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Captain's Log, Stardate 41463.9:

While mapping the Pleiades Cluster

we've been asked by the Federation

to visit a group terraforming Velara lll.

Communications have been erratic

and there is some concern about their welfare.

Entering standard orbit...

now.

It takes special people to live in such desolation.

Visionaries who don't see the planet as it is

but as it will be.

I've always wanted to see terraforming in operation.

Lieutenant Yar.

Hailing frequencies.

Hailing frequencies open, sir.

Velara lll base

this is Captain Picard of the Starship Enterprise.

No malfunctioning equipment on either side, sir.

They are receiving us.

Velara lll base, this is the Enterprise.

Come in please. Over.

Maybe no one's home.

We are sensing life-forms, sir.

Velara lll base, do you copy?

Velara base to Enterprise.

Yes, Captain. I'm Director Mandl

and I'm sorry about the delay

but we weren't expecting visitors.

Terraform Command has asked us

to see how you were getting along.

We were a little behind, but we're back on schedule

and I'd like to hope

we'd be allowed to maintain that schedule.

We alarm him for some reason.

Your staff are all well, I presume, Director.

Understandably tired.

We're working very hard, Captain.

Well, if there is anything that we can do to help...

you and your staff are very welcome aboard

for a change of scene, rest.

We have some holodecks which you might enjoy.

No disrespect, sir

but we cannot afford the time.

Channel closed.

His fear is escalating.

If you'll excuse me, sir, l... I really must get back to work.

I sense deliberate concealment, sir.

Of what?

I don't know, but it's intense.

Director Mandl, we've heard

of your remarkable achievements in terraforming.

My crew would very much appreciate looking around.

This is not really the best time.

We're at a very critical phase just now.

We would require no special attention.

I'm trying not being rude, sir

but this is really very inconvenient.

He is concealing something.

It's more than just being too busy.

Your announcement about coming down

has sent him almost to a point of panic.

Well, whether he wants us or not...

Director Mandl

unless you're absolutely refusing us permission

to land at your station

prepare to receive our away team.

As you wish.

Counselor, perhaps you better go along as well.

Aye, sir.

Someone that tense can be very unpredictable.

Stay on your toes, Number One.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise.

Its continuing mission--

to explore strange new worlds

to seek out new life and new civilizations

to boldly go where no one has gone before.

Welcome to Velara lll.

Please.

I want you to remember it as it is now

because in a couple of decades, you won't recognize it.

Luisa Kim, gardener of Edens.

Commander William Riker, USS Enterprise.

This is Counselor Troi, Lieutenant Yar

Lieutenant La Forge, Lieutenant Commander Data.

Arthur Malencon, hydraulics specialist

and Bjorn Bensen, chief engineer.

An android?

And third in command of the Enterprise.

Where were you manufactured?

Are there others like you?

Both matters are subjects of protracted discussion.

Remarkable.

Excuse me.

We don't get many visitors.

It's exciting to have you here.

We weren't sure how we would be received.

Director Mandl was less than enthusiastic about our interest.

I should apologize for him.

We are at a critical phase.

Usually, he's quite charming.

We'll try to stay out of the way.

We've never seen a terraforming station

and we appreciate the opportunity.

How much do you know about the process?

Theories, reports, but nothing firsthand.

Oh, wonderful. Let me show you what we do.

Newcomers find this imager helpful.

The other two are secretive

but she is as open as she appears.

What we're doing is so exciting, so inspiring.

We take a lifeless planet

and little by little

transform it to an M-Class environment

capable of supporting life.

Terraforming makes you feel a little godlike.

The first phase involves selecting the planet.

That's very important.

It must have the right mass and gravity

a correct rate of rotation

and a balanced day and night.

The planet must also be without life

or the prospect of life developing naturally.

The Federation determines if that's so.

Then, we take over.

This station is Phase 2.

Phase 3 involves water.

Usually we create basins using hydraulic landscaping

but the water on this planet is subsurface

and extremely high in salt content.

We're just about to begin pumping and filtering the water

removing the salt, oxygenating and replacing.

Next, we introduce microorganisms

and when the process is complete

we'll have a lush, arable biosphere.

You make it sound poetic.

I think it's the best job in the universe.

The efficiency of your hydraulic landscaping

is quite elegant.

Well, it isn't yet, but it will be.

Right now, I'm disturbed by erratic power surges

in several of the servomechanisms

that control the hydraulic probes.

Could the increased conductivity

be caused by the high saline content?

That was my first thought, but l...

Arthur!

The factors do not support that conclusion.

I'm Director Mandl

and I'm sorry about having been so abrupt

during our initial contact, but being isolated

one tends to forget the social graces.

Are you seeing everything that you want?

What you're doing here is miraculous.

What we're doing here

is working a difficult and demanding timetable

and there will be no miracle

unless Malencon here

gets the hydraulic probes back on line.

We are set to step up to full conversion immediately.

Shouldn't you be in the hydraulic chamber, Arthur?

Now?

Yes.

All right, Kurt.

Geordi, this appears to be the master subsurface pump.

You're right. Very impressive.

This is interesting.

The water table is a thin ribbon

between the sandy surface layer and the rocks below.

And those two surfaces follow that contour so precisely

that the water maintains

a consistent depth between them.

Which would require

extreme precision from the probe controls.

Mm-hmm.

Here we have something that may be of interest to you--

a vegetation graph.

It is really the key center for successful terraforming.

Incredible. It's planned month by month, decade by decade?

Every single thing is specific and exact.

You see grand, romantic concepts.

I see unyielding rock

under an ocean of sand.

Commander!

What is it, Deanna?

Malencon... he's in trouble!

Help! Help!

Help!

Can you open it?

It's jammed.

First Officer's Log, Stardate 41464.3:

What began as a routine visit to a terraforming site

has turned into something far more serious.

Arthur Malencon, the hydraulics engineer

has been critically injured by a laser drill

which appears to have malfunctioned.

Situation report, Number One.

For safety reasons

we're shutting off all power to the hydraulics room

before entering to recover the body.

Then we'll beam him up to Sick Bay.

But from the look of his wounds, it's probably hopeless.

Keep me informed.

Data?

Go ahead, Geordi.

All set.

Data, we have your section completely powered down.

Bensen has locked the master servomotor drive system

so it should be safe in there now.

I'm going in.

I will go with you.

Transporter Room, this is Lieutenant Yar.

Two to beam up to Sick Bay.

I want to go.

We should be with him.

Kurt, please come, too.

Transporter Room, this is Commander Riker.

Beam up four at my coordinates.

Geordi, this is intriguing.

I have seen malfunctions

but this is almost as if the laser drill

seemed to operate with a will

separate from its control console.

I can't explain it.

The laser blasts seemed to end when the yelling stopped.

Maybe Arthur stopped it, only not in time.

Not possible.

Then what are you suggesting?

Uncertain.

Geordi

please return power to the control console in this room.

I wish to reactivate the program.

You got it.

I am now running the base drilling program.

Geordi, servos off!

They are off!

Data, what's happening?

Too much to explain.

Can you open that? Do it!

La Forge to Enterprise. We have a problem.

Be specific.

Data's in the hydraulics room alone

and we're hearing laser blasts.

Get him out of there!

It's not working again!

We got to get this door open.

Data, we can't get in!

Data!

Data!

Data!

Away team, now! What is happening?

I'm going to beam him out of there!

Bridge, this is Lieutenant Commander Data.

No need to beam me up, sir.

The situation is under control.

Are you all right?

-Yes. -Well, what happened?

Did you do anything which might have set it off?

No, but the firing program was dynamic.

The firing pro...

In what way?

It adjusted to my tactics.

It tracked with me, anticipating.

A fixed program could not have done that.

Are you suggesting

that someone was controlling the aiming and firing sequence?

That is exactly how it appeared.

There was a mind working against me.

What did you do

to this laser drill?

A year's work... destroyed!

I had no choice.

We were attempting to trace the source of the malfunction

when it attacked me.

How much more of this useless fantasy

do I have to listen to?

None at all, Mr. Mandl.

Until this is resolved

I've provided temporary quarters for you and your staff.

Perhaps you'd like to make use of them.

You're overstepping your authority, Picard.

You have no right to interfere.

Mr. Mandl, an attack on one of my crew gives me the right.

I have a schedule to meet.

Your schedule is on hold

until I have a satisfactory explanation of this.

Director Mandl...

Lieutenant Yar, would you escort the Director to his quarters?

Aye, sir.

Go on with your report.

It would appear the laser's drilling system

was reprogrammed, sir.

As soon as its memory bank received power

it turned itself on and went after me.

Fortunately, I was able to cope with it.

And not by much, from what I saw.

I believe it was programmed

to destroy any person moving in that room, sir.

Certainty or speculation?

Certainty.

That would have required the talents of a master programmer.

But it was done.

And so, the question becomes not who

since it clearly was one of the three terraformers

the question becomes why?

What are they hiding?

What could be so important that one or all of them

could be desperate enough to kill?

Shall I have them brought in?

Not yet.

Malencon?

I couldn't save him.

The injuries were too severe

the damage too extensive.

The entire Velara lll facility has been powered down, Captain.

We've just completed a remote power feed

to the life-support systems.

Good. Data, I want you and Geordi to return

for more careful inspection.

What are we to look for, sir?

Evidence of tampering

negligence, sabotage, whatever...

The answer is there, on the planet.

Tasha, I want you to provide Counselor Troi and me

with complete personnel records of our three guests.

Psych profiles, training-- everything.

I'm looking for motive, intent...

the psychological capacity to commit one murder

and to attempt another.

Aye, sir.

It seems we are becoming detectives, Number One.

Not much left of this drill.

Geordi, I need some visual assistance.

Whoa...

What is it?

Nothing but basic elements.

Inorganic...

no carbon...

sandy texture...

but those flashes are almost... musical.

I see color variations

and... rhythms

and complex harmonies.

Speculation--

could it be alive?

How could it be alive? It's inorganic.

Whatever it is

it could be what they are covering up--

and the reason someone killed Malencon.

Captain's Log, supplemental:

On my order, Data's startling discovery

of a possible life-form

has been beamed aboard

so that its true nature might be uncovered

but unlike life on Earth and elsewhere

it appears to be completely inorganic.

A test for inorganic life.

It has never been done, Doctor.

There are basic definitions for organic life.

It must have the ability to assimilate, respirate

reproduce, grow and develop, move, secrete and excrete.

Would any of those apply here?

Perhaps growth and development.

Reproduction?

Yes.

Those two may be basic for any definition of life--

organic or inorganic.

Well, Doctor, you're charting unknown seas.

So how do we proceed?

Since we're dealing with a fundamental question

Iet's use the basic scientific method:

observe, theorize and attempt to prove it.

Activate.

Let's be sure of what we're dealing with.

Is the sample organic?

Negative carbon.

Negative known life components.

Substance inorganic.

Mm-hmm.

Recheck analysis, please.

Rechecking.

Analysis verified.

Not organic.

Magnify to screen.

Factor five.

Hold surface.

Factor ten.

What are we looking at?

It's beautiful, whatever it is.

What's that hum?

It started after Dr. Crusher ordered the scanner to magnify.

Computer, demagnify.

Resume normal scan.

Everyone stand back.

Step back again.

It's us.

Yes. We're causing it.

Why?

Unknown, but it is definitely reacting to our presence.

Perhaps it is picking up

the electrical impulse of our systems.

The flashes haven't changed.

Could the hum be connected to the flashing?

Computer, magnify.

What is the magnification?

2500 diameters.

Analyze the pattern of the flashes.

Not repetitive or sequential.

Pattern not recognized.

What is the source of the flashes?

Unable to specify.

Theoretically not possible from this substance.

Disregard incongruity

and theorize as to source.

Life.

What do you mean, a life-form?

What life-form?

A Federation recon expedition certified Velara lll lifeless.

Understandable

given this particular life-form's novel nature.

What is that nature?

Dr. Crusher is still making her determination.

Mr. Mandl, you know the Prime Directive.

Are you saying that l knowingly defied it?

That's what I have to find out.

You're a man obsessed with what you do.

Who knows what an obsessed man will do to keep going.

Kill, perhaps?

I create life.

I don't take it.

You hit him pretty hard, Captain.

What do you think, Counselor?

It was useful.

I felt two levels.

He did know about the life-form

but the idea of murder seemed to shock him.

Whether it was the whole idea

or just being accused of it, I can't tell.

What about his file, Lieutenant Yar?

Could he have accomplished the reprogramming

that Data says took place?

Mandl holds advanced degrees in computer science

as well as artificial intelligence.

It's possible.

What about the others, including the victim?

Well, only the victim had the required expertise.

Malencon did work where the...

whatever it is was found.

Trying to suppress that knowledge

would be motive for murder

if Mandl were obsessed enough.

Terraformers are often obsessive.

It frequently goes with the career profile.

How do you read the designer?

She is possessed of highly abstracted reality.

Lovely visions, little data.

But you might do better than l.

It's not locked.

Mind a visitor?

Is it true?

Did you really find a life-form?

Well, the debate is still going on in some quarters

but I think so, yes.

What's it like?

We have nothing we can compare it with.

It's microscopic.

It seems colonial, simple

but it's inorganic, which is why the recon scouts missed it.

It was not your mistake.

Everything I've worked so hard for...

...is falling apart.

Luisa.

It's very beautiful.

I could arrange for you to see it, if you like.

Perhaps later.

Captain, this is Dr. Crusher.

I think you better come to the medical lab.

What is it?

Geordi observed movement.

Not movement, exactly

but a definite shift in the energy pattern.

Without external influence.

The hum is gone, too.

Why?

Unknown, sir. Perhaps it is scanning us.

Scanning us?

Why? What would it hope to learn?

Unknown at this time, sir.

It's changing.

I don't see anything.

The infrared range is increasing.

Warning. Input overload.

The hum is back.

It is projecting an energy field.

And it's intensifying.

Magnification deactivated.

Two of them?

Only life can replicate itself, Doctor.

Inorganic or not, it is alive.

Activate quarantine field.

Quarantine field, full.

Full shield backup.

Evacuating lab.

Translation request being patched.

Translation? From whom?

Evacuate.

What's wrong with the translator circuit?

Bridge, this is the Captain.

Request emergency power to initiate lab quarantine seal.

Do it, Mr. Worf.

Aye, sir.

What's the nature of the problem, Captain?

We've lost visual.

We have confirmed that Data's discovery is life

but more than that... it is intelligent life.

How do you know, sir?

It's trying to communicate with us.

Captain's Log, supplemental:

The inorganic life-form from Velara lll

has apparently taken over our medical lab.

It generates enough energy

to interfere with the surrounding systems.

Mr. La Forge, can we see into the lab yet?

Negative, Captain. Reducing the backup

to the quarantine seal might help.

Doctor?

I wouldn't.

Continue quarantine.

Aye, sir.

Director Mandl and the others in the observation lounge

as you requested.

Counselor, I shall need you.

You have the Bridge, Number One.

Director Mandl, I put it to you again.

What do you know about these life-forms?

Not a thing.

Enough.

Sit down, Lieutenant.

You are deliberately evasive and it must stop.

You have kept information from me

since our first communication.

An alien life-form has taken possession

of my medical lab.

You knew of its existence.

Yes.

Is this true?

You knew there was life on Velara lll?

I knew that there were random energy patterns.

Yes, I knew that, but not life.

Not by any definition that I've ever heard.

But you tried to keep that knowledge from us.

No, they are meaningless silicon crystals

which rebroadcast sunlight.

It is a life-form and it has intelligence.

Why do you say that?

It's trying to communicate with us.

Communicate with you?

When did you first become aware of them?

Tell them about the pattern in the sand.

Oh, yes, do tell us.

When we first arrived

we noticed that in certain areas

the sand had a sparkling effect

Iike sunlight bouncing off new-fallen snow.

What did you think it was?

Honestly, we did not give it any thought.

Picard, I must point out again

that we were assured-- not once, but many times--

by the best scientific minds in the Federation

that this planet has no life-- no life!

And we were not looking

and therefore we did not see.

All right, at first you dismissed it

but then, you began to understand

there was something

that was different about them.

You can't know that.

Your apprehension suggested it when we first arrived.

Tell me about these patterns.

At first we thought it was just natural phenomenon

unique to Velara lll.

Refraction

in a thin atmosphere is interesting

but certainly not life.

Why was I never told about this?

Because it's not particularly important.

As the building

of the terraforming station went forward

the patterns in the sand ceased being random.

They became very specific.

Geometric shapes suddenly appearing, disappearing

uh, changing location

changing size.

Did you ever feel

that these patterns were attempting to communicate?

No, never.

Bensen?

I don't know.

At the time, I didn't think so

but now after hearing what you just said...

now... I don't know.

Captain, we've regained magnification on the life-form.

It's divided again.

Patch visual to observation lounge.

There was no indication of any of this on Velara lll.

Absolutely none.

I cannot understand the patterns.

Neither can l.

Please show me spectral analysis--

magnification 12k.

Silicon, germanium.

Transistor material.

Gallium arsenide.

Emits light when charged.

Cadmium selenide, sulfide.

Emits charge when lit.

Water, impurities, sodium salts.

Conductor.

But is it alive?

Probability positive.

I wasn't asking you.

Engineering to Bridge.

This is Commander Riker, go ahead.

The backup on the lab seal is fluctuating, sir.

I think you should come down here.

On my way.

Data, you've got the Bridge.

Inform the Captain.

Status, Ensign.

The quarantine seal is getting weaker, sir.

Every time I try to redirect backup

it goes somewhere else.

I think I've...

No, it's locked three people in a turbolift

and two more

in the programmers' rest room.

If that reading is right, there is no seal.

Give me lab interior image.

Yes, sir.

Magnify.

Picard, this is Riker.

We see it, too, Number One.

Get that seal back up!

Sir, no matter what I do

the energy goes somewhere else.

What if it hits the Sick Bay or Nursery?

Hold off. Impossible, Captain.

We haven't got the power.

Captain's Log, supplemental:

The life-form, which has significantly increased in size

is again attempting to communicate with us.

The universal translator is coming on-line, sir.

Ugly...

ugly... giant... bags of mostly water...

Bags of mostly water?

An accurate description of humans, sir.

You are over 90% water

surrounded by a flexible container.

Life force, do you understand us?

We understand.

We ask that you be gone.

We call, we talk, you do not listen.

We didn't hear you.

We come in peace.

Ugly bag of mostly water

we try at peace.

You still do not listen.

Bag who drilled in sand of home had to die.

It killed Malencon.

We see and hear you now.

We didn't know you were there.

You are beautiful to us.

All life is beautiful.

Bags in dome did know.

Caused much death.

Make us kill.

War is now with you.

The translator is off-line, sir.

Can you hear us now?

Mr. La Forge?

Restabilizing, Captain.

Sir, that chaos when we were studying it in the lab

must have been the energy surge of a reproductive cycle.

It is now a colony of single cells

which organize as a computer and like any computer...

More is stronger.

Captain's Log, supplemental:

We have regained visual contact with the lab

but our attempts to restore communication

with this microbrain, as we have come to call it

have been unsuccessful.

One thing that is certain, however

this life-form has declared war on us.

The range of influence

appears to be concentrated in the medical lab, Captain.

All nonessential personnel

have been moved to the most distant areas of the ship, sir.

Data, any analysis on those bolts of light it emits?

That seems to be its method of reprogramming, Captain.

Each bolt of light consists

of negatively and positively charged ions--

a series of program instructions, as it were.

It seems to have

a quicker rapport with our computers than we have.

What do you expect?

It is a computer.

Have we disabled the medical lab computer console?

Aye, sir. As soon as Data determined

the microbrain's method of operation.

Captain, picking up a decrease in infrared intensity.

Maybe the life-form has reached its energy level.

Or maybe that's not the end of it.

With single-celled life-forms

at least organic ones

cell division is preceded by a resting state.

The calm before the storm.

Medical lab on main viewer.

Let's use this calm.

It does seem dormant, Captain.

Tasha...

set coordinates to beam it back where it came from.

Coordinates set, sir.

Energize.

Transporter power beam redirected, sir.

We are unable to affect it.

Life-form or not, intelligent or not

the safety of this ship and everyone aboard her

is my primary responsibility.

Data, evacuate all the air from the medical lab.

I want a vacuum there.

Environmental systems fail to respond to command, Captain.

It appears the microbrain has successfully interfaced

with our computers.

Picard, if it did try to communicate with us

we didn't understand that!

It has declared a state of war and we are on the defensive.

We have no control over our medical lab, nor our computer.

At this moment, it has the power to destroy this ship

and everybody on it!

I need your help.

Unbelievable.

It said you were trying to kill some of them.

I need to know how.

I don't know.

What was Malencon doing when he was killed?

There is a very thin layer

of highly saline water under the sandy topsoil.

He was siphoning that off.

Perhaps somehow that saline water sustained them.

It connected them.

I don't understand.

The microbrains may be

Iike our own brain cells.

Individually, a cell has life but not intelligence.

Yet when interconnected

their combined intelligence is formidable.

The saline fluid is their circuitry.

And to prevent its loss, they killed Malencon.

If we had continued to remove that water

we would have destroyed them all.

A reason enough for anyone to go to war.

Captain, it's happening again.

I think you'd better get in here.

If this keeps up

it will tear up the Enterprise.

What can you determine, Mr. La Forge?

Captain, our sensors indicate that the microbrain

expends a tremendous amount of energy

during its reproductive cycle

yet there is no discernible power drain

on our own systems.

Then what is feeding the damn thing?

We found traces of cadmium salts.

Now, cadmium is a conduit for converting infrared

into electricity.

Meaning?

The microbrain might be photoelectric.

Kill the lights in the medical lab, La Forge.

Let's see if darkness will neutralize it.

Sorry, sir. It still has control of the computer.

We can't do it by remote.

Number One.

Aye, sir.

The life-form must have evolved at that narrow layer

where the light got through the sand to the water.

Drop the water a centimeter below light penetration level

and they starve.

Killing the lab lights...

now.

It's slowing down.

It's getting dimmer, too.

More light, please.

Only if you will talk to us.

We die.

Bags of water kill us.

You are like others.

We have no wish to kill you.

We never have.

You do not say truth.

We will end this war

if you will end the war.

Darkness... death... terrible.

Must go home to wet sand.

War over.

Agreed.

We will send you home to your wet sand.

Picard to Riker.

Bring up the lights in the lab...

just a bit.

Are you better?

Better.

We mean you no harm.

Do you believe me?

Yes.

Good.

It is important that you trust us.

Not yet.

You are still too arrogant

too primitive.

Come back three centuries.

Perhaps then we trust.

We understand what you are saying.

We will leave you

and we will send you home.

Riker to Transporter Chief.

Pick up the coordinates of the bell jar

in the medical lab for return to Velara lll.

Coordinates entered, sir.

Riker to Bridge.

Captain, we're ready to beam it back to the planet.

I wish we were able to learn more about them, sir.

In time, Mr. Data, when we are better prepared.

I wanted to create a place where living things could thrive

and all the while

I was about to destroy the life that is there.

Our apologies.

And respects.

Lieutenant Yar?

Coordinates set, sir.

Energize.

Captain's Log, Stardate 41464.8:

I have declared an indefinite quarantine for Velara lll

and we are now returning to Starbase

with the three surviving terraformers.

Perhaps the lesson we have learned from this near tragedy

will prevent it from happening elsewhere.