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Second Officer's Personal Log,
Stardate 44390.1.

Record entry for transmission
to Commander Bruce Maddox

Cybernetics Division,
Daystrom lnstitute.

Dear Commander Maddox

in reference
to your most recent letter

I agree that your study lacks
sufficient primary source

information on my programming
and operation.

Therefore, in response to your
request, this correspondence

will include a complete record

of my activities
during a normal day

with particular emphasis on
my perceptions of friendship.

Commander Riker,
you are 15 minutes early.

Well, it's a very special day.

I thought the father
of the bride would enjoy

being relieved early
on the wedding day.

Thank you, sir.

Nervous?

I cannot become nervous, sir.

However, I do sense
a certain... anticipation

regarding my role
in the wedding.

Anything to report?

All systems are normal, sir.

Sick Bay reports that Lieutenant
Juarez went into labor at 0400.

We remain at station awaiting
the arrival of Starship Zhukov

and guest quarters have been
prepared for Ambassador T'Pel.

Thank you.

I have the Bridge.

Aye, sir.

Begin day watch.

Initially, Commander Maddox

I found it difficult
to maintain friendships

since human emotions
are often puzzling to me.

Eventually,
I developed a program

enabling me to predict
human emotional responses

to specific actions.

Come in.

It is time
for the wedding rehearsal.

I know.

Data, I've decided
not to go through with it.

You do not wish to rehearse?

No, I'm calling off the wedding.

May I ask why?

It's just the right thing to do.

Have your feelings
for Chief O'Brien changed?

I'm supposed
to be getting married, Data.

I should be happy, but I'm not.

I just feel this weight
pressing down on me.

Will canceling the wedding
make you happy?

Yes.

He'll probably
be just as relieved as I am.

Data, you introduced us
to each other.

You mean a lot to both of us.

I would really appreciate it

if you would talk to Miles
for me.

If you wish.

My friend Chief O'Brien
often says

that above all else,
he wants to make Keiko happy.

Since canceling the wedding
will make her happy

I must conclude the Chief will
be pleased at her decision.

I have good news.

Oh?

Keiko has made a decision

designed to increase
her happiness.

She has canceled the wedding.

She what?

Canceled the wedding?!

Today?

Without even a word?

Of all the childish, selfish,
irresponsible things to do!

Next time, maybe I should
deliver the good news.

Commander Maddox,
it would appear that my program

designed to predict emotional
responses needs... adjustment.

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.

Second Officer's Personal Log,
supplemental.

This is the 1,550th day

since the Enterprise
was commissioned.

Besides the arrival
of Ambassador T'Pel

other events occurring today

include four birthdays,
two personal transfers

a celebration
of the Hindu Festival of Lights

two chess tournaments,
one secondary school play

and four promotions.

Overall, an ordinary day.

The Zhukov is ready
for transport, sir.

Energize.

Welcome aboard the Enterprise,
Ambassador.

I would meet with your Captain.

Since I am not affected
by emotional considerations

I am closer to being Vulcan
than human.

However, while their devotion
to logic

does have a certain appeal

I find their stark philosophy
to be somewhat... Iimited.

Come.

Ambassador T'Pel.

I come to serve.

Your service honors us.

This is my First Officer,
Commander William Riker.

Leave us, please.

Charming woman.

The tone
of Commander Riker's voice

makes me suspect
that he is not serious

about finding
Ambassador T'Pel charming.

My experience suggests
that, in fact, he may mean

the exact opposite
of what he says.

Irony is a form of expression

I have not yet
been able to master.

You don't need a haircut.

You were just in here last week.

Hey, if you'd done it
right the first time

I wouldn't need to be
back here so soon.

I know you want
to look beautiful

but I'm just a barber,
not a miracle worker.

Just try to keep my ears
on straight today, all right?

Friendly insults and jibes--

another form of human speech
that I am attempting to master.

In this case, with the help
of Commander Geordi La Forge.

Hi, Data.

I consider Geordi
to be my best friend.

Here for a trim?

My hair does not require
trimming, you lunkhead.

What?

My hair does not require
trimming...

Lunkhead?

I am experimenting
with friendly jibes and insults.

It was not meant
as a serious disparagement.

Well... just don't try it
on the Captain.

No.

Geordi, I am still confused

by Chief O'Brien's reaction
this morning.

Mm, yeah.

He was just surprised, Data.

He didn't mean
to blow up like that.

He knows that Keiko

probably doesn't want
to call off the marriage.

She's just getting cold feet.

Cold feet?

Jitters.

A nervous reaction

to an impending event
of great importance.

Right.

Don't worry.

Everything's going to be fine.

She'll change her mind again.

She will?

Absolutely.

So, you believe that
the marriage will still proceed?

Trust me.

They're going to get married,
so you'd better find a gift.

I find Lieutenant Worf

to be what is called
a kindred spirit.

We were both orphans
rescued by Starfleet officers.

In many ways, we are both still
outsiders in human society.

Are you here
to find a wedding gift?

Yes.

I would appreciate your help in
selecting an appropriate item.

Of course.

I have attended human
weddings before.

Hold.

This is
a traditional gift?

Yes, my adoptive parents
often give these... things

at family weddings.

A human custom.

Hold.

It is my understanding
that the item selected

should reflect the personality
of whoever is giving it.

This does not remind me of you.

Have you ever been
an actual participant

in a human wedding?

No.

You would not consider it
to be an honor?

An honor, perhaps

but human bonding rituals

often involve
a great deal of talking

and dancing and...

crying.

Dancing?

I am rarely in need

of Dr. Beverly Crusher's
professional services

as my biomechanical
maintenance program

is self-sufficient

but I often observe as she
practices medicine on others

and have learned a great deal

about human interaction
from her.

Doctor, may I ask
a favor of you?

Of course, Data.

Would you teach me to dance?

What?!

I would like to learn
how to dance.

Why me?

It was in your service record--

"Awarded first prize, tap and
jazz competition, St. Louis..."

Okay, okay.

Have I said something
to upset you?

It's just that...
that was a long time ago

and I don't want to be known
as "The Dancing Doctor..."

again.

Then your answer is no.

All right, but...

Iet's keep this
between you and me.

Of course, Doctor.

Commander Data,
please report to the Bridge.

Acknowledged.

Data, I want a tactical
projection of possible

Romulan deployments
along the Neutral Zone.

Access all Federation
records on the subject

and report to my ready room.

Captain, is there a specific
area you wish me to study?

No.

Ambassador.

Number One, set a course
130 mark 246, warp seven.

That will take us very close
to the Neutral Zone, Captain.

I'm aware of that, Number One.

Proceed.

Lay in the course.

It is fortunate that I am
able to perform my duties

without emotional distractions.

If that were not the case

a sudden course correction
toward the Neutral Zone

would make me very...
nervous.

Mr. Data, based on your analysis

what is the current
Romulan strategy

behind the deployment
of their ships in this sector?

Their ships are deployed

to support a policy of
confrontation designed to test

Federation defenses
along the Neutral Zone.

Do you predict any change
in the near future?

I predict a 90% probability

that they will continue
to support that policy.

And is there any indication

of a more conciliatory attitude
on their part?

No, sir.

Caution is clearly called for,
Captain.

However, the mission
must proceed as planned.

Starfleet Command
agrees with you

but I would feel better if you
would consent to an escort

or a...

Thank you, Mr. Data.

Feline supplement... 74.

Computer,
run fluidic sensor diagnostic.

Diagnostic complete.

All systems functioning
within normal parameters.

Come in.

Am I intruding, Commander?

No.

Would you care to sit down?

When one of my friends
is distraught, I have learned

that the thoughtful thing to do

is to attempt to make him
feel more comfortable.

May I offer you
some refreshment, Chief?

No, thank you, sir.

First of all,
I'd like to apologize

for this morning in Ten-Forward.

There is no need to apologize.

I was not offended.

Would you like a pillow

or a more comfortable
chair to sit upon?

No, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Perhaps you would
like some music?

Brahms? Aurelia?

No, really, sir, I'm fine.

I came to ask for your help.

It's about Keiko.

I'd like you to talk to her--

convince her to go through
with the wedding.

Would Counselor Troi not be
a more appropriate choice

to speak with Keiko?

She already has.

Didn't help.

You've known her longer
than I have.

I just thought
she might listen to you.

She won't even talk to me.

I do not know
what to say to her.

Just talk with her--
make her see reason.

She's going off half-cocked,
not thinking this through.

You've worked with her
for a long time.

She respects your opinion.

Perhaps...

Perhaps she has not
fully analyzed her decision.

I will try.

Thank you, sir.

I won't forget this.

Commander Maddox,
I noted that Keiko

was quite calm and rational

when she informed me
of her decision this morning.

Therefore, I can predict
that she will respond

to an objective analysis
of the situation

based on the available facts.

It is fortunate
that she has not

Iet emotional considerations
cloud her judgment.

It should make my task
much simpler.

What?

I believe you have made

an incorrect analysis
of the facts at hand.

What do you mean?

You do not seem happy.

Well...

Your decision was based
on the assumption

that canceling the wedding
would make you happy.

This has proven
to be incorrect.

Data, it's not that simple.

Since your actions

did not produce
the desired result

the only advisable solution
would be to reexamine

your decision-making process

and look for errors.

I knew what I was doing.

It's my decision.

That fact is not in dispute.

However, you may have
acted with undue haste

and in doing so, unintentionally
hurt Chief O'Brien's feelings.

I did what I had to!

Why are you doing this?

I thought you were my friend.

I am your friend.

Then leave me alone.

If I have offended...

Just leave me alone!

It is clear
that I need guidance

to resolve this situation.

Counselor Troi's advice
should be useful.

In many ways, Deanna Troi

is the friend
I understand the least.

Her life and her duties
are predicated

on her understanding
and perception of emotions.

Since I have none,
no doubt she finds me

as much a mystery as I find her.

Chief O'Brien talks to me.

Keiko talks to you.

Why do they not talk
to each other?

That's a good question, Data.

I wish I had
a good answer for you.

Perhaps, when they're ready,
they will.

Hmm.

Many aspects of this situation
are puzzling to me.

I have been studying
various texts

on the subject of marriage

but I have not found
a suitable guide.

A suitable guide for what?

In an effort to be helpful,
I am attempting to calculate

the variables involved
in a successful marriage.

Good luck.

There are many opinions.

On Galvin V, a marriage
is considered successful

only if children are produced
within a year of the marriage.

Andorian marriages require
groups of four, unless...

Data, would you like my advice
on how to help them?

Don't.

This is something they have
to work out for themselves.

But... I am their friend.

Should I not stand with them
in a time of difficulty?

There are many ways
to help a friend

and sometimes the best way
is to leave them alone.

Do you believe it
to be the correct decision

for them to marry?

I don't know.

They're very much in love,
but sometimes that isn't enough.

Marriage is an agreement

to share who you are
with someone else

to spend your lives together,
to grow old together.

"To grow old together"?

That is an integral component
of marriage?

Usually.
Why do you ask?

Although I am an android

I have not excluded
the possibility

that l, too, may someday marry.

Data, I had no idea

you'd thought
about getting married.

I believe I have much
to offer a potential mate

however, we cannot
grow old together because...

I will not grow old.

Data...

you do have a lot to offer.

Commander Data,
this is Ambassador T'Pel.

Please report to my quarters.

Acknowledged.

Enter.

You have
priority three clearance

aboard the Enterprise?

That is correct, Ambassador.

I require information

on the ship's defense
and navigational systems.

Access code kappa alpha 4601704.

The code is valid.

What is the field strength
of this ship's deflector shields

at maximum output?

May I ask the purpose
of your request?

I require this information.

I have the same safeguards
as the ship's computer.

Therefore, I must
report any inquiry

regarding restricted information
to the Captain.

Your reaction suggests
you do not wish the Captain

to be informed of your inquiry.

I was not interested
in the information.

I was curious
as to your security safeguards.

They appear to be adequate.

Cancel the request.

You may leave.

Commander Maddox, I have
often wished for the sense

that humans
call intuition or instinct.

Since Vulcans
are incapable of lying

I must accept the Ambassador's
explanation as the truth

but I would still prefer
a "gut feeling"

to back up this conclusion.

Program Crusher four
in progress.

Hi, Data.

Well, what do you think?

It is a re-creation
of the studio

I had my first dance lesson in.

It appears to be
quite suitable, Doctor.

Let's start
with something simple.

Stomp... hop.

Try it.

Again.

Good.

Good!

Am I dancing, Doctor?

Not quite.

Stop, Data.

Now try this.

Doctor, perhaps

it would be beneficial
to teach me the final lesson.

Okay.

That's great.

Watch.

Good.

Triples.

Watch.

Stop, Data.

And you say you've
never done this before?

Try this.

Stop, Data!

Not bad.

Yeah, not bad.

Then I have successfully
learned to dance?

I'd say you've
picked up the basics.

Thank you, Doctor.

I am now prepared
to dance at the wedding.

Wedding?

Keiko's wedding.

Data, you never told me
this was for the wedding.

Is that important?

Well, yes.

They don't do a lot
of tap dancing at weddings.

Why?

Well, Data, because...

I don't really know why, Data.

Look, why don't I just teach you
a style of dancing

that they will do
at the wedding.

Computer, run...

"lsn't It Romantic?"

Now, compared
to what we've just done

this will be simple.

Just look up and follow me.

One, two, ready and...

No, Data, wait a minute.

Ow!

No, no, you're just
moving... move slowly.

Ow! Ow!
Stop music!

Sorry, Doctor.

I don't understand, Data.

You picked up
the tap dancing so quickly.

I cannot reproduce
your performance

if I cannot see your feet.

All right.

Well, let's try it again

and this time, watch my feet.

Computer, start music.

And...

Now, don't just imitate me.

You've got to lead.

Lead where, Doctor?

Well, indicate to your partner
where you want her to step.

And how is that accomplished?

I'll show you.

I'll lead.

Now you'll notice
that I don't just repeat

the same pattern over and over.

I improvise.

Now you lead.

That's good.

Now look up, Data.

Look into my eyes.

You're holding me too tight.

This is a very complex
set of variables

to coordinate, Doctor.

You are doing fine.

Now, smile.

Act like you're
enjoying yourself.

Dr. Crusher,
please report to Sick Bay.

Is it Lieutenant Juarez?

Yes, Doctor, her contractions
are now one minute apart.

I'm on my way.

Why don't you, uh...

program up an artificial
dance partner?

And don't be afraid
to experiment.

I will.

Thank you, Doctor.

Computer, create dance partner--
female.

Begin music.

Then just as the headsman swings
the axe and the blade is...

Commander Riker's
easygoing manner

and sense of humor
is fascinating to me.

I believe it to be one reason
he is so popular among the crew.

It may also be
partly responsible

for his success
in matters of love.

There may be a correlation
between humor and sex.

The need for more research
is clearly indicated.

Commander.

Picard to the Bridge.

All stop.

Aye, sir.

Sir, we have reached
the designated coordinates.

Hold this position.

Long range scan.

Captain, I am detecting a ship
in the Neutral Zone.

Configuration...

Romulan warbird.

Yellow Alert.

Hail the warbird, Mr. Worf.

Aye, sir.

They are responding.

Text only.

We are to proceed
to the agreed coordinates.

Set course 037 mark 005,
warp four.

Take us into the Neutral Zone,
Ensign.

Captain, the warbird
is holding position.

In three minutes, we will be
within phaser range.

Red Alert.

I trust my crew, Ambassador.

They will take
no provocative action

unless I order them.

Hold position
on these coordinates.

Slow to half impulse.

Open a channel.

Open.

I am Ambassador T'Pel.

I am Admiral Mendak.

There is no established protocol
for a meeting of this nature.

The logical course
is that I transport

aboard your ship
and begin the negotiations.

Yes.

Captain, I note
your defensive systems

have been activated.

As have yours.

It was not meant
as an accusation.

Indeed, I salute
your show of strength.

Ambassador, we are honored
by your presence.

You may transport aboard
at your convenience.

The honor is mine.

Have your transporter room
stand by.

I will beam aboard their ship
with no further delay.

Ambassador, I urge you
once more to reconsider.

The Enterprise can
accommodate a Romulan delegation

without sacrificing
our security or...

Captain Picard, I find
your argument illogical.

Please carry out
my instructions.

Picard to Chief O'Brien.

O'Brien here.

Prepare to transport Ambassador
T'Pel to the Romulan vessel.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Worf, maintain a lock
on her signal once she's aboard.

At the first sign of trouble

I want to be able
to bring her back.

Understood.

Transporter activated.

Captain...

Transporter emergency!

I'm losing her signal.

Boosting power
to autosequencers.

Engaging computer override.

O'Brien, what happened
down there?

I'm losing the pattern.

Trying to reestablish.

I'm sorry, sir.

I wasn't able
to retrieve the signal.

The Ambassador is dead.

Second Officer's Personal Log,
supplemental.

The risks aboard a starship
are accepted by all who serve

but I have never failed
to observe

a deep emotional response
to the loss of a comrade.

It is at times like this

that I greatly miss the ability
to share human feelings.

The signal lock wasn't broken,
sir.

I had just entered
the transfer sequence

when the Ambassador's
pattern began to break up.

I tried to switch
to emergency manual control

but the pattern deteriorated
too quickly and...

Captain, there is no prior
record of this type of accident

occurring aboard a starship.

Backup systems and safeguards

are designed to prevent
just such an occurrence.

I can't find any system flaws
in the unit, Captain.

The engineering status
reports were all normal

none of the backups
were activated

and the autosequencers were
all functioning normally.

Any prior malfunctions
on this transporter unit?

No, sir.

In fact, we replaced the
transition coil only last week.

Could there have been

some sort of interference
from the Romulans?

Nothing that I could see.

The shields were down.

There was no power interruption,
no subspace bias.

I want this unit pulled,
its systems checked again

and I want a level-one
diagnostic on all transporters.

Yes, sir.

Her molecular structure

dissipated instantly
once the pattern was lost.

There were some organic
compounds left on the pad

but there wasn't enough
material to do an autopsy.

To die...

on a transporter.

Hardly a fitting end

for one of the Federation's
most honored diplomats.

Bridge to Captain Picard.

Admiral Mendak is hailing.

He wishes to speak with you.

We're still waiting, Captain.

Is there a problem?

There's been an accident.

Ambassador T'Pel has been killed
in a transporter malfunction.

What kind of malfunction?

We are still investigating that.

As soon as...

I should have known
the Federation

wasn't serious
about this conference.

Admiral, I assure you

the Federation
places the highest priority

on this mission and its goal.

Well played, Captain.

Well played.

Starfleet opposes
normalization of relations

with the Romulan Empire

and so you are ordered
to create... an "accident."

You are mistaken.

I am ready and willing

to discuss the establishment
of full diplomatic relations

under the same terms
as Ambassador T'Pel.

A generous offer, since you know

that we were willing
to negotiate only with T'Pel.

I salute you again, Captain.

It was a maneuver
worthy of a Romulan.

I suggest we both
leave the Neutral Zone

before there is another...
"accident."

Set course
for Federation territory.

Warp two.

Engage.

Mr. Data, I want you to take
charge of this investigation.

Study computer logs,
sensor information, everything.

I refuse to believe that this
was a simple malfunction.

Aye, sir.

Captain Picard was the person
who first interested me

in the works
of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

I have subsequently
become a great admirer

of the fictional detective
Sherlock Holmes

and his ability
to solve mysteries

by careful examination
of the available evidence.

I have found
Holmes' methodology

of deductive reasoning
to be quite useful.

One of his adages is

that once you have
eliminated the impossible

whatever remains, however
improbable, must be the truth.

I'm sorry, I don't have time

to give you another lesson
right now, Data.

That is not my purpose.

I would like to examine
the remains of Ambassador T'Pel

Ieft on the transporter pad.

I'm working on the report
right now.

Have you
compared the genetic code

with the Ambassador's last
recorded transporter lD traces?

No, that's not
standard procedure. Why?

I could be chasing an untamed
ornithoid without cause.

A wild goose chase?

All right.

Computer, access the transporter
lD trace for Ambassador T'Pel.

All right.

There's the genetic record
of the Ambassador

when she beamed aboard
the Enterprise.

Now, the breakdown
of the organic material

found on the transporter pad
should be identical.

Mitochondrial structure
fits the general parameters.

No change
in the nucleotide bases.

Hmm, there's
a slight discrepancy

in the base pair sequence.

Chemically, these
are identical, however

the organic sample
from the transporter

is showing numerous
single-bit errors--

Iike replicated material.

Can you postulate

an explanation
for the discrepancy?

I'd say the DNA was either
mutated by the transporter

during the re-materialization
process...

A supposition not supported
by the transporter records.

...or these aren't the remains
of the Ambassador.

The only abnormality
found during my investigation

was a temporary increase in the
matter-to-energy signal ratio.

Due to the circumstances

I decided to investigate
the possibility

that a second transporter signal
had caused the fluctuation.

Although this is
highly improbable

it was the only
remaining theory.

A second transporter signal--
from where?

From the Devoras.

Romulan transporters operate

on a similar subspace frequency
to our own.

With only minor adjustments,
they can be made

to simulate our own
transporter carrier wave.

Are you saying they beamed
the Ambassador off our own pad?

While simultaneously

a small amount
of genetically similar material

was left
in the Ambassador's place.

To make us believe
that she had died

as a result of the malfunction.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Worf,
where is the Devoras now?

The ship is still
in the Neutral Zone.

On course 079 mark 125.
Speed: warp two.

Heading for home.

The safest and most logical
decision in this situation

is to contact Starfleet
and await further instructions.

However,
based on past experience

I project only a 17% chance

Captain Picard will choose
that alternative.

Red Alert.

All hands stand
to battle stations.

Lay in an intercept course
to the Romulan ship.

Shields up.

Load all torpedo bays.
Stand by phasers.

Warp factor eight.

Engage.

Open a channel to the Devoras.

Aye, sir.

No response.

The Devoras is dropping
out of warp, sir.

Their weapon systems
are powering up.

Go to impulse power.

Aye, sir.

Message coming in, sir.

On screen.

Captain, you agreed to leave
the Neutral Zone without...

Admiral Mendak

you have taken
our Ambassador captive.

I can assure you

there is no one being held
captive aboard this ship.

We know about
the transporter "malfunction"

and that you are holding
Ambassador T'Pel.

Captain, Romulan warbird
de-cloaking to starboard.

I suggest you leave...

now.

Admiral, it is my responsibility

to protect the lives
of Federation citizens.

I will not permit
this abduction to succeed.

Captain, you're not going

to start an incident
which might...

Admiral Mendak, I will take
whatever action is necessary

to obtain the return
of the Ambassador.

In the game of poker,
there is a moment

when a player must decide
if an opponent

is being deceptive or actually
holds a winning hand.

This decision is based
not only on the odds

but also on an appraisal
of the man--

is he bluffing,
or does he have the cards?

Fortunately, Captain

I am not ready to start a war...

today.

T'Pel.

Subcommander Selok, actually.

A spy.

A patriot, Captain.

She has performed
her service to the Empire

with distinction.

Thank you for your help,
Captain.

You see now that we are not
holding one of your citizens

and we thank you for returning
our sister to us

but my patience has limits.

The game is over.

I expect you to leave
peacefully... now.

Captain, long-range sensors

detect three Romulan warbirds
entering the sector.

Some days you get the bear

and some days,
the bear gets you.

Reverse course.

Take us back
into Federation territory.

Warp six.

Engage.

Keiko, I need your help.

I have offended you

and need to find a way
to rectify my mistake.

I am not sure what to do.

You haven't offended me.

I should not have interfered.

It would be best if I apologize.

It would be best
if you got dressed.

For the wedding.

Oh.

But...?

Come here.

I have the most
beautiful carnation

for the father of the bride.

Now, don't be nervous.

I am not nervous.

I am confused.

Since the days of the
first wooden sailing ships

all Captains have enjoyed
the happy privilege

of joining together two people

in the bonds of matrimony.

And so

it is my honor to unite you,
Keiko lshikawa

and you, Miles Edward O'Brien,
together in matrimony...

There are still
many human emotions

I do not fully comprehend--
anger, hatred, revenge--

but I am not mystified
by the desire to be loved...

...or the need for friendship.

These are things
I do understand.

Congratulations!

I was looking for Dr. Crusher.

Shh.

The Juarez child?

Mm-hmm... a boy.

At the same time we
were facing destruction

this small miracle
was taking place.

Welcome aboard.

All systems normal, sir.

We are on course
for Adelphous lV.

Engineering is realigning
the main deflector dish

Sick Bay reports
Lieutenant Umbato

broke two ribs
during a holodeck exercise

and sensors continue to gather
long-range information

on the Murasaki quasar.

Very well.

I have the Bridge.

Aye, sir.

If being human
is not simply a matter

of being born flesh and blood

if it is instead a way
of thinking, acting and feeling

then I am hopeful that one day

I will discover
my own humanity.

Begin night watch.

Until then, Commander Maddox,
I will continue

Iearning, changing, growing

and trying to become more
than what I am.