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Captain's Log, Stardate 42523.7.

We are en route

to the newly established
Starbase 173 for port call.

Crew rotation is scheduled

and we will be off-loading
experiment modules.

Hold it.
That's my chair.

My luck is always lousy

unless I start
on the dealer's right.

That would seem to be
superstition.

Bitter experience has taught me
it's a fundamental truth.

Okay. The game is five-card
stud, nothing wild.

Ante up.

This game is exceedingly simple.

With only 52 cards,
21 of which I will see

and four other players

there are a limited number
of winning combinations.

There's more to this
than just the cards, Data.

Of course.

The bets will indicate the
relative strength of each hand.

Time to pluck a pigeon.

Five.

I'm in.

I, too.

Mm-hmm.

I call.

A seven and a six.

Ladies.

I bet ten.

I'll see that.

Call.

Fold.

Yeah, me, too.

I'm out.

I bet five.

I'll see it.

Your five and five.

Too rich for me.

No help.

I bet ten.

Your ten and ten.

Is that what is known
as a poker face?

Are you playing or not?

I fold.

You had nothing.

He bluffed you, Data.

It makes very little sense
to bet when you cannot win.

But I did win.

I was betting
that you wouldn't call.

How could you tell?

Instinct, Data.

Instinct.

The game is seven-card high/low
with a buy on the last card.

And just to make it
more interesting

the man with the ax takes all.

My god.

Phillipa Louvois

and back in uniform.

It's been ten years

but seeing you again like this

makes it seem like 50.

If we weren't around
all these people

do you know what
I would like to do?

Bust a chair across my teeth?

After that.

Oh, ain't love wonderful?

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.

So, what are you doing out here?

I am in charge
of the 23rd Sector JAG Office.

We're brand new.

I have no staff,
but one terrified little Ensign.

And, hopefully, we can make
some good law out here.

Anything is possible.

So you came back to Starfleet.

Still the most
worthwhile place to be.

You had no reason to leave.

They forced me out.

No, that was your own
damn stubborn pride.

When I prosecuted you
in the Stargazer court-martial

I was doing my job.

Oh, you did more than your job.

You enjoyed it.

Not true.

A court-martial
is standard procedure

when a ship is lost.

I was doing my duty

as an officer of the Judge
Advocate General.

You always enjoyed
the adversarial process

more than getting at the truth.

Well, I hope that you've learned
a little wisdom along the way.

You know, I never thought
I would say this

but it's good to see you again.

It brings a sense of order
and stability to my universe

to know that you're still
a pompous ass.

And a damn sexy man.

Captain Picard?

Admiral.

Captain Louvois.

You're acquainted
with Captain Picard?

Oh, yes.

We're old... friends.

Excuse me.

Picard, call me.

You can buy me dinner.

Captain, it's good
to see you again.

Admiral.

May I present
Commander Bruce Maddox.

Commander.

He has an interesting

proposal for you,
but that can wait for awhile.

I'm eager to see the Enterprise.

Yes, sir.
This way.

Admiral on the Bridge.

I was a little surprised
at the decision

to put a base in force

so close to the Neutral Zone.

As you know, we've
had disturbing news

from both sides of the zone.

We're here to respond
when needed.

And it won't hurt
to have the Romulans know

that we're nearby.

Ah. Well, Captain, I want to
thank you for this opportunity.

For 500 years, every ship

that has born the name
of the Enterprise

has become a legend.

This one is no different.

Admiral.

Oh, yes.

Captain, Commander Maddox is
here to work on your android.

Please take care of him.

How have you been, Data?

My condition does not alter

with the passage of time,
Commander.

Are the two of you acquainted?

Yes, I evaluated Data

when it first applied
to the academy.

And was the sole member of the
committee to oppose my entrance

on the grounds
that I was not a sentient being.

What exactly will this work
entail?

I am going to disassemble Data.

All right,
explain this procedure.

Ever since I first saw Data
at the entrance evaluation

at the Starfleet Academy

I've wanted to understand it.

I became a student of the works

of Dr. Noonien Soong,
Data's creator

and I've tried
to continue his work.

I believe I am very close
to the breakthrough

that will enable me
to duplicate Dr. Soong's work

and replicate this.

But, as a first step

I must disassemble and study it.

Data is going to be my guide.

Data?

It sounds intriguing.

How will you proceed?

I will run a full diagnostic
on Data

evaluating the condition
of its current software.

I will then dump its core memory

into the Starbase
mainframe computer

and begin a detailed analysis
of its construction.

You've constructed
a positronic brain?

Yes.

Have you determined
how the electron resistance

across the neural filaments
is to be resolved?

Not precisely.

That would seem to be
a necessary first step.

I am confident
that I will find the answer

once I examine
the filament links

in your anterior cortex.

But, if the answer
is not forthcoming

your model will not function.

I do not anticipate
any problems.

You seem a little vague
on the specifics.

What are the risks
to Commander Data?

Negligible.

Captain

I believe his basic research
lacks the specifics necessary

to support an experiment
of this magnitude.

Commander Data is a valued
member of my Bridge crew.

Based on what I've heard,
I cannot allow Commander Data

to submit himself
to this experiment.

I was afraid this might be
your attitude, Captain.

Here are Starfleet's
transfer orders

separating Commander Data
from the Enterprise

and reassigning it
to Starbase 173

under my command.

Data, I will see you
in my office tomorrow

at 0900 hours.

Come.

You sent for me, sir?

Data, please sit down.

Well, we have a problem.

I find myself
in complete agreement

with that assessment
of the situation, sir.

Your service to this ship
has been exemplary.

I don't want to lose you.

I will not submit
to the procedure, sir.

Data...

I understand your objections

but I have to consider
Starfleet's interests.

What if Commander Maddox
is correct?

There is a possibility

that many more beings
like yourself

can be constructed.

Sir, Lieutenant La Forge's eyes
are far superior

to human
biological eyes, true?

Mm-hmm.

Then why are not all
human officers required

to have their eyes replaced
with cybernetic implants?

I see.

It is precisely because
I am not human.

That will be all, Mr. Data.

Computer, pull
all relevant information

with regard
to Starfleet regulations

on the transfer of officers.

Working.

My god.

Twice in as many days.

I need your help.

An historic moment.

I have been trying to make sense
of this gobbledygook

but it's beyond me.

The fact is,
my android officer, Data

is being transferred
compulsorily

to be made part
of a highly dangerous

and ill-conceived experiment,
and I want it stopped.

He can refuse
to undergo the procedure

but we can't stop the transfer.

Once this Maddox
has got control of Data

anything could happen.

I don't trust that man.

We agree to certain risks
when we join Starfleet.

Yes, acceptable risks,
justified risks

but I can't accept this.

It's unjustified.
It's unfair.

He has rights.

All this passion over a machine?

Don't start.

This is important to me.

Is there an option?

There is always an option.

He can resign.

I see.

So you came to me for help.

Yes, I came to you.

You're the JAG Officer
for this sector.

I had no choice
but to come to you.

Wait.

I didn't mean it that way.

I'm glad you felt you could...

well, come to me.

The word "trust" just isn't
in your vocabulary, is it?

Good try--
nine out of ten for effort.

I wish things were different.

I wish I could believe that.

"When in disgrace
with fortune and men's eyes

I all alone beweep
my outcast state."

Is it just words to you?

Or do you fathom the meaning?

Is it not customary
to request permission

before entering
an individual's quarters?

I thought that we
could talk this out.

That I could try
to persuade you.

Your memories and knowledge
will remain intact.

Reduced to the mere
facts of the events.

The substance, the flavor
of the moment could be lost.

Take games of chance...

Games of chance?

Yes, I had read and absorbed

every treatise and textbook
on the subject

and found myself well prepared
for the experience.

Yet, when I finally
played poker

I discovered that the reality

bore little resemblance
to the rules.

And the point being?

That, while I believe
it is possible

to download information
contained in a positronic brain

I do not believe you have
acquired the expertise necessary

to preserve the essence
of those experiences.

There is an ineffable quality
to memory

which I do not believe
can survive your procedure.

"lneffable quality."

I had rather we had
done this together

but, one way or the other,
we are doing it.

You're under my command.

No, sir.

I am not under yours
nor anyone else's command.

I have resigned from Starfleet.

Resigned?

You can't resign.

I regret the decision,
but I must.

I am the culmination
of one man's dream.

This is not ego or vanity,
but when Dr. Soong created me

he added to the substance
of the universe.

If, by your experiments,
I am destroyed

something unique, something
wonderful will be lost.

I cannot permit that.

I must protect his dream.

And so must l.

But keep packing

because, one way or the other

you will be reporting.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

Commander Bruce Maddox,
having been thwarted

by Data's abrupt resignation

is now seeking
a legal remedy for his woes.

Captain Louvois
has requested my presence

at those discussions.

Your response is
emotional and irrational.

Irrational?

You are endowing Data
with human characteristics

because it looks human,
but it is not.

If it were a box on wheels

I would not be facing
this opposition.

Overt sentimentality is not one
of Captain Picard's failings.

Trust me, I know.

I will tell you again.

Data is a valued
member of my crew.

He's an outstanding
Bridge Officer.

If I am permitted to make
this experiment, the horizons

for human achievement
become boundless.

Consider, every ship in
Starfleet with a Data on board.

Utilizing it's
extraordinary capabilities

acting as our hands and eyes
in dangerous situations.

Look, you're preaching
to the choir, here.

Why don't you get to the point?

Data must not be
permitted to resign.

Data is a Starfleet Officer.

He still has certain rights.

Right, rights!

I'm sick to death
of hearing about rights.

What about my right
not to have my life work

subverted
by blind ignorance?

We have rule of law

in this Federation.

You cannot simply
seize people

and experiment with them
to prove your pet theories.

Thank you.

Now you're doing it.

Data is an extraordinary
piece of engineering

but it is a machine.

If you permit it to resign

it will destroy years
of work in robotics.

Starfleet does not have
to allow the resignation.

Commander, who do you think
you're working for?

Starfleet is not an organization
that ignores

it's own regulations
when they become inconvenient.

Whether you like it or not,
Data does have rights.

Let me put it another way.

Would you permit the computer
of the Enterprise

to refuse a refit?

That's an interesting point.

But the Enterprise computer
is property.

Is Data?

Of course.

There may be law
to support this position.

Then find it.

A ruling with such
broad-ranging implications

must be supported.

Phillipa

I hope you will use
the same zeal

that you did in
the Stargazer court-martial.

Data, you're supposed
to rip the wrapping off.

With the application
of a little care, Wes

the paper can be
utilized again.

Data, you're missing
the point.

The Dream of the Fire
by K'Ratak.

Thank you, Worf.

It was in the hands
of the Klingons

that the novel attained
its full stature.

I couldn't disagree more

but we'll save that argument

for another day.

Excuse me, please.

Is something wrong?

Of course there is.

You're going away.

No one regrets that necessity
more than myself

but you do understand
my reasons?

Sure, I understand.

I just don't like
you being forced out.

It's not fair.

As Dr. Pulaski would, at this
junction, no doubt remind us

"life is rarely fair."

Sorry, that just doesn't
make it any better.

I shall miss you, Geordi.

Yeah.

Me, too.

Take care of yourself, Data.

I have completed my research.

Based on the Acts of Cumberland
passed in the early 21st century

Data is the property
of Starfleet.

He cannot resign
and he cannot refuse

to cooperate
with Commander Maddox.

What if I challenge
this ruling?

Then I shall be required
to hold a hearing.

Then I so challenge.

Convene your hearing.

Captain, that would be
exceedingly difficult.

This is a new base.

I have no staff.

Surely, Captain,
you have regulations

to take care
of such an eventuality.

There are.

I can use serving officers
as legal counsel.

You, as the senior officer,
would defend.

Very good.

And the unenviable task
of prosecuting this case

would fall on you, Commander

as the next most senior officer
of the defendant's ship.

I can't.

I won't.

Data's my comrade.

We have served together.

I not only respect him,
I consider him my friend.

When people of good conscience
have an honest dispute

we must still sometimes resort

to this kind
of adversarial system.

You just want me to prove
that Data is a mere machine.

I can't do that,
because I don't believe it.

I happen to know better

so I am neither qualified

nor willing.

You're going to have
to find someone else.

Then I will rule summarily
based on my findings.

Data is a toaster.

Have him report immediately
to Commander Maddox

for experimental refit.

I see.

I have no choice but to agree.

Good, and I expect you to do
your duty in that courtroom.

If I find for one minute

that you are not doing your best

I will end this, then and there.

You don't have to remind us
of our duty.

You just...

just remember yours.

I have never forgotten it.

Not then, and certainly not now.

Come.

Data

Captain Louvois
has issued a ruling.

You are the property
of Starfleet Command.

You cannot resign.

I see.

From limitless options

I am reduced to none,
or rather one.

I can only hope
that Commander Maddox

is more capable
than it would appear.

Data, you're not
going to submit.

We are going to fight this.

I've challenged the ruling.

Captain Louvois will be
compelled to convene a hearing.

She may be overly attached
to the letter of the law

but I suspect that she still
understands its spirit.

We will put to rest

this question of your legal
status once and for all.

Now, I have been asked
to represent you

but if there is
some other officer

with which you would feel
more happy...

Captain, I have complete
confidence in your ability

to represent my interests.

Computer

identify Riker, William T.

Access code theta alpha
two, seven, three, seven

blue enable.

Riker, William T. identified.

Ready.

Access all available
technical schematics

on Lieutenant Commander Data.

Working.

This hearing, convened
on Stardate 42527.4

is to determine the legal status
of the android known as Data.

The Office
of Judge Advocate General

has rendered a finding
of property.

The defense has challenged.

Commander Riker?

Your Honor, there
is only one issue

and one relevant
piece of evidence.

I call Lieutenant
Commander Data.

Verify Lieutenant
Commander Data.

Current assignment:
USS Enterprise.

Starfleet Command
decoration for...

Your Honor, we'll
stipulate to all of this.

Objection, Your Honor.

I want this read.

All of it.

Sustained.

...valor and gallantry,
Medal of Honor with clusters

Legion of Honor, the Star Cross.

Proceed, Commander.

Commander, what are you?

An android.

Which is?

Webster's 24th Century
Dictionary, Fifth Edition

defines an android
as an automaton

made to resemble a human being.

"An automaton."

Made by whom?

Sir?

Who built you, Commander?

Dr. Noonien Soong.

And he was?

The foremost authority
on cybernetics.

More basic than that.

What was he?

Human?

Thank you.

Commander, what is the capacity
of your memory

and how fast can you access
information?

I have
an ultimate storage capacity

of 800 quadrillion bits.

My total linear computational
speed has been rated

at 60 trillion operations
per second.

Your Honor, I offer
into evidence

Prosecution's Exhibit "A."

A rod of parsteel

tensile strength 40 kilo-bars.

Commander, would you bend that?

Objection.

There are many
life-forms possessed

with megastrength.

These issues are not relevant
to this hearing.

I'm afraid I can't agree,
Captain.

Proceed with your demonstration,
Commander.

Drawing on the log
of the construction

of the prototype android Lore

also constructed
by Noonien Soong

I request to be allowed

to remove the Commander's hand

for your inspection.

Objection.

It doesn't matter.

Objection withdrawn.

Proceed, Commander.

I'm sorry.

The Commander is a physical
representation of a dream

an idea conceived of
by the mind of a man.

Its purpose-- to serve human
needs and interests.

It's a collection
of neural nets

and heuristic algorithms.

Its responses dictated
by an elaborate software

written by a man.

Its hardware built

by a man.

And now...

And now a man will shut it off.

Pinocchio is broken.

Its strings have been cut.

I request a recess.

Granted.

Do you mean his argument
was that good?

Riker's presentation
was devastating.

He almost convinced me.

Well, you've got the
harder argument.

By his own admission
Data is a machine.

That's true.

You're worried about what's
going to happen to him?

Oh, I've had to send people
on far more dangerous missions.

Well, then this should
work out fine.

Maddox could get lucky

and create a whole
army of Datas--

all very valuable.

Oh, yes, no doubt.

He's proved his value to you.

In ways that I cannot even begin
to calculate.

And now he's about to be ruled
the property of Starfleet.

That should increase his value.

In what way?

Well, consider that,
in the history of many worlds

there have always been
disposable creatures.

They do the dirty work.

They do the work
that no one else wants to do

because it's too difficult
or too hazardous.

And an army of Datas,
all disposable...

You don't have to think
about their welfare.

You don't think
about how they feel.

Whole generations
of disposable people.

You're talking about slavery.

Oh, I think
that's a little harsh.

I don't think
that's a little harsh.

I think that's the truth.

But that's a truth
that we have obscured

behind a comfortable,
easy euphemism--

property.

But that's not the issue
at all, is it?

Commander Riker has dramatically
demonstrated to this court

that Lieutenant Commander Data
is a machine.

Do we deny that?

No, because it is not relevant.

We, too, are machines, just
machines of a different type.

Commander Riker
has also reminded us

that Lieutenant Commander
Data was created by a human.

Do we deny that? No.

Again, it is not relevant.

Children are created

from the building blocks
of their parents' DNA.

Are they property?

I call Lieutenant Commander
Data to the stand.

What are these?

My medals.

Why do you pack them?

What logical purpose
do they serve?

I do not know, sir.

I suppose none.

I just wanted them.

Is that vanity?

And this?

A gift from you, sir.

You value it?

Yes, sir.

Why?

It is a reminder
of friendship and service.

And this?

You have no other portraits
of your fellow crew members.

Why this person?

I would prefer not
to answer that question, sir.

I gave my word.

Under the circumstances,
I don't think Tasha would mind.

She was special to me, sir.

We were...

intimate.

Thank you, Commander.

I have no further questions
for this witness.

Commander Riker,
do you want to cross?

I have no questions, Your Honor.

Thank you.

You may step down.

I call to the stand
Commander Bruce Maddox

as a hostile witness.

Verify, Maddox, Bruce,
Commander.

Current assignment:
Associate Chair of Robotics

Daystrom Technological
lnstitute.

Major papers...

Yes, yes, yes.

Suffice it to say
he's an expert.

Commander, it is your contention

that Lieutenant Commander Data
is not a sentient being

and, therefore, not entitled
to all the rights reserved

for all life-forms
within this Federation?

Data is not sentient, no.

Commander, would you
enlighten us?

What is required
for sentience?

Intelligence, self-awareness,
consciousness.

Prove to the court
that I am sentient.

This is absurd.

We all know you're sentient.

So I'm sentient,
but Commander Data is not?

That's right.

Uh-huh. Why?

Why am I sentient?

Well, you are self-aware.

Ah, that's the second
of your criteria.

Let's deal with the first,
intelligence.

Is Commander Data intelligent?

Yes.

It has the ability
to learn and understand

and to cope with new situations.

Like this hearing.

Yes.

What about self-awareness?

What does that mean?

Why... why am I self-aware?

Because you are conscious
of your existence and actions.

You are aware of yourself
and your own ego.

Commander Data,
what are you doing now?

I am taking part
in a legal hearing

to determine my rights
and status--

am I a person or property?

And what's at stake?

My right to choose.

Perhaps my very life.

"My rights."

"My status."

"My right to choose."

"My life."

Well, he seems reasonably
self-aware to me, Commander.

I'm waiting.

This is exceedingly difficult.

Do you like Commander Data?

I...

I don't know it well enough
to like or dislike it.

But you admire him?

Oh, yes.

It's an extraordinary piece...

Of engineering and programming.

Yes, you have said that.

Commander, you have
devoted your life

to the study of cybernetics
in general?

Yes.

And Commander Data
in particular?

Yes.

And now you propose
to dismantle him?

So that I can learn from it
and construct more.

How many more?

As many as are needed.

Hundreds, thousands,
if necessary.

There is no limit.

A single Data

and forgive me, Commander

is a curiosity.

A wonder even.

But thousands of Datas--

isn't that becoming a race?

And won't we be judged
by how we treat

that race?

Now tell me, Commander,
what is Data?

I don't understand.

What is he?

A machine.

-ls he? Are you sure?
-Yes.

You see, he's met two of your
three criteria for sentience.

So, what if he meets the third,
consciousness

in even the smallest degree?

What is he then?
I don't know.

Do you? Do you?

Do you?

Well, that's the question
you have to answer.

Your Honor, the courtroom
is a crucible.

In it, we burn away
irrelevancies

until we are left
with a pure product--

the truth-- for all time.

Now, sooner or later, this man,
or others like him

will succeed
in replicating Commander Data.

Now, the decision
you reach here today

will determine
how we will regard

this creation of our genius.

It will reveal the kind
of a people we are

what he is destined to be.

It will reach far beyond
this courtroom

and this one android.

It could significantly
redefine the boundaries

of personal liberty and freedom.

Expanding them for some

savagely curtailing them
for others.

Are you prepared to condemn him
and all who come after him

to servitude and slavery?

Your Honor, Starfleet was
founded to seek out new life.

Well, there it sits.

Waiting.

You wanted a chance to make law.

Well, here it is.

Make it a good one.

It sits there looking at me

and I don't know what it is.

This case has dealt
with metaphysics

with questions best left
to saints and philosophers.

I'm neither competent
nor qualified to answer those.

But I've got to make a ruling

to try to speak to the future.

Is Data a machine? Yes.

Is he the property of Starfleet?

No.

We have all been dancing around
the basic issue--

does Data have a soul?

I don't know that he has.

I don't know that I have.

But I have got
to give him the freedom

to explore
that question himself.

It is the ruling of this court

that Lieutenant Commander Data
has the freedom to choose.

I formally refuse
to undergo your procedure.

I will cancel
that transfer order.

Thank you.

And, Commander,
continue your work.

When you are ready,
I will still be here.

I find some
of what you propose...

intriguing.

He's remarkable.

You didn't call him "it."

You see, sometimes it does work.

Phillipa.

Dinner?

You buying?

Sir, there is a celebration
on the holodeck.

I have no right to be there.

Because you failed in your task?

No, God, no.

I came that close to winning,
Data.

Yes, sir.

I almost cost you your life.

Is it not true that had you
refused to prosecute

Captain Louvois would have ruled
summarily against me?

Yes.

That action injured you
and saved me.

I will not forget it.

You're a wise man, my friend.

Not yet, sir

but, with your help,
I am learning.