina: I guess we'll have to go inside. GOTANA-
Retz: We're not authorized to do that.
Trina: Our orders were to learn as much as possible about the Sky Ship. That's my intention. I saw something that looks like a transfer port. It might be a place we can dock. Move in closer.
Trina: Wait, wait. GOTANA-
Retz: Are you all right?
Trina: A little disoriented. Let's keep going.
Retz: I don't understand.
Trina: Her skin feels warm.
Trina: It might be some sort of metabolic stasis. But then why does it look like they're just going about their business? GOTANA-
Retz: This isn't right. We shouldn't be here. We were never meant to be here.
Trina: Try and stay calm. GOTANA-
Retz: We've seen enough. Please, we have to leave.
Trina: You're the best pilot we have. That's why you're on this mission. This is no different than flying your favorite GOTANA-
Retz: Oh, it's different.
Trina: I can't argue with that. Another few minutes, then we'll go back. This looks like their command center.
Retz: This is not metabolic stasis.
Trina: Could the laws of physics be different here? GOTANA-
Retz: Maybe they're just a little slower. GOTATA-
Retz: What's wrong?
Tuvok: Intruder Alert. Security team to deck one.
Kim: Captain, I'm picking up a ship at docking port one. It just appeared there.
Janeway: Bridge to Sickbay. Medical emergency.
Janeway: What can you tell me.
Emh: The transition to our time frame was a little rough for them. I'm afraid his colleague didn't make it.
Janeway: How is he?
Emh: Recovering. Lucky for him I'm as good as his family doctor. After three years of poring over their medical journals, I know as much about their physiology as I do yours. Easy. GOTANA-
Retz: Where's Trina?
Janeway: She didn't survive the transition. I'm very sorry. GOTANA-
Retz: Transition? To your time frame?
Janeway: You understand what's happened to you? GOTANA-
Retz: I'm beginning to.
Janeway: Voyager exists in the same space-time as the rest of the galaxy. Your planet is different. GOTANA-
Retz: So you really haven't been watching us for centuries.
Janeway: Actually, we just got here, And we're hoping you can help us find a way to leave.
Retz: So if what you're saying is true, everyone I know, everyone I knew, is gone.
Janeway: That's correct. GOTANA-
Retz: Captain, I'm an accomplished pilot. That's why they chose me for this mission. I don't have the courage of the others. They made a mistake choosing me.
Janeway: I have to disagree. For someone whose life has just been turned upside down, I think you're doing fine. GOTANA-
Retz: When I was a young child, the toys hanging above my crib depicted the Sky Ship. It's the first thing I ever remember seeing, even before my mother's face. And now I'm the only one that knows its name. Voyager. I suppose it'll be the last thing I see as well.
Janeway: that's up to you. I have no intention of keeping you here against your will. The Doctor spent some time on your planet collecting data that we hoped would help us find a way to leave orbit. We need you to assist us in interpreting that information. However, the longer you stay on board, the more difficult it will be for you to go home. Your culture is changing every second you're here. By the time you go back, you might find it more alien than ours. GOTANA-
Retz: Star of the night, Star of the day, Come to take my tears away. Make my life always bright. It's a child's prayer.
Janeway: To Voyager? GOTANA-
Retz: Yes.
Janeway: I hope you're not disappointed. GOTANA-
Retz: How often does your very first dream come true? Of course I'll help you.
Emh: The information I brought back is in Voyager's database. Seven of Nine has been trying to make sense of it. She'll welcome your assistance. GOTANA-
Retz: Mountain or Lakeside?
Emh: Mountain, of course. Don't tell me you're a Lakeside supporter. GOTANA-
Retz: You really were on the surface.
Emh: How are they doing this season? GOTANA-
Retz: Not good. Five wins, twelve losses.
Emh: I don't believe it! Who's guarding for them? GOTANA-
Retz: Torelius.
Emh: Any relation to the Torelius? GOTANA-
Retz: His grandson.
Emh: I saw the original defend for Mountain in the playoffs against Red River. GOTANA-
Retz: That was before I was born.
Emh: He would have gone into voluntary exile after a 5-12 season.
Retz: This information is out of date. We were far more advanced than this when I left. I can help you correct it.
Seven: Very well. GOTANA-
Retz: Let's start with the geological data. The seismic detectors back then were off by a variance of three point eight.
Seven: A simple conversion will compensate for that. GOTANA-
Retz: Does every planet look like ours?
Seven: None that I've seen. Your world appears to be unique. GOTANA-
Retz: If we're so out of step with everything else, we'll never be able to explore space the way you have.
Seven: You're a highly adaptable species. Your scientists will find a way to compensate for the temporal differential. GOTANA-
Retz: They'd better do it before you leave. Without the Sky Ship up above them, my people might lose interest in progress. There wouldn't be anything left to reach for.
Seven: Perhaps they'll miss Voyager so much, they'll do everything they can to follow us. GOTANA-
Retz: Maybe so. What was that?
Seven: An antimatter implosion. Your world is experimenting with warp technology. The sensors detected an early test. Another test, six weeks later, and a third. More controlled each time. They're learning quickly. Too quickly.
Paris: What was that?
Tuvok: Unknown, but our shields are down to eighty two percent. Sixty four percent.
Kim: I don't know what's causing it. There's nothing on sensors.
Janeway: Janeway to Seven of Nine.
Seven: Go ahead, Captain.
Janeway: Are you picking up
Janeway: Anything in Astrometrics?
Seven: The inhabitants appear to have developed antimatter torpedo technology.
Seven: I believe we're under attack.
Tuvok: Another direct hit. Shields at forty nine percent. GOTANA-
Retz: Captain, I apologize for this attack. They have no right.
Janeway: Unfortunately, they've got every right. GOTANA-
Retz: Let me talk to them.
Chakotay: We've already tried to hail them. It doesn't look like they're able to receive our transmissions. GOTANA-
Retz: They still don't know about the time differential.
Tuvok: A logical assumption. Shields down to thirty four percent.
Kim: The torpedoes are being fired at three day intervals. They're making refinements each time, increasing the detonation yield.
Paris: Captain, isn't it time we returned fire?
Chakotay: We've done enough damage to these people over the last thousand years.
Janeway: You've got to go back. It's the only way. Make them understand who we are. You have the specifications of this ship. Your scientists might be able to use them to help free us. At the very least, get them to hold their fire.
Kim: Captain, the transporters are offline.
Janeway: Is his vessel still intact?
Kim: The docking port hasn't been hit yet.
Janeway: Good luck.
Emh: This will accelerate your metabolic functions, help you make the transition. GOTANA-
Retz: Thank you for everything, Doctor.
Emh: It was a pleasure to treat a fellow citizen. Would you do me a favor? GOTANA-
Retz: Certainly.
Emh: Find out what happened to a boy named Jason Tabreez. He lived in the Central Protectorate. GOTANA-
Retz: Jason? An unusual name.
Emh: Yes. He was my son. GOTANA-
Retz: But you're a hologram.
Emh: It's a long story. He's dead by now, but perhaps you could discover what happened to him. Maybe he had children or grandchildren. You could tell them about me. GOTANA-
Retz: I will.
Retz: Orbital One to Launch Control, please respond. Launch Control, please respond.
Weather Coordinator: Who is this? GOTANA-
Retz: Pilot First Rank, Gotana-Retz.
Weather Coordinator: Clear the channel or I'm going to report you to the command center. GOTANA-
Retz: Is this Launch Control?
Weather Coordinator: I'm the weather coordinator for Station zero zero four. You're in violation of transmission regulations. GOTANA-
Retz: Please, listen to me. I'm trying to reach Launch Control.
Weather Coordinator: Let me guess. You finally decided to come home. You're Gotana-Retz? GOTANA-
Retz: Gotana-Retz, yes. Now, please transfer me to Launch Control.
Weather Coordinator: Launch Control became the Tactical Command Center fifty years ago. You're dead. GOTANA-
Retz: I've been inside the Sky Ship.
Weather Coordinator: Then it's a good thing you decided to leave. They're about to shoot it down. GOTANA-
Retz: I've got to speak with them.
Weather Coordinator: Tactical Command frequencies are classified. Now get off this channel. GOTANA-
Retz: If you ever wanted to report more than the weather, now is your chance. Tell them to clear Central Lake of all traffic. Orbital One is coming in for a landing.
Tuvok: Shields at twenty three percent. Seventeen percent. Shields are down.
Paris: What was that last one?
Kim: A tricobalt device.
Paris: What will they think of next?
Tuvok: Damage reports coming in. Imminent hull breeches on decks eight, nine and ten. Life support is failing.
Janeway: Our astronaut should have made it by now.
Kim: Based on his descent velocity, he landed about ten minutes ago.
Chakotay: That's a year and a half.
Janeway: Then he must have failed.
Tuvok: I'm picking up another launch. Two massive energy signatures.
Chakotay: Tricobalt devices?
Tuvok: Unknown.
Janeway: Brace yourselves.
Tuvok: We're in some kind of tractor beam.
Paris: Captain, if I alternate thrusters I might be able to break us free.
Janeway: No. Let's give our friends the benefit of the doubt.
Kim: They're pulling us away from the planet.
Tuvok: We've broken orbit.
Janeway: Try hailing them. GOTANA-
Retz: It's good to see you all again.
Chakotay: Looks like somebody down there listened to you. GOTANA-
Retz: I'm sorry it took so long.
Janeway: Now we can make first contact the proper way. GOTANA-
Retz: Unfortunately that won't be possible. A temporal compensator. It allows me to exist in your time frame without actually leaving my own, but only for a few minutes. I'm afraid it'll be a while before my people actually join the rest of the galaxy.
Tuvok: Captain, we'll be able to bring the warp drive back online in approximately two hours.
Janeway: Very good. Thank you. GOTANA-
Retz: I feel like I'm saying goodbye to an old friend.


Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 53556.4. We've towed a damaged vessel aboard and are attempting to repair it while the Doctor treats the Qomarian crew, who have suffered minor injuries.
Abarca: Stay away.
Emh: If you don't cooperate, I can't treat you.
Abarca: When we agreed to be examined by this ship's medical officer, we didn't know that you were a primitive computer matrix.
Emh: I assure you there is nothing primitive about me. I am programmed to perform more than five million medical procedures.
Abarca: Does that include bloodletting?
Emh: No, but I'll be happy to add it to my repertoire.
Tincoo: We are ready to return to our ship. Could you contact one of your superiors?
Emh: Doctor to the Captain. Please report to Sickbay.
Janeway: Already on my way.
Emh: The Captain is coming here now. If you want to talk to her, you can have a seat.
Tincoo: It is a very irritating program.
Abarca: Maybe we can disable its speech subroutines.
Emh: You're not authorized to do that!
Janeway: How are our guests?
Emh: Their injuries are minor. Unfortunately, I can't say the same for their lack of manners.
Janeway: Doctor.
Abarca: What is the status of our ship?
Janeway: To be honest, we're having a little trouble understanding your technology.
Abarca: The problem is your technology. Interference from your antiquated scanning devices shut down our propulsion system.
Tincoo: Forgive us, Captain. We live in a closed system. We are not accustomed to interacting with other species, especially inferior ones.
Janeway: Well then, I guess we'll leave the repairs in your superior hands.
Abarca: Our injuries will have to be treated first. Is there someone other than this hologram who could help us?
Janeway: No one who's better qualified.
Tincoo: Very well.
Janeway: Try to bear with our deficiencies just a little longer.
Emh: This way, please. I've been working on the railroad, all the live long day. I've been working on the railroad, just to pass the time away.
Abarca: What is that?
Emh: This? A hypospray.
Abarca: No. What you were doing.
Emh: Preparing your medication.
Tincoo: No. With your voice.
Emh: You mean singing?
Tincoo: Singing.
Abarca: Do it again.
Tincoo: Yes, do it again.
Emh: Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah, someone's in the kitchen I know. Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah, strummin' on the old banjo and singing Fee fi fiddly i o, Fee fi fiddly i o, Fee fi fiddly i o. Strummin' on the old banjo.
Tincoo: It is a unique mathematical variation.
Abarca: Difficult to quantify.
Tincoo: How do you suppose the algorithms are generated?
Abarca: Maybe it's a fractal.
Tincoo: Or waveform calculus?
Emh: Do you mean to say a culture as superior as yours has never heard music of any kind?
Tincoo: There are other kinds of music?
Emh: Of course. The little ditty I just sang is an early American folk song. But countless cultures have produced thousands of types of music. Instrumental, choral, orchestral.
Abarca: What is the purpose of this music? Is it an encryption code of some kind?
Emh: There is a mathematical component to music, but primarily it's a form of artistic expression.
Tincoo: Artistic expression?
Emh: Using sounds and images to convey ideas and emotions.
Abarca: Why would anyone do that?
Emh: Well, to communicate their feelings.
Abarca: Can't they do that through speech?
Emh: Yes, but music is much more expressive and entertaining.
Tincoo: You mean to say that this music is recreational?
Emh: It does have other applications. As a matter of fact, I've recently been doing some research into its therapeutic properties. But, yes, primarily we use it for enjoyment.
Abarca: We? You mean to say others aboard your ship are capable of producing this phenomenon?
Emh: Well, maybe not with my level of expertise, but there are quite a few members of this crew who possess musical skills.
Tincoo: Maybe we judged this culture too quickly.
Emh: Our database contains the works of thousands of musicians and composers. If you'd like, I could download some selections for you.
Tincoo: Could you sing them for us?
Janeway: Captain's log, supplemental. The Qomar have completed repairs to their ship and, surprisingly, have invited us to visit their system. Apparently, it's no longer closed to outsiders.
Janeway: Harry, can you make sense of any of this?
Kim: We're picking up thousands of subspace transmissions, all encrypted differently.
Paris: Between the satellites and the spacecraft, it's like navigating an obstacle course.
Chakotay: With all this traffic, the Qomar might not even know we're here.
Tuvok: Apparently, they do. We are being hailed.
Tincoo: Captain, you now have the privilege of meeting Prelate Koru.
Koru: Welcome to the Qomar Planetary Alliance.
Janeway: Thank you, Prelate. We're looking forward to learning more about your culture.
Koru: Our civilization is no doubt intimidating. We'll do what we can to avoid overwhelming you during your stay.
Janeway: I appreciate that. I understand we're not as advanced as you, but we're fast learners, and we'd like to
Koru: We want to learn more about the algorithmic expressions you call music.
Janeway: We're prepared to give you complete access to our musical database, as well
Koru: Your Emergency Medical Hologram. We'd consider an exchange of technology, if you give us complete access to this device.
Janeway: I believe he's made some recordings.
Koru: No, not recordings.
Janeway: How about a recital?
Koru: Recital?
Janeway: A live performance. We can put together a program of various styles of music.
Koru: Will the Emergency Medical Hologram sing?
Janeway: He'll be the star attraction.
Emh: Dio, che nell'alma infondere amor volesti e speme, desio nel core accendere Tu dei di liberta.
Emh: Thank you. You're very kind. That was a selection from the opera Don Carlos, composed by Giuseppe Verdi a towering figure in Earth's musical history. Another human musical form is called jazz, which has flourished since the early twentieth century. Mathematically, you'll find the rhythmic structures quite interesting, particularly the use of syncopation, which is said to make the music swing. You may also notice some fascinating trigonometric functions in the counterpoint, but I suppose I'm going off on a tangent, aren't I?
Emh: So, without further ado, I give you Harry Kim and the Kimtones!
Abarca: We wish to hear the Doctor.
Tincoo: Yes, the Doctor.
Paris: Doc, they're dying up there. You've got to do something.
Emh: Pick up the tempo. That old black magic has me in its spell. That old black magic that you weave so well. Those icy fingers up and down my spine. The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine. The same old tingle that I feel inside. And then that elevator starts its ride, And down and down I go. Round and round I go, Like a leaf that's caught in the tide.
Paris: Well, if you like jazz, you're going to love rock 'n' roll. It was one of the twentieth century's greatest inventions.
Abarca: Does the Doctor sing rock 'n' roll?
Chakotay: I wouldn't say it's his favorite genre.
Paris: No, he's more of an opera man.
Abarca: As am I.
Vinka: Aren't you one of the musicians?
Kim: Harry Kim.
Vinka: Vinka.
Kim: Welcome aboard Voyager. Er, if you'd like to see the rest of the ship, I'd be happy to give you a tour.
Vinka: Maybe later. I was wondering if you could introduce me to the Doctor.
Janeway: Congratulations, Doctor, you stole the show.
Emh: Thank you, Captain, but I can't take all the credit. There was something in the air. A certain magic. It was one of those rare moments when audience and performer become one.
Koru: Doctor.
Emh: Prelate. Tincoo.
Koru: I will introduce your singing to more of our people.
Emh: I'm flattered.
Koru: You will perform on our planet.
Emh: I'd consider it an honor, but you'll have to negotiate the terms with my representative.
Koru: I don't understand.
Janeway: I believe the Doctor is referring to me, Prelate. Another concert would mean extending our stay. When would you want to schedule the performance?
Koru: As soon as possible.
Tincoo: The Doctor could perform in one of the lecture halls at the university.
Emh: I'm not sure a lecture hall would meet the acoustic requirements.
Tincoo: I'll help you make whatever modifications you think are necessary.
Janeway: Sounds like you've got yourself a booking, Doctor.
Emh: I'd like to reproduce a backdrop which was used in a production of Pagliacci at Teatro de la Scala, Earth's most famous opera house.
Tincoo: It's beautiful.
Emh: Your taste in design is as refined as your taste in music.
Tincoo: We'll replicate it for you.
Emh: Excellent, but we still have the problem with the sight lines.
Torres: What's wrong with the sight lines?
Emh: If you consider the height of the average Qomar, it's obvious that anyone seated in the back five rows will have an obstructed view.
Torres: You're right. They won't be able to see anything but the top of your head. The glare could blind them.
Emh: You'll have to excuse Lieutenant Torres. Her appreciation of music is limited to a smattering of Klingon drinking songs. We'll have to increase the rake of the floor by five degrees.
Torres: You really think they're going to redesign an entire building just to appeal to your vanity?
Emh: Vanity has nothing to do with it, Lieutenant. I'm concerned about my audience.
Tincoo: We are prepared to make whatever changes the Doctor thinks are necessary.
Emh: Thank you, Tincoo. While we're at it, Lieutenant, I'll need some help with my wardrobe.
Torres: I'm an Engineer, not a costume designer.
Emh: I'd like you to make an adjustment to my mobile emitter that will allow me to make quick changes between songs.
Tincoo: That sounds exciting.
Emh: Oh, it will be. I plan to segue from Don Juan to Rigoletto in the blink of an eye. It will be a triumph of
Torres: Arrogance and self-absorption? Just trying to help.
Tincoo: Your crewmates don't seem to appreciate your abilities.
Emh: You've noticed that too?
Tincoo: That must be very frustrating for you.
Emh: You have no idea.
Tincoo: We'll be starting in two minutes.
Emh: I'd better get into costume.
Emh: How do I look?
Tincoo: You look perfect.
Emh: I wish I had a subroutine to eliminate pre-show jitters.
Tincoo: I could help you add one to your program.
Emh: You're very sweet. I'm just a little nervous.
Tincoo: Why?
Emh: I'm about to expose your entire culture to music for the first time. The responsibility is enormous.
Tincoo: Your performance tonight will be transmitted to hundreds of millions of people.
Emh: Is that supposed to help me relax?
Tincoo: It's time.
Janeway: Report.
Kim: I didn't order Red alert, Captain.
Janeway: Well, someone did.
Kim: The command originated in Astrometrics.
Seven: Seven of Nine to the Captain. I've found evidence that the Qomar are attempting to sabotage Voyager.
Janeway: On my way.
Janeway: What have you got?
Seven: I believe the Qomar are attempting to disable our comm. system.
Janeway: How?
Seven: By overloading it with millions of teraquads of irrelevant data.
Janeway: What do you mean by irrelevant?
Janeway: They're transmissions, all addressed to the Doctor.
Seven: Precisely. I've only been able to decipher a small fraction of them so far, but they include invitations to social and scientific functions, requests for personal encounters, and cloying tributes to the Doctor's talents.
Janeway: Computer, stand down Red alert. This isn't sabotage, Seven. This is fan mail.
Seven: Fan mail?
Janeway: People who admire performers are called fans.
Seven: The word, I believe, derives from fanatic.
Janeway: Exactly.
Seven: Why would the Doctor inspire fanaticism among the Qomar?
Janeway: Music is new to them. Clearly, they're very excited about it.
Seven: This glorification of the individual is irrational. The Doctor is merely reproducing the work of others. Why do his fans fixate solely on him?
Janeway: I suppose he's the embodiment of what they admire. He can do something they can't. That makes him special.
Seven: Perhaps, but that doesn't explain their interest in the minutiae of the Doctor's life. What does he do in his spare time? To how many decimal places can he calculate pi? This one wants to know his favorite quadratic equation.
Janeway: People have always fantasized about knowing celebrities personally. I suppose it's a way of making themselves feel more important.
Tuvok: Tuvok to Janeway.
Janeway: Go ahead.
Tuvok: We have a security problem on deck two.
Janeway: On my way. Just think, Seven. As personal friends of the Doctor, we're the envy of millions of Qomar.
Tuvok: Our efforts to accommodate them have gotten out of hand.
Janeway: I guess their interest in the Doctor is greater than we expected.
Tuvok: Much greater. I recommend we refuse all further requests for transport from the surface.
Janeway: Agreed.
Tuvok: And we should evacuate these visitors immediately. They're interfering with normal ship's functions.
Janeway: Tuvok, when have functions aboard this ship ever been normal?
Emh: Dio, che nell'alma infondere amor volesti e spemeEMH + HOLO-
Emh: Desio nel core accendere tu dei di liberta.
Emh: Thank you for coming. Please accept this eight by ten by four singing replica of me.
Neelix: One at a time, one at a time. Now, please, do not touch the Doctor's mobile emitter. Captain, isn't this exciting?
Janeway: I'm not sure that's the word I'd use for it. Excuse me. Sorry, excuse me.
Emh: I'm sorry, Captain, but you'll have to wait your turn like everybody else.
Janeway: I'm not here for an autograph. We need to talk.
Janeway: I'm glad you're enjoying yourself Doctor, but this is getting a little excessive.
Emh: I'm only doing what I can to ensure that first contact with the Qomar goes smoothly.
Janeway: Does that include using our replicator reserves to create miniaturized versions of yourself?
Emh: I would never do such a thing. As a matter of fact, the Qomar have devoted an entire holo-processing plant to manufacturing them for me.
Janeway: I see. Well in any case, you've been neglecting your Sickbay duties. I haven't received a report in three days.
Emh: Oh, come now, Kathryn. It's not as though there's been a flood of medical emergencies.
Janeway: I wasn't aware we were on a first name basis.
Emh: I, I meant Captain. I'm sorry.
Janeway: Oh, that's perfectly all right, Doctor, or do you prefer Maestro?
Emh: Oh, please. Either is acceptable.
Janeway: Well, then, let me make it clear to both of you. Maestro, you're finished for today. Doctor, report to Sickbay. Now.
Paris: Well, well, well. If it isn't the wandering minstrel.
Emh: What's the nature of their medical emergencies?
Paris: Apparently, these two young ladies became dizzy and disoriented while waiting in line to see you.
Emh: I'll take over from here.
Paris: Be careful, Doc. You seem to be hazardous to the Qomars' health.
Vinka: I'm Vinka.
Azen: I'm Azen.
Emh: Hmm. Neither of you appears to be ill.
Vinka: We wanted to meet you in a more intimate setting.
Azen: So we told your security officer we were sick.
Emh: Sickbay is for medical treatment only. I'm afraid you'll have to leave.
Vinka: But there's so much about you we want to know.
Azen: Yes, you're a very stimulating hologram.
Emh: If you're here for a replica, they're available in the mess hall.
Azen: We don't want a replica.
Vinka: We want the full sized version.
Emh: I'm flattered, really, but if you don't leave now I'll have to call Security.
Vinka: I'll bet you can calculate pi to over a thousand digits.
Emh: Security to Sickbay.
Azen: Have you ever balanced simultaneous equations?
Emh: Computer, deactivate Emergency Medical Hologram.
Tincoo: Here you are.
Emh: I needed to find some peace and quiet.
Tincoo: I want to show you something.
Emh: What's this?
Tincoo: You inspired me to create my own musical composition. It's based on the intersection of two fractals.
Emh: Tincoo, this is extraordinary.
Tincoo: I created it for you.
Emh: I don't know what to say.
Tincoo: Will you sing it?
Emh: I'm not sure I can. It's very complex. The melody's lovely, but some of these notes are well beyond the human vocal range.
Tincoo: You are not human.
Emh: No, but
Tincoo: I can help you reconfigure your vocal processors.
Emh: I don't think there's time. My last concert's tomorrow.
Tincoo: Why does it have to be your last concert?
Emh: Because Voyager is scheduled to depart.
Tincoo: Stay here with us.
Emh: I have responsibilities on Voyager.
Tincoo: They're a resourceful crew. I'm certain they will find a way to compensate for your absence.
Emh: I'm not so sure about that. But even if they could, Voyager's the only life I've ever known. The crew are my friends.
Tincoo: But they don't appreciate you the way we do. You know that. You could have a new life here as a performer, surrounded by people who admire and respect your talent.
Emh: It's very tempting, but
Tincoo: By any mathematical standard, the medical care of a hundred and fifty people cannot compare to the cultural enrichment of millions.
Emh: You can't always explain things with an equation, Tincoo.
Tincoo: What about the simplest equation of them all? One plus one.
Emh: I don't understand.
Tincoo: The time you have been here has been the most stimulating of my life.
Emh: I feel the same way about my time with you.
Tincoo: Then stay here with me.
Janeway: You're resigning your commission?
Emh: I've been asked to stay.
Janeway: When this all started, I thought you might have a little harmless fun, and that you'd be responsible enough to keep it in perspective. I can see now that I was mistaken.
Emh: This isn't harmless fun for me, Captain. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity to realize a dream.
Janeway: What about your duty to Voyager?
Emh: I take that very seriously, but
Janeway: You're a part of this ship.
Emh: You sound as if you're talking about a piece of equipment.
Janeway: That's not what I meant.
Emh: Then shouldn't I be given the same respect as any flesh and blood member of this crew?
Janeway: Every member of this crew is expected to fulfill his obligations.
Emh: If Harry Kim met an alien woman on an away mission, fell in love, and decided to spend the rest of his life with her, raise a family instead of continuing on this journey, you wouldn't stand in his way.
Janeway: You're not Harry Kim. You're an Emergency Medical Hologram.
Emh: Then you do see me as a piece of technology.
Janeway: I have given you extraordinary freedom, to explore your creativity, to go on away missions, to pursue personal relationships, but enough is enough.
Emh: Why? Because you don't see me as an equal, and you never have. Admit it.
Janeway: I am responsible for the medical needs of this crew. If I let you leave, what kind of captain would I be?
Emh: Every other Starfleet officer chose to be here, but I never had a choice, until now. I've given this crew everything for five years. Isn't it worth anything? Haven't I earned the right to self-determination? You've lost other systems before and always managed to find a solution. You'll manage without me.
Janeway: What about you? Will you manage without us?
Emh: The Qomar are a technologically advanced species. I have no doubt that my maintenance requirements will be met.
Janeway: Now which one of us is looking at you as a piece of technology? I'm not talking about your maintenance needs. I'm talking about your emotional needs. You've got people on this ship who care about you.
Emh: The Qomar certainly seem to care about me.
Janeway: And when their tastes change?
Emh: What makes you think that's going to happen?
Janeway: Fame is often temporary.
Emh: This isn't just about fame.
Janeway: Oh, really?
Emh: If you must know, there's a woman involved. One who appreciates me in a way no one on this crew ever has.
Janeway: Well, it sounds like you'll have everything you need.
Emh: I believe I will.
Janeway: I hope so, Doctor. Because once Voyager's gone, you won't be able to change your mind.
Emh: That's a risk I'm willing to take.
Janeway: As your Captain, I should refuse this resignation. But as your friend, it wouldn't be right to stand in your way.
Emh: And you can't let the Captain ignore her health. She's notorious for finding any excuse to miss her appointments.
Paris: I'll send her weekly reminders.
Emh: And when Mister Neelix becomes convinced that he's suffering from the Toluncan ague, which he does every flu season, don't argue with him, just give him a placebo.
Paris: Doc, I've been assisting you for three years. I know the drill.
Emh: Yes, I suppose you do. Remember, I'll be within comm. range for at least another month, so if any problems should arise.
Paris: Doc, you're not really going to do this, are you?
Emh: I would have thought you of all people would be glad to see me go.
Paris: Are you kidding? Who am I going to torment after you're gone?
Emh: Well, I've got some more goodbyes. I'll check in with you before I leave.
Paris: I'll be here, redecorating your office.
Emh: Hello, Seven. I wanted to see you before I left. I've downloaded some social lessons we haven't covered yet. There are seventeen new chapters.
Seven: Does one of them include instructions for ending a friendship?
Emh: Our friendship's not over, Seven.
Seven: It will be difficult to maintain if we never see each other again.
Emh: I know it'll be hard for you when I'm gone.
Seven: I will adapt.
Emh: Yes, I suppose you will. But it'll be hard for me.
Seven: Why? You're getting everything you've ever wanted.
Emh: I thought you'd be the first one to understand my desire to grow as an individual.
Seven: What I don't understand is why you can't do that aboard Voyager.
Emh: I feel I've accomplished all I can here. Oh, there's the occasional medical mystery that challenges my programming, but mostly it's become routine. And frankly, I feel my talents are often taken for granted. But when I'm standing on that stage performing, and I see those rapt faces in the audience, I feel I finally know what it's like to be made of flesh and blood.
Seven: You simply crave attention, applause, fan mail.
Emh: What if I do?
Seven: Those things are irrelevant.
Emh: To you, maybe. But to me, it makes me feel appreciated, even loved. Not for what I've been programmed to do, but for who I've become.
Kim: Doctor, you're receiving a transmission.
Emh: Route it to Cargo Bay two.
Tincoo: Doctor, this is Tincoo. I want to see you immediately. I have something to show you.
Emh: What is it?
Tincoo: A surprise. I think you'll be very pleased.
Emh: I'll beam down as soon as I can. Seven.
Seven: You shouldn't keep your fans waiting.
Tincoo: Thank you for being so prompt.
Emh: Of course. What's the surprise?
Tincoo: I had an inspiration.
Emh: Another musical composition?
Tincoo: Better.
Emh: What's this?
Tincoo: I've solved all our problems.
Emh: I wasn't aware that we had any.
Tincoo: Well, you were reluctant to leave your ship, and you also doubted your ability to sing my composition, so I created a superior holomatrix.
Emh: I don't understand.
Tincoo: It's simple. Now you can stay aboard Voyager, and he can sing for us. Listen.
Emh: You can't make a superior singer simply by creating a new matrix.
Qomar Hologram: I beg to differ. My vocal processors are enhanced with polyphonic sequencers. I am not only capable of singing notes well beyond your limited range, I can produce multi-harmonic overtones through the use of amplitude vacilla
Tincoo: Why did you do that?
Emh: Tincoo, music is more than mathematics. And I am much more than a program with musical subroutines. All of my experience, all of my passion, goes into every note that I sing. When you listen to me, when my singing moves you, you're not just hearing notes. You're hearing my artistry. My soul.
Tincoo: I've duplicated that, too.
Emh: I thought you wanted me.
Tincoo: I did, but now I've developed a far more sophisticated piece of technology.
Emh: Technology.
Tincoo: I thought you would be pleased. You seemed reluctant to leave your ship.
Emh: You told me that the time you had spent with me was the most stimulating of your life.
Tincoo: It was. You inspired me to do my greatest work.
Emh: But I thought
Tincoo: Yes?
Emh: That you and I
Tincoo: What?
Emh: Well, I suppose I'm no longer on the bill tomorrow.
Tincoo: Of course you are. It will be your farewell performance.
Emh: Of course.
Torres: You wanted to see me?
Emh: I need your clearance code to delete my medical database.
Torres: You sure you want to do that? If you give one of your fans a heart attack you won't be able to resuscitate him.
Emh: I need more space in my matrix.
Torres: For what?
Emh: To expand my musical subroutines so that I can sing this composition.
Torres: Well, I'm surprised you're asking me for help. I recall your saying that my appreciation for music was limited to a smattering of Klingon drinking songs.
Emh: Please, B'Elanna, I'm asking you as a friend. Everything depends on this.
Torres: What's so important about this composition?
Emh: Tincoo wrote it for me.
Torres: Your girlfriend?
Emh: I wouldn't call her that.
Torres: Don't tell me you two had a fight.
Emh: Let's just say she doesn't appreciate me quite as much as I thought she did. But that will all change. Once I perform this, she will see me for the artist I truly am.
Torres: Look, Doc, I don't know anything about this woman or why she doesn't appreciate you, and I may not be an expert on music, but I'm a pretty good engineer. I can expand your musical subroutines all you like. I can even reprogram you to be a whistling teapot. But, if I do that, it won't be you anymore.
Emh: Tonight, I was planning to perform a song composed by one of your own people. When you consider she heard music for the first time only a few days ago, it's an extraordinary accomplishment. But although it's a very beautiful composition, I'm afraid it's beyond my abilities. So instead, I'm going to sing an old Neapolitan ballad. It's a song about lost love. Sotto la grónda della torre antica, una róndine amica a lo sbocciar del almondo or lui tornata. Ritorni tutti l'anni sempre alla stessa data, monti e mari sa varca per tornar. Solo amore quando fugenda lontana sper invano, ma non torni piu. Sper invano ma non torna piu.
Tincoo: Thank you, Doctor. That was fascinating. It is because of your inspiration that I can now present to you a new and exciting musical program. A singing holographic matrix designed specifically to extend the range of humanoid vocal capabilities, singing my own musical composition.
Janeway: Come in.
Emh: Good morning, Captain.
Janeway: What's this?
Emh: A formal request to be reinstated.
Janeway: So you've taken off your tails and put them between your legs.
Emh: Yes, ma'am.
Janeway: You offended a lot of people who care about you.
Emh: I know. I was a fool. I'm sorry. And I'm willing to do whatever I can to rectify the situation. Starting with the deletion of all my musical subroutines.
Janeway: Permission denied.
Emh: But, Captain
Janeway: No buts, Doctor. You're expected to follow orders just like every other flesh and blood member of this crew. Resume your normal activities. All of them.
Emh: Yes, ma'am.
Janeway: Dismissed.
Emh: Oh, Seven, I didn't see you. I suppose you've come to gloat.
Seven: I have something for you.
Emh: What is it?
Seven: Fan mail.
Emh: Delete it. I don't want to read another word.
Seven: Then I'll read it for you.
Emh: Seven.
Seven: Dear Doctor. I regret that your last performance was not as successful as you'd hoped. There are still those who appreciate your unique talents and admire you as an individual. I'll always consider myself your loyal fan.
Emh: Who's it from?
Seven: It's signed Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix zero one.
Emh: I've been working on the railroad, All the livelong day. I've been working on the railroad, Just to pass the time away. Can't you hear the whistle blowing? Rise up so early in the morn.


Kim: Who left their dirty plate in the replicator? Tom?
Paris: It wasn't me.
Kim: It's a biohazard.
Paris: Take it easy. We'll decontaminate you when we get back home.
Kim: If I ever volunteer for a two week away mission again, would somebody please confine me to Sickbay?
Chakotay: Too much togetherness for you, Harry?
Kim: Nothing personal, Commander.
Neelix: To tell you the truth, I've enjoyed our little junket together. It's given the four of us a chance to bond.
Kim: The bonding stopped when the sonic shower went offline.
Neelix: That's all part of the experience, the adventure. Think of the great explorers that came before us. They survived without creature comforts.
Kim: I wouldn't want to bunk with them, either.
Paris: Now there's a sight for sore eyes.
Chakotay: Delta Flyer to Voyager. We're on our approach.
Janeway: We've kept a candle burning in the window for you.
Paris: Forget the candles, break out the champagne.
Janeway: I take it the mission was a success?
Paris: Fifteen planets scanned in fourteen days. We've got a cargo hold overflowing with dilithium ore.
Janeway: That's the kind of news I like to hear.
Emh: The explorers return.
Torres: Welcome home.
Paris: I should go away more often.
Kim: I'm not going away for a long, long time.
Torres: Homesick, Harry?
Kim: Let's just say I'm looking forward to a hot shower and a comfortable bed.
Emh: Don't forget to stop by Sickbay for your check-up.
Paris: Check-up? For what?
Emh: Away team protocol. Crew members are required to submit to a physical if the mission lasts more than two weeks. Now, who's first?
Chakotay: I'll let you know in the morning, Doctor.
Emh: Why put off till tomorrow what you can do today? Commander? Mister Paris?
Torres: I've been working on a little surprise for you.
Paris: Oh? Naughty, or nice?
Torres: Close your eyes.
Paris: I like it already.
Torres: Come on. So what do you think?
Paris: Oh! A television set.
Torres: Circa 1956. I replicated the components, but I assembled it myself. This is the remote control. You select what you want to watch by pressing this button.
Paris: A slight problem. There were no remote controls in the 1950's.
Torres: I took a little poetic license.
Paris: Cartoon!
Torres: I found them in the ship's database.
Tv: Vacuum Action! Mop, mop, don't stop
Paris: What's that?
Torres: That is called a jingle. According to the research I did, they inserted them into the entertainment programs. I know, it's confusing, but I kept them in for authenticity. I even replicated popcorn.
Paris: Everything is perfect except for one tiny detail.
Torres: What?
Paris: You forgot the beer.
Torres: I can fix that.
Torres: You didn't miss much while you were away. The Doctor gave a lecture on insects indigenous to the Delta Quadrant.
Paris: Ah ha.
Torres: It was pretty boring, until Ensign Farley started snoring and then no one could keep a straight face. Of course, the Doctor wasn't at all amused.
Paris: Ooo! Hockey!
Torres: It was a shame that we had to cut the lecture short, but the warp core overloaded and then the Borg invaded and we were all assimilated.
Paris: Mmm hmm.
Torres: You haven't heard a single thing I've said, have you?
Paris: Oh! Look at that!
Torres: Maybe this was a bad idea.
Tv: This is Eliot Ness. Come out, we don't want any trouble!
Tv: We're under attack. Stay down. Keep moving. Somebody cover me.
Tv: We need a medic over here. Stay down. Move it. Stay low.
Soldier: I said hold your fire!
Soldier 2: I need a medic.
Soldier: Keep moving.
Torres: Tom?
Torres: Tom? Tom. It must have been one hell of a dream.
Paris: I was, I was in the middle of a battlefield. I was grazed right, right here. They always said television was a bad influence.
Torres: How about a nice cartoon? That should chase away the nightmare.
Paris: No! No, I think I've had enough.
Emh: It sounds like you had an anxiety attack.
Kim: I've never been claustrophobic before.
Emh: There's a first time for everything.
Kim: Do you know what could have caused it?
Emh: Let's see. You spend two weeks on an away mission, working eighteen hour days, then as soon as you return to Voyager you become Ensign Eager, back on duty and raring to go.
Kim: I had work to do. There was a plasma leak on deck five.
Emh: Plasma leak or no plasma leak, you're suffering from exhaustion. I'm recommending you take the next two days off.
Kim: But I
Emh: I can always make it three.
Kim: You win. I guess I am pretty tired.
Naomi: Welcome back.
Neelix: Oh, hello.
Naomi: Did you have a good trip?
Neelix: Wonderful, thank you.
Naomi: You look tired.
Neelix: Do I? Just a little shuttle lag. Don't you have a geometry lesson? You don't want to keep your teacher waiting.
Naomi: Seven of Nine assigned me a special project. I'm supposed to build a tetragon but I have to use everyday things. I'm not allowed to use a replicator. I was thinking about using some vegetables from the airponics bay. Carrots and celery? Neelix?
Neelix: Carrots and celery. A good idea.
Naomi: Will you help me?
Neelix: I don't think I'll have time today.
Naomi: Tonight?
Neelix: I don't think that I'll have time then either. Lot of work to do.
Naomi: Then why don't I help you? What's cooking? Ouch!
Neelix: Let me see your hand!
Naomi: I'm okay.
Neelix: Your hand! We've got to get you to Sickbay.
Naomi: I'm fine.
Neelix: Sickbay!
Neelix: Get down. Stay behind me.
Naomi: What?
Neelix: I said get down!
Solder: I'm hit!
Soldier 2: Someone help me with this, please
Soldier 3: Keep moving. Move out to the left contingent.
Chakotay: Try not to move.
Dying Colonist: Get away from me.
Chakotay: I can help you.
Dying Colonist: I don't want your help.
Chakotay: Hold your fire. I said, hold your fire!
Soldier One: We're under attack, sir.
Chakotay: Saavdra, where is he?
Young Soldier: I think he's at base.
Soldier: Let's move out.
Chakotay: We were supposed to evacuate the colony, not destroy it!
Saavdra: That was before the Nakan started shooting.
Chakotay: They're civilians!
Saavdra: Civilians with particle weapons.
Tuvok: Tuvok to Commander Chakotay.
Tuvok: Commander, please respond.
Chakotay: Go ahead.
Tuvok: We have a security breach in the mess hall.
Chakotay: I'm on my way.
Neelix: Tell them to call off the attack.
Tuvok: Put down your weapon, Neelix. Let us help you.
Neelix: Stay away! I won't let you hurt her! Get back!
Tuvok: He appears to be hallucinating.
Chakotay: Neelix, this is Commander Chakotay. Let Naomi go. No one's going to hurt her. That's an order.
Neelix: No! Not until Saavdra's called off his attack.
Tuvok: There's a back entrance to the galley. If you can distract him, perhaps I
Chakotay: I want to try something first. Neelix, listen to me. It's okay, Saavdra ordered a cease-fire. The colony's secure. The battle is over.
Neelix: Why do I still hear weapons fire?
Chakotay: It's just a few soldiers. They're celebrating. The battle's over.
Naomi: Neelix, please.
Chakotay: I'll protect Naomi.
Neelix: How do I know you won't trick me?
Chakotay: Because I'm on your side. I want to end this conflict as much as you do. Let her go. It's safe now. The killing's over.
Emh: I gave him a mild sedative.
Janeway: Any idea what caused the delusions?
Emh: His norepinephrine levels are three times what they should be. Neurochemically speaking, he's suffering from a form of post-traumatic stress syndrome.
Chakotay: I dreamed I was fighting in an alien war. The same war Neelix seemed to be reliving.
Emh: Harry Kim was in earlier. He had an anxiety attack. I haven't spoken with Mister Paris yet.
Janeway: Three members of the same away team. Did you run into any kind of trouble while you were gone?
Chakotay: None. The mission was by the book.
Emh: Your engramatic activities contradict that, Commander. These are real memories, not mere dreams or hallucinations.
Janeway: Maybe you were abducted, manipulated into fighting. Our memories have been tampered with before. We're going to retrace your mission. Start reviewing the Delta Flyer's sensor logs. See if you come up with anything unusual. How long before Neelix is back on his feet?
Emh: I can wake him now, if you'd like.
Janeway: Do it. Each of you seems to hold a piece of the puzzle. Let's see if we can start putting them together.
Paris: I don't remember much, just bits and pieces. I dreamt I was on a planet in the middle of a battle. I have no idea how I got there. I can't remember.
Kim: When I was in the Jefferies tube I heard weapons fire, screams. People were screaming. I got so frightened.
Janeway: Of what?
Kim: I, I don't know.
Paris: I remember getting shot.
Emh: There's no evidence of a wound.
Chakotay: If our memories were wiped, our physical injuries could have been masked as well.
Janeway: Do any of you recall who you were fighting?
Neelix: It was dark. I couldn't see them very well.
Paris: They were firing at us.
Neelix: The Nakaa. The Nakana.
Kim: The Nakan. They were called the Nakan.
Paris: Right. Right. They, they lived in a remote colony. We were trying to evacuate them.
Neelix: But they were fighting us.
Kim: Why couldn't they just do what they were told?
Neelix: We had no right to be there!
Kim: It was for their own good.
Janeway: Gentlemen, stay focused. You said you were trying to evacuate their colony. Why?
Paris: Those were our orders.
Emh: Who gave them?
Chakotay: Saavdra.
Paris: Commander Saavdra.
Kim: He was in charge of our unit. We were part of an attack force.
Janeway: You were coerced.
Paris: No. No, I volunteered. We all did.
Emh: I find that difficult to believe. You were obviously manipulated somehow.
Neelix: No. No, no, no, no, I remember now. We held a briefing to plan the evacuation. You were there, Commander. Mister Paris.
Paris: It was a command post.
Kim: That's right. It was night, oh two hundred hours.
Chakotay: We'd been awake for days. We were exhausted.
Saavdra: What do our spotters report?
Kim: The Nakan are unarmed. They won't put up a fight.
Saavdra: Once we've disabled their shield generators, we'll deploy units five and six. They may be unarmed, but they won't be happy to see us. Don't provoke them. I want to come out of this with zero casualties on both sides.
Soldier One: Understood.
Paris: The perimeter's the weakest in sector fourteen. The terrain's very flat.
Neelix: It's an ideal landing spot for transports.
Saavdra: Once we've secured the village, take the colonists there. Get them aboard. Do your best to reassure them. Make them understand that this is a temporary relocation. That they're going to be back there in a few weeks. Understood?
Neelix: Aye, aye, sir.
Saavdra: Problem?
Chakotay: Just one. This unit could use a little sleep. I suggest we wait until daybreak.
Saavdra: I promised Command we'd have this colony secured today.
Chakotay: It can wait a few hours.
Saavdra: I'm sorry. But when this mission's over, how does a week on Toranius Prime sound?
Chakotay: Never been there.
Saavdra: Compared to this place, it's paradise.
Chakotay: The mission proceeded as planned. We disabled their shield generators and entered the colony.
Kim: We were rounding up the Nakan. To be honest, I expected them to give us a little more trouble.
Neelix: But then we came to the last enclosure. Do you remember the last enclosure? It was empty. Where were they? They were supposed to be there.
Paris: Twenty four colonists unaccounted for. We thought the spotters had made a mistake. We should have known something was wrong. We should have gotten out then.
Soldier: This way. Stay in line. Keep moving.
Chakotay: Evacuation detail to base. We're ready for transport.
Saavdra: Transport's on approach.
Female Colonist: I have to find my husband.
Paris: Don't worry. He'll be on one of the transports.
Female Colonist: Which one?
Paris: I don't know, but we'll find him.
Chakotay: Everybody down! Base, we're under attack. Repeat. We're under attack!
Paris: Those missing colonists, they were armed. They fired the first shots. It wasn't our fault!
Chakotay: We can't be sure of that. It could have been one of our own people. Fatigue. A phaser malfunction. You just don't know!
Neelix: Either way, it doesn't justify what we did.
Janeway: What did you do? What happened down there?
Chakotay: Keep moving. Stay together. Hold your fire!
Neelix: Stay down!
Chakotay: Stay together.
Kim: Stop running. Stop!
Neelix: Get down! Get down, get down, get down! Stop running! Stop running!
Kim: We didn't have any other choice.
Chakotay: Like hell we didn't.
Kim: They were wiping us out!
Chakotay: That didn't give us the right to murder civilians.
Neelix: I tried to protect the children, but I couldn't stop them from running away.
Kim: I ran too. Sounds of phaser fire. People shouting. I had to get out of there.
Woman: Please, don't hurt us.
Kim: Move where I can see you! Move!
Woman: Please, please, he's no threat to you.
Kim: Tell me how I can get out of these tunnels and I'll leave you alone. Tell me!
Woman: Go back the way you came. At the second fork take the tunnel to your left. Follow it to the end. It will lead you to the river.
Kim: He was going to kill me.
Paris: Easy, Harry.
Kim: They wouldn't listen! Why? Why wouldn't they listen?
Chakotay: We killed eighty two civilians that night. No one was left alive.
Janeway: Captain's log, supplemental. We've entered the system where the away team conducted its recent survey, hoping to find an explanation for their memories of the Nakan massacre.
Paris: Yeah. Yeah!
Torres: Missed you at breakfast.
Paris: I wasn't hungry.
Torres: Sleep a little?
Paris: Five, six minutes.
Torres: I found another episode of The Untouchables. Elliot Ness captures somebody named Al Caypone.
Paris: Capone. Maybe later.
Torres: Well, you've got to eat something. Pizza?
Paris: Look, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I'd rather just be alone.
Torres: Tom.
Paris: No. I don't want to be comforted right now.
Torres: I know the last few days have been difficult.
Paris: Difficult. Difficult doesn't quite cover it. I helped murder eighty two innocent people.
Torres: You don't know that.
Paris: I know what I remember.
Torres: The Doctor says your memories could have been altered.
Paris: I was there! When I close my eyes, I can see the bodies. I, I can hear the weapons fire. I can feel where I was shot.
Torres: Then why isn't there evidence of a wound?
Paris: I don't know!
Torres: All I'm asking is that you consider the possibility that this didn't happen. We'll keep investigating. There are sensor readings on the Delta Flyer that we haven't even analyzed yet.
Paris: I can't concentrate on sensor readings right now.
Torres: Try.
Paris: I can't! Stop pushing me! I don't want your help!
Paris: I'm sorry.
Torres: You know where to find me.
Seven: This was your first stop on the away mission. A class M planet with one natural satellite.
Janeway: Did you send anyone to the surface?
Chakotay: No, we only scanned for dilithium deposits. We were in orbit for less than an hour.
Janeway: Next.
Seven: You came into contact with this vessel en route to your second destination.
Chakotay: Captain Bathar of Hodos.
Janeway: Photogenic.
Chakotay: He's a merchant. Claimed to have a formula that stops the aging process.
Janeway: Oh, you didn't happen to buy any, did you?
Chakotay: It was only a tripolymer enzyme. It makes a great shoe polish though.
Janeway: Moving on.
Seven: Your second stop.
Janeway: Tarakis. The planet, it's called Tarakis. I've been here.
Janeway: What the hell are you doing?
Saavdra: Stand aside.
Janeway: They're already dead.
Saavdra: They were never here. We disabled their shield generators, entered the colony and they were gone.
Janeway: No one's going to believe that.
Saavdra: They will if we all keep to the same story.
Janeway: I won't lie about what happened here.
Saavdra: Then you say nothing.
Janeway: We murdered these people!
Saavdra: In self defense.
Janeway: If that were true, you wouldn't be vaporising the evidence. You don't have to listen to him! We've got to let people know we panicked. They'll understand!
Saavdra: No, they won't. Move away. I said, move away!
Janeway: Oh! How long have I been here?
Emh: Three hours. You started hallucinating in Astrometrics. I'm afraid I had to sedate you.
Janeway: I was there. I was at the colony with Saavdra.
Emh: You're not the only one. Thirty nine crew members have begun to experience the same memories.
Tuvok: It appears that the entire crew has been affected.
Emh: Their symptoms are identical. Increased engramatic activity, nightmares.
Janeway: I can imagine the away team being pulled into an alien conflict, but these people weren't anywhere near this system.
Tuvok: We've analyzed Voyager's sensor records. If we did participate in a war, all evidence of it has been erased.
Janeway: The dream was so vivid. As real as anything I've experienced. But I refuse to believe that we could
Emh: Real or not, the memories are having a deleterious effect on the crew. The syndrome began to spread once we entered this system. I suggest we reverse course before it gets worse.
Janeway: No. If this massacre really happened, someone is to blame. I want to be certain that it wasn't us.
Tuvok: With all due respect, your judgment may be clouded by feelings of guilt about an incident that never occurred. The danger to our crew here and now is indisputable.
Janeway: I've seen you looking better, Ensign.
Ensign: Yes, ma'am.
Janeway: I've felt better myself. But were going to get through this. The massacre took place on Tarakis. Go to Red alert and set a course.
Tuvok: Aye, Captain.
Emh: A neural suppressant. It will help keep the memories from resurfacing.
Seven: Your favorites. Talaxian stew and terra nut soufflé. The soufflé has collapsed slightly, but its nutritional content is intact.
Neelix: Thank you. It looks delicious.
Seven: When Naomi Wildman is sad, she consumes desserts. She claims it improves her emotional state. Perhaps you should try it.
Neelix: Naomi must be terrified of me, after what happened in the galley.
Seven: She's concerned about you. She told me she wants to visit you.
Neelix: No. Not like this. I might do something to scare her again.
Seven: I'll give her your regards.
Neelix: Seven? When you were a Borg, you were involved in some unpleasant activities.
Seven: I helped to assimilate millions.
Neelix: I don't mean to be insensitive, but do you ever feel shame about what you did?
Seven: Frequently.
Neelix: How to you manage to keep going, knowing that you've done such horrible things?
Seven: I have no choice.
Neelix: Guilt is irrelevant?
Seven: On the contrary. My feelings of remorse help me remember what I did, and prevent me from taking similar actions in the future. Guilt can be a difficult, but useful, emotion.
Neelix: It's certainly difficult. Is that chocolate mixed in there with the terra nuts?
Seven: I altered the recipe slightly. I hope you don't object.
Neelix: Not at all.
Paris: Tarakis, dead ahead.
Janeway: Shields. Stand by weapons. On screen. Scan for vessels.
Tuvok: There are none.
Janeway: Take us into orbit.
Paris: Ma'am?
Janeway: Do it, Mister Paris.
Chakotay: Life signs?
Tuvok: The planet appears to be uninhabited.
Kim: Looks the same as it did a few days ago when we scanned for dilithium deposits.
Chakotay: Signs of weapons fire or phaser residue?
Tuvok: Negative.
Janeway: Run a full spectral scan. Look for anything unusual.
Tuvok: Nothing on geometric sensors.
Kim: Hold on. I'm picking up a power signature.
Chakotay: Source?
Kim: I can't tell. The signal's erratic, but it's coming from the northernmost continent. Coordinates one seven two mark five.
Janeway: Phasers.
Chakotay: Call it an educated guess, but I don't think this looks like a war zone.
Janeway: There's something familiar about it, though. I recognize those mountains.
Kim: Those trees weren't here.
Janeway: Search the area.
Tuvok: Ensign?
Kim: The tunnel. It's nearby. The one where I, er
Paris: How'd you get into it?
Kim: There was a rock formation. It hid the opening.
Janeway: A faint energy signature. This way.
Kim: Over here.
Paris: There's your physical evidence.
Tuvok: I suggest we proceed with caution. Stand guard.
Kim: I, I, I can't!
Tuvok: Remain calm. Slow, deep breaths.
Kim: They were over there.
Tuvok: I've found the remains of two humanoids, but you were not responsible for their deaths. They died over three hundred years ago.
Janeway: I think we've found our war.
Seven: The structure contains a synaptic transmitter. I believe it was designed to send neurogenic pulses throughout this system.
Janeway: So anyone passing through would experience the Nakan massacre, like we did.
Seven: Precisely.
Chakotay: Try running those symbols inscribed on the base through the translation matrix. Words alone cannot convey the suffering. Words alone cannot prevent what happened here from happening again. Beyond words lies experience. Beyond experience lies truth. Make this truth your own.
Janeway: It's a memorial. We weren't victims of a conspiracy, we were witnesses to a massacre.
Chakotay: More than witnesses. By being forced to relive those events, half the crew's been traumatized.
Janeway: Maybe that was the point. I certainly won't forget what happened here.
Chakotay: Anything in that database that might tell us who built this thing?
Seven: No. The technology has been neglected for more than two centuries. Its power cells are deteriorating.
Janeway: That could explain why our memories were so fragmented. It was probably designed to transmit the experience in sequence.
Chakotay: Fascinating. Now let's try to shut it down so nobody else has to go through this. Kathryn?
Janeway: Yes, of course.
Emh: Even if we do shut down the transmitter, I'm afraid your memories of the massacre are permanent.
Tuvok: But we'll prevent this from happening to other passing ships.
Neelix: If we do that, all record of what happened here would be lost.
Chakotay: The monument will still be here.
Neelix: But that doesn't really tell the story. Someone put a lot of time and care into building that transmitter. We can't just deactivate it. We don't have the right.
Kim: Did they have the right to force us to relive all that?
Neelix: They wanted others to know what it was like, in the hopes that nothing like it would happen again.
Chakotay: Why should anyone have to experience an atrocity they didn't commit?
Neelix: Because that's how you learn not to make the same mistake. If we destroy the evidence, we're no better than Saavdra.
Paris: Maybe he had a point.
Kim: It wasn't our fault!
Tuvok: Given the danger involved, it's only logical
Neelix: This isn't about logic. It's about remembering.
Chakotay: Some things are best forgotten.
Janeway: Not this. I stood by once before and did nothing. Not again.
Emh: Captain?
Janeway: I watched while Saavdra vaporized the bodies.
Paris: No offense but, those were other peoples' memories.
Janeway: The obelisk at Khitomer. The fields of Gettysburg. Those are other peoples' memories too, but we don't honor them any less. The eighty two colonists who died here, they deserve their memorial.
Chakotay: Captain.
Janeway: We're not going to shut down the transmitter. Is that clear? Is that clear?
Tuvok: Are you suggesting we leave it intact?
Janeway: I'm suggesting that we repair it. Recharge the power cells. I want that monument to function properly for another three hundred years. We'll place a warning buoy in orbit. Anyone who enters this system will know what to expect. Dismissed.
Chakotay: We're ready, Captain.
Janeway: I know this was hardest on the four of you. But if you hadn't stopped at this planet all the people who died here would have been forgotten. And if they could, I know they'd thank you. Janeway to Voyager. Stand by to initiate power transfer. Five to beam up.