Janeway: Excuse me, can you tell me where I can find the supervisor?
Worker: Over there.
Janeway: Thank you.
Supervisor: Your authorisation and licenses please? Level six in thermal dynamics and quantum fusion. Well, Janeway, I'm impressed.
Janeway: Thank you, sir.
Supervisor: Now if you can just manage to report to your shift on time.
Janeway: I'm sorry, I boarded the wrong transport. I ended up at the Atmosphere Filtration Facility.
Supervisor: They're always looking for skilled workers. I'm surprised they didn't offer you a job.
Janeway: I promise I won't be late again.
Supervisor: Well, it's easy to get disoriented when you're new here. I've been in this city all my life and I still get lost on occasion. Now you'll be monitoring the primary reactor coils. They process more than eight thousand
Janeway: Eight thousand metric tons of tylium per second at ninety four percent thermal efficiency. I memorized the specifications.
Supervisor: Let me know if there's anything you need. You'll find we like to keep our workforce happy.
Janeway: I can already tell it's going to be much better than my last job.
Supervisor: The specifications you asked for.
Janeway: Thanks.
Computer: Input error four one five. Command code violation two three zero eight.
Janeway: Come on, shut off that damn alarm and I promise I'll never violate you again.
Jaffen: You almost started a core overload.
Janeway: I would have corrected it.
Jaffen: Well I'm sorry for interrupting then, and for eavesdropping. I overheard you talking to your console.
Janeway: It's an old habit.
Jaffen: Does it work?
Janeway: I'm not sure this control panel and I speak the same language yet.
Jaffen: Well, if you need an interpreter. Jaffen.
Janeway: Kathryn.
Jaffen: I work just down there.
Janeway: That's good to know.
Seven: This station doesn't require two operators.
Jaffen: I don't think we've met. I'm
Seven: Employee one three two six, and you're employee eight five eight four. Since you're new here, you may not be fully familiar with the labor protocols, but you should be aware that fraternizing is not permitted during work hours.
Jaffen: And do you have a number. or maybe a name?
Seven: Annika Hansen.
Jaffen: And what exactly is your position here?
Seven: I'm the new Efficiency Monitor.
Jaffen: Oh, I didn't know they'd hired one.
Seven: Now that you do, I suggest you return to your station.
Janeway: We weren't fraternizing. He was just helping me correct an input error. We're almost finished.
Seven: Do it quickly.
Janeway: Yes, ma'am.
Jaffen: I thought we were fraternizing. Maybe we could get acquainted after work. There is a little place some of us like to go to. We could get a meal.
Janeway: I can't.
Jaffen: You need to talk to someone besides your console.
Janeway: I appreciate the offer, but with this new job I don't really have time to socialize.
Umali: They're always looking for laborers at the Power Distribution Plant.
Paris: I had a job there once. Didn't like it much.
Umali: Odd. They treat their employees well. How long were you there?
Paris: Oh, a while.
Umali: It would be very simple for me to find out.
Paris: A day.
Umali: A day?
Paris: Half a day, actually. Give or take an hour.
Umali: Not what I'd call an illustrious career.
Paris: I don't belong behind a console pushing buttons, But when I heard some of the workers talking about your place, I knew I had to get a job here.
Umali: You were terminated, weren't you?
Paris: Yes.
Umali: That's quite an accomplishment during a labor shortage. What happened?
Paris: It's a long story.
Umali: I like a long story.
Paris: I had a disagreement with the new Efficiency Monitor. She didn't think my work was very
Umali: Efficient?
Paris: Exactly.
Umali: Then why should I hire you?
Paris: Well, there's my natural charm and personality. They'd be a real asset around a place like this where you're trying to attract patrons. I mean, look at you. You haven't been able to tear yourself away from me.
Umali: There's no one else here.
Paris: Please. I really need the work.
Umali: You'd better clean those tables over there. This place is going to be filled with hungry workers as soon as the next shift ends.
Paris: You won't regret this.
Umali: Oh, I'm certain I will.
Jaffen: All of them about my father and he couldn't understand why I wasn't insulted. Finally I just had to tell him. I'm Norvalen, I don't have a father!
Jaffen: It wasn't that funny, Tuvok.
Tuvok: On the contrary. The man was ignorant of how your species procreates. His attempt to disparage you ultimately humiliated him. Irony is often a source of humor.
Jaffen: Yes, well, when you explain it like that, it's not funny at all.
Tuvok: I also have some humorous anecdotes to share.
Jaffen: I'll look forward to hearing them.
Jaffen: I thought you didn't have time to socialize?
Janeway: I'm not socializing. I'm reviewing these manuals and having something to eat.
Jaffen: Well, I recommend the Latara broth and the section on thermal coefficients. I'll join you.
Janeway: Really, I'm very, very busy.
Jaffen: Oh, not to socialize. To, er, help you review the manuals.
Paris: Here you are. Compliments of the proprietress.
Umali: Tom?
Paris: I'll be right back.
Umali: The proprietress doesn't give away drinks.
Paris: Well, I'm just creating customer loyalty.
Umali: You've been creating loyalty all night with those two women. I suggest you attend to the other tables.
Paris: Yes, ma'am.
Umali: Here you are.
Jaffen: Thank you. It looks great.
Janeway: I can't believe I let you keep me out this late.
Jaffen: I felt it was my responsibility to help you study those manuals.
Janeway: Of course.
Jaffen: And now that I have, you should be less likely to overload the core. You know, with all this fascinating discussion about thermal co-efficients you never told me where you're from.
Janeway: A planet called Earth.
Jaffen: Never heard of it.
Janeway: Oh, a long way from here.
Jaffen: What's it like?
Janeway: Overpopulated, polluted, very little work.
Jaffen: It sounds like my home world. I guess we're both lucky to be here.
Janeway: It's nice to be in a place where different species get along so well.
Jaffen: So, you admit we're getting along.
Janeway: I was speaking in a broader cultural context.
Jaffen: I see.
Janeway: There's a lot of violence where I come from.
Jaffen: That's too bad.
Janeway: I still haven't adjusted to the weather here. It gets so cold at night.
Security: It's almost curfew.
Jaffen: Yes, sir. We both live right here.
Security: Good night, then.
Jaffen: You know, one of the advantages of living in employee housing is that we can continue sharing ideas even after the work day is over.
Janeway: Is that so?
Jaffen: Yes, and I do have a spectacular view of the river from my living quarters.
Janeway: I really have to get to sleep. Maybe another time.
Jaffen: I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable.
Janeway: You're not.
Jaffen: Well, if you get lonely
Janeway: I'll let you know.
Janeway: It wasn't me.
Jaffen: It's not an overload. It's time for our inoculations.
Janeway: What inoculations?
Jaffen: They're nothing to worry about. Protection against ambient radiation.
Janeway: I didn't realize that was a problem.
Jaffen: It's not, as long as you're inoculated regularly. We're lucky to have an employer that concerned about our safety.
Tech: Is something wrong?
Tuvok: Forgive me, but I'm, I'm afraid of injections.
Med Tech: I assure you, this is painless.
Tuvok: Is there some other method of administering the medication?
Med Tech: No, I'm afraid there isn't.
Tuvok: Very well.
Med Tech: We're finished. You can go back to work. Next. First Officer's log, stardate 54584.3. Ensign Kim, Mister Neelix and I are returning to Voyager after five days of trading with the Nar Shaddan.
Kim: In six years I've never been on an away mission worse than this one.
Neelix: I don't know how you can say that? The cargo hold is crammed with valuable supplies.
Kim: And my stomach is crammed with alien parasites doing backflips.
Neelix: I guess you shouldn't have drunk that Falah nectar.
Kim: You insisted I try it.
Neelix: The Nar Shaddan consider it a delicacy. To refuse would have insulted them.
Kim: I didn't hear you insisting that Commander Chakotay try it.
Neelix: Commander Chakotay's a vegetarian.
Kim: It was made from meat?
Neelix: More like a meat by-product.
Kim: I'm going to be sick.
Neelix: Not after you drink this.
Kim: What is it?
Neelix: Leola bark tea, to settle even the queasiest of stomachs.
Kim: Oh, it smells worse than the meat nectar. I'll wait for the Doctor to treat me. At least I'll be sleeping in my own bed tonight.
Chakotay: Harry, I know you're not feeling well, but I need you and Neelix up here.
Kim: On our way.
Neelix: Anything wrong, Commander?
Chakotay: We're at the rendezvous coordinates, but there's no sign of Voyager, and they're not responding to hails. Start scanning on all frequencies. They've got to be out there somewhere.
Kim: So much for my own bed.
Emh: Re-initialize the subspace transponder.
Computer: Warning. Main computer is failing.
Emh: Switch to backup processors.
Computer: Main computer stabilized.
Emh: Good. Now, let's try this again. Re-initialize the subspace transponder.
Computer: Unable to comply.
Emh: Why not?
Computer: Insufficient power.
Emh: And they say I'm difficult. Reroute power from the replicator system.
Computer: Unable to comply.
Emh: Clarify.
Computer: Relays to the transponder are fused.
Emh: Any suggestions?
Computer: Please restate inquiry.
Emh: Can the power relays be bypassed?
Computer: Negative.
Emh: Then I suppose I'll have to replace them by hand.
Computer: Warning. Intruder alert.
Emh: Where?
Computer: The bridge.
Emh: How many?
Computer: Two humanoids.
Emh: Can you identify them?
Computer: Negative. Sensor resolution is below twenty percent.
Emh: Stop what you're doing and turn around!
Kim: Take it easy, Doc. It's us.
Emh: It's good to see some friendly faces. For that matter, it's good to see any faces at all. I'm sorry I haven't gotten life support back online yet, but since I've been the only one aboard it hasn't been a priority.
Chakotay: What the hell happened?
Emh: We ran into some problems.
Chakotay: I can see that. Can you be a little more specific?
Emh: Of course. About twelve hours after you left on your away mission, things started to go wrong.
Emh: We hit some sort of subspace mine.
Emh: Computer, transfer the EMH to the mobile emitter. Sickbay to bridge. Sickbay to Engineering, please respond.
Emh: It wasn't long before I was inundated with casualties, all suffering from tetryon radiation poisoning. Pretty soon the Captain arrived.
Janeway: Doctor, can you treat these people?
Emh: I can stabilize them, but if we can't contain the radiation
Janeway: Get everyone to the escape pods, quickly. Not you, Doctor. I need you here.
Emh: Captain?
Janeway: Computer, activate the Emergency Command Hologram. Authorisation Janeway omega three.
Computer: Command codes transferred.
Janeway: You've wanted this chance for a long time. Now you've got it.
Emh: Aye, Captain.
Janeway: Try to vent the radiation. The rest of us will get out of the contaminated area and head for the nearest habitable planet.
Emh: You need medical care.
Janeway: Unless someone answers our distress call we'll have to made do with medkits. We'll rendezvous as soon as it's safe to come back on board. Take good care of Voyager.
Emh: You can count on me, Captain.
Emh: The crew abandoned ship and I began to assess the damage caused by the mine. But before I could even get started with the repairs, I got some unexpected company.
Emh: Computer, report.
Computer: An alien vessel has locked on to Voyager with a tractor beam.
Emh: Open a channel. This is the Federation starship Voyager. Disengage your tractor beam.
Coyote: Our scans show no lifesigns aboard your vessel. Identify yourself.
Emh: I am the Emergency Command Hologram.
Coyote: Hologram?
Emh: That's right. Now release my ship.
Coyote: Your crew's abandoned it. It belongs to me now.
Emh: I beg to differ. Computer, target the vessel's tractor emitter and fire.
Emh: Come about, heading nine zero three mark six. Engage at warp two.
Computer: Warp engines are offline.
Emh: Evasive pattern beta four. Target the vessel's engines.
Computer: Warning. Two vessels approaching bearing three three six mark one.
Emh: Reverse course. Full impulse.
Emh: I managed to evade the other two ships and hid inside this nebula. I vented the radiation, repaired as many systems as I could, but with no help? Let's just say I'm glad you found me.
Kim: It wasn't easy picking up your homing signal.
Emh: Well, I had to encrypt it. Every time I left the nebula I detected more ships searching for me.
Chakotay: Any idea who they are?
Emh: No, but I've analyzed all of their weapons signatures. They match the subspace mine. It was a deliberate attempt to disable Voyager.
Chakotay: Good thing you were here.
Kim: What about the rest of the crew?
Emh: Not a word.
Kadan: Make them comfortable. We're going to treat your injuries.
Janeway: Who are you?
Kadan: My name is Doctor Kadan. We're in a Quarren Medical Facility.
Janeway: My crew ?
Kadan: My understanding is that they've all been rescued from their escape pods.
Janeway: Treat my people first.
Kadan: Everyone will be taken care of.
Janeway: Thank you.
Tuvok: What is that medication?
Kadan: An anti-radiation serum. Perfectly safe.
Tuvok: What are you doing?
Kadan: She's suffering from dysphoria syndrome. Don't worry, it's treatable.
Tuvok: Release her immediately.
Kadan: Restrain him.
Tuvok: Captain! No, no!
Tuvok: Excuse me.
Janeway: Hi.
Tuvok: I believe we know each other.
Janeway: You're Tuvok, right? We met last week at the shift briefing.
Tuvok: Before that. Before we were working here.
Janeway: Oh, I don't think so. I mean, we're obviously not from the same place.
Tuvok: Still, I believe I know you. From the hospital, perhaps?
Janeway: What hospital?
Tuvok: I am not certain. We were patients.
Janeway: You must have me confused with someone else. I've never been sick enough to go to a hospital. I'm sorry, I have a lot of work to finish.
Tuvok: Please, try to remember. It may be important.
Jaffen: Is there a problem here?
Janeway: I think it's just a misunderstanding.
Jaffen: Tuvok?
Tuvok: She's right. It's, er, it's, er, a misunderstanding.
Jaffen: You don't look well. Maybe you should go to the infirmary.
Tuvok: No, no, I'm fine. Fine. Er, I'll go back to my station. Sorry to have bothered you.
Jaffen: What was that all about?
Janeway: I'm not sure. Strange man.
Jaffen: And a terrible joke teller. So, we having dinner tonight?
Janeway: Again?
Jaffen: What, you don't like my cooking?
Janeway: No, it's wonderful. It's just
Jaffen: I'm a perfectionist. I'm going to keep trying until I make you the perfect meal.
Janeway: And then we stop eating together? I'll have dinner with you, on one condition. I make it.
Jaffen: I think I can accept those terms.
Janeway: Good. Now go back to your station before the Efficiency Monitor catches us fraternizing.
Paris: Can I bring you something else?
Torres: No, thank you.
Paris: I haven't seen you in here before.
Torres: You probably just didn't notice.
Paris: Oh, I'd have noticed.
Torres: Well, apparently you aren't as observant as you think you are.
Paris: Oh, really?
Torres: I've been coming in here the same time every day, for the past two weeks.
Paris: Well, that explains it. I usually work nights.
Torres: Me, too.
Paris: At the Power Distribution Facility. You see? I am observant.
Umali: Tom, I need you for a moment.
Paris: I'll be right there. Listen, you should come back in when you get a night off. It's a lot more fun when there's a crowd.
Torres: I don't really like crowds.
Paris: Well then, maybe we could get together during the day sometime, take a walk by the river.
Torres: I don't think so.
Paris: Why not? I'm a very engaging conversationalist.
Paris: Oh.
Torres: Yeah. Still want to get together?
Paris: You're married.
Torres: No.
Paris: Oh.
Torres: Enjoy your day. First Officer's log, stardate 54597.9. After restoring primary systems, we've left the nebula to try to find the crew. Though there's still a lot of damage, we have been able to reconfigure sensors to detect subspace mines. Ensign Kim's been running continuous scans but there's still no sign of our people. On the bright side, the ships that were searching for us seem to have given up. With only four people on board, repairs are going slowly.
Computer: Power to the secondary propulsion systems has been restored.
Kim: Kim to Doctor. Report to Astrometrics.
Emh: On my way.
Emh: Any luck?
Kim: I've scanned ships and planets in eighty three systems. No humans, no Vulcans, no Bolians.
Emh: Maybe we can increase the range of the sensors by tying them into the main deflector?
Kim: I've already done that.
Emh: Oh. Well, we can boost resolution by
Kim: I appreciate your input, Doc, but I didn't call you down here to help me scan. I'm still feeling kind of queasy from that nectar.
Emh: I treated you days ago.
Kim: Whatever you did hasn't worked. Maybe all those command subroutines are compromising your medical abilities.
Emh: Maybe all that sarcasm is compromising your natural charm.
Emh: I've repaired the deuterium injectors, brought secondary propulsion back online, and soothed Ensign Kim's upset tummy.
Chakotay: Good work. Why don't you get started on the ruptured plasma conduits on deck ten?
Emh: Can't you take care of those?
Chakotay: I beg your pardon?
Emh: Emergency Command Hologram. Doesn't that suggest my place is here, in Voyager's command center?
Chakotay: Look, Doc, I'm impressed with the way you handled yourself while we were gone. But right now we've got to prioritize.
Kim: Kim to Chakotay.
Chakotay: Go ahead.
Kim: I've found them, Commander. They're on an M class planet. At maximum warp, we can be there in less than three days.
Chakotay: Transfer the coordinates to the helm. I'll be in Astrometrics. Doctor, the command center is yours.
Jaffen: Mmm, smells good.
Janeway: It's only burnt on the outside. Your cooking console's a little temperamental, huh?
Jaffen: Did you try talking to it?
Janeway: Once I cut off the charred part, I'm sure it'll be fine.
Jaffen: It's good.
Janeway: Really?
Jaffen: Let's go.
Jaffen: Where?
Janeway: I promised you dinner. We'll just have to get it somewhere else.
Jaffen: Wait. I'm not really hungry. Are you?
Janeway: No.
Jaffen: Let's stay here. First Officer's log, stardate 54608.6. We've traced the crew's life signs to a large city on a planet called Quarra. Unfortunately, the local officials aren't being very cooperative.
Ambassador: I have personally interviewed several of the individuals on your crew manifest. None of them know who you are, nor have they heard of a starship Voyager.
Chakotay: I'd like to speak to them myself.
Ambassador: That's not possible.
Chakotay: If you're telling the truth, you have nothing to lose by letting us talk to them.
Ambassador: Unlike other planets in this system, we grant our guest workers the full protection of our laws.
Emh: What exactly are you protecting them from?
Ambassador: Unscrupulous individuals attempting to acquire skilled laborers.
Emh: We're not trying to acquire laborers. We're trying to find our friends.
Ambassador: Most of your friends have excellent positions in the Central Power Facility in the capital. Why would any of them want to travel thousands of light years to a planet on the other side of the galaxy when they have safe, comfortable lives right here?
Chakotay: Because it isn't their home.
Ambassador: I suggest you look elsewhere to increase your labor supply. And if you attempt to disturb any of our citizens, we will respond with force.
Chakotay: Any luck?
Kim: There's no way to beam them through the shield grid.
Chakotay: Take us out of orbit.
Emh: We're not leaving them behind?
Chakotay: No, but I want these people to think we are.
Jaffen: I hope the cooking console's not being temperamental again?
Janeway: Making a hot drink is one thing I can do. JAFFEN You're right. It's good.
Janeway: I told you.
Jaffen: What's even better is being here with you. Are you comfortable?
Janeway: The blanket's nice and warm.
Jaffen: No, I mean here with me.
Janeway: I can't remember being more comfortable in my life.
Paris: Yeah, I'll take care of it.
Paris: Hi. Listen, I get off work in a few minutes. I thought maybe you and I could go
Torres: You don't give up, do you?
Paris: You don't even know what I was going to say.
Torres: Let me guess. You're going to invite me to take a walk by the river, or maybe to your living quarters to admire the view.
Paris: Actually I was going to offer to introduce you to some people I met. A couple, expecting their first baby in a few weeks. I thought you might want to get to know some other parents. You know, swap stories, maybe even find a playmate for your baby? If it's a bad idea
Torres: No. No, it's nice.
Paris: Listen, I'm sorry about the other day.
Torres: I'm the one who should be apologizing. I shouldn't have assumed
Paris: Forget it.
Torres: Look, it's rare that I admit I'm wrong so you might as well take advantage of it while you can. It's been hard, being alone with a baby coming. I have a habit of keeping my guard up.
Paris: That's understandable.
Torres: It's just, a romantic relationship is really out of the question for me right now, and when you started asking
Paris: How about a friend?
Torres: What?
Paris: Well, you said romance is out of the question, but could you use a friend?
Chakotay: Any progress?
Neelix: I've spoken to the captains of eight vessels that left Quarra in the last two weeks.
Emh: No one knew anything about the crew?
Neelix: No, but every one of them asked me if I was looking for employment. Apparently, there's a severe labor shortage throughout this system. There's a lot of competition for workers.
Chakotay: That Ambassador said most of our people were working at the main power facility. I wonder if they still have any positions to fill?
Neelix: I can make some inquiries. Why?
Chakotay: Because you and I are going to find ourselves jobs.
Emh: Re-entering orbit might arouse their suspicion.
Neelix: Not if we take my ship.
Chakotay: Good idea, Neelix.
Emh: Commander, you've spoken directly with several government officials. You could be recognized.
Chakotay: Isn't reconstructive surgery one of your specialties?
Neelix: I still say you should have posed as a Talaxian. We'd have made a striking pair.
Chakotay: Whiskers make me itch. How did it go?
Neelix: As soon as I told the Supervisor our qualifications, he was eager to hire us. He even helped me get a docking permit for my ship. We'll be gainfully employed by tomorrow morning.
Kim: Here you go, Doc.
Emh: Give me your hand, Mister Neelix.
Neelix: What's this?
Kim: A sub-dermal transponder. It will allow us to maintain an open comm. link so we can transport you through the shield grid if there's trouble.
Chakotay: Hold position at maximum transporter range.
Kim: Aye, sir.
Emh: I assumed I'd be in charge during your absence, Commander.
Kim: Excuse me?
Emh: An Emergency Command Hologram programmed with over two million tactical subroutines outranks an Ensign.
Kim: A few words to the computer and this Ensign can delete those subroutines.
Emh: Then you'd be depriving yourself of a skilled leader for the sake of your ego.
Kim: Oh, my ego?
Chakotay: Gentlemen. Work it out.
Both: Aye, sir.
Seven: Employee eight five eight three. Mister Tuvok. According to my records, you've neglected to report for your last three inoculations. These inoculations are for your protection. A sick worker is not an efficient worker. Report to the infirmary.
Tuvok: Seven of Nine.
Seven: What?
Tuvok: Seven of Nine. It's your designation.
Seven: My employee number is eight five eight six. Take your hands off me!
Seven: Call security!
Tuvok: I don't believe you are who you think you are.
Tuvok: We don't belong here. We don't belong here! This isn't right! We don't belong here!
Supervisor: Qualification level three in micro-kinetics. You could use some improvement there. Level five in thermionic conversion. Good, We lost a thermionic specialist yesterday.
Chakotay: Did he find a better job?
Supervisor: Health problems.
Supervisor: Someone you know?
Chakotay: No, just an unusual species.
Supervisor: We have a diverse workforce. Our thermionic converters operate on a rotating frequency, so they have to be closely monitored. You'll be required to report your readings to the controller at a regular interval. Any questions?
Supervisor: Are you listening to me?
Chakotay: Sorry, sir. I'm just excited to be here.
Supervisor: Carry on.
Chakotay: Kathryn.
Janeway: Yes?
Chakotay: It's Chakotay.
Janeway: I'm sorry?
Chakotay: I'm new here. The supervisor said you would be a good person to speak to if I had any questions.
Janeway: What can I help you with?
Chakotay: Nothing. I just wanted to introduce myself.
Janeway: Oh. What did you say your name was?
Chakotay: Chakotay. Actually, that's just what my friends call me. My employment file lists my given name, Amal Kotay.
Janeway: Well, whatever your name is, I'm happy to help you any way I can.
Tuvok: No. No.
Kadan: You're experiencing a relapse of dysphoria syndrome. This is going to make you feel better.
Tuvok: Get away from me.
Paris: Losing my job there was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Neelix: Why's that?
Paris: Well, so many rules and regulations. It was like a military operation.
Neelix: I know what you mean. Report here, reroute power there. It's almost like serving aboard a starship.
Paris: Have you ever done that?
Neelix: You're looking at the former captain of his own cargo vessel.
Paris: Hmm. Must be quite a life.
Neelix: What about you. Ever worked on a ship?
Paris: Oh, no. Space travel makes me sick.
Neelix: So, do you know most of the people that come in here?
Paris: A lot of them. This is a great place to work.
Neelix: Seems like it.
Paris: I could put in a good word for you to my employer.
Chakotay: Ah, Neelix.
Neelix: I was wondering when you'd get here. Amal Kotay, this is my new friend, Tom Paris.
Paris: What can I get you?
Chakotay: That looks good.
Neelix: I was assigned to the Primary Fusion Chamber along with Mulchaey and Celes. Neither of them recognized me.
Chakotay: Let me guess. They really love their jobs.
Neelix: It's like they've all been programmed to be happy here.
Chakotay: It's a safe bet they're not going to leave willingly.
Paris: Here you go.
Janeway: Hi, how was your first day?
Chakotay: Not bad.
Janeway: Would you and your friend like to join us?
Chakotay: That would be nice.
Jaffen: Er, actually I was hoping we could eat alone tonight.
Chakotay: Maybe another time.
Janeway: That was rude.
Jaffen: I'm sorry, I just, er. There's something I'd like to talk to you about.
Torres: Thanks.
Woman: Thank you for joining us.
Paris: B'Elanna. I'm due for a break. I'll walk you to the transport.
Torres: Stop worrying. I'll be fine.
Paris: It's not you that I'm worried about.
Torres: The baby will be fine, too.
Jaffen: So, what I was thinking is. If we were to combine our resources, we would reduce our expenses.
Janeway: Are you asking me to move in?
Jaffen: Yes. I know it's impulsive, I know we haven't known each other very long. But things are so easy when we're together, and I just thought I
Janeway: Okay.
Jaffen: What?
Janeway: Maybe I'm out of my mind, but let's try it.
Chakotay: Excuse me.
Torres: It was my fault. I should watch where I'm going.
Chakotay: B'Elanna?
Torres: How do you know my name?
Chakotay: What if I told you we were old friends?
Torres: That's a ridiculous statement.
Chakotay: I know it sounds strange, but I can prove it to you.
Torres: Look, I'm sorry, but I'm late for work.
Torres: Let go of me!
Chakotay: I'm not going to hurt you.
Torres: No.
Torres: Security, help!
Chakotay: Chakotay to Voyager. We've got B'Elanna.
Chakotay: Lock on to Neelix's signal and transport them to Sickbay.
Kim: Acknowledged.
Torres: Help me!
Security: Let her go.
Security: Stop!
Chakotay: Harry, I need an emergency transport now!
Kim: Sorry, Commander, we're under attack. I had to raise shields.
Torres: No, leave me alone.
Neelix: We're friends. We're trying to help you.
Torres: No, don't touch me!
Security: He turned into the access way.
Security 2: I'll call for reinforcements.
Security 2: I think he went in there!
Security: Be careful, he might be armed.
Security: Wait here.
Security 2: Yes, sir.
Security: He's deactivated a safety field. Alert emergency medical, he may have tried to jump.
Kim: I can't penetrate their shields.
Emh: Maybe we don't have to. The battle of Vorkado, it's in my tactical database. A Romulan captain disabled two attacking vessels by creating a photonic shock wave between the ships.
Kim: How'd he do that?
Emh: Watch and learn.
Emh: I don't think they'll be bothering us again.
Kim: Good work. Let's go back for Chakotay.
Emh: Five more ships on an intercept course.
Kim: What's your tactical database telling you now?
Emh: Transporters are damaged, shields are failing. We have to retreat, come up with a new plan.
Kim: Agreed.
Janeway: Listen, I'm sorry about my friend.
Chakotay: Excuse me?
Janeway: Jaffen. He wasn't very nice when I invited you to join us. Are you all right?
Chakotay: I'm just a little tired. First day on a new job.
Janeway: I know how that can be. Well, I just wanted to let you know you're more than welcome to sit with us.
Chakotay: Actually, I was thinking about going home.
Janeway: Well, if you change your mind, we're celebrating.
Chakotay: What's the occasion?
Janeway: I've decided to move in with Jaffen.
Chakotay: Congratulations.
Yerid: Look among the patrons. Yerid, criminal investigations.
Paris: We run an honest business.
Yerid: I'm looking for two people who disappeared after leaving here earlier this evening. One was a young pregnant woman.
Paris: B'Elanna?
Yerid: You know her?
Paris: I knew I should have walked her to the transport.
Yerid: Why, did you think someone might try to hurt her?
Paris: This city is supposed to be safe!
Yerid: The person with her was described as short, with mottled skin, facial hair.
Paris: Sounds like someone who was in here earlier. A worker from the plant.
Yerid: Do you know his name?
Paris: Neelix, I think.
Yerid: Did you see him talking to anyone else while he was here?
Paris: He had a friend, Amal something.
Yerid: Can you describe him?
Paris: I don't have to, he's sitting right over ECH log, stardate 54622.4. I've found an ingenious place to hide while we make repairs. A moon with a para-magnetic core that masks our energy signature. I've turned my attention to Lieutenant Torres, whose treatment will also require ingenuity.
Emh: The scan on the left was performed during B'Elanna's last physical. The one on the right, just a few minutes ago. The memory centers of her brain have been radically altered.
Neelix: People from our crew seemed to remember parts of their real lives, but they got a lot of the details wrong. Tom knew his name, that he was from Earth, but he said space travel made him sick.
Emh: Whoever did this is very sophisticated, capable of selectively manipulating memory engrams. Some have been suppressed, some altered, others left intact.
Neelix: Can you undo the damage?
Emh: I believe so, but it'll take some time.
Neelix: I wish I could help.
Emh: Maybe you can. She'll require several treatments. In between, you could expose her to familiar sights and surroundings.
Neelix: Say no more. I'll take her on a whirlwind tour of her own life.
Emh: Don't rush things. This is going to be very traumatic for her.
Ravoc: Acute anxiety, depression. When I interviewed him he insisted that he's not who he's supposed to be, that we've stolen his katra, whatever that is.
Kadan: Conclusions?
Ravoc: Tri-lobe regression complex? Polar-affective disorder?
Kadan: Neuro-psychiatry isn't a guessing game, Doctor Ravoc.
Ravoc: Dysphoria syndrome.
Kadan: You have been studying my research.
Ravoc: According to your work, the condition is very rare.
Kadan: It is. I've treated this man before. Apparently, he has suffered a relapse. Recommended treatment?
Ravoc: Engrammatic resequencing is typically indicated.
Kadan: You seem skeptical.
Ravoc: Resequencing is a radical procedure.
Kadan: If he had a malignant tumor, would you be afraid to cut it out?
Ravoc: No.
Kadan: This syndrome is just as insidious. It requires aggressive treatment. Get started.
Tuvok: Please. Help me.
Ravoc: That's what we're here to do.
Seven: I want to know the status of employee eight five eight three.
Supervisor: Maybe it's different where you come from, but here it's polite to say good morning.
Seven: Good morning.
Supervisor: Eight five eight three. The man who was removed by security yesterday. He's been hospitalized.
Seven: Is there any reason to believe that his condition might be contagious? He came in contact with other workers. Some of them have expressed concern.
Supervisor: Well, tell them not worry.
Yerid: Excuse me, am I intruding?
Supervisor: What can we do for you?
Yerid: I'm investigating the disappearance of two of your employees.
Supervisor: Who?
Yerid: Their names are Neelix and Torres.
Seven: Both of them failed to report for work today. YERID What about this man?
Seven: Employee nine three six three. He didn't report for his shift either.
Yerid: I'd like to see his personnel file, and I'll need to interview anyone who may know where he is.
Seven: Why are you looking for him?
Yerid: I believe he's responsible for the disappearance of the other two.
Jaffen: You've only been here three weeks. Where did you get all these things?
Janeway: I'm a collector.
Jaffen: You collect spent plasma relays?
Janeway: I like to think of it as a decorative object.
Janeway: You know, I think this would look better over there.
Jaffen: You're not going to start telling me how to dress, are you? Where are you going?
Janeway: To get the rest of my things.
Jaffen: There's more?
Janeway: Lights.
Janeway: What do you want?
Chakotay: You told me you were moving out. I needed a place to hide.
Janeway: Jaffen knows where I am. He'll come looking for me.
Chakotay: I'm hoping you won't tell him I'm here.
Janeway: They say you had something to do with the disappearance of a woman at the plant.
Chakotay: I did. Her name's B'Elanna. She was brought to this planet against her will. Something was done to her so she'd forget her real life.
Janeway: And what, you helped her get home?
Chakotay: That's right. There are other people in this city who I'm also trying to help. I'm not here to hurt anyone. You have to trust me.
Janeway: You're pointing a weapon at me.
Chakotay: Go ahead, report me. But if you do, a lot of innocent people are going to suffer. All I'm asking for is a place to stay until my friends come back for me.
Janeway: We're going to have to do something about that arm.
Torres: The waiter from the tavern?
Neelix: Lieutenant Tom Paris, our pilot, and B'Elanna Torres, our Chief Engineer. That picture was taken on your honeymoon.
Torres: It isn't possible.
Neelix: How else would we have it? It's an antique television. You gave it to Tom as a present.
Torres: He watches cartoons.
Neelix: Yes.
Torres: How do I know that?
Neelix: Because you're starting to remember.
Torres: I wondered why he was so protective of me.
Neelix: I'll be outside if you need me.
Seven: Your shift ended three hours ago.
Janeway: My friend Jaffen. Employee one three two six. He cut himself.
Seven: Removing property from these premises is not permitted.
Janeway: I know, but he's just too stubborn to go to the hospital. I promise I'll have it back first thing in the morning.
Seven: Be sure that you do.
Seven: Display the personnel file for employee eight five eight three.
Computer: Access restricted. Security clearance verified.
Seven: Display all medical and historical data for this employee's species.
Computer: Data unavailable.
Seven: List all files accessed by this employee since he's been here.
Computer: Personnel files. Employee eight five eight two. Nozowo, Kashimuro. Employee eight five eight four. Janeway, Kathryn. Employee eight five eight five. McKenzie, William. Employee eight five eight six. Hansen, Annika. Employee eight five eight seven. Anderson, Lydia. Employee eight five eight eight, Torres, B'Elanna. Employee
Janeway: You need a doctor.
Chakotay: That'll have to wait till I'm back on Voyager.
Janeway: Voyager?
Chakotay: My ship.
Janeway: You live onboard?
Chakotay: For almost seven years.
Janeway: Don't you ever want to stay in one place?
Chakotay: You seem happy here.
Janeway: I've got a good job.
Chakotay: Ever consider doing something more challenging?
Janeway: My job's challenging enough.
Chakotay: You monitor reactor coils, right? You're obviously a very capable woman. You could probably run that power plant.
Janeway: Why would I want all that responsibility?
Janeway: What's that?
Chakotay: My people are trying to contact me. Chakotay here.
Kim: Are you okay, Commander?
Chakotay: For the time being. Can you get me out of here?
Kim: No, sir.
Kim: We're eight light years away.
Chakotay: How are you transmitting this signal that far?
Emh: We're using a triaxialating frequency on a covariant
Emh: Subspace band. It was B'Elanna's idea.
Chakotay: I take it she's feeling better.
Emh: She's responded well to treatment.
Kim: Have you located anyone else from the crew?
Chakotay: As a matter of fact, I'm sitting with Captain Janeway right now.
Kim: How is she?
Chakotay: A little suspicious, just like B'Elanna was at first. How soon can you get back into transporter range?
Kim: We need
Kim: A couple more days to finish repairs. What about the shield grid?
Chakotay: I have an idea how to shut it down.
Chakotay: Until I get back to you, let's maintain comm. silence, just in case we're being monitored.
Kim: Understood. Good luck, Commander.
Janeway: Why did you call me captain?
Chakotay: Because that's who you are.
Janeway: That's absurd. So what are you saying, that I was brought here by force too? That my memories were manipulated?
Chakotay: I know it sounds strange.
Janeway: Helping you was a mistake.
Chakotay: Listen to me. There are more then a hundred members of Voyager's crew working at that power plant. Your crew. And when our ship gets here I'll be able to prove it to you. Look, I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to, but don't you at least want to know the truth? Let me prove who I am. Hand me that dermal regenerator.
Janeway: We're the same race.
Chakotay: We're more than that. We're friends.
Jaffen: Am I hearing you correctly? You're actually helping this man? He abducted one of the workers.
Janeway: She's a member of his crew.
Jaffen: Right, and you're the captain. Don't you see? He's trying to convince you that you'll have a better life if you go with him. Do you want to go with him?
Janeway: No.
Jaffen: Then why are you risking everything we have?
Chakotay: I was starting to think
Yerid: Stay where you are.
Chakotay: I don't know them.
Yerid: I think you do, and I think you were involved in their disappearance.
Chakotay: I'm not the man you're looking for.
Yerid: Yes, the witness' description doesn't fit you exactly, but I'm sure that'll be explained once the doctor here finds evidence of dermal regeneration. What is it?
Surgeon: Some kind of communications device implanted under his skin.
Yerid: Remove it.
Chakotay: Listen to me. You and I have something in common.
Yerid: Oh?
Chakotay: We're both investigating disappearances. If you answer my questions, I'll answer yours.
Security: I have an order to transfer this patient to Division six.
Yerid: Division six?
Surgeon: Neuropathology?
Security: We believe that he's mentally ill.
Chakotay: He's lying. How could they know that? They've never examined me.
Yerid: I'll come with you.
Security: I'm sorry, sir, but my orders are to bring him for immediate treatment.
Yerid: This man is a suspect in a serious crime. I'm not letting him out of my sight.
Security: If you check that order, you'll see it's been approved by the Director of Investigations.
Chakotay: My real name is Chakotay. I'm an officer aboard the Federation starship Voyager. Members of my crew were abducted and their memories were altered, and they were put to work here. I can give you names, descriptions. Listen to me!
Torres: Smells good.
Neelix: Pancakes with maple syrup are your favorite breakfast. You know, sometimes food is like time travel. You inhale an aroma, take a bite of something and suddenly, bam! You're back at the moment you first tasted it.
Torres: They're good. I'm not experiencing time travel.
Neelix: What are you reading?
Torres: Personal logs.
Neelix: Do you remember recording any of them?
Torres: They're not mine. They're Tom's.
Neelix: Those are supposed to be private.
Torres: Well, he is my husband.
Neelix: What do they say?
Torres: They're private. But the way he describes me.
Neelix: He loves you.
Torres: I guess so.
Neelix: How do you feel?
Torres: It's still a little foggy.
Neelix: That fog should lift as soon as the Doctor finishes your treatments.
Torres: Yeah, but what about the guy who recorded these logs?
Emh: I've been analyzing our scans of the Quarren patrol ships that attacked us, and I think I've devised a way of evading their sensors.
Kim: You do have a knack for tactical planning.
Emh: That's something I've been meaning to discuss with you. Once we've succeeded in this mission, and I'm certain we will, I'd like you to help me program a new medical hologram.
Kim: You don't like the idea of going back to your old job now that you've had a taste of command.
Emh: I'm a skilled officer.
Kim: No offense, Doc, but that skill was programmed into you.
Emh: Yes.
Kim: I'm sure once you're back to your old self, you'll be happy being a full-time doctor again. Commander Chakotay's hailing us. We're receiving you, sir. Go ahead.
Chakotay: I'm having trouble with my transceiver. This may be to last chance we have to talk.
Kim: What's your status?
Chakotay: I'm almost ready to shut down the shield grid. I'm sending you encrypted instructions. They'll tell you where and when to enter orbit.
Kim: We have it, Commander.
Chakotay: Chakotay out.
Kadan: Well, now you that you know where to find Voyager
Coyote: I'll have three ships with me. They won't escape again.
Supervisor: If you'd done your job the first time, we wouldn't have a problem now.
Kadan: Don't you have patients to attend to?
Ravoc: Yes, sir. I've been thinking. This is the second person we've admitted with dysphoria syndrome in two days and they both work at the power plant. Maybe we should issue a health alert, examine the rest of the workers.
Kadan: Do you think I'm incompetent?
Ravoc: Sir?
Kadan: This man is in charge of personnel at the power facility. I've informed him of the situation.
Supervisor: We're already taking steps to ensure the safety of all our employees.
Ravoc: I'm sorry to have bothered you.
Kadan: No need to apologize, Doctor. Your concern for your patients is admirable. But don't worry. This man is already responding to treatment. I expect a full recovery.
Yerid: Why would this Tuvok be collecting information about his co-workers?
Seven: I don't know. But the name on one of those files is B'Elanna Torres. They both began working at the plant on the same day along with one hundred thirty six others, including myself.
Yerid: What's unusual about that?
Seven: More than a hundred skilled employees, most of them the same species, acquired in a single day, during a labor shortage. You'll also note that every one of them was processed with the Central Hospital when they arrived.
Yerid: It's routine for new workers to be examined.
Seven: Yes, by Quarantine Control. but everyone on this list all of them were processed through Division six.
Yerid: You came through Neuropathology?
Seven: That's what the records indicate, but I don't remember being there.
Yerid: What do you expect me to do?
Seven: You can start by interviewing Mister Tuvok. You'll find him at the hospital.
Yerid: Why is he there?
Seven: He became emotionally unstable.
Yerid: Even if I wanted to help you, I couldn't.
Seven: Why not?
Yerid: The Director of Investigations relieved me of duty this morning.
Paris: Yerid? I thought that was you. Have you found out anything about B'Elanna?
Seven: He can't assist you. He's been relieved of duty.
Paris: Oh.
Seven: This man's also in Tuvok's file.
Paris: What file?
Seven: Why don't you tell him?
Paris: Tell me what?
Yerid: I can't go back to the hospital and start asking questions. I'd be reported.
Seven: Maybe I can help.
Seven: Recently, I've been
Ravoc: I'm a doctor. You can trust me.
Seven: I've been experiencing some disturbing thoughts. I don't believe it's anything serious, but I would like to speak with someone.
Ravoc: Well, you've come to the right place.
Seven: Guest labor code green. Employee eight five eight six.
Ravoc: Hansen, Annika. You've been a patient here before.
Seven: Yes, when I first arrived.
Ravoc: You were treated for dysphoria syndrome.
Seven: I don't recall that.
Ravoc: These disturbing thoughts you mentioned. Would you characterize them as hallucinations?
Seven: What's the cause of this syndrome?
Ravoc: We're conducting studies to determine that. Fortunately, we have one of the foremost experts on the condition working here.
Seven: I'd like to speak with this expert.
Ravoc: Doctor Kadan's very busy.
Seven: So am I. Perhaps I should return when he's free.
Ravoc: Wait here. I'll find him.
Jaffen: Yes?
Yerid: My name is Yerid. I'm from Criminal Investigations.
Jaffen: how can I help you?
Yerid: Kathryn Janeway?
Janeway: Yes?
Yerid: Do you know this man?
Janeway: No.
Yerid: I thought maybe you'd met him.
Janeway: Why?
Yerid: He was found in your former living quarters in possession of a dermal regenerator that you removed from the plant.
Jaffen: I was the one who helped him.
Janeway: Jaffen. He said he was from a starship, and that members of his crew had been abducted.
Jaffen: He was obviously lying.
Yerid: I want to know everything he told you.
Kadan: How could she just walk out?
Ravoc: She was a voluntary patient. There was no reason for security to stop her. She accessed sixty four restricted files, all of them for people diagnosed with dysphoria syndrome. According to the records, those patients were all admitted on the same day, and you're listed as the attending physician in every case.
Kadan: Oh, yes, I remember. Quite, quite an outbreak.
Ravoc: You've never mentioned it.
Kadan: Well, I'm sorry if I haven't kept you properly informed about my patients.
Ravoc: Everyone of them was discharged to the main Power Authority. That supervisor you were talking to, that's where he worked.
Kadan: I explained that to you. I was informing him about a potential health threat.
Ravoc: That plant worker, Amal Kotay. He claimed that his friends had been abducted and put to work after having their memories altered.
Kadan: What are you implying?
Ravoc: You're making false diagnoses. Selectively changing what people remember, and then sending them to work at the power plant.
Kadan: Very good, Doctor.
Ravoc: Why?
Kadan: A physician with more experience would be able to see this in the larger context. The true public health threat is the labor shortage, and the only cure is to find more skilled workers.
Ravoc: We're doctors. We're not supposed to harm patients.
Kadan: We're helping them to lead productive, happy lives.
Ravoc: By altering their memories?
Kadan: The treatment I provide improves their lives and makes them better workers. In turn, our economy benefits.
Ravoc: You're profiting from this, aren't you?
Kadan: Doesn't a physician deserve to be compensated for his services?
Ravoc: I'll report you.
Kadan: To whom? My research is funded by the Ministry of Health.
Ravoc: Well, Criminal Investigations, then.
Kadan: As you may recall, the Director of Investigations was the one who ordered Amal Kotay be placed under my care.
Ravoc: Does everyone know about this?
Kadan: Not everyone. Just a few trusted associates. The question is, are you going to be one of them?
Security: She's considered dangerous.
Paris: She's never been in here.
Security: You're sure?
Paris: I don't think I'd forget that face.
Security: If you do see her, report it immediately. She needs to be hospitalized.
Paris: It's safe now.
Seven: Thank you.
Paris: Well, if you really want to thank me, you can tell me what's going on.
Seven: It appears this Chakotay was telling the truth.
Jaffen: So every worker at the plant had their memories altered?
Seven: I don't believe it's every worker. Your name didn't appear in Doctor Kadan's patient files, But mine did. So did yours.
Paris: We should report this to the authorities.
Yerid: I'll need more evidence before I start making accusations.
Janeway: Chakotay said he had proof of my real identity aboard a ship called Voyager.
Seven: How can we locate it?
Janeway: When his crew contacted him, they were using a triaxialating frequency on a covariant subspace band.
Seven: There's a subspace transponder at the power plant.
Janeway: I'm going back to the plant to try to contact this ship. I understand if you don't want to be involved.
Jaffen: I've been involved from the moment I met you.
Seven: If I were to return to the hospital in your custody, it would give us an opportunity to help Chakotay and Tuvok.
Yerid: I had to sedate her. She wouldn't come voluntarily.
Kadan: Her condition's obviously worsened. I'll treat her.
Yerid: There are some other patients I'd like to interview.
Kadan: These people can't be disturbed.
Seven: I suggest you comply.
Jaffen: Be careful.
Neelix: We're being hailed.
Emh: On screen.
Janeway: Starship Voyager
Kim: Captain?
Janeway: Why don't you just call me Kathryn?
Kim: Yes, ma'am. Where's Commander Chakotay?
Janeway: Hospitalized.
Janeway: He told me you had proof of who some of us really are.
Torres: We do.
Janeway: You're the woman who was abducted.
Torres: Chakotay was supposed to deactivate the shield grid so we could transport you and the others to safety. If you could find a way to shut down main power, the shield grid will go down too.
Kim: Will you help us?
Emh: We're under attack. Three ships.
Kim: Please, shut down the shield.
Janeway: Jaffen?
Supervisor: Stop!
Supervisor: Don't move!
Security: Stay where you are.
Jaffen: I hope you didn't think I abandoned you.
Janeway: Never occurred to me. We need to shut down the main generators.
Kim: So much for evading their sensors.
Emh: The only way they could've found us is if they knew exactly where to look.
Torres: Transporters are offline.
Woman: Evacuate.
Man: I'm getting it shut down.
Jaffen: We'll never get to the generator controls.
Janeway: Maybe we don't have to.
Jaffen: What are you doing?
Janeway: If I can make the computer think the core is going to overload, the main power should automatically shut down.
Yerid: Ask them to give us some privacy.
Kadan: You're dismissed.
Yerid: Disconnect them.
Seven: Doctor Ravoc. Why is this man here?
Kadan: Dysphoria syndrome.
Neelix: We're losing shields.
Kim: Any advice from your tactical database?
Emh: Nothing relevant.
Kim: How many escape pods do we have left?
Torres: Five.
Kim: Stand by to eject three of them.
Emh: I don't think abandoning ship is the answer.
Kim: Neither do I. Can you create a dampening field around the briefing room that'll mask our lifesigns?
Emh: I believe so. Why?
Kim: Watch and learn.
Coyote: Your crew's abandoned you again. I suggest you surrender your vessel.
Emh: You should realize by now that I'm not programmed to do that.
Emh: Bravo, Ensign.
Kim: B'Elanna, I need those transporters.
Jaffen: You'd better hurry up.
Janeway: Come on, do it.
Computer: Warning. Core overload detected. Initiating emergency shutdown.
Neelix: The shield grid's failing.
Kim: B'Elanna?
Torres: Transporters are coming online now. ECH log, supplemental. All the crew have been transported back to Voyager. Thanks to my experience with Lieutenant Torres, their treatment is proceeding rapidly. While they're recovering I still have a few command duties left to perform.
Ambassador: If it weren't for your efforts, this whole conspiracy might never have been uncovered.
Kim: What'll happen to the workers?
Yerid: Well, we've identified several thousand of Doctor Kadan's patients. Once they're treated, they'll be repatriated.
Emh: We appreciate everything you've done.
Neelix: This way.
Paris: What's that for?
Torres: For taking care of me, even when you didn't know who I was.
Paris: Ow! What was that for?
Torres: Flirting with your customers.
Paris: I was a victim of mind control.
Jaffen: I can see why you'd rather live here.
Janeway: I'd offer you a position. I could always use another skilled Engineer. But as the captain, it wouldn't really be appropriate for me to
Jaffen: Fraternize with a member of your crew. Well, at least my memories weren't tampered with. According to the medical reports, I really did come to Quarra looking for a better life. And now that I've been promoted, I guess I've succeeded.
Janeway: Promotion?
Jaffen: They had to replace our shift supervisor. Something about acquiring workers illegally.
Janeway: Congratulations. You deserve it.
Jaffen: I thought you might like these back, to remind you of our time together.
Janeway: I won't need souvenirs to remember you.
Kim: Captain on the bridge.
Chakotay: Ready to go?
Janeway: It may not have been real, Chakotay, but it felt like home. If you hadn't come after me, I never would've known that I had another life.
Chakotay: Are you sorry I showed up?
Janeway: Not for a second. Resume course, Mister Paris.
Paris: Aye, sir.


Scene: (The metronome helps the pianist keep time to Chopin's Nocturne no 1 in E
minor, opus 72. She is revealed to be Annika Hansen, the grown woman with no Borg implants.)
Torres: Feels heavy. Baby's first tricorder?
Tuvok: Not exactly.
Torres: Thank you, I'm sure she'll love it. What is it?
Tuvok: A pleenok. Vulcans use them to train their infants in primary logic.
Paris: Never too early to train those synapses, eh, Tuvok? Let me see that. I love a good puzzle.
Neelix: This one's from Mister Kim.
Torres: Starfleet diapers.
Kim: Standard issue.
Paris: Well, we know who to call if there's a containment breach.
Janeway: Now that your Borg implants have been removed, you might think about having children of your own one day.
Seven: One day. I have been considering some less radical changes in my personal life.
Janeway: Such as?
Seven: I realize I don't have a rank, but I would like to request a uniform.
Janeway: Consider it done. The Doctor tells me you don't need to regenerate any more. I can arrange some quarters for you, unless you enjoy curling up in the Cargo Bay.
Seven: A bed would be more comfortable. Since I arrived on Voyager, your guidance has been invaluable. Thank you, Captain.
Janeway: All I did was chart the course. You're the one who made the journey.
Chakotay: Seven, it's traditional for everyone to share their best wishes for the baby. I thought you might like to start.
Seven: To the newest member of our crew. May all her desires be fulfillled except for one, so she'll always have something to strive for.
Janeway: Very good.
All: Hear, hear.
Seven: And may she inherit a sense of logic from her mother.
Kim: I'll drink to that.
Paris: That was strange.
Chakotay: Care to explain?
Paris: I wish I could. Long range sensors picked up an energy discharge, but now it's gone. There. There's another one.
Tuvok: They're occurring approximately five point nine light years ahead.
Chakotay: Source?
Tuvok: We're too far away to get a clear reading.
Janeway: Bridge to Seven of Nine.
Seven: Go ahead.
Janeway: Report to the Astrometrics lab.
Seven: Acknowledged. Computer, end program.
Seven: I wasn't able to find the cause of the discharges, but the region ahead contains unusual amounts of subspace radiation and metallic debris.
Tuvok: Vessels?
Seven: Not within range. But I'll have more data once we move closer.
Janeway: I see no reason to alter course. Keep an eye on your sensors.
Seven: Yes, Captain.
Janeway: Now, on to more pressing matters. Does B'Elanna suspect anything?
Paris: Not a clue.
Janeway: Good. Mess hall, fourteen hundred hours, be on time. I don't want to spoil the surprise. I expect both of you to show up.
Seven: I'll be busy here.
Paris: What's wrong, Seven? No baby showers in the Collective?
Janeway: I'm sure you can spare a few minutes.
Tuvok: If it's any consolation, I share your discomfort with social gatherings.
Seven: They seem to occur with alarming frequency.
Tuvok: Mister Neelix would argue that they improve morale.
Seven: I have been looking for ways to improve my social skills. Perhaps I'll attend.
Neelix: Well, it certainly is efficient. No clutter, plenty of room to move around. But it's a little impersonal, don't you think?
Seven: Explain.
Neelix: Well, these are your quarters, Seven. They should reflect your individuality. How about a table and a couple of chairs? Give yourself a place to work, entertain guests. Try to add a little color. Photographs, artwork, knick-knacks.
Seven: Knick-knacks?
Neelix: Little things, like the wood carvings in Ensign Kim's quarters.
Seven: I've never been to Ensign Kim's quarters. But I suppose I could replicate some items and disperse them throughout the room.
Neelix: That's a start. Some people like to display pictures of family and friends.
Seven: There's a photograph of my parents in the ship's database. I'll make a copy and place it in a frame.
Neelix: Good, good.
Seven: A multispectral star chart might enhance this bulkhead.
Neelix: Or a painting.
Seven: A painting of a star chart.
Neelix: I was thinking of something more abstract, more artistic. Drapes. Nothing livens up a room like good window dressing. Not to mention the added privacy.
Seven: Privacy? We're in space.
Neelix: You never know when we'll be docking at a crowded space port. But we'll have to make sure that they match the carpet. I'm thinking of a Talaxian mosaic. Tulaberry blue stripes with an orange inlay.
Seven: I appreciate your esthetic insights, but I believe I can proceed on my own.
Seven: Enter.
Chakotay: Am I interrupting?
Seven: Please come in.
Chakotay: Love what you've done with the place.
Seven: We're in the process of decorating.
Chakotay: Maybe this will help. Consider it a housewarming gift.
Neelix: It's beautiful. What is it?
Seven: A dream catcher. According to Native American mythology, it wards off nightmares.
Chakotay: I'm impressed.
Seven: I've familiarized myself with your culture.
Chakotay: Now that you'll be sleeping instead of regenerating, I thought it might come in handy.
Seven: I'm sure it will. Thank you.
Neelix: I'll let you two find a place to hang that, but it would look perfect right above the bed. Pleasant dreams.
Seven: It was thoughtful of you to stop by.
Chakotay: On move in day? I wouldn't miss it.
Seven: I suppose this makes you my inaugural guest. I'd be a negligent host if I didn't offer you a beverage. Tea?
Chakotay: That might be difficult. No replicator.
Seven: Another flaw in the decor.
Chakotay: I'll requisition one for you first thing tomorrow.
Seven: I'd appreciate that, Commander.
Chakotay: Chakotay. We're off duty. We can drop the formalities.
Seven: Yes, sir.
Chakotay: I enjoyed your toast today. You've come a long way. I hope to see more.
Seven: You will.
Chakotay: Good night.
Seven: Chakotay. As you might know I've taken an interest in culinary science. I'm preparing a meal tomorrow night, and I thought perhaps you could attend to evaluate my work.
Chakotay: I'd be happy to.
Seven: Nineteen hundred hours?
Chakotay: I'll bring the wine and the furniture.
Seven: Then you accept?
Chakotay: It's a date.
Emh: Rock-a-bye baby, in the space dock. When the core blows, the shuttle will rock. When the hull breaks, the shuttle will fall. And down will come baby, shuttle and all.
Seven: Are you trying to soothe the infant, or traumatize her?
Emh: The lyrics are rather grim, but it's the melody they respond to. I recorded twenty nine in all, including a couple of Klingon lullabies. My favorite is 'quong vaj Ocht. Sleep, little warrior. I could tell by the look on their faces that my gift made quite an impression.
Seven: No doubt.
Emh: I wish you'd been there. It was a lovely shower. Tom and B'Elanna were disappointed that you didn't attend.
Seven: I was occupied.
Emh: Are you experiencing any shoulder pain?
Seven: Yes.
Emh: Hmm. Your biradial clamp is out of alignment by point three microns. I'm afraid it will have to be repaired.
Seven: Can't you simply extract the component?
Emh: Not if you want to keep using that arm. I know it's an inconvenience, but until we can find a way to remove your cybernetic systems, they'll have to be maintained. It's a minor procedure. We might as well take care of it now.
Seven: I prefer to wait.
Emh: We'll be done in an hour.
Seven: I have research to complete.
Emh: Oh. I suppose we can put it off until next week's physical. I also noticed that your electrolyte levels are down by twelve percent. Have you missed any regeneration cycles?
Seven: Last night.
Emh: Don't tell me. More research? This must be some project. Mind if I ask what you're working on?
Seven: It's complicated.
Emh: How do you mean?
Seven: My personal life is none of your concern.
Emh: I wasn't aware you had a personal life.
Janeway: Report.
Paris: It was an energy discharge, two hundred thousand kilometers starboard.
Tuvok: It produced a level nine shockwave.
Chakotay: Some kind of weapon?
Tuvok: Possibly.
Paris: Another one, five million kilometers to port.
Tuvok: A shockwave is approaching.
Janeway: Full power to the shields.
Kim: Our warp field's destabilizing.
Tuvok: I'm detecting another. Distance, fifty thousand kilometers.
Janeway: Turn our bow into the wavefront. It'll minimize the damage.
Paris: Sorry, Captain. There wasn't enough time.
Kim: We've lost warp drive.
Tuvok: I'm reading another. Distance, twenty six million kilometers. Too far to pose a threat.
Chakotay: If they are weapons, they don't seem to be directed at us.
Janeway: Or whoever's firing them is a lousy shot.
Seven: Astrometric sensors recorded the explosions. I believe it's a long range subspace warhead. The debris in this region suggests that dozens have been fired in the last several weeks.
Tuvok: The warhead destroyed something. What was it?
Seven: It appeared to be an unmanned probe.
Janeway: This is all very intriguing, but I'd just as soon get out of here before we cross paths with another one of these things. Where do we stand on repairs?
Tuvok: Subspace radiation from the explosions is making it difficult to create a stable warp field. Lieutenant Torres estimates forty eight hours.
Janeway: Can you find a way to detect the warheads before they emerge from subspace?
Seven: I believe so. The weapons create minor gravimetric distortions as they approach the subspace barrier. But I need to recalibrate my sensors to isolate the effect.
Janeway: Do it. Even a few seconds' warning would help us.
Seven: Yes, Captain.
Seven: Your duty shift doesn't begin for two hours.
Icheb: The Doctor sent me to relieve you early. He wants you to spend more time regenerating.
Seven: I see he's enlisted an ally.
Icheb: Don't kill the messenger. Sophocles, Oedipus Rex. I've been studying Earth literature as a part of my Academy training.
Seven: Continue these scans of the subspace barrier. Look for any gravimetric distortions.
Torres: Run another diagnostic on the injector ports. Make sure they're aligned.
Kim: They're aligned, I checked.
Torres: Check again. Come to join the party? We're trying to cold start the warp core for the fifteenth time.
Seven: Perhaps this will enhance your day. It's a belated gift for your baby shower. I apologize for my absence.
Torres: Oh.
Seven: Proceed.
Seven: They're lined with biothermal insulation. Your infant's feet will be protected even if the external temperature drops below minus forty degrees Celsius.
Torres: Well, they're certainly unique. Thank you.
Seven: You're welcome. I wish to ask you a personal question.
Torres: Shoot.
Seven: You have an appealing coiffure. What is your grooming regimen?
Torres: You're asking me what I do with my hair?
Seven: Yes.
Torres: Um, well, nothing too elaborate. Sonic shower, a little engine grease. Thinking about a new look?
Seven: Perhaps. I'll keep you apprised, if you'd like.
Torres: Please do.
Torres: Was that Seven of Nine?
Kim: There must be an alien intruder on board.
Seven: Computer, make the following modifications to holodeck file Seven of Nine alpha three, personal quarters.
Computer: Modifications complete.
Seven: Begin program. HOLO-
Chakotay: You look perfect. Give me a hand with this?
Seven: I'm surprised your Starfleet training didn't include cork extraction. HOLO-
Chakotay: I must have been sick that day. HOLO-
Chakotay: Looks like wine's off the menu.
Seven: Unless you brought a phaser. HOLO-
Chakotay: Never on the first date.
Seven: Assist me. Slice these vegetables transversally in five millimeter increments. HOLO-
Chakotay: Aye, aye. HOLO-
Chakotay: That smells delicious.
Seven: Our appetizer is braised leeks. Primary course, rack of lamb with wild rice. HOLO-
Chakotay: No dessert?
Seven: Dessert will be a surprise. HOLO-
Chakotay: I can't wait.
Seven: Does this contain enough sodium chloride for your taste? HOLO-
Chakotay: Could use another point six milligrams. But you're the chef.
Seven: I concur. More salt. HOLO-
Chakotay: Liszt?
Seven: Chopin. I've discovered that classical music has intriguing mathematical properties. HOLO-
Chakotay: Do you play an instrument?
Seven: The Doctor's been giving me piano lessons. HOLO-
Chakotay: I'd love to hear you play.
Seven: I require more practice.
Seven: Your technique is flawed. HOLO-
Chakotay: Sorry. I'm a replicator man.
Seven: Use your left hand to guide the food. Observe closely. Pay attention to the vegetable. HOLO-
Chakotay: You're beautiful when you're chopping. I don't mean to sound like an old holonovel, but you've got a wonderful smile.
Seven: It wasn't a smile. It was a smirk. HOLO-
Chakotay: Oh no, it was a smile. I could check the internal sensors if you'd like.
Seven: Remain still.
Seven: You have an intriguing facial structure. HOLO-
Chakotay: I'll take that as a compliment.
Seven: I require more practice. HOLO-
Chakotay: You're doing just fine. HOLO-
Chakotay: What's wrong?
Seven: Nothing.
Emh: I wasn't aware you had a personal life.
Chakotay: Chakotay to Seven of Nine.
Chakotay: Chakotay to Seven, respond.
Seven: Go ahead.
Chakotay: Report to Astrometrics. We've found something.
Seven: Yes, Commander. HOLO-
Chakotay: Good morning.
Chakotay: Good morning.
Seven: You've found something?
Chakotay: At first, we thought it was another one of the probes. Then Icheb picked up an automated transmission. It's a warning beacon.
Voice: You have entered subspace munitions range four three four. Evacuate immediately.
Icheb: Apparently, this entire region is an alien testing ground.
Chakotay: We've been sending out emergency hails, but so far no response. Whoever's conducting these tests could be dozens of light years away. Any progress detecting their warheads?
Seven: Not yet.
Chakotay: You seem a little distracted.
Seven: I'm fine.
Chakotay: It's not like you to be late for a duty shift. Rough night?
Seven: Not at all.
Chakotay: I'll be on the bridge if you find anything.
Icheb: Better late than never. Titus Livius, A History of Rome.
Seven: You're relieved. Get some rest.
Chakotay: Bravo.
Seven: You approve? HOLO-
Chakotay: Approve? I'm amazed. I was expecting Chopsticks. I had no idea you were so good.
Seven: The Doctor's an efficient instructor. HOLO-
Chakotay: It won't be long before you're giving a recital for the entire crew.
Seven: The Doctor did suggest that I accompany him during his next operatic performance. Your turn. HOLO-
Chakotay: Unfortunately, I don't play. But I'd love to hear you again and this is one of my favorites.
Seven: You want me to stop? HOLO-
Chakotay: No. I want you to play.
Seven: I don't understand. HOLO-
Chakotay: Look, your technique is flawless. But try to put a little more heart into the piece. More of yourself. HOLO-
Chakotay: That's all right. Keep going. Tell me what you're feeling.
Seven: My tempo is erratic. HOLO-
Chakotay: Not what you're thinking, what you're feeling. Your emotions.
Seven: Frustration, anxiety. HOLO-
Chakotay: Stop thinking about the notes. Just play.
Seven: I can't. HOLO-
Chakotay: Yes, you can. Don't you see what's happening? The metronome is holding you back. It gives you a sense of order, but it also cuts you off from your feelings. Remember when you first came aboard? The thought of disconnecting from the hive mind terrified you. This is no different. It doesn't have to be perfect.
Tuvok: Eight hundred thousand kilometers off the starboard bow.
Chakotay: Bridge to Seven of Nine.
Seven: Go ahead, Commander.
Chakotay: We need those sensor calibrations.
Seven: I'll need a moment to return to my station.
Chakotay: That would be a good idea.
Paris: Hull fracture, deck twelve.
Janeway: Seven of Nine, report.
Seven: Stand by, Captain.
Seven: Lieutenant Paris, isolate subspace band omicron theta.
Paris: Acknowledged.
Seven: Direct your sensors to
Seven: Coordinates one seven eight mark two six.
Paris: Nothing there.
Seven: Correction, one seven eight mark three six.
Paris: I can see them. Two warheads are about to emerge. Adjusting course.
Janeway: Full power to the forward shields.
Paris: Impact in five, four, three, two.
Paris: Shields are holding.
Janeway: Why wasn't Seven at her post?
Chakotay: Good question. Maybe you should ask her.
Janeway: It was your responsibility to locate those warheads.
Seven: I succeeded.
Janeway: Not before we took heavy damage. You told Chakotay you'd have those sensor calibrations hours ago.
Seven: The work took longer than I anticipated.
Janeway: It might've gone faster if you'd stayed at your post, as you were ordered to do.
Seven: I didn't realize I was confined to the Astrometrics lab.
Janeway: You were on duty. This isn't the first time you've left your station over the past few days. Holodeck two? You've logged a lot of time in there. Mind if I ask why? Well, it must be something important, Seven. Forty nine hours in six days.
Seven: I was running a simulation.
Janeway: Of what?
Seven: A new gravimetric array I've been developing. I wanted to perfect the design before I brought it to you.
Janeway: I appreciate your efforts to improve our systems, but I can't have you dividing your time right now. When the ship's on alert I expect you to perform your duties. If you need to leave your post, inform Commander Chakotay. Understood?
Seven: Yes, Captain. I apologize for my lapse in judgment.
Janeway: We all make mistakes, Seven. I've even been known to make a few myself. It sounds intriguing, your new gravimetric array. When this crisis is over I'd be happy to take a look. Maybe I can lend a hand.
Icheb: I've analyzed the sensor data from that last barrage. I've refined your detection method. We'll be able to see the weapons ten point three seconds earlier.
Seven: The Captain will be pleased.
Icheb: Have I offended you?
Seven: No. You've done nothing wrong. I was negligent in my duties. As a result, Voyager was nearly destroyed. I was hoping you could provide a quotation to help alleviate my guilt.
Icheb: I, I can't think of one, but I'd be happy to search the database.
Seven: That won't be necessary. Stay here until I return.
Icheb: Where are you going?
Seven: To correct an error.
Seven: Computer, activate Chakotay simulation.
Seven: Come in. HOLO-
Chakotay: I hope you're not allergic. Antarian moon blossoms, extremely rare. I had to smuggle them out of Airponics. Don't tell Neelix. I thought I'd cook for you tonight. How does roasted chicken sound? I slaved over the replicator for hours. Not hungry?
Seven: I called you here to thank you. HOLO-
Chakotay: For what?
Seven: The past few days have been memorable. HOLO-
Chakotay: To say the least. You're ending this.
Seven: In a manner of speaking, yes. HOLO-
Chakotay: Why?
Seven: Our relationship is interfering with my responsibilities on Voyager. HOLO-
Chakotay: I could speak to the Captain, have her cut back on your duty shifts. Seven, the past few days have been more than memorable. They've been an important step forward for both of us. Don't throw that away.
Seven: I'm sorry, Commander. HOLO-
Chakotay: You're making a mistake.
Seven: No, I'm trying to correct one. HOLO-
Chakotay: Ask yourself why you want to end this. Is it out of a sense of duty, or something else? Every time you move closer to your emotions, you back away. Like hiding behind that metronome.
Seven: Your analogy is flawed. HOLO-
Chakotay: Is it? I think you're afraid that embracing your humanity will make you weak, less than perfect. But think about what you stand to gain.
Seven: It's irrelevant. HOLO-
Chakotay: No, it's not. Real intimacy with another person? Nothing's more relevant.
Seven: I must return to my station. HOLO-
Chakotay: Stay here with me.
Seven: This ship needs me. HOLO-
Chakotay: So do I.
Seven: I can't function this way. HOLO-
Chakotay: You're not a drone anymore, you're human.
Seven: Stop! HOLO-
Chakotay: Seven, what's wrong?
Seven: Sickbay, medical emergency.
Emh: Seven? Computer, locate Seven of Nine.
Computer: Seven of Nine is in Holodeck two.
Emh: What happened? HOLO-
Chakotay: We were having an argument, then she just collapsed.
Emh: Her cortical node is shutting down. She's going into neural shock. And what happened to her facial implants? HOLO-
Chakotay: I thought you removed all her cybernetic systems.
Emh: Computer, end program.
Seven: Commander?
Emh: If you're looking for your other holographic friend, he's offline at the moment. Your cortical node began to shut down. Fortunately, I managed to stabilize it before there was any permanent damage.
Seven: It was functioning properly when you examined me two days ago.
Emh: I'm going to run a diagnostic on your entire cortical array, but it might help if I knew what you were doing before you collapsed. Did you suffer a physical injury of some kind?
Seven: No.
Emh: Were you exposed to any unusual radiation?
Seven: No.
Emh: What exactly were you doing in there?
Seven: Research.
Emh: That simulation of Commander Chakotay mentioned that the two of you were having an argument. Was that part of your research? I couldn't help but notice that you'd created some quarters for yourself. A new dress, dinner for two.
Seven: I trust you'll respect doctor-patient confidentiality.
Emh: Of course.
Seven: I've been conducting simulations to explore different aspects of my humanity.
Emh: Such as?
Seven: Social activities, friendships with the crew, intimate relations.
Emh: I take it our First Officer is your romantic interest.
Seven: Commander Chakotay seemed like an appropriate choice. He has many admirable qualities.
Emh: So he does. What prompted all this?
Seven: Unimatrix Zero. I've been trying to recreate some of the experiences I had there. Ever since it was destroyed, my life has seemed incomplete. I wanted to feel those emotions again.
Emh: Well, this is encouraging. You might be ready to start forming deeper relationships. I'm proud of you, Seven.
Seven: Your pride is misplaced. I intend to delete the programs.
Emh: Why?
Seven: I can no longer perform my duties efficiently. My personal life has become a distraction.
Emh: It's supposed to be a distraction. You simply have to find the right balance between work and recreation.
Seven: Inform me when you finish the diagnostic.
Emh: Seven. For what it's worth, you have excellent taste. Your quarters. They suited you.
Kim: Antimatter flow stable, injector ports aligned. That should do it.
Torres: Torres to the bridge. Looks like we've got warp drive back.
Janeway: Well done. Tom.
Paris: With pleasure.
Paris: I'm detecting another subspace warhead.
Janeway: Range?
Paris: Twelve million kilometers, closing from astern.
Chakotay: Red alert. Where's the target probe?
Paris: It's on a totally different trajectory.
Tuvok: When we engaged the engines, the warhead must have diverted from its target and locked onto our warp signature.
Janeway: Evasive maneuvers.
Paris: It's matching our course. Eight million kilometers.
Janeway: Can you get a weapon's lock?
Tuvok: Affirmative.
Janeway: Photon torpedoes, full spread.
Tuvok: Our torpedoes have been neutralized.
Paris: Five million kilometers.
Janeway: Bridge to Seven of Nine.
Seven: Here, Captain.
Janeway: Can you get me anything on
Janeway: The warhead's internal circuitry?
Seven: Stand by. I have it.
Janeway: What can you tell me about the detonator?
Seven: The weapon is armed with proximity resonance circuitry.
Janeway: What's the activation frequency?
Seven: Four point eight four gigahertz.
Tuvok: I may be able to disarm it with an anti-resonance pulse.
Janeway: Do it.
Paris: Two million kilometers.
Tuvok: Initiating the pulse.
Janeway: Seven, status?
Seven: The warhead's rotating its activation frequency. It's still armed.
Paris: One million kilometers.
Chakotay: Can you compensate?
Tuvok: Negative.
Seven: Captain, I believe I can disarm
Seven: The warhead.
Janeway: How?
Seven: By extracting the detonator with our transporter.
Janeway: At this velocity? The device is too small. You'd never get a lock.
Seven: I can use the sub
Seven: Micron imager to focus our targeting scanners. Please give me transporter control.
Paris: Eight hundred thousand.
Janeway: All right, Seven, it's up you.
Seven: I have a lock. Energizing. The detonator's protected by tritanium shielding. I can penetrate it, but not at this distance. We'll have to wait until it's closer.
Paris: Five hundred thousand.
Janeway: Status.
Seven: Not yet, Captain.
Paris: Four
Paris: Three, two. Brace for impact!
Seven: Doctor. You've come to deliver unpleasant news.
Emh: Is it that obvious? I've completed my diagnostic. What you experienced was no malfunction. Your cortical node was designed to shut down your higher brain functions when you achieve a certain level of emotional stimulation.
Seven: Clarify.
Emh: It appears to be a fail-safe mechanism to deactivate drones who start to regain their emotions. Knowing the Borg, it makes perfect sense. Finding one's heart is the surest road to individuality.
Seven: I'm no longer linked to the hive mind.
Emh: The technology's built into your node. It simply remained dormant, until now.
Seven: Can you repair me?
Emh: Possibly. I've been thinking about a way to reconfigure the micro-circuitry. I won't lie to you, Seven. It would entail multiple surgeries, and the recovery might be difficult. But I believe we could eventually succeed. I'll prepare the surgical bay. We can begin tomorrow morning.
Seven: No.
Emh: Without the procedure, you won't be able to continue your simulations.
Seven: I've experienced enough humanity for the time being. They were only holographic fantasies, Doctor. An inefficient use of my time.
Emh: You don't really believe that.
Seven: The fail-safe device will insure that I'm no longer distracted.
Emh: That's the Borg talking, not you. As your physician. As your friend, I'm asking you to let me proceed.
Seven: I need to regenerate.
Emh: Seven.
Seven: Goodnight, Doctor.
Chakotay: Where's the fire?
Seven: Fire?
Chakotay: You seem to be in a hurry.
Seven: I have to finish my report on the subspace warheads.
Chakotay: The ship's out of danger, thanks to you. You've earned a break. Why don't you join me in the mess hall. Neelix is going to give a cooking lesson. Talaxian tenderloin in ten minutes.
Seven: I'm no longer interested in cooking.
Chakotay: Then come for the company. B'Elanna's going to be there, Tuvok even promised to show up. It'll be fun.
Seven: I appreciate your offer. Another time perhaps.
Chakotay: You know, you should try socializing with the crew a little more. It might do you some good.