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 Picard:
"Captain's Log, Stardate 41242.4. Our last assignment
has taken us into the remote Omicron Theta star system,
home of our android crewmember Lieutenant Commander
Data. Although we are due at our next assignment, I have
decided to Data's home planet for a few hours in the
hopes of unravelling some of the mystery of his
beginnings." |
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 Data:
"Ahhh.... Ahhh... Ahhh..."
Wesley: "Data...?"
Data: "... Choo"
Wesley: "What are you doing?"
Data: "Sneezing."
Wesley: "Have you got a cold?"
Data: "A cold what?"
 Wesley:
"It's a disease my mom says people used to get."
Data: "Ah. But humans still sneeze for other
reasons and I cannot seem to do it right."
Wesley: "How can you be practicing something like
sneezing when we're arriving at your home planet for the
first time? Aren't you interested in that?"
Data: "More than interested. Fascinated. One
might say agog, but I also find sneezing interesting. Choo!" |
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 Picard:
"Mr. Data - Welcome home!" |
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 Riker:
"How many more Datas are there?"
LaForge: "Looks like just these two. Er, I mean
that... and the real Data."
Data: "Commander, can this be another me? Or
possibly my brother."
Riker: "I honestly don't know, Data."
Data: "He needs assembling."
Riker: "Data, we don't know that this can become
alive."
Data: "It is very important for me to know that,
sir. I never dreamed it was possible that I might find
some link with a form like my own."
Riker: "Understood. We'll take it back to the
ship with us." |
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 Picard:
"Captain's Log, Stardate 41242.45. Despite having only a
few hours in which to explore Data's home planet we have
discovered something which may explain Data's beginnings
if we can properly assemble and communicate with what
we've found." |
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 LaForge:
"And helm control is hear. With the ship's heading being
given in measurements we call degrees. Three-hundred and
sixty of them in a full circle this way."
Lore: "Then you say 'mark'."
LaForge: "On the nose."
Wesley: "Which separates it from another full
three hundred and sixty degree circle this way on a
right angle to this one."
 Lore:
"So by ordering a heading so many degrees this way and
so many this way, the ship can travel in any direction.
All three dimensions."
Riker: "And the square of the hypotenuse of a
right triangle."
Lore: "...Is equal to the sum of the square of
the other two... two... something. Which I once heard
but never understood." |
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 Picard:
"Captain's Log, Stardate 41242.5. Thanks to Lore's
report, we now know what happened to the colonists.
Beginning with a child's drawing, enhanced by Lore's
description, our computer has constructed an image of a
great crystalline entity which feeds on life, insatiably
ravenous for the life force found in living forms,
capable of stripping all life from an entire world." |
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 Lore:
"Crystal form. I identify myself as Data. The humans
here are powerful, capable of injuring or even
destroying you."
LaForge: "Now I call that communicating." |
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 Picard:
"Shut up, Wesley!" |
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 Crusher:
"Shut up Wesley!" |
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 Lore:
"The troublesome little man-child. Are you prepared for
the kind of death you've earned little man?"
Crusher: "If you take one more step towards my
son..."
Lore: "Ahh, motherhood! Back off, or I'll
turn your little man into a torch. I promise him
exquisite pain unless you obey me too, brother."
Crusher: "Move away, Data. Please."
 Lore:
"Do you see now the advantages of being completely
human? It includes kindness. I give you your life,
Doctor. Go home. Quickly. And I may not injure your son
at all."
Data: "I will stay with Wesley, Doctor."
Lore: "Go! Or he'll be shrieking by the count of
five. One, two, three, four... Thank you for my human
qualities Dr. Soong. Wait, a small payment for your
son's misdeeds." (Phaser fire) |
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 Picard:
"Data, are you alright?"
Data: "Yes sir, I'm fine."
Picard: "Then get rid of that damned twitch, and
put on the correct uniform!"
Data: "Yes Captain." |
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 Picard:
"Number one, have you ever considered whether Mr. Data
is more human or less human than we want?"
Riker: "I only wish we were all as well balanced,
sir."
Picard: "Agreed." |
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