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There you are.

- What's wrong?
- Something jabbed me in the calf.

O'Brien, Cmdr Riker's injured.
Bring him up.

Stand by.

- Geordi...
- It's just a scratch? Right. Sorry.

We're the first team on this planet.
We don't know what the risks are.

O'Brien, what's the hold-up?

The transporter shows
unidentified microbes in Cmdr Riker.

- Can't the biofilter screen 'em out?
- No. Dr Pulaski has been notified.

- Acknowledged.
- I wasn't ready to leave anyway.

Here's the biofilter analysis
of the microbes.

Not much to go on.

I can override
and beam Cmdr Riker aboard.

No. I'd better go down
and make an evaluation there.

I hope these are
the right coordinates.

Just kidding.
I know you love the transporter.

About as much as I love
comical transporter chiefs.

Ready?

Over here, Doctor.

Fill me in.

I was walking along
doing a simple geological sweep.

Something stuck me in the leg.

- Any pain?
- No. It's just a little numb.

- Do you know what stuck you?
- We've looked. No luck.

Whatever it is, it left something
behind. I'll take you up to sickbay.

O'Brien, this is Dr Pulaski.
Medical override is authorized.

Acknowledged.

This is the strangest feeling.
My leg just went dead.

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.

Captain's log, stardate 42976. 1.

During a survey on Surata IV,

Cmdr Riker has become infected
by an unidentified microbe.

- Number One.
- Captain.

Put your foot
where it didn't belong?

The Doctor was bored
so I gave her a challenge.

That you did.

Cmdr Riker's nervous system has been
invaded by an unknown microorganism.

Not a bacteria, not a virus,
but with elements of both.

There's the point of entry.

The microbes are infecting
the great sciatic nerve,

and they are multiplying
at an incredible rate. There.

- Can you remove it?
- Not surgically.

The organisms fuse to the nerve,
intertwining at the molecular level.

That's why the transporter's
biofilters couldn't extract it.

There's no evidence of nerve damage

but the organisms
are impeding nervous function.

- My leg's still asleep.
- Prognosis?

The infection is spreading.
It will eventually reach the brain.

And if it interfered
with neural activity?

Cmdr Riker could die.

How can I help?

I need to know more
about its composition.

- For that you need a sample.
- Exactly.

Cmdr Data, Mr La Forge,
prepare to beam down to the planet.

Aye, sir.

I must reiterate,
it would be better if I went alone.

Don't like my company?

Your company is not at issue.
Your vulnerability is.

I'll watch my step. Besides, this
bug may prefer androids to humans.

Possible, but highly unlikely.
In any event, why risk both of us?

Because I know where he was
when it happened.

Mr O'Brien, ... energize.

He was right over here.

I am detecting no animal
life forms within 50 kilometers.

However, I am reading extensive
animal remains, mostly fossilized.

A graveyard?

I do not know.

Look at this.

The structure is rhizomatous.

- Careful.
- I'm always careful.

It appears to be dead.

I'm not so sure.
I'm seeing thermal variations.

Let it go. Let's try something.
Maybe it likes humans over androids.

If so, you could be
placing yourself in danger.

I know. I'm counting on those great
android... reflexes of yours.

That must be what we're looking for.

I tend to agree.

Stand by, O'Brien.

Got it. Energize!

Thanks, O'Brien. Another minute
and we'd have been fossils, too.

Not precisely. True fossilization
requires several millennia.

- Here's your sample.
- Get it to sickbay right away.

Report.

Captain, Cmdr Riker's injury
was not accidental.

Certain vines seek warm-blooded
beings and deliberately infect them.

To what end?

Unknown, sir. There might be
a symbiotic relationship involved.

Go on.

There are many
animal remains around,

leading me to hypothesize that
the vines could be predatory.

Vines infect animals
in order to kill them?

It is possible.

For Cmdr Riker's sake,
I hope my hypothesis is in error.

Unfortunately, Cmdr Data,
your hypotheses rarely are.

All negative.

Is there nothing
to cure this infection?

This microorganism
is very mysterious.

I can't even figure out
what's keeping it alive.

- Or how to kill it?
- I can kill it.

But not without destroying
the nerves it's inhabiting.

I know you're doing your best.

My best may not be good enough.

Comfortable?

Why wouldn't I be?
They wait on me hand and foot.

I just hope they don't find out
that I'm faking it.

I wish you were faking it.

- I've seen the thorn.
- Yes. So have I. It looks harmless.

And deadly.

I'm sorry.

Well, these things happen.

When least expected.

I'm surprised they don't happen more
often. We are exploring the unknown.

And the unknown can be benign...

..or malevolent.

One of the things I've learned
on these voyages, and from you,

is that most life forms act out of
an instinct for survival, not malice.

It's an important lesson,

and I admire
your lack of resentment, Number One.

If you drop a hammer on your foot,

there's no use
getting mad at the hammer.

- Anything?
- Not yet.

What can I do?

You can get out of my hair.

Aye aye, Doctor.

The bug is persistent, I admit.

But I'm not worried.
We Rikers are ornery too.

My great-grandfather
once got bit by a rattlesnake.

After three days of intense pain,
the snake died.

You're a very entertaining patient.

I try.

- You're trying hard to be cheerful.
- You, of all people, should know.

You feel what anyone
in your position would feel.

As the First Officer on this ship,
I have to set an example.

- Even now?
- Now more than ever.

Deanna, facing death
is the ultimate test of character.

I don't want to die, but if I have
to, I hope to do it with some pride.

And a lot of impudence.

You bet.

Dying's bad enough, but to lose
my sense of humour? Forget it.

Imzadi.

I haven't given up yet.

It's spread to the spinal column.

It's weakening
his autonomic nervous system.

Judging by its present rate of
growth and its infiltration pattern,

the infection will spread
to the brain within an hour.

Medical log, stardate 42976.3.

I can't keep the alien infection
from spreading to Riker's brain.

Once there, it will kill him
by dampening neural impulses.

I can only keep him alive by
forcing the neurons to stay active,

by stimulating them directly
with electrical impulses.

Let's proceed.

Good.

Stand by with five milligrams
of tricordrazine in case of seizure.

Here goes.

Anybody?

We have stimulated random activity
but the patterns are erratic.

Hang on, Will. Hang on.

The wave patterns
are still too irregular.

Why won't they stabilize?

Wait.
I've found the right amplitude.

There.

The patterns are steadier.

Is it preventing the infection
from taking hold?

For now.

The vertex waves show a K-complex
corresponding to an REM state.

He's dreaming.

Hello!

Marvellous.
How easily humans do that.

I still need much practice.

There are some puzzles down on...

..the planet
that the Captain wants answered.

He suggests you for my away team.

I shall endeavour
to function adequately.

Yes.

When the Captain suggested you,
I looked up your record.

A wise procedure.

Your rank of Lieutenant Commander
is honorary?

Starfleet class of '78. Honours in
probability mechanics and exobiology.

- But the file says you're a...
- Machine. Does that trouble you?

To be honest, yes.

Understood, sir.
Prejudice is very human.

That troubles me.
Do you consider yourself superior?

I am superior, in many ways. But
I'd gladly give it up to be human.

Nice to meet you, ... Pinocchio.

A joke.

Intriguing.

You'll be an interesting companion.

What should I say?
How do I act? What do I do?

Guinan, I need your help.
Step over here.

Sounds simple enough.

Now, first words are important.
You may want to start like this.

You are the most beautiful woman
in the galaxy.

But that might not work.

Yes. It would.

I've so wanted to say that.

- But you were afraid?
- Yes.

- Of me?
- Of us, what we might become.

Commander?

- That you might think it was a line.
- Maybe I do think it's a line.

- You think I'm not sincere?
- I didn't say that.

What's wrong with a line?
It's like a knock at the door.

- You're inviting me in?
- I'm not sending you away.

- It's more than I expected.
- Is it what you hoped?

To hope is to recognize
the possibility. I had only dreams.

- Dreams can be dangerous.
- Not these.

I dream of a galaxy
where your eyes are the stars

and the universe
worships the night.

Careful. Putting me up so high,
you may not be able to reach me.

Then I'll learn how to fly.

You're the heart in my day
and the soul in my night.

This isn't my style.

Shut up, kid.

Tell me more about... my eyes.

I couldn't go
without saying goodbye.

I don't like goodbyes.
How about "Until next time"?

How about "Until next time"?

It's been a pleasure
working with you, Commander.

The feeling is mutual, ... Counsellor.

I'm supposed to know
how everyone feels, but...

..I can't read you right now.

Perhaps your own feelings
are getting in the way.

My job is to help others
with their emotions.

My own feelings
are beside the point.

Not to me. Our feelings
are what make us all human.

Are you feeling sad?

Yes, I am.

So am I.

He's relaxed.

Experiencing feelings of...
warmth and friendship.

He's reliving memories. It's a
side effect of neural stimulation.

Look at this. The organism's
metabolism has changed.

Perhaps the stimulation
is affecting them.

I'm going to refocus the impulse
pattern on the interpretative cortex.

- To intensify his memories?
- Exactly.

We'll see if that affects
the microbes.

Everyone,
we've brought the visitors.

Please, enjoy what we have.

Gentlemen, if this is what
you call enhancement, ...

..you've got a gift
for understatement.

What's a knockout like you

doing in a computer-generated
gin joint like this?

- Waiting for you.
- Waiting for me?

- You can't be serious.
- Yes, Will.

I've never been
more serious in my life.

Something wrong?

No. It's just that Cmdr Riker's
emotions are... rather passionate.

- As in erotic?
- Very much so.

A dream? Is that what this is?
Is that what I am?

I know you're
a computer-generated image, but...

..your smell, ... your touch,
the way you feel, ...

..even the things you say
and think seem so real.

Thank you.

How far can this relationship go?

I mean, how real are you?

As real as you need me to be.

You resist.
Don't you find me attractive?

Yes, I find you very attractive.

You attract me like no man has.

It's not my function
to seduce or be seduced

by the leader of another world.

- It's not the reason.
- No.

But will you still respect me
tomorrow?

I hope so.

- William, is something wrong?
- What do you mean?

Do you not like girls?

Of course I do.

Is there a special technique
to this foot washing?

You generally start at the top
and work your way down.

I think I can handle that.

I was hoping you might.

The organisms responded alright.
Their growth rate has doubled.

Then all we've done
is make things worse.

So the growth rate is related to
the memories he's experiencing.

Or the emotions they produce.

Different mental processes
generate different chemicals.

Perhaps the organisms
are sensitive to brain endorphins.

So if some types of endorphins
attract them...

Others will repel them.

I'll change the differential
current patterns, see what happens.

- We're not going without our crew.
- I warn you.

People need attention. We won't
hurt you, but we must help them.

Number One?

The creature attacked. Yar is down.

- It feeds on phaser energy.
- We had no effect on it.

What's Lt Yar's condition?

- Dr Crusher, report!
- She's dead.

I'm losing life signs.

You must save him.

I'm sorry.

Growth rate has definitely slowed.
What is he feeling? Can you tell?

Sadness.

Which is the opposite of before.

With the opposite effect
on the infection.

Then your theory's correct.

The organisms are sensitive
to different types of endorphins.

- And negative emotions...
- Such as sadness...

..produce endorphins
that inhibit the organism's growth.

Then we can repel the infection.

- Assuming we're not too late.
- How much time do we have?

I'm not sure.
His vital signs are getting weaker.

I can't risk another dose
of tricordrazine unless I have to.

I must refocus the pattern again.

We need to isolate memories that
generate stronger negative emotions.

I know I can count on
every Klingon warrior in this crew

to serve and die in that battle.

So, I ask you again, Cmdr Riker,
where are your loyalties?

I've been assigned to serve
this ship and to obey your orders

and I will do exactly that.

- You'll take an oath to that effect?
- I just did.

This is your Second Officer,
Lt Klag.

Is there something
you wanted to say?

Yes, sir.

I do not believe you.

You challenge my authority over you?

Correct.

And your position on this, Captain?

I would say
it is your first command decision.

Ready for your tour, Admiral?

Quite ready, Commander.

- What's in the case?
- I brought it for Dr Crusher.

Perhaps you would like to see it?

- What is it?
- A form of life.

It was discovered accidentally by
a survey team on an uncharted planet.

- Why haven't we heard about it?
- You will do shortly.

First, there remains
scientific study to be done.

- It is a superior form of life.
- Superior?

- Totally. Come, have a look.
- I'll summon my Science Officer.

It won't like your Science Officer.
It does like you!

Vitamins.
They do wonders for the body.

Riker to Security.
Guest quarters 17. Emergency.

We've reduced the growth,
but not enough.

His vital signs are deteriorating.

But we've isolated
the specific areas to stimulate.

The feelings were... primal.

Survival emotions.

They must produce an endorphin
that poisons the organisms.

Can't you intensify that emotion?

I can refocus
the impulse pattern even tighter.

I don't know if he can withstand it.
He's extremely weak.

Do we have a choice?

No.

If we don't neutralize the infection,
within half an hour he'll be dead.

Medical log, supplemental.

Cmdr Riker's condition
is still critical.

I've discovered a way
to reverse the infection's growth,

but I may be too late.

He's getting weaker, isn't he?

Respiration shallow, heartbeat
irregular, but we can't delay.

Take us home and leave us
with our medicine, or he dies.

Don't you see I have no choice?
We were sent to bring felicium back.

The suffering on my planet
is too great. People are dying.

Whether we are entitled to it
or not, we must have it.

Let him go.

You will take us there now,
or give us a shuttle,

but we must have the medicine.

- If you refuse, this man will die.
- I will not be coerced.

I will do it... I will kill him.

Who are you?

Data, something's got me!

- Touch him and he dies.
- No, don't!

Enterprise?

- Armus has enveloped Cmdr Riker.
- I'm beaming you up.

If any of you leave now, he dies.

And so do the survivors
of the crash.

The growth rate's down
to seven percent.

The organisms are still impairing
his neural functions.

Respiration erratic, pulse irregular,

blood pressure almost nil.
Tricordrazine.

Can we tighten the pattern further?

Recognize Picard, Jean-Luc.
Captain.

Recognize Riker, William T.
Commander.

Set auto-destruct sequence.

Does the First Officer concur?

Yes.
Set auto-destruct sequence. Now.

Auto-destruct will detonate
in four minutes and 59 seconds.

- I am Korris.
- We'll handle the formalities later.

Right now we have to get off
this ship. Any other survivors?

No.

- I have found a quicker way out.
- Check him out.

He is alive, but barely.

- Then pick up the body and let's go.
- No.

- I will carry him.
- As you wish.

C'mon, let's go!

Tasha, go to transporter room three.

- I want you there when they return.
- Aye, sir.

Commander, this ship is blowing!

Transporter room, have you got us?

Too much interference. Get away
from the engineering section.

The engineering section's critical.
Destruction is imminent.

There are no options! Do it! Now!

The growth rate's almost at zero.

That's not good enough.

We seek peaceful coexistence.

Set auto-destruct.

Data, something's got me!

Auto-destruct...

Now.

Data, something's got me!

- Sickbay to bridge.
- Yes, Doctor?

We've eradicated the infection.

I'm on my way.

You're still here?

I could ask you the same question.

How do you feel?

Beat.

You wouldn't believe my dreams.

Yes, we would.

You'll be pleased to hear
we've terminated the infection.

Great work, Doctor. Now, if I can
get out of here, I'll return to...

Lie still. I still have
a few dozen tests to run.

- Why? I feel fine.
- There may be residual memory loss.

I want to be certain
you still know who you are.

Of course I know who I am.

I'm Capt Jean-Luc Picard
of the USS Enterprise.

I'm delighted you're
feeling better, ... Captain.

The Admiral and I
were worried about you.

Captain, you do not have the
authority to promote me to Admiral.