Allocator: Trauma team four to Level Red. Trauma team four to Level Red. Code Four nursing unit, report to Level Red
Orderly: No, he does have a sensor. It's not working.
Allocator: Negative for dysplasia, viremia, necrobiosis. Please extend your arms. Species, Dralian. Identity, Gar. TC fifteen. You may proceed.
Gar: Chellick. Lucky I caught you.
Chellick: Mister Gar. I wish I had time to talk.
Gar: Well, all you have to do is listen. I have a new supply of cytogenics.
Chellick: Your last supply was useless. Expired lots, diluted samples.
Gar: Oh, I have something special this time.
Chellick: The latest in substandard technology, no doubt.
Gar: Oh, this item is far from substandard. And as a gesture of goodwill, I'm offering it to you first.
Chellick: We don't need another neural monitor.
Gar: This is much more sophisticated than that.
Chellick: I'm sure it has some ingenious use but I'm not interested.
Emh: Please state the nature of the medical emergency? Where have you taken me?
Gar: It's a holographic construct programmed with over five million medical protocols.
Emh: I demand to be returned to Voyager at once.
Chellick: What's Voyager?
Emh: The Federation Starship to which I'm assigned. This man is a kidnapper.
Gar: I would never offer you stolen property. I traded warp-grade dilithium for this program.
Chellick: What's your price?
Emh: This negotiation is pointless. I'm not about to perform medical services for a pair of common thieves.
Chellick: It doesn't seem to be in working order.
Allocator: Trauma victims are now arriving at Emergency Intake Seven.
Chellick: What caused their injuries?
Allocator: A generator explosion at the Gammadan mining facility.
Gar: You'd better start cooperating, or I will dismantle your program and sell it off one subroutine at a time.
Emh: When Captain Janeway discovers what you've done
Orderly: Come on, let's go. Clear a path. Here we go. Tuck him in there.
Orderly 2: We haven't got any coagulants.
Voje: Somebody check the reserves.
Orderly: There are no reserves.
Voje: This one's got grade four pulmonary burns.
Allocator: Patient's TC is four. Transfer to level green.
Voje: Green isn't equipped for this.
Chellick: His TC's only four. Take him to Green.
Emh: Don't touch that. This patient's bleeding seriously. He needs an immediate infusion.
Voje: What are you doing? Get away from him.
Emh: With technology this primitive you may as well be using leeches.
Voje: Who is this man?
Chellick: A Doctor, of sorts. I thought you were withholding your services.
Emh: Fortunately for these patients, I am programmed with the Hippocratic Oath. It requires me to treat anyone who's ill. This patient needs twenty milligrams anesthizine. Get me a hypospray.
Orderly: A what?
Emh: I'm sorry, this may hurt a little.
Kim: Did you have to program that Nausicaan guard to high stick so much?
Paris: Well, you play hockey, you got to expect a few lumps.
Kim: What are we going to tell the Doctor? You know how he feels about our juvenile holoprograms.
Paris: Relax. I'll come up with something.
Kim: Hey, Doc.
Emh: Please state the nature of the medical emergency.
Kim: I know what you're thinking, but there's a simple explanation. Tell him, Tom.
Paris: Right. Well, er, see, Doc, we were running these invasion scenarios, when this species of proto-humanoid.
Emh: Please state the nature of the medical emergency.
Paris: Are you okay, Doc?
Emh: Please take an analgesic and return in twenty four hours.
Torres: It's a replicated fake.
Paris: The program running in Sickbay is from one of Doc's old training files.
Janeway: I want someone to tell me how this snake oil salesman managed to evade every security protocol on the ship.
Tuvok: I take full responsibility.
Janeway: I'm not interested in fault. I just want to know how it happened.
Neelix: Ah, Gar spend the night in Sickbay. He claimed to have gotten food poisoning at dinner.
Chakotay: He had plenty of time to learn about the mobile emitter from the Doctor.
Janeway: Who I'm sure was more than willing to extol its virtues.
Torres: Medical logs show the training file was activated just before Gar left Voyager.
Janeway: Scan for his ion trail. And lets review safeguards for accessing low-security files, shall we, Mister Tuvok?
Neelix: Captain, don't blame Tuvok for what happened. It was my fault.
Janeway: How so?
Neelix: Gar kept complaining how bland his dinner was so I added a few exotic spices.
Janeway: I'm not sure I see your point.
Neelix: I was trying so hard to create something he liked that I didn't take his alien physiology into account. Everyone's assuming he faked his illness but I might have really made him sick.
Janeway: It's not as if your cooking turned him into a thief.
Neelix: No. But if he hadn't gone to Sickbay, he may never have come up with a plan to kidnap the Doctor, much less have the opportunity to do it.
Janeway: In my experience, Neelix, men like Gar have no trouble finding opportunities to take advantage of other people.
Neelix: I just hope there's something I can do to help find the Doctor.
Janeway: When and if that opportunity arises, I'm sure you'll make the most of it.
Voje: That was the most impressive cortical bypass I've ever seen.
Emh: It's just a question of possessing the basic skills.
Voje: If I had basic skills like yours, they'd move me up to Level Blue. Take this patient to Yellow.
Emh: You seem a little low on resources here. If I could contact my medical staff, I might be able get you some additional supplies.
Voje: Communication is usually restricted but the Allocator might give you clearance.
Emh: Good. Where can I find him?
Voje: The Allocator isn't a him. It's our main computer.
Emh: Well, perhaps it could establish a communications link with Voyager's main computer.
Voje: You'll have to submit a formal request to Chellick and support it with form eight three W in triplicate. Even then.
Emh: Why hasn't this patient been treated yet?
Tebbis: He's waiting for proton imaging. There are a lot of other people ahead of him.
Emh: It's nice to see someone knows what's going on. What's your name?
Tebbis: Tebbis.
Emh: Well, Tebbis, this doesn't look too serious.
Tebbis: It's just a little osteal extravasation.
Emh: Excellent diagnosis.
Tebbis: I hope to be a doctor someday.
Emh: Really? Well, I hope your working conditions are better than these.
Tebbis: It wouldn't be so bad if they'd let us listen to music.
Emh: It would certainly improve my mood.
Tebbis: It's not just that. Music has great healing power.
Emh: I couldn't agree with you more.
Voje: Exhale slowly.
Emh: Can't you give him a neural blocker?
Voje: He's already had his allocation.
Emh: The leg injury isn't all I'm picking up. He's got some kind of systemic disease.
Voje: It's a chromo-viral infection. We have twelve cases down here. He's in the final stage.
Emh: Is there an established treatment?
Voje: Cytoglobin injections.
Emh: These scans don't show any cytoglobin in his bloodstream.
Voje: He hasn't been given any.
Emh: Why not?
Voje: He doesn't have a high enough TC.
Emh: TC? What's that?
Chellick: Ah, there you are. I'm happy to report that I've acquired your program from Gar. Please come with me.
Emh: I will not. May I remind you I'm being illegally detained, or hasn't the rule of law reached this society yet?
Chellick: We follow the Allocator's rules. And it's determined that your services are required on Level Blue.
Voje: Please, Doctor. The Allocator knows which patients need help the most.
Emh: Level Blue is your critical care area, I presume.
Chellick: Level Blue is the area where it's most critical that we provide excellent care.
Chellick: These patients will be your chief responsibility from now on. Do whatever you can to make them well.
Emh: Why are these patients getting preferential treatment?
Chellick: They have a higher TC than the others.
Emh: Indulge me. What's TC?
Chellick: Treatment Coefficient. The Allocator assigns one to every patient. It determines the level of care they receive.
Emh: How is this coefficient derived?
Chellick: Through a complex formula that involves profession, skills, accomplishments.
Emh: How is any of that relevant to medical treatment?
Chellick: An agricultural engineer is obviously more important than a waste processor.
Emh: Important to whom?
Chellick: Society. When your resources are limited, you have to prioritize.
Emh: So you base treatment on whether patients have particular abilities?
Chellick: It's much more complicated than that. The Allocator assesses the entire individual.
Emh: And reduces his life to a number.
Chellick: It may seem impersonal, but it's what the Dinaali have contracted us to do.
Dysek: Chellick's people are known throughout the sector for their administrative skills. Before they came here, we were a dying race. Eco-disasters, famine.
Chellick: Doctor Dysek, Chief of Medicine. The medical hologram I told you about.
Emh: Are you in charge of what passes for care on Level Red? Because those people are suffering.
Dysek: Intriguing technology. Can we use him to treat patients yet?
Chellick: That's what he's here for.
Emh: In some societies, it's considered rude to refer to someone in the third person while he's standing in front of you.
Chellick: I'm sure you'll make good use of him.
Tuvok: The warp trail ends here. Gar should be directly ahead.
Janeway: All stop. Red alert. On screen.
Tuvok: It's emitting a false warp signature.
Janeway: Looks we've underestimated Mister Gar again.
Paris: Now what?
Tuvok: There may be another way to find him.
Chakotay: What do you have in mind?
Tuvok: He traded us high-grade iridium, which has a very brief half-life. His ship is slow. Logic suggests he acquired the substance within a radius of three light years.
Janeway: Cross-reference our sensor logs and long range scans.
Kim: Two planets, no atmosphere or technology, a T class nebula. Here's something. An asteroid with approximately two hundred humanoid lifesigns. Subterranean structures.
Chakotay: Sounds like a mining operation.
Tuvok: If that's where Mister Gar acquired the iridium, they may be able to help us find him.
Janeway: Tom, how fast can you get us there?
Paris: Less than two hours.
Janeway: Do it.
Tuvok: We're being hailed.
Janeway: Open a channel.
Miner: I want my iridium back now.
Janeway: I beg your pardon?
Miner: I've scanned your ship. I know you've got it on board.
Janeway: Yes. We obtained it from a man called Gar. A merchant
Miner: You mean thief.
Chakotay: So you have had the pleasure of meeting him.
Miner: He was here two days ago. He sold us three thousand induction units. He was gone a day before we realized he'd also stolen twenty kilos of ore.
Janeway: We had a similar experience. Maybe we can help each other.
Miner: How?
Janeway: Do you have any idea where we might find him?
Miner: Will you return my iridium?
Janeway: By all means, but Gar only traded us half of what he stole from you. However, we might be able to get the rest of it back.
Miner: All I can tell you is that the induction units came from a planetoid called Velos.
Dysek: You may go.
Emh: Your surgical technique is impressive.
Dysek: Well. you've obviously had experience with cellular repair.
Emh: As a matter of fact, I've done extensive research on the subject. I'd be happy to share it with you, but we'll have to contact Voyager to get it.
Dysek: You'll have to discuss that with Chellick. He authorizes all communications. It's time for this patient's next injection.
Nurse: Requesting one cytoglobin injection for patient B three, priority blue seven gamma.
Allocator: One cytoglobin injection authorized.
Emh: Does this patient have a chromo-viral infection?
Dysek: No. Why?
Emh: I was told cytoglobin is the standard treatment for that disease.
Dysek: Cytoglobin also prevents arterial aging.
Nurse: Will that be all?
Dysek: You may go.
Emh: This patient's arteries appear to be healthy.
Dysek: At the moment. But daily injections increase life expectancy up to forty percent. We prescribe them for all Level Blue patients.
Emh: I just saw a boy on Level Red who's dying. This medicine could save his life.
Dysek: This woman is a chief engineer of an irrigation facility which provides water to half the subcontinent.
Emh: So her life is more valuable?
Dysek: Keeping her healthy contributes to our survival. Can you say the same for the boy on Level Red?
Emh: Who knows what he'll accomplish if he has the chance.
Dysek: If he becomes more valuable to society, his TC will rise, and then he'll receive better treatment.
Emh: He may not be around long enough.
Dysek: I'm sorry he's sick, but our society is much better off since we began following the Allocator's protocols.
Emh: Some of you are.
Voje: I never expected to see you again.
Emh: Why do you say that?
Voje: Level Blue is much more prestigious.
Emh: Prestige is the least of my concerns. How is he?
Voje: Not well.
Emh: His condition's deteriorated so rapidly.
Voje: His coenzyme allotment's been reduced.
Emh: Are we here to help these people, or kill them?
Voje: His TC is just too low.
Emh: Maybe we can raise it.
Voje: That's not possible.
Emh: If it's purely a function of statistics, we can simply input more data.
Voje: We're not authorized to do that.
Emh: Voje, when you look at your patient lying there, you have to ask yourself what can I do? What must I do? We can amend his database to include additional skills.
Voje: Such as?
Emh: His extensive knowledge of neutronics.
Voje: He doesn't know anything about neutronics.
Emh: We can say he does. What's the harm in trying?
Voje: Amend patient R twelve's TC to include an expertise in neutronics.
Allocator: Unable to verify. Amendment denied.
Voje: You see?
Tebbis: Hello.
Emh: Lie still.
Tebbis: What are you doing?
Emh: Trying to get you the proper medication.
Tebbis: You're wasting time you could be spending with other patients.
Emh: You have as much right to treatment as anyone.
Tebbis: It's not your fault.
Voje: There's nothing you can do.
Emh: Nurse?
Nurse: Yes, Doctor?
Emh: Why hasn't this patient received her additional cytoglobin injection?
Nurse: Additional?
Emh: If you'd examined her chart, you'd see that I've increased her dosage.
Nurse: Doctor Dysek didn't say anything.
Emh: Doctor Dysek is at home with his family. Would you like me to contact him so you can explain why you're not doing your job?
Nurse: No, Doctor. Requesting one cytoglobin injection for Patient B three, priority blue seven gamma.
Allocator: One cytoglobin injection authorized.
Emh: I'll do it myself.
Nurse: Can I assist you?
Emh: You may go.
Kipp: He convinced me to let him take the induction units on consignment. That was more than ten days ago. I haven't heard from him since.
Tuvok: You appear to be an experienced merchant, Mister Kipp. Why would you trust someone like Gar?
Kipp: He came highly recommended.
Tuvok: By whom?
Kipp: A buyer I know. He said he's been trading with Gar for years.
Janeway: Do you know where we can find this buyer?
Husband: Yes, Captain. I am the fool who said that Gar could be trusted.
Janeway: Sounds like you've changed your mind.
Husband: I should have known it was a mistake but, well, you see, I have never been able to say no to my wife.
Tuvok: What does she have to do with it?
Husband: Well, she's the one who asked me to recommend Gar.
Tuvok: Then she must know him well.
Husband: They're, er, friends.
Tuvok: May we speak with her?
Husband: She's, er. Well, she's not here.
Janeway: Do you know where we might find her?
Husband: She left me.
Adulteress: You're a woman. You saw my husband with your own eyes. Overweight, depressed. You would have left him too, especially if you had met someone as exciting as Gar.
Janeway: Yes, he's very exciting.
Adulteress: That's why you're looking for him, isn't it? You want him for yourself.
Janeway: I assure you, I have no romantic interest in him whatsoever.
Adulteress: Why? Not good enough for you?
Janeway: No, it's not that, it's just that
Janeway: I already have a man.
Tuvok: We have a business opportunity for Mister Gar. One that will expire if we don't find him soon.
Adulteress: He's on his way to the gambling tournament on Selek Four. When you see him, tell him to hurry home.
Emh: How are you feeling?
Tebbis: Better.
Emh: That's what happens when you get the proper treatment.
Tebbis: But I'm not authorized to receive cytoglobin.
Emh: You are now. You'll need several more injections, but you can expect a complete recovery.
Tebbis: Whatever you did, they'll find out. They'll punish you.
Emh: You're assuming I've done something illicit.
Tebbis: Didn't you?
Emh: Of course not. I simply had a talk with Chellick, explained to him what a bright young man you are, and he had the Allocator recalculate your TC.
Tebbis: I've never met a doctor like you.
Emh: Well, it's not hard to stand out when the general level of competence is so low.
Tebbis: There are patients on this level who deserve a higher TC than I do. Could you talk to Chellick about them?
Voje: Thank you.
Emh: Ah, Voje. You're not busy, are you?
Voje: Well, actually, I was just
Emh: I want you to help me dispense these injections.
Voje: Where did you get the cytoglobin?
Emh: Level Blue, where else.
Voje: You stole it?
Emh: I prefer to think of it as reallocation. We're going to treat every chromo-virus patient on this level.
Voje: Do you have any idea what kind of trouble we could get into?
Emh: We? Then you will help me.
Voje: No, absolutely not. Modifying data files was bad enough.
Emh: Well, I certainly wouldn't want you to do anything to compromise your ethics.
Tebbis: I'll help you.
Voje: You should be in bed.
Emh: Actually, now that he's improving a little, activity will do him good. You can go back to doing whatever you were doing.
Emh: The best place to inject him is here, in the lateral artery.
Emh: Excellent work. It's nice to see someone in this hospital has a future as a healer.
Voje: If we each take a third of the patients, maybe we can finish before someone catches us.
Dysek: Who do you think you are, prescribing unnecessary medications for my patients?
Emh: It wasn't unnecessary.
Dysek: If you believe that, you're incompetent. Or perhaps malfunctioning.
Emh: I was simply trying to increase our allocation of resources.
Dysek: What are you talking about?
Emh: I did some checking. Last month, Level Blue's total medication requests were down by six percent.
Dysek: Because our cure rate was higher.
Emh: Exactly. Because you performed so efficiently last month, the Allocator will determine you're able to do with less next month. If we don't order more medication now, we may not get it when we need it. Think about it, Doctor. If you don't have the proper resources, your cure rate could go down. If that happens, the Allocator may assign you to a lower level.
Chellick: Are we having a problem with our newest piece of technology?
Dysek: Actually, he seems to be learning the system quite well.
Voje: Three of the patients we injected are practically virus free.
Emh: What did you expect?
Voje: Maybe we could reallocate other medications. Treat more patients.
Emh: Now you're thinking like a doctor. And to support your efforts, I've arranged for resources from Level Blue to be diverted here on a regular basis.
Voje: How did you manage that?
Emh: Let's just say Doctor Dysek and I have developed a professional rapport. Sometimes I even surprise myself.
Voje: We may actually make these people better.
Emh: That feeling you get from healing someone. Infectious, isn't it?
Voje: Where did you get that?
Tebbis: One of the technicians was going to recycle it because it wasn't working, but I think I fixed it.
Emh: It seems to be in good condition, and so do you. You'll be well enough to leave soon.
Tebbis: Couldn't you say I'm still sick?
Emh: Don't you want to go home?
Tebbis: If I do, they'll send me to work in the refinery with my father.
Emh: What about school? Your medical training?
Tebbis: I would never be authorized for that.
Voje: He's right.
Tebbis: If I stay here, you can teach me, and I can help you treat your patients.
Emh: I'm not planning on being here that long, myself.
Tebbis: Then I can help Doctor Voje.
Emh: We'll see what we can do.
Tuvok: I have picked up Gar's ship, directly ahead.
Paris: Again?
Tuvok: I'm reading his biosigns.
Chakotay: Any sign of the Doctor or his emitter?
Tuvok: Not yet.
Kim: Should I hail Gar?
Janeway: If we let him know we're here, he may try to slip away.
Chakotay: We could drop out of warp at close range and grab him before he knows what's happening.
Janeway: I like it. Tom, Tuvok.
Kim: He's hailing.
Janeway: I guess we put him in the mood to talk. On screen.
Gar: I thought we were friends, Captain. Why am I being treated this way? I think I deserve better.
Janeway: Where's our doctor?
Gar: I have no idea. I certainly hope nothing's happened to him.
Tuvok: Scans are complete. Neither the mobile emitter nor the Doctor's program are aboard Gar's ship.
Gar: Well, of course they're not.
Chakotay: He's trying to destabilize the tractor beam with a feedback pulse.
Kim: Compensating.
Janeway: Don't bother, Harry. Just beam him to the brig.
Emh: Tebbis, wake up. Time to make our rounds.
Emh: Locate Patient R twelve.
Allocator: Patient R twelve has been transferred to Level White.
Emh: Tebbis has been moved.
Voje: I know.
Emh: What's Level White? Some kind of patient recovery area?
Voje: It's the morgue.
Emh: I demand an explanation for the death of that boy.
Chellick: I'm responsible for thousands of patients. You'll have to be more specific.
Emh: His name was Tebbis, Patient R twelve.
Chellick: Acute chromo-viral disease.
Emh: He was recovering.
Chellick: Apparently, he developed complications.
Emh: What kind of complications?
Chellick: A secondary infection. It spread rapidly.
Emh: How was it treated?
Chellick: It wasn't. The patient had exceeded his medication allotment. It seems someone had given him unauthorized injections. Did you think I wouldn't find out?
Emh: Don't you have any ethical standards?
Chellick: You are hardly in a position to speak to me of ethics. Lying, stealing. Any other crimes you wish to confess?
Emh: I was trying to save lives.
Chellick: And I am trying to save a society. Do you really think Patient R twelve is going to help me do that?
Emh: His name was Tebbis.
Chellick: He wasn't contributing. He was a drain on resources.
Emh: You're not just rationing health care here. You're getting rid of the sick and the weak.
Chellick: If the boy had been fit, he would have survived.
Emh: Why don't you just put a phaser to their heads?
Chellick: We're healers, not killers.
Emh: I'm going to expose you.
Chellick: To whom, the people who employ me? They brought me here to make the hard choices they don't want to make. From now on, I'm restricting you to Level Blue. You've done enough damage on Red.
Emh: You mean those patients that I treated? Yes, that was inconsiderate of me.
Chellick: It was. You managed to exceed their annual medication allotment in a matter of days. They're being sent home.
Emh: They'll die.
Chellick: You should have considered the consequences of your actions.
Emh: Please, don't make them suffer for my mistakes. It won't happen again.
Chellick: I'm making certain of that. From now on, your time will be strictly regulated.
Emh: Meaning what?
Chellick: I've interfaced your holomatrix with the Allocator. Starting now, it will determine where you go, when you go and what you do when you get there.
Allocator: The medical hologram will now commence treatment on Level Blue.
Allocator: You have six minutes to treat Patient B three.
Gar: I don't know where he is.
Tuvok: Not now, perhaps, but you know where you took him.
Gar: The last time I saw him he was in your Sickbay.
Tuvok: If you refuse to cooperate, your knowledge of his location can be extracted.
Gar: How?
Tuvok: A mind meld.
Gar: What's that?
Tuvok: An invasive and disturbing procedure.
Neelix: Dinnertime!
Tuvok: Mister Neelix, I am in the middle of an interrogation.
Neelix: Commander, you know better than anyone that Starfleet has strict guidelines about allowing prisoners to eat.
Tuvok: Very well. I'll wait.
Neelix: There we are. I'm glad to see you enjoying a meal. When you got sick last time I thought my food was to blame, until I realized it was just a ruse for you to get close to the Doctor. I used Talaxian Wormroot as the base. I'm glad you like it. Some people react badly.
Gar: React how?
Neelix: Oh, dear, I hope you're not getting sick. If it's the wormroot, it's going to get a lot worse.
Gar: What have you done to me?
Neelix: The usual symptoms are abdominal spasms, which increase in severity for thirty hours. Forty at the most.
Tuvok: Tuvok to Sickbay.
Neelix: Don't worry Mister Tuvok, it's not fatal. It's horribly unpleasant, but there's an antidote.
Gar: Then give it to me.
Neelix: Unfortunately, our doctor is the only one authorized to administer it. Maybe if you remembered where he was?
Tuvok: Mister Neelix, have you deliberately poisoned this man?
Neelix: Relax. He's just having gas pains.
Tuvok: Your actions are not only against regulations
Neelix: Didn't I hear someone threaten a mind meld?
Tuvok: I was merely trying to encourage the suspect to be more forthcoming.
Neelix: I think he's getting all the encouragement he needs.
Orderly: Excuse me, Doctor.
Voje: What is it?
Orderly: I need to prepare this patient for discharge.
Voje: I'm not finished with him yet.
Med Tech: But Chellick's orders are to
Voje: Are to discharge the patient at the end of the shift. The shift isn't over, is it?
Med Tech: No, sir, but I need time in order to
Voje: I'll tell you when he's ready.
Allocator: Doctor Voje, report to Level Blue to assist Doctor Dysek in surgery.
Emh: Voje.
Voje: I didn't realize that any of this even existed.
Emh: I need to talk to you.
Voje: I don't have time. I just got a message from the Allocator that Dysek needs me.
Emh: I'm the one who sent for you. I used his access codes.
Voje: Oh.
Emh: I need you to smuggle my mobile emitter off Level Blue.
Allocator: Time has expired for treatment of Patient B one. Proceed to Patient B three. The medical hologram has one minute to treat Patient B three.
Emh: You have to help me.
Voje: Twelve patients on Level Red are being sent home because of you.
Emh: That's why we have to hurry. We may still be able to save them.
Voje: You've already endangered my patients and now you're asking me to risk my career? Why should I help you?
Emh: Because I have a plan to heal those patients. That's what doctors do. We heal. So choose. What kind of doctor are you going to be?
Allocator: The medical hologram has thirty seconds to deactivation.
Emh: Do you hear that?
Voje: How can I get you off this level?
Emh: Deactivate my mobile emitter and put it in inside this selenide medkit. It'll shield the signature.
Voje: And then what?
Emh: Take it to Level Red and reactivate me.
Voje: What are you going to do once you get to Level Red?
Allocator: The medical hologram has ten seconds to deactivation.
Emh: There's no time to explain. You'll have to trust me.
Chellick: I suspect young Doctor Voje helped you escape.
Emh: He had nothing to do with it.
Chellick: No matter. You're becoming far too troublesome. I'm going to have to deactivate your program.
Emh: Voje!
Voje: What's wrong with him? What are you doing?
Emh: A little experiment in empathy.
Voje: You told me you were just developing new treatment protocols.
Emh: A single protocol, actually.
Chellick: You're only making things worse for yourself.
Emh: As a matter of fact, I'm making things worse for you. I'm going to make you a patient in your own hospital.
Chellick: What was in that injector?
Emh: A neural blocker combined with the same virus that afflicted Tebbis.
Voje: I trusted you.
Emh: And Tebbis trusted me. You remember Tebbis, don't you? Patient R twelve? Maybe this will jog your memory.
Voje: What are you doing?
Allocator: Patient R twelve. Species, Dinaal. Identity, Tebbis.
Chellick: This is ridiculous. I'm not Tebbis!
Emh: But the Allocator thinks you are.
Voje: How did you
Emh: Simple, the Allocator identifies patients by reading blood factors. I altered Chellick's by injecting him with antigens from Tebbis. Now, why don't we see if we can get your condition treated? Requesting one cytoglobin injection for Patient R twelve.
Allocator: Treatment denied.
Chellick: I order you to medicate me now.
Emh: Ordinarily, I would. But if the Allocator says no.
Chellick: Is this some sort of revenge?
Emh: Not revenge. Leverage. I want enough cytoglobin to cure every infected patient on this level.
Chellick: We don't have an adequate supply.
Emh: There's plenty on Level Blue.
Chellick: Where it's being used to prevent arterial aging.
Emh: Those patients will survive without it, but a dozen people on this level won't. I will not let them die.
Paris: Entering orbit.
Janeway: Scan for the Doctor's signature.
Voje: He's dying.
Emh: As soon as we get the cytoglobin we'll be able to treat all the Level Red patients, including him.
Voje: You said it yourself. Doctors heal. We don't make patients sick.
Emh: I don't know any other way to help these people.
Chellick: Doctor Voje, I need the medicine now.
Voje: Sir, I only have a Level Red clearance. You know I'm not authorized.
Chellick: Then find someone who is.
Torres: I've got him. He's aboard a vessel above the northern continent.
Janeway: Can you get a lock?
Torres: It's not going to be easy. His program seems to be interfaced with the main computer.
Janeway: Hail the ship.
Kim: They're responding, audio only.
Allocator: This is Hospital Ship Four Two, Allocation Module Alpha.
Janeway: This is Captain Janeway of the Starship Voyager. I would like to speak with someone regarding a member of my crew who is aboard your vessel.
Allocator: Administrator Chellick is currently unavailable.
Janeway: Then may I speak with someone else?
Allocator: Only Administrator Chellick is authorized to communicate with alien species.
Dysek: Are we having a problem here?
Chellick: Dysek. Finally.
Voje: I'm sorry. I had to tell him.
Chellick: What are you waiting for? Give me the cytoglobin.
Dysek: I don't think I can.
Chellick: What are you saying?
Dysek: Cytoglobin isn't authorized for Level Red patients.
Chellick: Dysek!
Dysek: I don't want to break the rules.
Chellick: I made the rules!
Dysek: Then you should be pleased I hold them in such high regard.
Torres: I'm sorry, Captain. I can't transport him without damaging his matrix.
Janeway: Then you'll have to go down there and get him.
Torres: Aye, Captain.
Janeway: Chakotay.
Chellick: Don't tell me you're allied with this defective hologram.
Dysek: No, but he has given me insight into some of the intricacies of our system. For example, did you know if I don't request enough resources for Level Blue this month, I won't get what I need next month?
Chellick: What are you talking about?
Emh: You know, Doctor, one way to increase your allocation of resources on Level Blue would be to increase the number of patients. I know at least a dozen people who should be treated for arterial aging. Saving their lives would be just a side effect.
Dysek: Hmm. Perhaps we should have them transferred to Level Blue.
Emh: If you're looking for a second opinion, I concur.
Dysek: Well, Chellick, what do you think?
Chellick: It's absurd.
Dysek: We'd have to transfer you to Level Blue as well. You'd get your cytoglobin.
Chakotay: Doctor.
Emh: It's nice to see some friendly faces.
Chakotay: We're going to get you out of here.
Torres: Who do we talk to about accessing the main computer?
Emh: I'll be with you in a moment. I'm with a patient. Do we have an agreement?
Chellick: Yes.
Emh: You've managed to stay well while I was away. I'm giving you a clean bill of health.
Seven: You were only away four days.
Emh: A lot can happen in four days. Injuries, infections, malfunctions.
Seven: As you said, I'm fine. Thank you.
Emh: I was wondering if you'd mind doing me a favor? I'd like you to give me a check-up.
Seven: Have you been experiencing problems?
Emh: No. But as you said, I've been off the ship for a while, interfaced with an alien computer.
Seven: Your program appears to be operating within normal parameters.
Emh: Really? What about over the past several days?
Seven: There's no indication of diminished capacity.
Emh: No problems with my ethical subroutines?
Seven: None.
Emh: I see.
Seven: You seem disappointed.
Emh: While I was aboard that ship, I poisoned a man.
Seven: Deliberately?
Emh: Yes. I was trying to force him to let me treat patients who were dying.
Seven: You were prepared to sacrifice an individual to benefit a collective.
Emh: No offense, Seven, but I don't exactly aspire to Borg ideals.
Seven: You were hoping your behavior was the result of a malfunction. I'm sorry Doctor, but I must give you a clean bill of health.


Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 54208.3. Last month's datastream from Starfleet never arrived, so the crew is looking forward to this one with even more anticipation than usual. We could all use some news from home.
Paris: There he is. The man of the hour.
Kim: You sure are in a good mood.
Paris: Well, rumor has it you snared the latest datastream last night.
Kim: Technically, it was this morning. Oh two hundred, to be exact.
Paris: So, where's my mail, hmm? Oh, don't tell me you lost another one.
Kim: I didn't lose last month's datastream. It never arrived.
Paris: So what's the hold up this time?
Kim: The transmission was a little larger than usual. It's jammed the transceivers. Seven and I have been up all night trying to download it.
Paris: Harry, we can't go another month without mail.
Kim: Oh, you won't. Trust me.
Kim: Any luck?
Seven: I've determined why we've been having difficulties.
Kim: A hologram. The transceiver wasn't designed to store photonic data. We have to get it out of there before it degrades.
Seven: What are you doing?
Kim: Tying the transceiver into the holodeck's pattern buffer.
Seven: Those systems aren't compatible. You'll depolarize the relays.
Kim: Starfleet wouldn't have sent this hologram if it weren't important. I'm sure it's worth a few burnt-out relays.
Seven: You've overloaded the transceiver.
Kim: But I saved the hologram.
Kim: Okay, ready when you are.
Janeway: Lieutenant Barclay?
Reg: Er, no, but he did design me. I'm a walking, talking, problem-solving interactive hologram. You can call me Reg.
Janeway: It's nice to meet you, Reg.
Reg: The pleasure's mine, Captain. Harry, Seven. I've been looking forward to working with you.
Kim: You have?
Reg: I know, you were expecting letters from your friends and families. But with any luck, in a few days you'll be seeing them face to face. In three days' time, Voyager is going to be passing through grid eight nine eight, a sector of space occupied by a red giant star.
Janeway: Sensors detected it a few days ago.
Reg: At this very moment, a team of Federation scientists is orbiting another red giant in the Alpha Quadrant. In seventy two hours, they will target its magnetic field with a verteron beam, creating a geodesic fold. As a result, a corresponding fold will open here in the magnetic field of the red giant that Voyager is approaching. Space will be punctured at these two points, creating a gateway between the Quadrants.
Janeway: Our shields are useless against geodesic radiation. We toyed with the idea of opening a fold ourselves, but it didn't take us long to realize we wouldn't survive the trip.
Reg: A lot's happened in geodesic research since you've been gone. I've brought schematics for shield upgrades to deflect the radiation from the fold. Medical technology to provide additional protection for the crew. We've thought of everything.
Seven: Starfleet never mentioned you in any of the previous datastreams.
Reg: Well, Lieutenant Barclay didn't want to raise your hopes in case the plan didn't live up to expectations. But lucky for you, it surpassed them.
Janeway: What about last month's datastream? Why didn't we receive it?
Reg: Pathfinder tried sending an unabridged version of my program. It overloaded the MIDAS array.
Kim: The only casualty this time was our transceiver.
Reg: If everything goes according to plan, you won't need it anymore.
Janeway: If we were to attempt this, you'd need access to areas of this ship that aren't equipped with holo-emitters.
Reg: Not to worry, Captain. We've thought of that too.
Emh: My emitter is your emitter.
Janeway: Computer, transfer the Barclay hologram to the mobile emitter.
Computer: Transfer complete.
Reg: On Lieutenant Barclay's behalf, I thank you.
Emh: Just make sure to return it when we get to Earth. Ha, ha, ha.
Chakotay: We're ready for you in the briefing room, Captain.
Janeway: Excuse us, Doctor.
Emh: I'm sure you have a full day planned, but if you have time, I'd like to get better acquainted.
Reg: I'll stop by the first chance I get.
Emh: You'll know where to find me.
Reg: This is our destination, red giant two three one three nine. The geodesic fold will open here, adjacent to the giant's northern pole. We'll have exactly sixteen seconds to take Voyager through.
Janeway: Reg has prepared a list of assignments. I expect you to give him your full cooperation.
Reg: Mister Paris, you have the honor of plotting our course to Big Red Two. Lieutenant Torres, Commander Tuvok, I'd like you to start working on shield modifications. And in the meantime, I've asked the Doctor to prepare a series of inoculations that will protect the crew from the radiation.
Seven: We should discuss the possibility of applying Borg technology to Starfleet's plan. It could increase our chances of success.
Reg: I look forward to hearing your thoughts.
Chakotay: How long before the transceiver's back online?
Kim: No more than two hours.
Chakotay: Then we'll still have time to transmit a response to Starfleet.
Janeway: Keep us posted. I'd like to send Lieutenant Barclay a little thank you note for all his hard work.
Neelix: Is there anything I can do, Reg?
Reg: Your job might be the most important one of all. The next few days will be difficult. The crew will be working extremely long hours. They're going to need an experienced morale officer to keep their spirits high.
Neelix: You can count on me.
Reg: If this were any other ship, I'd have my doubts. But this is Voyager, the Miracle Ship. You've survived six years in the Delta Quadrant. You've evaded the Kazon, the Vidiians, the Hirogen, you've even faced down the Borg. I think, with a little teamwork, we can pull off one more miracle and take Voyager home.
Kim: I can taste my mom's cooking.
Paris: Don't forget what the hologram said, Harry. This is Voyager.
Kim: The Miracle Ship.
Paris: Not when it comes to getting us home. Our shortcuts have a tendency to blow up in our faces.
Kim: That's looking on the bright side.
Paris: Remember Arturis and his quantum slipstream drive? Or how about the telepathic pitcher plant that made us think we were on our way home right before it tried to eat the ship?
Kim: This is the best opportunity we've had.
Paris: Yeah, which is why we'll probably end up in the Gamma Quadrant.
Kim: I'll remind you of that when we get back to Earth.
Paris: Don't say I didn't warn you.
Seven: When a Borg Cube enters a transwarp conduit, it's subject to extreme gravimetric shear. To compensate, the Borg project a structural integrity field ahead of the Cube. By modifying Voyager's deflector, we may be able to do the same.
Reg: No one at Starfleet would have thought of this. So, what's the first thing you're going to do when you get back?
Seven: Begin repairs to Voyager. Even with the structural integrity field, it's likely the ship will suffer significant damage.
Reg: Yes, of course, but there are people at Utopia Planitia who will take care of that. There are Engineering crews and technicians.
Seven: Are you implying that I'm superfluous?
Reg: Of course not. I only meant that, if you're too busy working, you're going to miss all the welcome home hoopla. Starfleet's planning parties, ceremonies and speeches. There's, there's a ticker-tape parade down Market Street.
Seven: I won't be attending any of those events.
Reg: But, you'd be the guest of honor.
Seven: When I first arrived on Voyager, it was difficult for the crew to accept me. I'm anticipating a similar welcome on Earth.
Reg: You don't have any idea, do you? I didn't mention this earlier. I didn't want to hurt anybody's feelings. You are the one who people are most looking forward to seeing.
Seven: That's difficult to believe.
Reg: Why?
Seven: I was Borg.
Reg: Exactly. You were Borg. But you escaped, and despite incredible odds, you managed to reclaim your humanity. No one's ever done that before. You're famous.
Seven: Fame is irrelevant.
Reg: Maybe. But you've given hope to everyone who's ever lost somebody to the Borg. You've inspired millions.
Seven: If you think my participation in the hoopla would be beneficial to others, then I'll comply.
Harkins: Is this going to take much longer, Reg?
Barclay: Well, the computer is still inputting data. That should do it. Right. Computer, display the intended trajectory of the datastream transmitted at oh six hundred this morning. Now, display the actual trajectory, and identify the termination point.
Computer: The trajectory ends in sector three nine five.
Barclay: Four two, grid eight. Does that sound familiar? That's exactly where the datastream dissipated last month. There is something there. There is something preventing the datastream from reaching Voyager. Er, a micro-wormhole, a radiogenic field.
Harkins: Long range scans didn't pick up anything unusual.
Barclay: Still, we could send a ship to investigate. We could confirm my theory.
Harkins: What about my theory, Reg? The hologram was too complex. It caused the datastreams to degrade before they reached their destination.
Barclay: Well, to be honest I, I don't agree. The truth is, we don't know what happened to my hologram.
Harkins: Then let's stick to what we do know. For the second month in a row, we tried sending your hologram to Voyager. And for the second month in a row, it failed to get there.
Barclay: And I want to know why, so it doesn't happen a third time.
Harkins: It won't happen a third time. Next month we go back to standard transmissions.
Barclay: But a holographic matrix carries twice the information, interact with the crew.
Harkins: Admiral Paris wants us to send more practical data, like tactical upgrades, letters from the crew's families.
Barclay: But, Pete.
Harkins: Sending a hologram to Voyager was a good idea but it didn't work. It's time to move on.
Harkins: And this is the research lab where most of Pathfinder's homework gets done. All the datastreams are compressed here and then transmitted all the way to the Delta Quadrant. Your teacher tells me you've been studying some of the Delta Quadrant races that Voyager's described to us. Who can name one for me?
Girl 1: The Talaxians.
Harkins: Very good.
Girl 2: The Ocampa.
Harkins: That's right. Who else?
Barclay: The Borg! The Borg! They assimilated my hologram. That's how it disappeared.
Harkins: Reg, now isn't the time.
Barclay: Look at this. Last month, a spacecraft passed within twenty meters of the MIDAS array just hours before we sent the first hologram.
Harkins: What is your point?
Barclay: Twenty meters. It's awfully close, don't you think?
Harkins: Ensign.
Barclay: The Borg must have sent a transwarp probe to steal my hologram. Maybe because they, they thought that it was carrying anti-Borg technology to Voyager.
Harkins: It wasn't the Borg, Reg.
Barclay: Then it was the Romulans using a cloaked ship. They've been curious about Voyager for years.
Harkins: That is enough.
Barclay: But, you
Harkins: I am sorry your idea didn't work, but I can't have you going off on a tangent. Not again. You'll be no good to Pathfinder or Voyager. How much leave do you have saved up?
Barclay: Not that much. Fifty, maybe sixty days.
Harkins: Take a week. Go home. Try to relax.
Barclay: But, Pete!
Harkins: No! That was not a request, Lieutenant.
Barclay: Maybe I'll go somewhere. Take a vacation.
Harkins: Now that is the most sensible thing I've heard you say all day. My cousin has a beach house in Malaysia. She'd be happy to lend it to you.
Barclay: Thanks, er, but I have someplace else in mind.
Reg: You, you wanted to see me?
Emh: I've been going over the instructions from Starfleet Medical. As far as I can tell, their new inoculations aren't much different from run-of-the-mill radiogenic vaccines. I don't think they'll protect the crew.
Reg: Did you try incorporating the synthetic antigen?
Emh: Yes, but it only improved the resistance by ten percent.
Reg: That should be enough.
Emh: We can't afford to be cavalier, Reg. If these treatments don't work, the crew will wind up liquefied.
Reg: You're forgetting that the inoculations aren't designed to work alone. They were intended to work in combination with the shield modifications. It's the medicinal ying to the shield's yang.
Emh: And what if the yang doesn't work?
Reg: That's not going to happen. Now, listen. Lieutenant Barclay has a special affinity for this crew. So do I. I promise you, we won't let them down.
Emh: Of course you won't. Tell me, do you also share Lieutenant Barclay's affinity for golf?
Reg: We have identical handicaps.
Emh: Well, if you're not busy later, perhaps we can play nine holes on the holodeck.
Reg: It's tempting, but I still have a few dozen progress reports to look over.
Emh: In that case, maybe you could look over them here so that I could borrow the mobile emitter.
Reg: Providing that the rest of the day's work goes smoothly, consider it yours.
Emh: I thought it was mine.
Reg: Commander Chakotay tells me that you finished repairing the transceiver.
Torres: We were just about to send the captain's reply to Lieutenant Barclay.
Reg: Do you have enough room to include a progress report from me?
Kim: I think we can squeeze that in.
Reg: Computer, download Barclay hologram file zero one to the datablock.
Computer: Download complete.
Torres: Transmitting.
Gegis: It's about time.
Janeway: Greetings from the Delta Quadrant, Lieutenant. You'll be happy to know that your hologram reached us safely.
Gegis: Get to the important part.
Janeway: And we've begun to implement Starfleet's.
Reg: In accordance with the seventy fourth Rule of Acquisition, Knowledge Equals Profit, I've enclosed the specifications you've requested. See you soon.
Nunk: Oh, look at those hands. I bet she gives great oo-mox.
Yeggie: Too bad she'll be dead when she gets here.
Gegis: Forget the hands. Show me the nanoprobes. How many are there?
Yeggie: Three point six million.
Nunk: That's twenty percent more than we predicted.
Yeggie: Three point six million nanoprobes at six bars of latinum per unit that comes to.
Gegis: More profit than we ever dreamed of.
Waiter: Your drinks, sir.
Barclay: Thank you.
Barclay: Something to drink, ma'am?
Troi: I'm fine, thanks.
Barclay: Are you sure? I've got a chocolate passion punch with your name on it.
Troi: Reg?
Barclay: Surprise! Where's Commander Riker?
Troi: He doesn't arrive until Friday.
Barclay: Oh.
Troi: The question is, what are you doing here?
Barclay: I just had some time off. Your letter made this place sound fun. I just thought I'd join you.
Troi: Do you have any idea how inappropriate it is to follow your therapist on vacation.
Barclay: Please, they might be watching.
Troi: Who?
Barclay: The Borg, the Romulans. I'm not sure yet. Please, Deanna, I need your help.
Barclay: Commander Harkins is usually willing to hear me out, but this time he wouldn't even look at my evidence
Troi: I'm not sure any of this qualifies as evidence, Reg.
Barclay: You don't believe me, either. You think I'm imagining this, just like Pete.
Troi: The last time I saw you, you were laughing, telling jokes. You even sang a duet with Data.
Barclay: It was Commander LaForge's birthday party.
Troi: You were a completely different Reg that night.
Barclay: Well, things were better then.
Troi: How?
Barclay: Well, for one thing I'd just finished the matrix for my hologram and I showed Geordi some of the specs that night. He said he was proud of me.
Troi: What else?
Barclay: Oh, the Dragons had just won the pennant, and I was still seeing Leosa.
Troi: You mentioned her at the party. A teacher, right?
Barclay: Everything was going so well. My job, my personal life. I started to think maybe my luck was changing.
Troi: And then you lost your hologram.
Barclay: Admiral Paris was furious. He said we'd wasted a transmission to Voyager. Pete talked him into giving us another chance, but there was so much pressure after that.
Troi: Did it put a strain on your relationship with Leosa?
Barclay: She left me.
Troi: Oh, I'm sorry.
Barclay: I went to her apartment. She was gone. No furniture, no forwarding address. Bot even a Dear Reg letter.
Troi: That must have been very upsetting.
Barclay: It was just my luck, right? Lose the hologram and the girl.
Troi: Tell me more about Leosa.
Barclay: Oh, you would have liked her. She was sweet, she was thoughtful, and such a wonderful listener. She would let me, let me go on for hours.
Troi: What did you talk about?
Barclay: Oh, she was fascinated by my work at Pathfinder. And, er, she didn't, er, she didn't find any of it boring. She made me feel interesting.
Troi: What do you feel when we talk about her now?
Barclay: Oh, sadness, I suppose. A little confusion.
Troi: I'm sensing something else. Something beneath the surface.
Barclay: What?
Troi: I think you might be sensing it, too.
Barclay: What?
Troi: Suspicion, Reg. You suspect her of something.
Barclay: I suspect that she's happier without me if that's what you mean.
Troi: You think Leosa had something to do with your disappearing hologram but you can't bring yourself to admit it. That's why you're projecting your suspicions onto others. You're in denial. If there's any chance Leosa did breach Pathfinder security, you need to tell your superiors.
Barclay: I'd be humiliated again.
Troi: I'll go with you.
Barclay: What about your vacation?
Troi: I'll be back here before Will arrives.
Barclay: Do you really think it's possible that Leosa stole my hologram?
Troi: Why would she do that?
Barclay: Maybe, maybe she wanted something to remember me by. Captain's log, supplemental. With the help of the Barclay hologram, we've nearly completed the modifications to Voyager. As for Reg, he's becoming extremely popular with the crew.
Janeway: Imagine my disappointment when I discovered that Lieutenant Paris had eaten all the scrambled eggs. It was pure, unadulterated gluttony. Gastronomic conduct unbecoming a Starfleet officer. He knows it's my favorite breakfast, but he ate them anyway. We have an egg-mergency here, people. I want to know what you plan to do about it.
Neelix: Maybe I can replicate some more, Captain. REG as
Janeway: Do it!
Reg: Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Torres: He's not only programmed to get us home, he does impressions.
Reg: You see, it's always bothered Lieutenant Barclay that he was uncomfortable in large groups, so he designed me to be the life of the party.
Kim: Hope he's not too shy. He's going to have a hundred and fifty new friends when we get back home.
Paris: If we get home, Harry. If.
Kim: Pardon my friend here. He's convinced we're destined to live out our days in the Delta Quadrant. REG as
Tuvok: Your pessimism is illogical. Perhaps a mind-meld would help to alleviate your concern.
Emh: Sickbay to Reg. Please report to Holodeck two.
Reg: On my way.
Emh: I was starting to think you'd forgotten our tee-time. So, what'll it be? Pebble Beach at sunset? The back nine at Gedi Prime?
Reg: Actually Doctor, I'm afraid something's come up. I'm going to meet with Seven of Nine.
Emh: Oh, really?
Reg: She going to teach me to play Kadis-kot.
Emh: Ah, Reg. When I agreed to lend you my emitter, I did it with the understanding that you needed it for official business.
Reg: What's your point?
Emh: My point is that board games aren't exactly crucial to your mission.
Reg: And I suppose golf is?
Emh: Reg?
Reg: I'll tell you what. When we get back home we'll play as much golf as you like. Until then let's try to keep out of each other's hair. What do you say?
Paris: State your name for the record.
Leosa: Leosa. L e o s a.
Admiral Paris: Occupation?
Leosa: Dabo girl.
Admiral Paris: Dabo?
Leosa: It's a Ferengi game. I work aboard one of their casino ships.
Barclay: You, you told me you were a teacher.
Admiral Paris: Is this true?
Leosa: Sometimes I'm a teacher, sometimes I'm a Bajoran Vedek. Whatever the customer wants.
Admiral Paris: Lieutenant Barclay tells me that the two of you spent a significant amount of time together. Did he ever discuss his work at Pathfinder with you?
Leosa: He wouldn't talk about anything else. It was always holograms this and cyclic pulsars that.
Admiral Paris: And who did you share that information with?
Leosa: Nobody.
Admiral Paris: I have a theory. Would you like to hear it?
Leosa: Why not?
Admiral Paris: I think that some of your Ferengi friends found a way to profit from Lieutenant Barclay's work. I think you were encouraged to get close to him. And when you had all the information you needed, you left.
Leosa: I left Reg for one simple reason. He's boring.
Leosa: Don't tell me you never noticed.
Troi: With the Admiral's permission, I'd like a moment alone with Leosa.
Admiral Paris: I don't think therapy is what this woman needs, Counselor.
Troi: Five minutes, Admiral.
Admiral Paris: Five minutes.
Troi: Did you know I'm a Betazoid? I'm empathic, which means I know when people are lying. Tell me, what's the longest you've ever been incarcerated?
Leosa: You can't send me to prison, Counselor. I didn't do anything wrong.
Troi: Maybe not, but I can order you held for psychiatric observation. Extended observation.
Leosa: I may not be a Betazoid but I work a Dabo table, and I know when somebody's bluffing.
Troi: Try me.
Troi: You were correct, Admiral. The Ferengi did steal Reg's hologram. Twice. This is the ship you need to look for.
Leosa: That's it. That's Nunk's ship.
Harkins: Nunk?
Leosa: My employer.
Harkins: Scans indicate they've been in the vicinity of that star for the last forty three hours. Why?
Leosa: I don't know.
Troi: She's telling the truth. For once.
Admiral Paris: The Ferengi wouldn't have stolen the hologram if they didn't think it was valuable. They're probably waiting to rendezvous with a buyer. Are there any Starfleet ships in that area?
Harkins: The Carolina's point seven light years away. At maximum warp it could reach them in two hours.
Admiral Paris: Open a channel.
Harkins: Computer, open a secure channel to the Carolina.
Admiral Paris: Tell Captain Peterson to adjust his course immediately.
Barclay: Was everything that happened between us a lie?
Leosa: Not everything. Just the parts where I expressed affection for you.
Barclay: Oh.
Leosa: Oh, if it makes any difference, it wasn't personal. It was just business.
Barclay: What exactly is a broken heart worth these days, hmm?
Leosa: Ten percent.
Barclay: Of what?
Leosa: Profits from the nanoprobes.
Barclay: Nanoprobes? Borg nanoprobes?
Leosa: Gegis says they're worth two billion times their weight in latinum.
Janeway: I don't think I quite understand the problem, Doctor.
Emh: Are you aware that he's been doing impressions of you?
Janeway: You should hear his Tuvok. It's eerie.
Emh: It's disrespectful.
Janeway: What do you want me to do, deactivate him?
Emh: Just long enough to run a diagnostic of his program. His recent behavior may be indicative of a more serious problem.
Janeway: I haven't seen any evidence of that.
Emh: Of course not. In front of you he's all smiles. But I've seen him be rude and careless. Two traits the real Lieutenant Barclay never exhibited.
Janeway: I know the real Barclay is a friend of yours, and I'm sorry if the holographic version hasn't lived up to your expectations, but that's hardly reason to deactivate him.
Emh: Are the lives of a hundred and fifty crewmen reason enough? Maybe you're right. Maybe I am overreacting. But what if I'm right? We're less than a light year away from the geodesic fold. Do you want to risk being led through it by a malfunctioning hologram?
Reg: Captain, you saved us a comm. call.
Seven: We're ready to bring the enhanced shielding online.
Janeway: Good work. I need a moment alone with Reg. Your program has been running continuously for how many hours now?
Reg: Fifty six hours, eleven minutes and one seconds.
Janeway: I'd like to run a diagnostic of your matrix. Make sure you haven't suffered any degradation over the last few days.
Reg: This isn't the, er, Doctor's idea, is it?
Janeway: He expressed some concern for your well being, yes.
Reg: I bet he did.
Janeway: Believe me, Reg, the crew and I are grateful for everything you've done, but we need to take every precaution.
Reg: I understand perfectly. If the ship's Doctor thinks I need a check-up, who am I to argue?
Troi: Why are you hiding in the corner?
Barclay: I'm not hiding. I'm working on a way to foil the Ferengi's' plans.
Troi: Reg, there's nothing left to foil. The Carolina will have them in custody within the hour.
Barclay: Leosa said the Ferengi were going to be selling Borg nanoprobes.
Troi: What does that have to do with Voyager?
Barclay: They have a Borg crewman. Think about it. The Ferengi stole the original Barclay hologram a month ago. That gave them time to reprogram it and then smuggle it to Voyager in the next transmission.
Troi: Reprogram it to do what?
Barclay: Steal Seven of Nine's nanoprobes. For all we know he could be dissecting her right now.
Troi: What would the Ferengi want with assimilation technology?
Barclay: Oh, nanoprobes aren't just for assimilating. They can reanimate necrotic tissue, slow down the aging process. They'd be priceless for the Ferengi.
Troi: Reg, even if the Ferengi did reprogram your hologram to steal the nanoprobes, how would they get their hands on them? Voyager's thirty thousand light years away.
Barclay: I haven't figured that part out yet. Maybe they discovered a wormhole, or a subspace corridor.
Troi: Have you mentioned any of this to Commander Harkins?
Barclay: Not yet. I can't. If I don't bring him hard evidence, he'll just think that I'm fantasizing. For the time being, we need to keep this between us.
Reg: That tickles, Lieutenant.
Torres: Sorry, Reg. We're almost finished.
Emh: Have you identified any problems yet?
Torres: I've gone over his entire matrix. He's working perfectly.
Reg: Maybe I'm not the one who needs a diagnostic, hmm?
Emh: I'm a big enough hologram to admit when I'm wrong. I'm sorry I doubted you.
Reg: If anyone is owed an apology, it's you. I should've been more sensitive. Friends?
Emh: Friends.
Reg: Now that that's out of the way. Captain, what do you say we get this ship back to Earth?
Gegis: It's time. Initiate the geodesic pulse.
Paris: Would someone care to tell me what that is?
Barclay: It's a geodesic fold, Admiral. That's how they're going to get the nanoprobes.
Paris: Two million kilometers and closing, Captain.
Janeway: Take us to one quarter impulse.
Chakotay: Bridge to Astrometrics. Bring the enhanced shielding
Chakotay: Online.
Reg: Aye, Commander. What's wrong?
Seven: The fold contains three radiation types we didn't account for. The shield modifications are not enough.
Reg: The shields were modified to work in combination with the inoculations. We'll be fine.
Seven: If the shields fail, the inoculations will be irrelevant. Astrometrics to the bridge.
Janeway: Go ahead.
Janeway: What is it, Seven? REG as
Seven: There was a problem, Captain, but I've corrected it.
Barclay: I'm using the MIDAS array to tap into the Ferengi ship's sensors. They're receiving telemetry through the fold.
Harkins: If I', reading this correctly, Voyager's headed right for it.
Admiral Paris: Captain Janeway knows better than to take her ship into such a dangerous anomaly.
Barclay: If the Ferengi did alter my hologram, then it might, might be possible for him to have taken over the ship.
Harkins: One hologram against an entire crew?
Barclay: He may have found a way to incapacitate the crew, or to commandeer the ship's systems, but either way we've got to get the Carolina to close the fold.
Admiral Paris: The Carolina isn't equipped to do that.
Barclay: Then they'll have to commandeer the Ferengi ship and do it from there.
Harkins: The Carolina's still half a light year away. They won't make it in time.
Troi: Can we transmit a message? Warn Voyager?
Barclay: Not through a geodesic fold.
Nunk: Our own starship, with multiphasic shielding and a gold-pressed latinum hull.
Yeggie: We'll have enough left over to buy a fleet of casino ships.
Gegis: I have a better idea. Lobe enlargements, heh, heh, heh.
Nunk: Shush.
Yeggie: Ooh, someone's hailing us.
Gegis: Who?
Yeggie: I can't tell. There's too much interference.
Gegis: Answer it.
Yeggie: It's the hologram.
Nunk: You said it was impossible to communicate through the fold.
Gegis: I thought it was. I guess I did a better job of reprogramming the hologram than I thought.
Barclay: We must close the geodesic fold immediately. Captain Janeway has found out about our plan.
Nunk: If that's true, then why is she still headed for the fold?
Barclay: Because she
Barclay: Found a way to protect her ship.
Gegis: Impossible.
Barclay: You don't know Janeway. She's uncanny when it comes to shields.
Barclay: She's furious. She said she was going to kill
Barclay: Whoever tried to harm her crew. I strongly suggest you abort the mission.
Nunk: What should we do?
Gegis: Go to warp before Janeway makes it through.
Barclay: No, you mustn't. Voyager has Borg interquadrental
Barclay: Warp drives and Hirogen hunting sensors
Barclay: And Vidiian Phage torpedoes. No matter where you run, Voyager will find you. Your only hope is to close the fold.
Harkins: Harkins to Holodeck one.
Barclay: Go ahead, Pete.
Harkins: It worked, Reg.
Harkins: They've started to close the fold.
Barclay: Computer, end program.
Kim: Something's wrong, Captain.
Reg: Astrometrics to the bridge. Why are we stopping?
Janeway: The fold's collapsing, Reg. We didn't make it in time.
Reg: It's not too late if we remodulate the shields.
Janeway: I appreciate your determination, but we can't risk it. You did everything you could.
Kim: Captain, someone just initiated a site-to-site transport.
Janeway: Who?
Kim: Seven and Reg. They've beamed to an escape pod.
Janeway: Bridge to Seven of Nine. What's going on?
Kim: The pod's been launched.
Janeway: Put a tractor beam on it.
Tuvok: There is too much interference from the fold.
Chakotay: Harry, can you get a transporter lock?
Gegis: What now?
Yeggie: There's something coming from the fold.
Gegis: Voyager?
Yeggie: No, it's too small.
Nunk: A Phage torpedo?
Gegis: Raise shields. Brace for impact.
Yeggie: It's an escape pod.
Gegis: Maybe the hologram sent us the drone.
Nunk: Ooo.
Gegis: Check what's in there.
Yeggie: Nothing. No Borg corpse. No nanoprobes.
Nunk: No profit. Captain's log, supplemental. Seven of Nine has recovered from her injuries, and Reg has been deactivated. Until we finish analyzing his program, his motivations remain a mystery.
Paris: Making first contact with a new lifeform?
Kim: Mom's apple pie. Neelix thought a little home cooking might cheer me up.
Torres: And?
Kim: I haven't worked up the courage to taste it yet. Have you figured out what went wrong with Reg?
Torres: Well, Seven thinks our proximity to the fold degraded his matrix, but if you ask me, it was a recursive error in his logic subroutine.
Kim: Not bad. But it would have tasted better in San Francisco.
Paris: If it'll make you feel any better, I'll let you in on a little secret. I was on the bridge this morning when we received a hail from an Iconian scientist. He claims to have a trans-dimensional gateway that can take us anywhere in the galaxy.
Kim: I'm not that gullible.
Torres: It's true. I was there. The captain doesn't want us to get our hopes up, but personally I think we'll be home by the end of the week.
Kim: Are you serious?
Torres: You were right about him.
Barclay: Computer, installl Barclay Security Protocol twenty one alpha.
Computer: Installlation complete.
Reg: Identify yourself!
Barclay: Computer, deactivate Barclay program. I'm sorry. I've been programming him with new security precautions so he can't be stolen again.
Troi: You seem to be off to a good start.
Barclay: I thought you'd be back at the beach.
Troi: Will and I decided to spend the rest of our vacation in Tiburon. We were wondering if you're free for dinner tonight.
Barclay: I, er, I wouldn't want to be a third nacelle.
Troi: Not possible. Will's bringing a friend for you. Her name's Maril. You're going to adore her.
Barclay: I'd like to, but I, I still have, er, dozens of protocols to installl. Maybe next time.
Troi: Look Reg, I know Leosa hurt you, but hiding inside a hologrid isn't the answer. You need to get out, meet new people.
Barclay: This Maril wouldn't happen to be a Dabo girl, by any chance?
Troi: She's a teacher, actually. A real one.
Barclay: Are you sure?
Troi: Don't worry, Reg. We've taken security precautions.


Emh: Ensign Kim, please try and hold us steady. This material is extremely
Emh: Fragile.
Kim: Sorry, Doc. I'm doing the best I can.
Emh: Maybe I should've insisted
Emh: On a more experienced pilot, like Mister Paris.
Kim: I'd give anything to trade places with him right now.
Emh: Seven, can you join me, please?
Seven: On my way.
Kim: I don't know if I can take three more days of chasing comets with him.
Seven: The time might pass more easily if we disable his vocal processor.
Emh: I thought you might find this interesting.
Seven: Preanimate biomatter.
Emh: Look deeper.
Seven: An undeveloped nucleus contained in a cytoplasmic matrix.
Emh: And buried deep inside that nucleus, primitive strands of DNA. The beginnings of life, Seven.
Seven: What's your point?
Emh: When I look at this, I don't see a mere cell. I see the potential for literature and art, empires and kingdoms.
Seven: Perhaps your visual subroutines are malfunctioning.
Emh: Someday, this cytoplasmic matrix may fall into the primordial sea of a distant world where it could ignite an evolutionary process. Eons from now, a creature not unlike you could emerge, look up at the stars and ask, who am I? How did I come to be? It's the miracle of creation, Seven. Doesn't that excite you?
Emh: Ensign Kim, I asked you to hold us steady.
Kim: We're under attack! This is the Federation ship Delta Flyer. We're on a peaceful mission. Hold your fire.
Ranek: You're transporting a suspected photonic insurgent through Lokirrim space. Drop your shields and prepare to be boarded.
Kim: Photonic insurgent? If you're referring to the hologram, he's our doctor. Seven, we've lost thrusters.
Seven: I'll try reinitializing the driver coils.
Kim: Voyager, this is the Flyer. Mayday.
Kim: Come in.
Computer: Subspace communications are offline.
Seven: It's a tractor beam.
Kim: Remodulate our shields.
Kim: That should break us free.
Seven: Shields are down.
Emh: What's happening?
Seven: They're using some kind of disruption field. It's decompiling your matrix.
Ranek: Federation vessel, power down your systems and prepare to surrender the photonic.
Kim: Seven, they're pulling us in. You're going to have to hide the Doctor's program.
Emh: Do something, please.
Jaryn: We don't want to hurt you. We're here for the insurgent.
Ranek: Where's the photonic? EMH-
Seven: You decompiled his matrix. You murdered him.
Kim: Seven? EMH-
Seven: I'm sorry. There wasn't enough time.
Jaryn: Biogenic material. It could be used to create viral weapons.
Ranek: Confiscate it. EMH-
Seven: Our Doctor was using these spores to synthesize new medicines, not weapons.
Ranek: What's this? EMH-
Seven: It's my portable regeneration unit. I have a unique physiology. This device maintains my cybernetic systems.
Ranek: Have this analyzed.
Lokirrim: Yes, sir.
Jaryn: There's no one else aboard.
Ranek: Take them to detention, and secure their ship in the docking bay.
Kim: You got what you wanted. Let us go.
Ranek: Transporting photonics and manufacturing biogenic weapons are serious charges.
Lokirrim: Let's go.
Kim: I want to talk to your superior.
Seven: Careful, Ensign, or you'll fracture a metacarpal.
Kim: That'd be the least of our problems. EMH-
Seven: The situation is not as desperate as it appears.
Kim: Not as desperate? We're prisoners on an alien ship. Voyager has no idea we're missing, and the Doctor's been decompiled. EMH-
Seven: The reports of my decompilation have been greatly exaggerated.
Kim: Doc? EMH-
Seven: Please state the nature of the medical emergency. Seven downloaded my program into her cybernetic matrix. An interesting sensation, to say the least.
Kim: And now you're in control of Seven's body? EMH-
Seven: Total control, it seems.
Kim: What about Seven? Is she all right? EMH-
Seven: I scanned her before the aliens came aboard. Physiologically, she's fine. As for her consciousness, I'm assuming it's submerged, but there's no way to be sure until I vacate her systems and conduct a neurological exam.
Kim: Then we need the mobile emitter. EMH-
Seven: This experience will make a fascinating article for the Starfleet medical journal. EMH-
Seven: Ow!
Kim: Careful. That's not your body, remember? EMH-
Seven: I know Seven's senses were more acute than the average humanoid but, I had no idea. What is that?
Kim: What? EMH-
Seven: That smell.
Kim: I don't smell anything. EMH-
Seven: It could be an airborne toxin. Do you think they're trying to poison us? EMH-
Seven: It's you.
Kim: It's been a busy day. I guess I'm perspiring a little. EMH-
Seven: A little? Seven's had a busy day too, and she's come through it smelling like the proverbial rose.
Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 54238.3. We've completed our maintenance layover at the Maldorian station and we're on our way to rendezvous with the Delta Flyer. We expect to reach them in forty eight hours.
Paris: Headache, fever, respiratory distress, tremors. It looks like some kind of virus.
Tuvok: It is not a virus.
Paris: You want to tell me what's going on?
Tuvok: In the Doctor's database, you'll find a medication under file theta twelve alpha. Please, replicate it immediately.
Paris: You know I can't give out medicine without knowing what it's for.
Tuvok: If you must know, I am suffering from a neurochemical imbalance.
Paris: An imbalance.
Tuvok: It is native to my species.
Paris: Ah. This wouldn't be the kind of imbalance that comes around once every seven years?
Tuvok: My pon farr is in the early stages. The urges are still controllable.
Paris: You never fail to amaze me, Tuvok. A man of your advanced years still driven by the mating instinct?
Tuvok: Unlike in humans, the Vulcan libido increases with time.
Paris: Well, I guess there has to be some kind of reward for all that Vulcan diskipline.
Tuvok: The Doctor anticipated my needs and developed a treatment. Combined with meditation, it will enable me to control the symptoms.
Paris: Well, if that doesn't work, there's always a cold sonic shower. I'll tell the captain that you'll be out of commission for a couple of days.
Tuvok: She will want to know why.
Paris: Well, according to my tricorder, all we've got here is a mild case of the Tarkalean flu.
Tuvok: Thank you, Lieutenant.
Seven: Mmm! I had no idea that eating was such a sensual experience. The tastes, the textures, feeling it slide down Seven's esophagus. It's exquisite.
Kim: They're prison rations. My uniform probably tastes better. EMH-
Seven: You know, I was thinking. When we get back to Voyager, perhaps you and Seven could help me modify my physical parameters.
Kim: Why? EMH-
Seven: So I can eat, of course, like any other member of the crew.
Kim: There's just one small problem. You don't have a stomach. Where is the food going to go? EMH-
Seven: I believe we can construct a holographic stomach that can store the food for eventual recycling.
Kim: Maybe we should focus on something more productive, like getting out of here. EMH-
Seven: Relax, Ensign. Our shipmates have never let us down before. I'm sure the captain will clear up this little misunderstanding. In the meantime, are you going to finish that?
Jaryn: You. Come with us.
Kim: I'm the senior officer. If you're going to take someone, take me.
Jaryn: My orders were specific. EMH-
Seven: Don't worry, Ensign. I can take care of myself. My compliments to the chef.
Lokirrim: The prisoner, sir.
Ranek: Pulse-phased weapons, duranium-enforced hull. Much more sophisticated than the typical smuggler's vessel. EMH-
Seven: How many ways do you want me to say this? We are not smugglers, or terrorists. We are explorers. Let us contact our ship. Our captain will explain everything.
Ranek: If you are innocent, then you won't mind telling me more about this vessel. For instance, this device. What does it do? EMH-
Seven: That's a standard food replicator.
Ranek: Can it be used to create bioweapons? EMH-
Seven: Not unless you count Mister Neelix's Bolian soufflé. Let me show you. Computer, one slice of New York cheesecake. This is an old Earth delicacy.
Ranek: How do I know you're not trying to poison me? EMH-
Seven: Oh, please. EMH-
Seven: Mmm mmm! Oh, I never imagined. Mmm!
Ranek: Is this the first time you've tried that? EMH-
Seven: Of course not, but it's just that I usually avoid foods that are this rich. I do have a figure to maintain. Oh, I'd better get another for you. Computer, another slice of cheesecake. Here.
Ranek: What other foods can that device create?EMH-
Seven: Hmm. EMH-
Seven: Oh, during my time with the Collective we assimilated thousands of cultures from one end of the galaxy to the other. I'll say this for the Borg, we certainly do travel. Ah, of course, my life didn't truly begin until I came aboard Voyager, and met the person who changed my life The only one who truly believed in me, saw my true potential.
Ranek: Your Captain. EMH-
Seven: Our Doctor. That's right, the photonic. If only you could have known him. Ruggedly handsome. A sharp wit, a towering intellect. If he and I hadn't been colleagues. Well, now we'll never know what heights he could have reached.
Ranek: I hope you understand, I had no choice. EMH-
Seven: I was just following orders. I've heard that before.
Ranek: Maybe there's something I could do for you. I'll speak to my superiors, ask for leniency. EMH-
Seven: If I survive that long.
Ranek: What do you mean? EMH-
Seven: My cybernetic components are already depolarizing. I need my regener regeneration device. As you can see, my motor functions are already impaired.
Ranek: All right. If I give this back to you, will you do something for me?
Seven: It was so kind of you to escort me. Ah, nice to see you, Ensign.
Kim: Are you drunk? EMH-
Seven: It wasn't my fault. Seven's unique physiology is unique. It doesn't react well to synthehol.
Kim: What happened? EMH-
Seven: Captain Ranek and I shared a meal aboard the Flyer. He's really a gentleman, once you get to know him.
Kim: You had a dinner date in Seven's body? EMH-
Seven: It wasn't a date. It was a tactical maneuver designed to win the trust of our captors, and it worked.
Kim: I won't ask what you had to do to get this. EMH-
Seven: Nothing unladylike, I assure you. They lost their medic to a recent skirmish, and I offered to take his place.
Kim: Let's download your program before they change their mind. Hey, careful where you point those tubules. EMH-
Seven: Sorry.
Kim: Easy. How do you feel?
Seven: Impaired.
Emh: You've had quite a shock to your system. Let me explain what's happened.
Seven: I know exactly what's happened. You've been abussing my body.
Emh: I'm a doctor.
Kim: Shush!
Emh: I would never abuse your body. I was trying to get information. Sometimes a glass of wine can loosen the tongue.
Seven: One glass. That doesn't excuse the other eight.
Emh: Was it that many? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Kim: Seven, you were aware of everything?
Seven: Painfully.
Emh: I'm afraid the role of spy wasn't written into my program. I was forced to improvise.
Seven: You improvised your way through an entire cheesecake, as well as three servings of Ktarian chocolate puffs. Now I have to suffer the consequences.
Emh: I apologize if I overindulged. I'll be more careful next time.
Seven: There won't be a next time.
Emh: I'll be discovered. They'll decompile my program.
Kim: Shush. I know this is difficult for you, but you're going to have put up with it until we can get out of here.
Seven: How do you propose we do that?
Kim: Maybe you can tap into their comm. system, get a message to Voyager.
Emh: Deciphering alien computers isn't exactly my forte.
Seven: But it is one of mine. If you can get close enough while they're accessing their systems, I'll be able to observe their command protocols.
Lokirrim: What's the situation?
Jaryn: The Captain wants the female prisoner in the medical bay.
Seven: We should proceed.
Emh: You're saving my life. I want you to know how grateful I am.
Seven: Try to remember that the next time you're tempted to overindulge.
Jaryn: The photonic's viral weapon attacks the cerebral cortex. Within days, the victim suffers complete synaptic failure. EMH-
Seven: Well, if we can't stop the virus, we may be able to slow its progress. We need to synthesize a neural inhibitor. Forgive me, but aren't you the ship's tactical officer?
Jaryn: Tactical officer, medic, engineer. We've lost nearly a third of our crew to the photonics. EMH-
Seven: You certainly know your way around a medical bay. You may have missed your true calling.
Jaryn: Actually, Emmik always thought I'd become a teacher. He used to call me the little professor. EMH-
Seven: Who's Emmik?
Jaryn: The photonic who helped raise my brother and me. He knew more about treating scrapes and bruises than any organic Doctor I ever met. EMH-
Seven: Sounds like someone I'd enjoy meeting.
Jaryn: Maybe. Before he joined the insurgency. EMH-
Seven: Why did he do that?
Jaryn: I ask myself that question every day. We never treated him like a servant, but he turned against us anyway. EMH-
Seven: Is it possible he felt subjugated?
Jaryn: I don't see how. He lived his own life, pursued his own interests. He was part of our family. At least I thought he was. We should get back to the patient. EMH-
Seven: It could take up to a day to determine if the inhibitor is working.
Jaryn: Thank you. EMH-
Seven: Don't thank me, thank my ship's doctor. He taught me everything I know about medicine. And remember, he was a photonic. Actually, you have a lot in common with him. He was something of a Jack of all trades, too. I suspect you'd have gotten along famously. I'm certain he would've taken a liking to you.
Paris: Your neurotransmitters aren't absorbing the medication.
Tuvok: Can you increase the dosage?
Paris: Not without causing damage to your neocortex. The Doc might be able to synthesize a stronger medicine, but
Tuvok: I'll make the best of the situation until he returns.
Paris: I do have one area of expertise that might help. The holodeck.
Tuvok: I am a married man.
Paris: It's the holodeck, Tuvok. It doesn't count.
Tuvok: Is that what you tell your wife?
Paris: No, of course not. My days of rescuing slave girls from Planet Ten are history. Look, you have photographs of your wife, right? The computer can use them to create a replica. You wouldn't be breaking your vows if it's a hologram of your wife.
T'Pel: As it was in the dawn of our days, as it will be for all tomorrows. To you, my husband, I consecrate all that I am.
Tuvok: T'Pel, my wife. From you I receive all that I am.
T'Pel: As it was in the beginning, so shall it be now.
Tuvok: Two bodies, one mind.
Paris: I'm picking up a vessel closing at high impulse. They're firing.
Chakotay: Shields are holding.
Janeway: Open a channel. This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager. We're on a peaceful mission.
Lokirrim Captain: We've detected photonic activity aboard your vessel. Drop your shields and prepare to be boarded.
Janeway: Photonic activity?
Paris: Tuvok. He's in holodeck two.
Chakotay: They're firing again. It's some kind of photonic disrupter directed at holodeck two
Janeway: Target their weapons array and fire.
Chakotay: They're hailing.
Janeway: On screen.
Lokirrim Captain: Drop your shields and prepare to receive our inspection teams.
Janeway: You're not in a position to be making demands. Why did you fire on us?
Lokirrim Captain: Your vessel is carrying photonics through Lokirrim space.
Janeway: We didn't realize that was forbidden. We'd be happy to shut down our holodecks.
Janeway: N Your sensors should confirm they've been deactivated.
Lokirrim Captain: You're still required to submit to inspection.
Janeway: Your sensors should also confirm that our weapons are ready to fire. We're both reasonable people. I suggest a compromise. Your vessel will escort us through Lokirrim territory. That way, you can keep an eye on us, make sure we don't reactivate our holodecks. The other alternative is, we destroy your ship.
Lokirrim Captain: Your proposal is acceptable.
Janeway: Sometimes diplomacy requires a little saber rattling. Begin long range scans.
Jaryn: I can picture them now. My father in his airponics bay, pruning his cona vines. My mother, reading in her favorite chair. Nothing in that home ever changes. EMH-
Seven: It must be comforting to have a place like that to go back to.
Jaryn: I've never been away this long before. His progress is remarkable. I want you to know, I'm going to tell my superiors everything you've done for us. EMH-
Seven: First Ranek, and now you. I may become the first prisoner of war to be decorated by his captors.
Jaryn: I know someone who'd really enjoy meeting you. EMH-
Seven: Who?
Jaryn: My brother, Lohden. EMH-
Seven: Your brother?
Jaryn: You'd like him. He's ambitious, accomplished, and he'd love your sense of humor. EMH-
Seven: Apparently, it's my most attractive quality.
Ranek: Seven of Nine. Please report to the bridge.
Seven: Let me guess. Your crew decided to abandon ship.
Ranek: I wanted to thank you. I had a wonderful time the other night. EMH-
Seven: It's not often that I indulge myself like that.
Ranek: It's been a long time for me, too. I remembered your interest in stellar phenomenon, so I requested a course change to show you something. EMH-
Seven: What is it?
Ranek: To an astronomer, it's simply a pulsar cluster. But our poets call it the Window of Dreams. You can travel from one end of the Quadrant to the other and never see anything like it. EMH-
Seven: Lovely!
Ranek: It's the pulsar's EM fields vibrating against our hull.EMH-
Seven: Oh!
Ranek: I once thought this was the most beautiful sight in the sector. I see now that I was wrong. Oh, I almost forgot. EMH-
Seven: Oh, I promised a friend I'd go easy on the synthehol. Do you hear that? It's identical to the rhythm produced by the eight-chambered Ktarian heart.
Ranek: Is something wrong? EMH-
Seven: Rapid pulse, respiratory distress. You may be having a reaction to the pulsar's radiation. We should get you to the medical bay.
Ranek: No, I'm not going to the medical bay. EMH-
Seven: You starship captains are all alike. You can stare down the barrel of a phaser cannon but you can't stomach a simple medical exam.
Ranek: I don't need an exam to know what I'm suffering from.
Ranek: I'm sorry. I thought. EMH-
Seven: You were wrong.
Ranek: I didn't mean to offend you. It's just I've never met a woman like you before. EMH-
Seven: That's because there are no women like me.
Jaryn: Is something wrong? EMH-
Seven: Ranek summoned me to the bridge under the pretext of a little stargazing. What he really wanted was to use my face as a tongue depressor.
Jaryn: I'm surprised to hear that. EMH-
Seven: It was completely inappropriate. That kind of behavior would get a Starfleet captain reassigned to a garbage scow.
Jaryn: I'm not defending what he did, but you have to understand we've been out here for a long time. It's difficult to hide your feelings especially when you work closely with someone you're attracted to. EMH-
Seven: You have, have feelings for him? I've known lotharios like Ranek. Trust me, you don't want anything to do with him. You need someone who, who can appreciate your many talents. Someone overflowing with intelligence and compassion, someone capable. Ow!
Jaryn: It looks like a spasm in the trapezius. EMH-
Seven: I had no idea it could be so excruciating.
Jaryn: That's what happens when you work so long without rest. Our last medic showed me a technique that might help. I, I'll try it, if you like. EMH-
Seven: Please, anything. EMH-
Seven: Oh, that, that feels wonderful.
Jaryn: Oh, did I hurt you? EMH-
Seven: No, no, no, no, no, no.
Jaryn: Well then, what's wrong? EMH-
Seven: There's something you don't know about me. Something I have to tell you.
Jaryn: It's all right. I know. EMH-
Seven: You do? How could you?
Jaryn: Your cybernetic implants? Your portable regenerator? EMH-
Seven: You're not going to tell anyone, are you?
Jaryn: I would never say anything to the crew. But Ranek knows. EMH-
Seven: He does?
Jaryn: Of course. It was apparent the moment we scanned you. EMH-
Seven: I can't believe you didn't say anything.
Jaryn: It wouldn't have been appropriate. You're part Borg. It's nothing to be ashamed of.
Woman: Security to Medical bay.
Jaryn: This is Lieutenant Jaryn.
Woman: The prisoner is ill. He's requesting treatment by his crewmate.
Kim: Argh, Argh. EMH-
Seven: Ensign.
Kim: Ow, argh, ow. Where the hell have you been? I had to fake a seizure before the guard would let me see you. EMH-
Seven: Calm down. Seven and I have been making progress.
Kim: Did you get a look at their computer?
Seven: During the one brief moment when the Doctor wasn't indulging himself.
Emh: I think I've shown considerable restraint, under the circumstances.
Seven: Kissing Ranek on the bridge. Is that your idea of restraint?
Kim: Kissing?
Emh: Not that it's any of your business, but if you must know Ranek kissed me.
Seven: And the massage you got from Lieutenant Jaryn?
Emh: Entirely therapeutic.
Seven: You became sexually aroused in my body.
Emh: When did it become a crime to enjoy a sensation or two? Of course, you'd be the last person to understand that.
Seven: What do you mean?
Emh: The whole world is full of experiences and sensations, but you insist on denying yourself. Instead of replicating caviar, you choose nutritional supplement thirteen alpha.
Seven: Caviar is an indulgence.
Emh: Indulgences are what make life worth living.
Kim: Shush.
Emh: These last few days have been a revelation. Feeling your lungs fill with air, the surge of adrenaline through your veins. Until I spent a day in your skin, I never knew what I was missing.
Seven: You may have been better off not knowing.
Emh: We're quite a pair. Me trapped by the limitations of photons and forcefields, you by a drone's obsession with efficiency. You'd make an excellent hologram.
Kim: All right, listen. You can argue all you want when we get back to Voyager, but that's not going to happen unless we come up with a plan. Did you learn anything about their comm. system?
Seven: It can only be accessed from the bridge, but I saw Ranek enter his command codes.
Kim: If we can get those codes to Voyager, they may be able to disable the shields and beam us out.
Emh: How are we going to do that?
Seven: The subspace transceiver on the Flyer.
Kim: Can you get aboard?
Seven: It's heavily guarded.
Emh: I can get us aboard.
Seven: Captain, may I speak with you? Privately.
Seven: I owe you an apology.
Ranek: I was the one who acted inappropriately. EMH-
Seven: A kiss is hardly a court martial offense. It's just that you caught me by surprise.
Ranek: I won't make that mistake again. EMH-
Seven: Perhaps we should start over.
Ranek: What did you have in mind? EMH-
Seven: We could start with a toast.
Ranek: I thought
Seven: Oh, I can make an exception for a special occasion. Computer, champagne, two glasses. To new beginnings.
Ranek: Maybe there's some hope for us yet. EMH-
Seven: As I've discovered recently, anything is possible. Computer, dim the lights. Play EMH music file gamma twelve.
Ranek: Oh, this is interesting. EMH-
Seven: It's called a waltz. Something else I learned from our doctor.
Crewman: Captain Ranek, please come to the bridge.
Ranek: What is it?
Crewman: We've received an encrypted transmission.
Ranek: I'll be right there. EMH-
Seven: You're not leaving?
Ranek: I'll be back as soon as I can. EMH-
Seven: I really think you should stay. Never play hard to get with an hologram.
Tuvok: Still no sign of the Flyer's warp signature.
Janeway: I appreciate your sense of duty, Tuvok, but we can handle the situation without you.
Tuvok: Under the circumstances, abandoning my post would be a dereliction of duty. My illness is still in the early stages. I can control it.
Janeway: If I remember correctly, the last time you came down with the Tarkalean Flu was seven years ago. As soon as this is over, the holodeck is at your disposal.
Neelix: There you are, Commander. Now, a person in your condition really ought to be in bed. This is my grandmother's recipe, guaranteed to cure even the most stubborn flu. Now, Smell that?
Tuvok: I don't smell anything.
Neelix: Exactly. I prepared it just the way you like it. No herbs or spices of any kind. It's practically tasteless.
Tuvok: We're receiving a hail. It's the Delta Flyer.
Janeway: On screen. Seven, it's good to see you. EMH-
Seven: I'm afraid there's no time for pleasantries, Captain. We're being held prisoner on a Lokirrim patrol ship. I'm sending you our precise location and the command codes to disable their shields.
Janeway: Are the Doctor and Harry all right? EMH-
Seven: Ensign Kim is his usual chipper self. As for me, I'm looking forward to a long, uneventful shift in Sickbay.
Janeway: Doctor? EMH-
Seven: It's a long story, Captain. Delta Flyer out.
Chakotay: They may be in more trouble than we thought.
Janeway: Set a course.
Paris: Our escort isn't going to take kindly to a detour.
Janeway: What's the status of their weapons?
Tuvok: They've repaired their forward phasers.
Janeway: Target their power matrix. We may only get one shot, so make it count.
Tuvok: Ready.
Janeway: Do it.
Tuvok: Direct hit.
Janeway: Get us out of here, maximum warp.
Jaryn: What's wrong with him? EMH-
Seven: Apparently, Captain Ranek has an even lower tolerance for synthehol than I do.
Jaryn: That doesn't sound like Ranek. EMH-
Seven: It's probably not something he'd admit to his crew. We should keep this between us. What are you doing?
Jaryn: Reviving him. EMH-
Seven: I wouldn't recommend that.
Ranek: Take her to detention. And separate her from the other prisoner.
Jaryn: There are traces of sedative in your bloodstream.
Ranek: What was your plan? To aid the insurgents? EMH-
Seven: There was no plan.
Jaryn: We trusted you. EMH-
Seven: I'm still a prisoner on your ship. And despite our friendship, my first obligation is to escape.
Ranek: We were going to recommend leniency. EMH-
Seven: If you knew who I really was, I doubt you'd be trying to help me.
Lokirrim: Alien vessel approaching.
Ranek: I want her where I can see her.
Tuvok: They're raising shields.
Janeway: Stand by with those command codes. Open a channel. This is Captain Kathryn Janeway. We don't want a fight. Return my people and we'll be on our way.
Ranek: Your people were caught transporting a photonic insurgent and biogenic material.
Janeway: We don't want to disable your ship, but we will if we have to.
Jaryn: We're losing our ventral shield grid.
Ranek: Compensate.
Jaryn: I'm trying. They've tapped into the shield matrix. They're using your command authorisation.
Chakotay: They're rerouting power. He's tying their shields directly into the warp matrix.
Ranek: If you fire on us, you'll trigger a core breach. You'll be killing the people you're here to rescue.
Janeway: End transmission. Tractor beam.
Ranek: Full reverse. Target their emitters.
Tuvok: They've broken free.
Janeway: Chakotay, can you send a comm. signal directly to Seven's cortical node?
Janeway: Doctor, if you can hear me, we need your help. Try to disable their shields.
Jaryn: It's a photonic.
Seven: Cover me.
Emh: Stay back! I'm not afraid to use this.
Ranek: Step away.
Jaryn: She destabilized the shield grid. It's failing.
Ranek: Watch them.
Seven: If you try to re-initialize the grid it'll overload. We could all die.
Emh: Ranek, don't.
Jaryn: Stay back.
Emh: I'm a doctor. Let me help.
Tuvok: Their shields are down. I have a lock.
Janeway: Away team, stand by for transport.
Emh: I have injured here, Captain. I can't leave yet. He'll die without immediate surgery. I know this is difficult to grasp, but I'm the person you've been getting to know the last few days. My program was in control of Seven's body.
Jaryn: You're lying.
Emh: I know you have feelings for Ranek. If he dies, you're never going to forgive yourself.
Emh: Your vital signs are stable.
Ranek: I suppose I should be grateful.
Emh: A thank you is customary after someone saves your life.
Ranek: What happened was between me and Seven of Nine, not you.
Emh: I'm sorry you feel that way. The truth is, aside from a few awkward moments, I enjoyed our time together.
Emh: There are many women who'd appreciate an attractive man like you. I'm just not one of them.
Jaryn: More of our vessels are on the way. You should leave while you can.
Ranek: Thank you.
Emh: I guess you won't be introducing me to your brother.
Jaryn: I'm not sure you're the kind of person he's interested in.
Emh: You mean because I'm a hologram. I don't imagine this experience is going to change your feelings about photonics, but I wanted you to know I'm grateful for the time we've spent together.
Jaryn: You're a talented doctor. We're the ones who should be grateful.
Emh: I'm glad I could help. Doctor to Voyager. One to beam out.
Paris: Commander, it's good to see you're over the flu.
Tuvok: I have fully recovered. Thank you for your assistance.
Paris: Ah, don't mention it. I just hope everything was okay.
Tuvok: Not exactly. My wife's ears are four millimeters shorter than your facsimile's.
Paris: So I took a little artistic license. Aside from that, was everything all right?
Tuvok: The hologram was adequate, but no substitute for my wife.
Paris: Of course not.
Emh: Please state the nature of the medical emergency.
Seven: There isn't one, yet.
Emh: The mess hall is three decks up. In case you've forgotten, I've lost my appetite. Permanently.
Seven: That doesn't mean you're incapable of enjoying a meal. Foie gras with truffles. An ancient Earth delicacy. Chateau d'Yquem. According to the culinary database, the ideal accompaniment.
Emh: Not your usual fare.
Seven: It's come to my attention that nutritional supplements don't fully meet my needs.
Emh: I see.
Seven: I thought we could share this experience. I'll describe the meal to you. The tastes, the sensations. Perhaps you can enjoy it vicariously.
Emh: What about the wine? It doesn't exactly agree with you.
Seven: If I become sick, I won't have far to go. To shared experiences.
Emh: Hear, hear.