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Medical Log, Stardate 42437.5.

Ira Graves is arguably

the greatest human mind in the universe.

For years, he's lived in near isolation

on a remote planet, devoting full time to his research.

Eight hours ago, we monitored a message from his assistant

urgently requesting medical aid.

I only hope we can reach him in time.

Any response from Gravesworld, Mr. Worf?

Nothing, sir.

Not since their initial communication.

They send out a plea for help

and then they cut off transmission

so they can't tell if there's any help on the way.

That doesn't make much sense, does it?

Ensign, what's our ETA at the planet?

36 minutes to orbit, sir.

Starfleet Command considers that Graves's work

on molecular cybernetics

is reaching a critical stage.

They consider this a Priority One action.

A man is ill, Captain.

Treating him is my priority one

regardless of who he is.

Did Data say why he wants to see us?

He said something about his new image.

I tell you, he's been acting kind of strange lately.

How so?

Well, if I didn't know better

I'd say he was showing signs of insecurity.

Yes, but you do know better.

Androids don't feel such things.

I don't know.

Sometimes, I think he's becoming more human

than any of us realize.

Come in.

Data?

Geordi?

Is Counselor Troi with you?

Yes, I'm here, Data.

Geordi said you wanted to see us.

Indeed.

Or stated more correctly

I wanted you to see me.

Can we come in?

Please.

Did you damage your face, Data?

It is a beard, Geordi.

A fine, full, dignified beard.

One which commands respect

and projects thoughtfulness and dignity.

Well? Opinions?

Uh...

It's, uh...

very different.

When I stroke the beard thusly

do I not appear more... intellectual?

I'm sorry, I have to go now.

Good-bye.

Why was she laughing?

We are receiving a transmission from Gravesworld, sir.

It's unfocused--

not directed specifically at us.

On viewer, Mr. Worf.

If anyone can hear me

please send a doctor.

Things are getting worse.

Try and raise her, Mr. Crusher.

Tell them we're only minutes away.

It's no good, sir.

I don't believe they're receiving us.

Our records show that she and Graves

are the only ones living on the planet, Captain.

Then what scared her?

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, I am picking up another signal

but it is not from the planet.

On screen, Mr. Worf.

The signal is very weak, sir.

Audio only.

Pipe it through.

Mayday! Mayday!

This is the USS... requesting emergency...

The outer hull is breached

and environmental systems compromised.

...immediate assistance.

Captain, I show the Constantinople

in that general vicinity.

She's a transport ship

used to ferry settlers.

I'm showing 2,012 colonists aboard.

Outer hull breach-- she must have had an internal explosion.

If that's the case

they'll all be prone to severe hypoxia.

Their lives are at risk.

We've got to help them.

And what about Graves?

He is one man.

Suggestion, Captain.

Why don't we execute

a long-range transport of an away team

to assist Dr. Graves

at your earliest possible moment.

We'll come out of warp just long enough to energize the beam.

A touch-and-go downwarping.

Ensign Crusher, prepare to make it so.

Aye, sir.

Engineering, Mr. La Forge.

We're going to execute a near-warp transport.

This may be a little tricky.

I would like you to handle it.

Yes, Captain.

I'm on my way.

Assemble an away team, Number One.

Include whoever

the Doctor requires to assist her.

Excuse me, sir, but there may be hundreds on the Constantinople

that require emergency attention.

I should be there to supervise.

All right, who will replace you?

Lieutenant Selar.

She has my complete confidence.

Worf, let's go.

Phaser on stun, Mr. Worf.

We don't know what's going on down there.

There's no need to take any chances.

Agreed, sir.

Now, remember

this is a near-warp transport, so the effects

may be a little unusual.

What do you mean?

You'll see, Counselor.

Energize.

Wait a minute.

I don't understand.

You do now.

This might sound crazy

but, for a moment, I thought I was stuck in that wall.

For a moment, you were.

Data to Enterprise.

I read you, Commander.

Go ahead.

We are inside Graves's home.

All is quiet so far.

Of course, no one knew we were coming.

Use caution, but protect Graves's health at all costs.

Understood, sir.

I suggest we look around to see if anyone is home.

No need, Commander.

You heard me.

Thank God.

I'm Kareen Brianon, Dr. Graves's assistant.

We're from a ship called the Enterprise.

We monitored your distress call

but then you never

acknowledged our response.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't take the chance.

Chance? What chance?

The chance that I might find out someone was coming.

Kareen knew full well

that I would not be pleased, to put it mildly.

I had no choice.

I refuse to stand by and watch you deteriorate.

What symptoms have you noticed?

He has pain, shortness of breath, irritability...

Ridiculous!

I am as healthy as a Rigellian ox.

He is not himself, believe me.

His temper is completely out of control.

Nonsense!

Ira.

I am a doctor.

Lieutenant Selar.

Ah, no offense, but I don't want you touching me in any way.

It's no secret that I don't like people much

and I like doctors even less.

That's funny.

I thought most doctors were people.

Then you're wrong.

Ask any patient.

Though uh, huh, I will admit, for a doctor

you're not a bad-looking woman.

Well, well, well, what have we got here?

Another lovely specimen of womanhood.

I thought you didn't like people.

Women aren't people.

They're women.

I'm Deanna Troi.

It's an honor to meet you, Dr. Graves.

Yes, of course it is.

This is one of the truly great moments of your life.

Excuse me, sir.

Are you a Romulan?

Hardly.

He's a Klingon, Kareen.

Kareen has lived here since her father died

when she was very young.

Her only knowledge of unhuman races comes from me.

Klingons and Romulans don't look much alike, Kareen

even though they act much alike.

Do I have to stand here and be insulted?

No insult intended, Mr. Klingon.

You see, Doctor

there's nothing wrong with my hearing.

My, my, my, my, my...

Lieutenant Commander Data....

Shh.

Absolutely no aesthetic value whatsoever.

Looks like Soong's work.

Quite correct, sir.

Did you know Dr. Soong?

Know him? I taught him everything he knows.

You could say that I was the father of his work.

Which, uh, kind of makes me your grandfather

doesn't it, sonny?

Damn doctors!

Always sneaking up on one.

Attacking from the rear.

Go on, gorgeous.

Spit it out.

Whatever the hell it is, I can take it.

I've checked twice to make certain.

You have Darnay's disease.

I'm sorry, Dr. Graves.

It's in its final stage.

Can't you do something for him?

In all cases, Darnay's is terminal.

Captain's Log, Stardate 42437.7.

We've successfully repaired the stricken liner Constantinople.

46 of her people suffered injuries, mostly minor.

They have been treated

and supplied with the proper medicines.

Our task complete, we are heading back to Gravesworld

with great dispatch.

I have noticed, Doctor...

Call me grandpa.

Seems more touching in my final hours.

I have noticed, Grandpa, that you keep repeating

the same notes of a musical phrase I am unfamiliar with.

Oh, it's, uh, it's ancient little tune

called "lf I Only Had a Heart"

a plaintive lament sung by a mechanical man

who longs to be human.

It's his only wish.

What happens to this man?

He finds out

he's human after all, always was.

Just worried so much, he... he never realized it.

Hmm, a happy ending.

The mechanical man gets his wish.

Stories often have happy endings.

It's life that throws you for a loop.

It must be so hard for you

to be so close to being human

and yet never really knowing what it's like to know pain.

But...

pain is unpleasant, is it not?

Pain.

Lust.

Envy.

Pleasure.

Desire.

Do you know what desire is, Data?

Desire?

To long for, to crave, a wish, a request...

Do you know what desire is?

No.

I do not suppose I will ever really know.

Oh, I feel pity for you.

Your existence must be a kind of walking purgatory--

neither dead nor alive

never really feeling anything.

Just existing. Just existing.

Oh, listen to me.

A dying man takes the time

to mourn a man who will never know death.

Funny, isn't it?

Funny?

I have had great difficulty determining what funny is.

I've had the same difficulty most of my life.

We're much alike.

I'd say he has a week, but that's only an estimate.

We do know that the disease

attacks the brain and nervous system.

We can expect more of the erratic behavior

of the kind you've been noticing.

His feelings towards you are very warm.

He's attracted to you in many ways.

Attracted?

I know I've felt certain feelings from him

and for him.

Had I been older

perhaps we could have been...

but that's not the way it worked out.

And now, it's like he's afraid to face me.

The only one he talks to is your friend, Data.

You mentioned your impending death, Grandpa.

May I say you face it

with remarkable courage and stoicism.

Well, that is because I'm an incredible man

possessing an iron will and nerves of steel--

two traits that have helped me become the genius I am today

as well as the lady-killer

I was in days gone by.

You condone homicide, sir?

It's an expression, Data.

It means I was once as beautiful as I am smart.

Really, Grandpa?

No, not really.

But, what the hell, I'm dying.

I can remember my life any way I want.

But I'll let you into a little secret, sonny.

I don't really believe I will be dying.

But the doctor...

Oh, I'll die.

But I won't really be dead.

You see, I believe I've learned

to transfer the wealth of my knowledge

into a computer.

Before I die

I plan to transfer

my great intellect into this machine

thus cheating the Grim Reaper of his greatest prize.

But what would you know of death?

It is a subject forever alien to you.

That is not necessarily true, Grandpa.

I do have an "off button," if you will.

Its activation robs me of my consciousness

therefore, rendering me dead for all intents and purposes.

It is not something I enjoy contemplating.

Oh, I can understand that.

Just where would Soong position such a device?

Don't tell me.

Let me guess.

Captain to away team. We're standing by.

I do not wish to interrupt Data and the Doctor.

They seem to have developed a genuine rapport

but the Enterprise has reached its orbit

and I'd like to transport Graves to the ship as soon as possible.

That will not be necessary, Doctor.

He is gone.

Gone?

It happened just a few moments ago in my arms.

Ira Graves is dead.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

I leave Gravesworld with an empty feeling

in the knowledge that our mission was unsuccessful.

Whatever scientific secrets lra Graves was about to unlock

have been lost forever.

Our immediate priority is to reach the nearest Starbase

so that Graves's assistant can get on with her life.

Why didn't you contact Dr. Selar

when you saw that he was beginning to... to go?

To do so would have been pointless.

All things must pass.

May I go now, sir?

Yes, of course.

We will try to honor him

in the manner in which he specified, will we not, sir?

I said we would, Data.

I am glad, sir.

It was his dying wish.

Hello, Data.

It's good to see you again.

The stars are so beautiful from space.

You always did love the sky.

A stargazer--

that is what you are.

Did lra tell you that?

I guess he's right.

I used to spend hours just lying on a hill looking up.

Ira never told you how beautiful you were to him.

He never told you that, did he?

He could not tell you.

Do you understand?

Yes, I understand.

But he wanted to...

every waking moment.

And he wanted you to know that.

You were everything to him.

He was a fine man

a man of rare gifts and great accomplishments.

He will be sorely missed.

Does anyone else have anything to say?

I believe I have a few words to say, sir.

Just look at that face.

The face of a thinker

a warrior

a man...

for all seasons.

Yes, lra Graves

was all that and more

but he was not perfect.

Perhaps his greatest flaw was that he was too selfless.

He cared too much

for his fellow man

with nary a thought

for himself.

A man of limitless accomplishments

and unbridled modesty.

I can safely say

that to know him

was to love him.

And to love him

was to know him.

Those who knew him

Ioved him

while those who did not know him

Ioved him from afar.

Data...

I am almost finished, sir.

You are finished, Data.

We now commit the body of lra Graves

to the timeless depths of space.

I am sorry, sir.

Perhaps it was my admiration for Grandpa

that got the best of me.

Grandpa?

That is the way I think of him, sir.

My only living relative

no longer living.

Data...

I was only trying

to carry out his wishes, sir.

I just wanted to keep my promise to him.

I know that, Data.

Look, I realize you've been studying

the human equation with great alacrity

but perhaps you've been working at it too much.

Don't try so hard to be human.

Just be yourself.

All right?

Yes, sir.

I will work on staying within myself.

Grand.

You're dismissed, Mr. Data.

Thank you, sir.

Captain's Personal Log.

Although Commander Data has assured me

that his odd behavior will return to normal

I can't help thinking

that something went wrong

during his visit to Gravesworld.

I'm still concerned, Captain.

I've never seen him act like this.

Could it be that grandfather analogy

that Graves planted in his head?

Data is an orphan, in a manner of speaking.

Is it possible that the loss of Graves

might have affected him?

Touched him on some emotional level

we didn't know he possessed?

I hope you're right.

I hope that's all it is.

That was a great speech, Data.

"To know him is to love him is to know him."

Verbal composition at its most sophisticated level.

Your childlike mind cannot appreciate

the timeworn wisdom of my words.

Childlike mind?

When you get to be my age

you will understand.

Your age?

Data, chronologically

you're not much older than I am.

Well, you are only as old as you feel.

Try to remember that, boy.

You're not turning into a philosopher

are you, Mr. Data?

I am many things: scholar

artist, philosopher

Iover, genius.

Data, what's wrong with you?

Oh, how beautiful.

I thought you might enjoy the Bridge, Miss Brianon.

I'm aware of your interest in science.

Perhaps you'd like to see the computer...

Yes, and I am aware of your interest in her.

What was that, Commander?

Nothing, sir.

Nothing at all.

These are the science stations.

From the Command Center here

we have control of all of the science stations.

Data, what are you doing?

I detest hypocrisy.

I wish they would just come out and admit it.

Admit what, Mr. Data?

That your interest in Kareen is not purely professional.

Try as you will

you cannot win her heart.

She does not care for older men

or men of limited intellect.

Mr. Data, you will come with me right now.

Do you understand me?

I understand.

I understand all too well.

Removing the competition will not help you, Picard.

Excuse me.

Do you know what that was all about?

Jealousy.

Intense, burning jealousy.

A human emotion, and it was coming from Data.

If you wish to apologize, I am prepared to listen.

You expect me to apologize to you?

You were a bit rude to me.

Might make you feel better if you said you were sorry.

Data, something has obviously gone wrong with your circuitry.

That is ridiculous.

I am as healthy as a Rigellian ox.

I wish I could believe that.

I would accompany you to Sick Bay

but I doubt if that would do us any good.

Sick Bay?

Are you ill, Captain?

I'm getting there.

I'm going to have Engineering run a full physical on you.

I am sure that will not be necessary, Captain.

I am fully capable of running a circuit check on myself.

It will immediately determine any abnormalities.

Do it.

That's an order.

Just as I expected.

I am fine.

Could not be better.

For the first time since I've known you

I don't believe you.

Try and hold still, will you, Data?

Data, will you wait for me in the corridor?

Why should l?

This concerns me more than it does any of you.

You will wait for me in the corridor.

His insubordination is growing by leaps and bounds.

I could use discipline

but I'd rather try and help him.

Well, I wish I knew what to suggest.

I'll be damned if I can find a thing wrong with him.

Perhaps we're looking in the wrong place.

Meaning?

Well, if Data's physical health

is unimpaired

perhaps his mental health needs to be addressed.

What, are you saying that Data's losing his mind?

With your permission, Captain, there is one way to find out.

Now, Data, you remember

the psychotronic stability examination.

We all had to take it

before graduating from the academy.

It was a waste of time then, and it is a waste of time now.

It will just gauge your psychological reactions

to the images it projects.

Mm-hmm.

Watch the screen

and let your mind go blank.

The device will do the rest.

It's safe to say

that you're his best friend.

Is it possible to speculate about what's happening to him?

Well, sir, it's just a guess

but, sometimes, he wants to be human

so badly he can taste it.

I think he just tends to get confused

when his human qualities surface.

Mm. Go on.

Uh, witnessing Graves's death

may have been some sort of catalyst

for the way he...

I have the results of the tests.

I ran them several times

to be sure.

To be sure of what?

There are two disparate personalities

within Lieutenant Commander Data--

each distinctly different--

a dominant and a recessive.

But he's an android, is that possible?

It must be.

The dominant personality is unstable.

Brilliant, but vain.

Sensitive, yet paranoid.

And I believe it is prone to irrationality.

Of course...

Sir?

Nothing. Go on.

It seems to have an especially strong hatred of you, Captain.

Or to a lesser degree, any authority figure.

And the worst part is it's growing.

How do you mean?

The alien persona is getting stronger

and gobbling up what is left of the weaker ego:

the Data we know.

If something isn't done to stop it immediately

we will lose our Data forever.

Captain's Personal Log.

We have arrived at Starbase Six

where Miss Brianon will await transport back to Earth.

I'm greatly troubled

by the unusual behavior of Commander Data

and fear that somehow it is directly related

to the experiments of lra Graves.

Where is Data now?

He should be in his quarters.

You ordered him not to leave.

Tell me, where is Lieutenant Commander Data?

Current location: Ten-Forward.

Lieutenant Worf

will you go to Ten-Forward and keep an eye on Data?

Don't interfere with his actions

unless you hear otherwise from me.

Worf here, sir. Acknowledged.

I want to know

more about what happened down on Gravesworld.

Lieutenant Selar

report to the Captain's Ready Room.

Hello, Kareen.

Don't you think it's time we stopped pretending?

You know who I am.

You're Data.

You do know who I am.

Ira?

It is me.

I am here.

I am alive.

How?

I deactivated Data

and transferred my mind

into his frame.

I never imagined how much of my...

myself I would retain.

My feelings.

My dreams.

They won't let you get away with it.

They'll try to stop you.

How can they?

It is my body now.

It is out of their hands.

Doctor, tell me, how much time

did Data and Graves spend together?

They were together practically

the entire time we were on the planet.

Always alone?

Yes. Always.

Doctor, what was your impression of Graves?

He seemed brilliant, egocentric, arrogant

chauvinistic...

Sound familiar?

Something wonderful has happened.

I can take a deep breath now

without feeling stabbing pain.

I will never have to face death again.

Think of the things I will accomplish

over the next thousand years.

What?

Oh, I know what you are thinking.

There is no need to worry.

I will create an android body for you, too.

We can witness the end of time together.

Why are you crying, Kareen?

I can love you now.

The way I always wanted to.

It was not right before.

I was too old for you... too weak.

Now I can be everything you want me to be.

I won't let you put me in a machine.

I want to live my life.

I won't let you take it away from me.

Ira, lra, you're hurting me.

Worf to Captain Picard.

Commander Data has left Ten-Forward.

Should I follow?

Negative.

I'll handle this myself.

He was an expert in cybernetics.

Yes.

Our memorial service may have been premature.

What an achievement.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see

so long lives this.

And this gives life to thee.

He was working on bridging the gap

between man and machine.

It seems he built that bridge.

I may be forced to tear it down.

I can hear you coming, Captain.

My ears are better than the average dog's, you know.

I know who you are

and what you've done.

Of course you do.

I came here to talk to Data.

Hmm-mm.

I cannot allow that.

I understand your desperation--

the shock of learning you were dying--

but you have no right to do what you've done.

I have every right, Captain.

I am man, he is machine.

There is no question

who must live and what must die.

What of Data?

Data?

Before me, he was nothing.

Just a walking tin can with circuits for intestines.

Pathetic.

Without heart, a man is meaningless.

I would not come up here if I were you, Captain.

I might not like it.

You are most fortunate, my dear Captain

that I am not a violent man.

Not a violent man?

This... this is not my fault.

They told me I was not supposed to be up here.

They should not have done that.

Graves, listen to me.

No one can deny the significance of your transformation

but I don't believe that this was part of your plan.

Encountering Data

was mere coincidence--

one that offered you more than you could have dreamed--

but something has gone wrong.

Look here.

Graves, this experiment must be terminated.

This is idiotic.

Picard to Sick Bay.

Yes, Captain.

How is Miss Brianon?

Her left hand is fractured in two places.

We've just begun treatment.

I'm afraid there are two more injuries in Engineering.

I'm on my way.

Who's next?

These were all accidents.

I did not intend...

How many more accidents?

You must leave this body.

No. I live here now.

Graves, every man has his time.

Every man.

Without exception.

But you've cheated.

You have extended your life at the expense of another.

Graves, give Data back.

Give him back.

Data is dead.

No.

He must not be lost.

He's not simply an android.

He's a life-form.

Entirely unique.

Data is not human.

He is...

He is different, yes.

But that does not make him expendable

or any less significant.

No being is so important

that he can usurp the rights of another.

Now set him free.

No!

How many...

how many more accidents?

Data-- where is he?

Just take it easy, Captain.

We can't afford to take it easy, Doctor.

Tell me, where is Lieutenant Commander Data?

Data?

Data!

Data, can you hear me?

Geordi.

Yeah.

May I ask a question?

I think you just did.

Quite correct.

Then may I ask another question after this one?

You can ask me anything you want.

Why am I lying on the floor

in this undignified position

with the four of you standing over me

displaying expressions of conc...

I've heard more than enough.

You're you again.

Captain... Captain, look at this.

He's in there.

Ira put himself in the computer.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

We've said good-bye to Kareen Brianon

with the hopeful feeling

that her future will be a bright one.

The intellect of lra Graves

has been deposited into our computer.

There is knowledge, but no consciousness.

The human equation has been lost.

And you don't remember anything?

Not a thing.

To know him is to love him is to know him?

Perhaps it is best that I do not remember.

I trust I did nothing unbecoming to a Starfleet officer?

Does wrestling with a Klingon targ ring a bell?

Mr. Crusher, take us out of orbit.

Aye, sir.

Did I win?