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There you are.

What's wrong?

Something jabbed me here in the calf.

Ooh.

O'Brien, Commander Riker's been injured.

Lock on and bring him up.

Stand by.

Geordi, it's just...

A scratch, right.

Sorry, Commander, we can't take any chances.

We're the first survey team to set foot on this planet.

We don't know what the risks are.

O'Brien, what's the holdup?

The transporter's detected unidentified microbes

in Commander Riker's body.

Well, can't the biofilters screen them out?

Apparently not

but Dr. Pulaski has been notified.

Acknowledged.

I wasn't ready to leave here anyway.

Here's the biofilter's analysis of the microbes.

That's not much to go on.

I can override and beam Commander Riker aboard.

No.

I better go down and make an evaluation there.

I hope these are the right coordinates.

Just kidding, Doctor.

I know how much you love the transporter.

About as much as I love comical Transporter Chiefs.

Ready?

Over here, Doctor.

Fill me in.

I was walking along, minding my own business

doing a simple geological sweep.

Something stuck me in the leg.

Any pain?

No, just a little numb, that's all.

Do you know what it was that stuck you?

We've been looking for it.

No luck.

Well, whatever it is, it left something behind.

I'm going to take you up to Sick Bay.

O'Brien, this is Dr. Pulaski.

Medical override is authorized.

Acknowledged.

This is the strangest feeling...

My whole 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 geological survey on Surata lV

Commander Riker has become infected

by an unidentified microbe.

Number One.

Captain.

Put your foot where it didn't belong, hmm?

Doctor said she was getting bored.

I just thought I'd give her a challenge.

That you did.

The Commander's nervous system

has been invaded by an unknown microorganism.

Not a bacteria, not a virus, but with the 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 fused to the nerve

intertwining at the molecular level.

That's why the transporter's biofilters

weren't able to 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 there?

Commander Riker could die.

How can I help?

I need to know more about its composition.

And for that, you need a sample.

Exactly.

Commander 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 to the microorganism is.

I'll watch where I step.

Besides, how do we know

this bug doesn't like androids more than it likes humans?

Possible

but highly unlikely.

In any event, why risk both of us?

Because I know exactly where Commander Riker 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.

Data.

Data, look at this.

The structure is rhizomatous.

Careful.

I am always careful.

It appears to be dead.

I'm not so sure.

I'm seeing thermal variations.

Let it go for a second, Data.

Let's try something.

Maybe it likes humans more than androids.

If you are correct

you are placing yourself in grave danger.

Well, I'm counting on those great android...

reflexes of yours.

That must be what we're looking for.

I would tend to agree.

Stand by, O'Brien.

Got it.

Energize.

Thanks, O'Brien.

Another minute, and we'd have been fossils ourselves.

Not precisely, Geordi.

True fossilization requires several millennia.

Here's your sample, Captain.

Get it to Sick Bay right away.

Report.

Captain, Commander Riker's injury was not accidental.

Certain vines on the planet

evidently seek out warm-blooded beings

and deliberately infect them.

To what end?

Unknown, sir.

It is conceivable

there is a symbiotic relationship involved.

Go on.

There are numerous animal remains in the area

Ieading me to hypothesize

that the vines could be predatory.

And the vines infect animals in order to kill them?

It is possible.

For Commander Riker's sake

I hope my hypothesis is in error.

Unfortunately, Commander Data

your hypotheses rarely are.

All negative.

There's nothing that will cure this infection?

This microorganism is very mysterious.

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

Or how to kill it.

Oh, I can kill it

but not without destroying the nerves it's inhabiting.

I know you're doing your best, Doctor.

My best may not be good enough.

Comfortable?

Why wouldn't I be comfortable?

They're waiting 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, Number One.

Yes, the doctor showed it to me, too.

Rather harmless-looking, isn't it?

And deadly.

I'm sorry.

Well, these things happen.

When least expected.

I'm surprised they don't happen more often.

After all, we are exploring the unknown.

And the unknown can be benign...

or malevolent.

Captain, one of the things I've learned on these voyages

and on this ship, and from you

is that most life-forms act out of an instinct for survival

not out of malice.

It's an important lesson.

And I admire your lack of resentment, Number One.

If you drop a hammer on your foot

it's hardly useful to get mad at the hammer.

Anything?

Not yet.

What can I do?

You can get out of my hair.

Aye, aye, Doctor.

This bug is persistent, I'll admit that.

But I'm not worried.

We Rikers are ornery, too.

Matter of fact, 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.

Yes, you're making quite an effort 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'd like to do it with a little pride.

And a lot of impudence.

You bet.

Dying is bad enough

but to lose my sense of humor?

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 Commander Riker's brain.

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

The only way I can keep him alive

is to force 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.

Tasha?

Data?

Geordi?

Worf?

Anybody?!

We've stimulated random wave activity

but the patterns are dangerously 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 the stimulation preventing the infection from taking hold?

For now.

The vertex waves indicate a k-complex

corresponding to an REM state.

He's dreaming.

Hello?

Marvelous.

How easily humans do that.

I still need much practice.

There's some puzzles down on the...

...down on the planet that the Captain wants answered.

He suggested I take you with me

on the away team that I'll be leading.

I shall endeavor to function adequately, sir.

Yes.

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

Yes, sir. A wise procedure, sir, always.

Then your rank of Lieutenant Commander is honorary?

No, sir. Starfleet class of '78.

Honors in probability mechanics and exobiology.

But your file says that you're a...

A machine. Correct, sir.

Does that trouble you?

To be honest, yes, a little.

Understood, sir.

Prejudice is very human.

Now that does trouble me.

Do you consider yourself superior to us?

I am superior, sir, in many ways

but I would gladly give it up to be human.

Nice to meet you... Pinocchio.

A joke.

Ah! Intriguing.

You're going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data.

What should I say? How do I act?

What do I do?

Guinan, I need your help.

Could you step over here a minute?

Sounds simple enough.

Now, the first words out of your mouth

are the most important.

You may want to start with something like this.

You are the most beautiful woman in the galaxy.

But that might not work.

Yes.

Yes, it would.

You don't know how long I've wanted to tell you that.

-But you were afraid. -Yes.

Of me?

Of us. Of what we might become.

Commander...

Or that you might think that was a line.

Maybe I do think it's a line.

And you think I'm not sincere?

I didn't say that.

There's nothing's wrong with a line.

It's like a knock at the door.

Then you're inviting me in?

I'm not sending you away.

That's more than I expected.

Is it as much as you hoped?

To hope is to recognize the possibility.

I had only dreams.

Dreams can be dangerous.

Not these dreams.

I dream of a galaxy where your eyes are the stars

and the universe worships the night.

Careful.

Putting me on a pedestal so high

you may not be able to reach me.

Then I'll learn how to fly.

You are the heart in my day and the soul in my night.

I don't think this is my style.

Shut up, kid.

Tell me more about my eyes.

I didn't want to leave without saying good-bye.

I don't like good-byes.

How about "until next time"?

How about until next time.

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

The feeling is mutual...

Counselor.

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 sort out 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 l.

He's relaxed.

Experiencing feelings of warmth and friendship.

He's reliving memories.

It's a natural side effect of neural stimulation.

Look at this.

The organisms' metabolism has changed.

I wonder if the stimulation is affecting them somehow.

I'm going to refocus the impulse pattern

on the interpretive cortex.

To intensify his memories?

Exactly.

We'll see if that has any effect on 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.

Oh, yes, Will.

I've never been more serious in my life.

Something wrong?

No, it's just that Commander 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 ever has.

It's not my function to seduce or be seduced

by the leader of another world.

It's not the reason.

No, it's not.

But will you still respect me in the morning?

Mm, I hope so.

William, is something wrong?

What do you mean?

Do you not like girls?

Of course I do.

Oh, 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 all right.

Their growth rate has doubled.

Then all we've done is make things worse.

Now we know the organisms' growth rate is related

to the memories he's experiencing.

Or the emotions that they produce.

Well, different mental processes generate different chemicals.

Perhaps the organisms are sensitive to brain endorphins.

Then if some types of endorphins attract them...

Others will repel them.

I'm going to change the differential current pattern

and see what happens.

We are not going without our shuttle crew.

I warn you.

Enough.

We have people who need attention.

We won't hurt you

but we must help them.

Number One?

The creature attacked us.

Lieutenant Yar is down.

It seems to feed on our phaser energy.

We had no effect on it.

What's Lieutenant Yar's condition?

Doctor Crusher, report.

She's dead.

I'm losing life signs.

You must save him.

I'm sorry.

The growth rate has definitely slowed.

What is he feeling?

Can you tell?

Sadness.

Just the opposite of before.

And it's having the opposite effect on the infection.

Then your theory is 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 found a way to repel the infection.

Assuming we're not too late, already.

How much time do we have?

I'm not sure.

His vital signs are getting weaker.

I don't want to 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, Commander Riker

where are your loyalties?

I've been assigned to serve this ship

and to obey your orders.

And I will do exactly that.

Will you take an oath to that effect?

I just did.

This is your Second Officer, Lieutenant Klag.

Was there something

you wanted to say to me, Lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

I do not believe you.

Then I take it 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?

Actually, I brought it for Dr. Crusher

but perhaps you would like to see it first.

What is it?

A form of life.

It was discovered accidentally by a survey team

on an uncharted planet.

Why haven't we heard anything about that?

Oh, you'll be hearing about it shortly

but first there remains much scientific study to be done.

After all, it is a superior form of life.

Superior?

Totally.

Come, have a look.

I think 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 Quarter 17.

Emergency.

We've reduced the growth rate even further

but not enough

and his vital signs are deteriorating.

But we've isolated the specific areas to stimulate.

The feelings were primal, survival emotions.

They must be producing a type of endorphin

that's poisonous to the organisms.

Well, can't you intensify that emotion?

I can refocus the impulse pattern even tighter

but 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.

Commander Riker's condition is still critical.

I've discovered a way

to reverse the infection's growth rate

but I may be too late.

He's getting weaker, isn't he?

Respiration shallow, heartbeat extremely irregular

but we can't delay any longer.

You will take us to our planet

and leave us there with our medicine or this person dies.

Don't you see, I have no choice.

We were sent to bring the felicium back.

The suffering on my planet is too great.

People are dying.

It doesn't matter

whether we're 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 person 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!

No, don't!

Enterprise.

Armus has... enveloped Commander Riker.

I'm beaming you up.

If any of you leave now, he dies.

And so do the survivors of the crash.