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T'POL: Science officer's log,
August 14th, 2152.

Enterprise remains on course
for the trinary system.

I've transmitted a distress call,

but the nearest Vulcan ship
is more than nine days away.

By the time they arrive,
they may only find debris, if that.

Even if Enterprise makes it past
the black hole without being destroyed,

it seems likely
the crew won't survive.

I'm continuing my analysis of
the condition that's stricken the crew.

But without Dr. Phlox's assistance,

I'm not hopeful about reversing
its effects.

I'm documenting my findings

so that Starfleet will at least have
a record of what happened.

The symptoms began not long after
we set a course for the trinary system.

That was nearly two days ago.

ARCHER:
You're sure it's a black hole?

T'POL:
A Class Four.

ARCHER:
According to the Vulcan star charts,

your people have surveyed
more than 2000 of these things.

That's correct,

but none of them
were part of a trinary star system.

ARCHER:
How close can we get?

The gravitational shear
between the stars is extreme.

We'd have to drop to impulse,

but we should be able to approach
to within 5 million kilometers.

Close enough
to get some nice pictures.

How long would it take to reach
the system at impulse?

T'POL:
Two days.

Set a course.

Trip.

If you've got some free time,

I'd love it if you'd take a look
at my chair.

- Sir?
- The captain's chair.

What about it?

You may have noticed
that I don't sit in it very much.

- Is there a problem?
- It's uncomfortable.

When I lean back,
I feel like I'm about to slide out of it.

I have to sort of perch on the edge.

I always assumed
it was the best seat in the house.

Take a look at it for me?

I was gonna purge
the impulse manifolds.

The chair first, if you don't mind.

Aye, sir.

[DOORBELL CHIMES]

Come in.

T'POL: Good morning.
- Morning.

- Am I interrupting?
- No.

No, just thinking about something.

- Today's duty roster.
- Thanks.

Lieutenant Reed
has a new security protocol

he'd like to discuss with you.

Oh. I'll drop by the Armory.
Anything else?

Chef didn't report
for duty this morning. He's ill.

- Is it serious?
- Dr. Phlox said it's a simple virus.

He should be fine
after a few days' rest.

Ensign Sato has offered to take
charge of the Mess Hall.

Apparently she spends some
of her free time in the galley

and is eager for an opportunity
to cook for the crew.

If it's all right with Chef.

Let me ask you a question.

I received a manuscript from Earth,
a biography of my father.

I've been asked to write the preface.

Would you mind reading it
when I'm done?

I'd be happy to.

If I can ever get it finished.
I've been putting it off for weeks.

The next two days should provide
you with ample opportunity.

It's not that I haven't had the time.

They only asked for a page.

How am I supposed to sum up
my father's life in a page?

It would have been easier
if they'd asked me to write the book.

Perhaps by focusing on one incident,

a single event that exemplifies
your relationship with your father,

you'll be able to condense
your thoughts.

Logical approach.

Maybe you'd like to write it for me?

I'm hardly qualified.

Chef is planning to make
fried chicken tonight

with scalloped potatoes
and some of the Minaran spinach

we picked up on Risa.

- The orange spinach?
- He's convinced there's a way

to make it edible.

Why don't we let him tackle that
when he gets back?

I have something else in mind.

It's one of my grandmother's
specialties.

The recipe's been passed down
for generations.

I'll need a translation before I can
program the protein resequencer.

Oh, no. You can resequence all
the chicken and potatoes you want,

but I am making this from scratch.

Ensign.

Is there something I can do for you?

I've got a little headache.
Nothing serious.

Why don't you let me have a look?

I was hoping you could just
give me something.

I'm right in the middle of upgrading
the navigation sensors.

It would be irresponsible
to dispense medication

without examining you first, hmm?

Please.

Any other symptoms?

- Uh, dizziness, blurred vision?
- No.

- Ah. How long have you had it?
- A couple of days, on and off.

Well, I've been meaning to have you
drop by Sickbay, in any case, hmm?

To see if you've had any problems
since I removed the neural implants

you received at the repair station.

You think it could have something
to do with that?

Oh, I never rule out anything.

Then again, it could be as innocuous
as muscular tension.

On the other hand,
Terrellian plague starts out

with a simple headache,

and then all manner of nasty things
begin to happen.

[PHLOX CHUCKLES
THEN CLEARS THROAT]

[TOOL WHIRRING]

Commander.

Push it forward.

That's good, hold it there.

Commander.

Perhaps you could finish that later.

This may not be as glamorous
as a black hole,

but the captain gave me an order.

He also requested detailed sensor
readings of this trinary system.

I thought Vulcans had
all this mental focus and discipline.

We also have sensitive hearing.

Hmm.

[WHIRRING]

I'll be in my quarters.

We'll let you know when we're done.

Keep those target
discriminators aligned.

We don't want a torpedo mistaking
one of our own nacelles

for an enemy vessel.

You asked to see me, Malcolm?

Oh, I would have
come to you, captain.

It's no problem.
What's on your mind?

[REED SIGHS]

I've been reviewing our encounters
with hostile species.

The crew's response
has been admirable,

but I feel we can do better, sir.

And you have a proposal?

I've been thinking about a ship-wide
emergency alert,

something a bit more comprehensive
than battle stations.

We're taking far too long
to react to potential threats.

With a single order from you
or an impact to the hull,

the plating could be polarized,
weapons brought online,

critical systems secured...

I appreciate your concern, Malcolm,
but this isn't a warship.

Well, that's obvious, sir.

During our last run-in
with the Suliban,

we were unprepared
for their boarding parties.

When the Mazarites attacked,

they disabled our aft sensors
with their first shot.

- The list goes on.
- I can see that.

Run this by the senior officers,

get some feedback,
and we'll talk again.

REED:
Yes, sir.

ARCHER:
And, Malcolm.

Don't call it battle stations.

Think of something less aggressive.

[CREW CHATTERING]

- How is it?
WOMAN: Really good.

"Condition red"?

Huh?

What about "condition red"
for the new security protocol?

Why don't you just call it
"security protocol"?

Well, that's not very dynamic.

Do you think a cup holder
is too much?

- Beg your pardon?
- For the captain's chair.

He just wanted the seat adjusted,
but I figured,

as long as I'm working on it.

Just what the captain needs in a crisis,
a place to rest his beverage.

I'm also upgrading
the status displays.

He'll be able to access tactical data
from the armrest.

If you really want to improve
tactical readiness,

why don't you help me
with this protocol?

I'm a little busy right now, Malcolm.

- It's a chair.
- It's the captain's chair.

It's just as important
as your Reed alert.

"Reed alert." That's not bad.

Enjoying your lunch?

Ahem. Yeah.
Thanks, it was, uh, terrific.

HOSHI:
It's called oden.

Every Japanese family
has their own way of preparing it.

Well, it seems to be a big hit.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Lieutenant,
you barely touched yours.

Oh, it was lovely.

HOSHI: I'll get you a fresh bowl.
- That's not necessary.

HOSHI: It's no problem.
- Please. Not hungry.

Are you sure
there's nothing wrong with it?

Well, it was a bit salty.

Salty?

Oh, it tastes fine.

Well, it just must be me, then.

Everybody else seems
to be enjoying it.

MAYWEATHER:
How much longer will this take?

- That depends.
- On what?

Hold still, ensign.

I have to get back to the Bridge.

Well, I'm afraid you won't be
returning to duty today.

The captain needs
those upgrades, doctor.

When it comes to medical matters,
my authority overrides the captain's.

I'm keeping you for observation.

- But your scans didn't show anything.
- That's what concerns me.

Whatever's afflicting you
may be laying dormant.

I'm going to run
a full biomolecular scan to see

if we can find where it's hiding.

Now, now.
Lie back and don't move.

[MAYWEATHER SIGHS]

ARCHER:
When I was about 8 years old,

my father took me on a tour
of the Warp Five facility

outside of Bozeman, Montana.

He introduced me
to the people he worked with,

scientists with names
like Tasaki and Cochrane.

At the time, I didn't realize the
significance of those names or the...

The significance of my father's work.

[BARKS]

Computer, pause.
I'll feed you in a minute.

Computer, resume recording.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

In a way,

creating a stable warp field

mirrored the flux of emotions

my father felt when he

embarked on...

Computer, pause.

Delete the last paragraph.
Hell, delete the whole thing.

[BARKS]

Quiet!

[DOORBELL CHIMES]

Come in.

Here's your sensor interface.

What's the emergency?

This trinary system is emitting
some unusual radiation.

I'm trying to identify it.

You dragged me up here
so you could identify radiation?

- Correct.
- You said it was urgent.

I said it was important.

Ah, I get it.

You're paying me back,
making me jump through hoops

because I was making too
much noise.

Well, you'll be happy to know I moved
the captain's chair to Engineering,

so it's nice and quiet
on the Bridge now.

I prefer to work here.

I'll need your assistance with this.

Weren't you listening to me?

I don't have time to cater
to your whims.

You wanna get your name
immortalized in the Vulcan database?

Get someone else to help you do it.

Are you feeling all right,
commander?

I know you don't think this
chair's important, but you're wrong.

What's the most critical component
on this ship?

The main computer,
the warp reactor?

Uh-uh, it's the crew,

and the most important member
of the crew is the captain.

He makes life-and-death decisions
every day,

and the last thing he needs
to be thinking in a critical situation is:

"Gee, I wish this chair
wasn't such a pain in the ass."

MAYWEATHER: Doctor...
- Shh.

- When are you going to...?
- Wait.

I have just enough time to shower
and get changed.

- I haven't discharged you, ensign.
- Well, I haven't slept all night,

and I'm supposed to go on duty
in 15 minutes.

I need to perform
a cerebral microsection.

- A what?
- Lie down.

No more tests.

- I have to get to the Bridge.
- I'm giving you an order.

If I don't finish those upgrades,
I could get a reprimand.

It'll be on my permanent record.

You have far more to worry about
than a blemish on your record.

Do you see there? Hmm?

Your cortical scan shows
elevated levels of serotonin

and several
other neurotransmitters.

- What does that mean?
- I'll let you know

once I've completed
the microsection.

- Can't it wait until after my shift?
- Absolutely not.

If the captain doesn't think
I can handle my duties,

I'll be scrubbing plasma conduits
on D-Deck for the next five years.

I could be court-martialed.

And what if you're carrying
a protocystian spore, hmm,

and you infect the rest of the crew?
How will that reflect on you, hmm?

Or what if you suddenly suffer
a seizure at the helm

because you've contracted
Andronesian encephalitis?

Now, there is something wrong
with you, ensign.

And I intend to find out what it is.

Not today. Not during my shift!

Unless you're ready to tie me to
a bio-bed, I'm going back to my helm.

At least let me give you an analgesic
for the headache, hmm?

Well, that's all I wanted
in the first place.

[SIGHS]

If it gets any worse,
or you suffer any other symptoms,

return here immediately.

What did you?

I've been working
on the new security protocol.

Obviously, the reactor
must be secured immediately

during a tactical alert.

Tactical alert?

I considered your suggestion,
"Reed alert,"

but it seemed a bit narcissistic.

Hand me that hyperspanner,
would you?

I've also been working
on a new alert signal.

Tell me what you think.

[SIREN WAILING]

Or this one.

[ALARM BLARING]

- Which do you prefer?
TRIP: For what?

A tactical alert.

They both sound like
a bag full of cats.

Well, they were designed
to get your attention.

I'll look this over and get back to you.

REED:
I also need your help

on an emergency shutdown
procedure for the EPS grid.

I said I'll get back to you.

Fine. Let's hope we don't suffer

a catastrophic reactor breach
in the meantime.

Malcolm!

One of your boys borrowed
my laser micrometer.

If you're heading to the armory,
could you get it back for me?

Ensign, if we don't serve
something soon,

we're gonna have a riot
on our hands.

Is this too salty?

Something's not right.

Hand me the Kreetassan spice.
I'll add it to the stock.

- Oh, and I'm out of carrots.
- There are 25...

Carrots!

You've been cooking the same meal
over and over again.

I believe I'm in charge of the galley.
You're relieved.

- Ma'am?
- Get out!

- Lieutenant, I need your assist... -
- Clearance code?

I beg your pardon?

What is your clearance code?

The armory is a restricted area.

Even to the first officer?

How do I know
you are the first officer?

We've encountered species
that can alter their appearance.

They could masquerade
as any one of us.

I've issued codes
to all senior officers to reveal

if the ship's been infiltrated
by impostors.

Part of your new security protocol?

It was sent to your console
as a voice-encrypted command packet.

I haven't been to the Bridge
for several hours.

As I was saying,

I need assistance establishing
a sensor interface in my quarters.

I've asked Commander Tucker,
but he became agitated.

It was uncharacteristic, even for him.

Have you noticed anything abnormal
about his behavior?

Why do you want to access the sensor
array from your quarters?

I was asked to run detailed scans
of the trinary star system.

- I wasn't informed.
- It isn't a tactical issue.

Lieutenant

why are you armed?

From now on, security personnel
are to wear sidearms

in all restricted areas.

Have you cleared this
with the captain?

- It's in my proposal.
- Has he approved your proposal?

I've been trying to get him
to pay closer attention to security

since we left space dock.

But he's more interested
in fraternizing with the crew,

inviting them to breakfast
and to watch water polo.

I intend to implement
some long-overdue changes.

And if the captain
won't approve them,

then I'll go directly
to Starfleet Command.

Was there anything else?

No.

T'POL: It wasn't long before
I realized the odd behavior

wasn't limited
to Commander Tucker.

In fact, everyone
I encountered was acting strangely,

growing consumed with matters
that seemed trivial at best.

I also discovered that although
I appeared to be immune,

the captain was not.

ARCHER:
What happened to my chair?

Did you know that this chair
is the exact same model

used on Neptune-class
survey ships?

Is that why you called me
down here?

Enterprise is the first warp-5 vessel
in human history, the pride of the fleet.

And you're sitting in a chair
they've been using on warp-2 ships

for over a decade.

You deserve better,
so I'm starting from scratch.

I'm gonna build you a throne.

Stand right there.

I need to get a few parametric scans,
to get your exact dimensions.

This baby's gonna fit like a glove.

Isn't that used
for aligning phase coils?

You won't feel a thing.

As long as I'm down here,

- maybe I can get your opinion.
TRIP: Don't move.

"How does one measure
a man's legacy?

Is it defined by the works
he's created,

the technological advances that will
alter the course of human history?"

Turn around.

[SIGHS]

"If so, then no man
since Zefram Cochrane himself

has made a more lasting contribution
to the future of humankind

than my father, Dr. Henry Archer."

All done.

- What do you think?
TRIP: Sounds good.

Let me read you the rest.

- I really need to get to work on this.
- It's just a few more pages.

TRIP: How many more?
- Nineteen.

Nineteen?

Are you writing the preface
or the book?

- I've got a lot to say.
- No kidding.

ARCHER:
What's that supposed to mean?

Well, if I may, sir,
it's a little long-winded.

You're lucky
you're a decent engineer,

because you obviously don't know
anything about writing.

I'm not the only one.

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

I have 83 people to feed,
not just senior officers.

All I requested was a bowl
of Plomeek broth.

I don't have time for special orders.
You'll like this better.

ARCHER: Where's lunch?
HOSHI: It'll be ready in one minute, sir.

I don't have a minute.

If you're so hungry,
fix yourself a sandwich.

Captain, may I speak with you?

That is a very complex recipe.
I will not serve it until it's just right!

My family's reputation is at stake.

[SIREN WAILING]

REED [OVER PA]:
This is a tactical alert.

All hands, report to your stations.

I repeat, this is a tactical alert.

[SIREN WAILING]

Report.

The crew's response
was unacceptable.

Thirty-eight percent of them failed
to report to their stations.

Critical systems haven't been secured.
I haven't even heard from Engineering.

Shut off that damn noise! Shut it off!

I don't recall authorizing
a tactical drill.

Well, it wouldn't be much of a drill
if everybody knew about it, sir.

- One minute and 15 seconds.
- What?

It took you one minute and 15 seconds
to reach your post.

I'd expect more
of our commanding officer,

given that the crew just might
follow his example.

Captain!

One minute and 49 seconds.

You might wanna see this, sir.

Interactive status displays,
secondary helm control,

it's even got inertial micro-dampers.

The ship could be shaken apart,
and you'd hardly feel a thing.

You ignored a tactical alert for this?

I wanna run some colors by you
for the headrest.

REED: This is all a big joke to you.
- Give it a rest.

This isn't a bloody pleasure cruise.

Without proper discipline on this ship,
this mission is doomed.

Why don't you go play soldier
somewhere else?

If this were a military situation,
you'd be taken out and shot.

ARCHER:
Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

I don't care what color the headrest is,
or whether it can serve me iced tea.

I just want a place to sit
when I'm on duty.

And if I hear that alarm one more time,
I may have you taken out and shot.

Unless there's a real emergency,
like a reactor breach,

I don't wanna be disturbed.

[DOORBELL CHIMES]

Go away.

Do I have to start locking my door?

You said to interrupt you
if there was an emergency.

- I believe there is.
- Is that right?

The crew's behavior
has become erratic.

Even by human standards,
they've grown distracted.

Everyone I've encountered appears
to be preoccupied with trivial matters.

Ensign Sato's recipe, for example.

Your preface.

We should declare
a medical emergency

and have Dr. Phlox
examine the crew.

I suggest he begin with you.

I'm busy.

- Captain.
- Dismissed.

- Your crew is in danger.
- I gave you an order.

- Captain.
- I suggest you follow it.

Or I'll have you confined
to your quarters

until a Vulcan ship can come
and get you.

Oh, you're just in time,
sub-commander.

There's a surgical gown in the
compartment by the microscope, heh.

This is a rare opportunity
to explore the human brain.

- Was he injured?
- Headache, heh.

At first I thought it was a simple
vascular dilation,

but then I discovered a chemical
imbalance in his prefrontal cortex.

I'm going to begin by extracting the first
12 millimeters of his parietal lobe.

A subcellular analysis of the tissue

should shed some light
on the mystery.

Doctor, you may want to delay
the procedure.

We have a larger problem.
The entire crew is ill.

They'll have to wait.

You've been affected as well.

Please remove your hand.

I won't ask you again.

I'll let you know
when I've completed the surgery.

T'POL: The crew's bio-signs
were growing erratic.

I began to doubt any of them would
survive more than a few hours.

Ironically, Dr. Phlox's obsession
with Ensign Mayweather's headache

has provided some useful data.

His cerebral scans have helped me
determine

that the radiation coming
from the trinary system is causing...

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

T'POL:
Computer, pause.

Computer, resume log.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

My radiometric analysis is complete.

As I suspected, reversing course won't
take us out of danger quickly enough.

The radiation appears
to extend outward

at least half a light year
in every direction except one.

If I can chart a course between
the stars,

we could escape the radiation
before the crew succumbs.

But I won't be able to pilot
the ship alone.

Captain. Captain Archer.

- You're needed on the Bridge.
- I told you not to disturb me.

We have very little time.

- What are you doing?
- Your crew may be dying.

ARCHER:
What?

Do you remember
that trinary star system?

The one with the black hole?

T'POL: It's emitting a dangerous form
of radiation.

It's affecting your prefrontal cortex.

I believe
that's why you and the crew

have been exhibiting obsessive
behavior.

Some of the crew's bio-signs
are already unstable.

If you're exposed to the radiation
much longer, you won't survive.

[ARCHER GRUNTS]

Do you understand
what I'm telling you?

- Turn it off.
- Do you understand?

Yes. Radiation.

Tell Phlox if the crew's sick.

- Tell Phlox.
- He's been affected as well.

But not you?

Vulcan physiology seems
to be immune.

Bring us about.

Turn the ship around.

It's not that simple.

If we go back the way we came,

we'll spend two more days
in the radiation field.

I've charted a course.

It'll have us clear of the radiation
in less than 17 minutes.

Ugh, lousy coffee.

But we'll have to pass within
2 million kilometers of the black hole.

There's considerable debris
and gravitational shear.

Someone needs to pilot Enterprise

while I determine
the course corrections.

- Travis.
- He's been sedated.

I'm in no condition to fly a starship.

We have no other choice.

T'POL:
More gravitational shear.

We're too far to port.

But you said bearing 2.4.

Twelve-point-four.

My mistake.

[GRUNTING]

Twelve-point-four.

How much longer
is this gonna take?

- Six minutes.
- I'm good for that.

Another shear front.

We need to rotate our longitudinal
access by 12 degrees

and bring our flight vector
to 014, mark 27.

Hold on, hold on. Zero what?

- Zero-one-four, mark...
- Mark 27.

Just minor debris.
The hull plating is holding.

Our lateral vector is drifting.

Captain!

Hang on a second.

I feel like I'm in flight school again.

You're doing well.

New heading, 006, mark 4.

[MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY]

- Captain.
- I see it.

- We need phase cannons.
- They'd take too long to charge.

[SIREN WAILING]

All weapons are online.

It must be part
of the new security protocol.

Fire!

Could you shut that off?

[SIREN STOPS]

How much longer?

Less than ten seconds.

Five more seconds.

Any more surprises?

Nothing on sensors.

[PANTING]

Did we get some nice pictures
of the black hole?

How are you feeling?

A little tired,
but the headache's gone.

- What'd you do?
- Very little, fortunately.

You're free to go.

Captain.

How's the crew?

Oh, I'm continuing to monitor
vital signs, but I've detected

no lingering effects
from the radiation.

Mostly just rattled nerves.

A few bruises and sprains from when
some of them lost consciousness.

I appreciate your intervening, uh,
before I got any further

with Mr. Mayweather's procedure.

I wasn't certain it would work
on a Denobulan.

Heh, well, it worked quite effectively,
I can assure you.

What procedure on Mr. Mayweather?

The radiation affected my nervous
system rather severely. Ahem.

- I'll be with you in a moment.
MAN: Okay, doctor.

I'll provide you with a full report
when I've finished treating the crew.

- You wanted to see me, captain?
- I did.

When T'Pol and I
were navigating the debris field,

- your tactical alert went off.
- I heard, sir.

I've already deactivated
the new protocols.

You shouldn't have.

They brought the weapons online
right when we needed them.

If you have no objection,

I'd like to make it
standard procedure.

No objection, sir.

You still need to work on that alarm.

I'll get right on it.

Doesn't look any different to me.

TRIP:
Give it a try.

ARCHER:
Hmm.

Feels better.

- What'd you do?
- Cross your legs.

What'd you do?

Seems totally different.

I lowered it,

by one centimeter.

[CHUCKLES]

That's all?

Didn't have time to install
the new status displays

or the inertial micro-dampers,

but, uh, if you give me
a couple of days...

I think this will be fine, commander.
Thanks.

- How about I attach the cup holder?
- This will be fine.

How does this sound?