All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s07e10.Inheritance

Captain's Log, Stardate 47410.2.

The Atrean government
has requested assistance

in averting a natural disaster.

Two of their geologists
have come aboard

one of whom is a human who
has been living on Atrea IV.

Captain, the situation
has worsened

since my husband and I
first contacted you.

The molten core of our planet
isn't just cooling...

it's begun to solidify.

Our gravitational field
has been affected.

Seismic activity has increased
by a factor of three.

If the cooling
continues at this rate

Atrea will become uninhabitable
in 13 months.

We could minimize

seismic activity by creating
isobaric fissures and relieving

some of the tectonic stress

but that would just
be a temporary fix.

The only permanent solution
would be to reliquefy the core.

These pockets
in the magma layer...

how close are they

to the molten region
of the core?

A few kilometers. Why?

Data, you think
that's close enough

for ferroplasmic infusion?

The procedure will involve
using the ship's phasers

to drill down
through the planet's surface

into the pockets,
where we would set up

a series of plasma
infusion units.

We'll trigger the units

by firing modulated
energy bursts

down through the shafts.

I see.

Injecting plasma
directly into the core

should trigger a chain reaction

and that will reliquefy
the magma.

It should be possible

to stabilize
the core temperature

at 93% of normal.

If it works

the core would remain
molten for centuries.

If you'll give your permission,
we could begin immediately.

Very well.

But before we proceed

I'd like to update
our geological surveys.

Fine. I'd be very happy to help
you with that, Doctor.

We've assigned you quarters
during our time here.

Please make yourselves
comfortable.

Thank you, Captain.

Data?

Yes, Doctor.

Do you have any idea who I am?

You are Dr. Juliana Tainer.

Oh, you lost
all your early memories.

We thought you would,
but we couldn't be certain.

Have we met before?

Oh, Data, I was there

right at the beginning
on Omicron Theta.

I helped create you.

And now... look at you.

You were a colleague
of Dr. Soong?

I most certainly was...

and I was also his wife.

In a way, I suppose
you could say

I am your mother.

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.

I just can't believe
I'm seeing you like this again

after all these years.

Doctor, I have no memory of you.

Oh, there's a reason for that.

We wiped your processors

after we finished
refining your programming.

Why don't you tell me
what you do remember

and then I'll fill in the gaps.

My memory record begins

when I was activated
by the Starfleet officers

on the Omicron Theta outpost.

Ah, after the attack
of the Crystalline Entity.

Yes. All of the inhabitants
of the colony were killed.

However, I discovered
that my memory banks

contain the contents
of their journals and logs.

We hoped their experiences
would be useful.

After your childhood

we figured you could use
all the help you could get.

"My childhood?"

Oh, well,
that's what I called it.

Well, you were
like a baby, at first...

a 100-kilogram baby, but still.

You had trouble, uh, learning
your motor skills

learning how to process
sensory information

and, of course, Noonien
was never satisfied.

He kept tinkering

trying you to make you
as human as possible.

So you wiped
my memory processors

after this "childhood"?

Mm-hmm.

Then we deactivated you

and programmed you
with the colonists' logs.

We had planned to reactivate you

but we never got the chance.

That's when
the Crystalline Entity attacked.

We had to leave quickly.

We wanted to take you with us

but there was only room for two
in the escape pod.

Doctor, I have scanned
the journals of the colonists.

There is only one Juliana
mentioned in them.

Her last name was O'Donnell.

That's me.

But there was no mention that
my father was married to you.

Because of my mother.

She thought

that Noonien was
an eccentric scientist

who was far too old for me.

We decided to marry secretly

to give her a chance to get
used to our being together.

We slipped away to Mavala IV
and got married there.

A Klingon and a Corvallan trader
were our witnesses.

It wasn't exactly the wedding
I'd hoped for, but...

Somehow, Noonien had a way

of making even the oddest things
seem romantic.

My father did have an unusual
way of looking at things.

How would you know that?

I encountered him once
in the Terlina system.

Why, that's where we went to,
after we left the outpost.

I'd no idea
that you'd even met him.

It was shortly before his death.

He's dead?

Yes.

I had no idea
it would hit me this hard.

We didn't exactly part
on the best of terms.

What do you mean?

Oh, I realized he loved his work

as much as he loved me...

maybe more.

Oh, there we were
stuck out on this planet

in the middle of the jungle

with no one else to talk to...

no... life.

It just wasn't enough.

That's why I left.

But that was all
a very, very long time ago.

The important thing is
that we're here now, together

and I do want to get
to know you.

This has been
an interesting encounter

and an altogether
unexpected one.

I would like

to corroborate your story
before we proceed further.

Excuse me, Doctor.

Data, I'm almost finished
reconfiguring the phaser banks.

We should be able to start
drilling in about an hour.

Inform me when you are ready.

What is it
you're doing over there?

I am attempting to ascertain

whether Dr. Tainer's
story is true.

Don't you believe her?

I neither believe nor doubt.

I am simply trying
to verify her assertions.

Well, what have you
turned up so far?

The registrar's office
on Mavala IV

cannot confirm whether
Dr. Soong was married there.

Apparently, many
of the documents were lost

when the government
was overthrown.

What's that you're looking at?

I am checking
passenger manifests

to see if they went to Mavala IV
during the period in question.

"O'Donnell, Juliana."

"Soong, Noonien."

They were both passengers
on a transport which traveled

from Omicron Theta to Mavala
and returned four days later.

That sure fits with her story.

Still, the fact
that they went to Mavala

does not prove
they were married there.

You know, Data,
it almost seems to me

like you're trying to prove

that Dr. Tainer
wasn't telling the truth.

Not at all.

I am merely unable
to reconcile her story

with the fact that my father
never mentioned her to me.

Well, she did leave him.

Maybe she broke his heart.

Maybe he just didn't
want to talk about her.

Let me ask you this.

Dr. Soong created
an emotion chip for you

and didn't Lore tell you

that that chip also
contained memories...

memories Soong
wanted you to have?

Yes.

It is possible that those
are memories of my childhood

and of Mrs. Soong.

And when you think about it,
why would she want to lie?

Why would anybody want
to pretend to be your mother?

I can think of no motive
for such a pretense.

You know, I can understand

that this might all be a little
disconcerting for you, Data.

It came out of the blue

and it doesn't fit
into your logical processors.

That is true.

But that's life, Data.

Part of being human is learning
how to deal with the unexpected.

To risk new experiences

even when they don't fit
into your preconceptions.

I admit
I am finding it difficult

to accept the possibility
of a past

about which I know nothing.

But it is also true I am curious
to learn more about it.

Data?

I would like
to get to know you better...

Mother.

I wanted to make you female

but your father insisted
on a son.

Oh, we argued about it endlessly

right up until we were
ready to assemble you.

How did you decide?

Oh, Noonien walked in
with your head in his hand

and, innocent as you please,
said it was up to me.

Well, he knew perfectly well
what he was doing.

Once again, he had made it
in his own image.

I mean, what could I
possibly say?

Deanna Troi?

Is that who you're going
to visit?

Yes.

Oh, your father
would be so pleased.

Pleased?

Well, he was worried

that the sexuality program

he designed for you
wouldn't work.

You misunderstand.

Counselor Troi is a therapist.

Good night.

We will be in position
over the drilling site

in three minutes, 29 seconds.

These scans indicate
that the magma pockets

where we planned to set up
the infusion units

are somewhat unstable.

Well, I'm going to monitor
the density of the rock layers

and adjust the strength
of the particle beam as we go.

That should minimize
the seismic stress

that we'll generate
while we're drilling.

Data, I reconfigured the phasers

to create
the most highly focused

particle beam possible.

Thank you, Geordi.

I'm just so pleased
you've got good manners.

It wasn't easy to strike
the right balance

with your programming.

Well, at first, you
couldn't have cared less

about the social niceties
like "please" and "thank you."

You were downright rude,
in fact.

Data?

Well, that's hard to picture.

Well, that was nothing

to the problems
we encountered...

Never mind.

I don't want to embarrass you.

I am incapable
of embarrassment.

Please continue.

Well, the one thing
that we couldn't anticipate

was that you didn't seem
to mind about being

uh... naked.

Some of the colonists
objected to having

an anatomically correct
android running around

without any clothes on.

Oh, we asked you to dress

but you didn't feel
it was necessary

because you didn't suffer
from the elements.

We actually had to write
a modesty subroutine

to get you to keep
your clothes on.

Riker to Engineering.

La Forge here.
Go ahead, Commander.

We've established synchronous
orbit over the drilling site.

Phaser modifications
are on line, sir.

My calculations indicate
that the first phaser blast

will be approximately
19 seconds in duration.

Acknowledged.

Someone's checked
his calculations, of course.

No, but I'm sure Mr. Data
knows what he's doing.

Even so, he is a machine.

Someone should check up on him.

I have complete confidence
in Mr. Data's ability

to check up on himself.

Mr. Worf?

Phasers locked on target.

Fire when ready.

We are within two kilometers
of the magma pocket.

Another five seconds
should do it.

We've broken through.

Terminating the beam.

Oh, the pocket seems stable.

I detect no increase

in the stress levels
of the surrounding magma.

Good work, Data.

I don't think we could
have gotten in any cleaner.

We have Data to thank for that.

I couldn't have done it
without him.

His figures were perfect.

The drilling process

has increased the temperature
in the magma pockets

by almost 300 degrees Celsius.

It will be several hours

before it cools enough
for us to enter.

Data, do you have
any plans right now?

I do not.

Maybe we should spend
a little time together.

I'd love to see your quarters.

Thank you.
I will be playing this piece

at a recital tomorrow evening.

That was beautiful.

Hmm. I have been told that my
playing is technically flawless

but no one has ever described it
as beautiful.

It was. Really.

Are you certain
you are not saying this

because you are my mother?

I have noticed
that parents tend to exaggerate

when it comes to their
children's accomplishments.

Oh, I suppose there's a certain
amount of vanity involved

considering that giving you
a creative aspect was my idea.

Oh, your father didn't really
see the point.

He thought that since
you didn't have emotions

there would be no real need
for you to express yourself.

Somehow, I had the feeling
that the opposite would be true.

I do not know for certain

but I believe it is during
my creative endeavors

that I come closest
to experiencing

what it must be like
to be human.

Well, I'm glad I insisted.

As am I.

Data...

I'm very familiar
with that Handel piece.

How would you feel about

my playing the viola part
tomorrow?

I would like that very much.

Well, I'll have to practice.

You don't happen to have
a viola?

I could replicate one for you.

Computer, please
replicate one viola.

Did you paint these?

Yes.

I am attempting to master
all known styles of painting.

Oh!

This one is in the style

of the early French
Impressionists.

Oh, it's very good.

Who's this?

That is Lal, my daughter.

Your daughter?

I created her
using myself as a model.

Where is she now?

The positronic matrix
I designed for her was unstable.

She only lived a short time.

I see.

In a sense,
you were her grandmother.

Would you like to practice now?

Yes. Yes, of course.

The acoustics in Ten-Forward
are most favorable.

Yes. Yes, very nice.

Data, may I ask you something?

Of course.

Do you think
you'll ever try to create

an android again?

Perhaps.

I created Lal
because I wished to procreate.

Despite what happened to her,
I still have that wish.

But how do you know
the same thing won't happen?

Creating a stable positron
matrix is very tricky.

Your father lost
several prototypes before Lore.

I was not aware he created other
androids before my brother.

There were three of them.

They were like children to us.

Losing them was very painful.

When Noonien decided
to try again

I was very much against it.

I didn't think we had the right
to bring a life into the world

with so little chance
of surviving.

But your father was sure

that he'd figured out
what went wrong.

He insisted he could make
a stable matrix, and he did.

But Lore was... cruel...

evil.

Eventually, we had no choice.

We had to dismantle him.

Your father decided to build
yet another android...

one who didn't have emotions.

I couldn't believe...
he would want to try again.

I am that android.

Are you saying you were
against my creation?

Initially I was,
but I was wrong.

I know that now.

I followed
your progress for years.

I'm very proud
of what you've accomplished.

Then, why did you never
attempt to contact me?

Because I felt guilty
about something I'd done.

Perhaps if you told me
what has made you feel this way

it would alleviate the guilt.

I lied...

when I said there
was no room for you

in the escape pod
we took from Omicron.

There was.

I didn't want
to bring you with us.

I was afraid
if we reactivated you

you'd turn out like Lore.

I made Noonien leave you behind.

We are within four kilometers
of the magma pocket.

We're picking up feedback pulses
along the particle beam.

We must have hit a pocket
of magnesite ore.

I'll try to adjust the phaser
harmonics to compensate.

Data, we're going to have

to terminate the beam
if this keeps up.

If we do, we will have
to begin a new shaft

at a suitable location.

There is
no other suitable location.

Just give me a few more seconds.

Doctor, it's going to take
longer than that to match the...

You did it.

It was just luck
I hit the right frequency.

All right, we're less
than two kilometers away

from the target site.

Stand by to terminate the beam.

We've broken through.

Now!

I am detecting no signs
of instability.

Commander, may I suggest
we set up the infusion unit

in the first magma pocket

and give this one
a chance to cool?

Data, Dr. Tainer

we'll meet you
in Transporter Room Two.

Acknowledged.

I have initialized
the plasma induction coils.

I'll need another minute
to align the diverter.

There are signs of stress
in the surrounding magma

but the site
should remain stable

until we finish
the plasma infusion.

Good.
We're almost through here.

Data...

Juliana told me what she
said to you last night.

She's been very upset.

I don't blame you
for being angry with her...

I am incapable of anger.

It's all right, Pran.

I know what I said to you

must have been hard
for you to hear

but I hope you understand
my reasons.

I am not certain I do.

Perhaps you could
clarify them for me.

Well, I'll try.
What do you want to know?

If I had been
your biological offspring

would you have left me
on Omicron Theta?

Oh, Data...

how can I answer that?

Dr. Tainer, I get the impression

you are trying
to spare my feelings.

I assure you
that is not necessary.

I just don't want you
to misunderstand my answer.

No, I wouldn't have
left you behind

if you'd been
my biological child.

Hmm. Is that because you place
more value

on biological life
than artificial life?

Absolutely not.

I cherished every android
your father and I created

as if it were my child.

Even Lore.

Despite the fact
that he turned on us

despite the dreadful
things he did

dismantling him was

was the most difficult thing
I ever had to do.

I was afraid that if you
turned out like him

I would have
to dismantle you, too.

And I couldn't bear to do that.

I'm not trying to justify
leaving you behind.

I'm just sorry I did.

I hope you believe me.

I do.

Thank you for making
it clear to me.

Just wonderful.

Bravo.

Data, why do you want to look
at Dr. Tainer's medical records?

Is something wrong with her?

I was hoping you would be able
to determine that

from her transporter
trace pattern.

Well, probably I could

but ordinarily I don't check

somebody's medical status
without a good reason.

Doctor, I would ask
that you not require me

to be more specific.

I assure you

I have a good reason for asking.

All right, Data.

At first glance,
I see nothing wrong with her

except for a mild case
of hypertension

which is normal
for a woman her age.

I see.

Maybe you should tell me
what her symptoms are.

She has not complained
of any discomfort.

Then why do you want to
see her medical records?

Because I have reason to believe
she is not who she claims to be.

Bridge to Data.

Go ahead, sir.

There's been a cave-in
in one of the magma pockets.

You're needed
in Transporter Room Two.

On my way.

Excuse me, Doctor.

What happened?

We were running a final check
on the infusion units

when a part
of the wall gave way.

It looks like the area
has stabilized

but seismic stress is
building up.

Eventually the pocket
will collapse.

How long, Geordi?

It's tough to tell, Commander.

12 hours at most.

Then we must finish
configuring the unit

and inject the plasma
immediately.

I'd rather not send
anyone back down there.

If you don't do it
now, Commander

it may take months to find
another suitable site.

The core may solidify by then.

She's right.
We have to act now.

All right, but I want you
in and out of there

as quickly as possible.

Acknowledged.

You're hurt.
I'll go.

There will be
more seismic activity.

We must hurry.

The shaft has not been
obstructed by seismic activity.

It should be possible
to trigger the unit from orbit.

The infuser's been damaged.

We're going to have to start

the programming sequence
all over again.

Priming the energy
transfer matrix.

Reinitializing
the particle stream buffer.

Riker to Data.
Are you there?

Go ahead, sir.

We're reading an increase
in seismic stress levels.

Understood, sir.

We will attempt to expedite
our work.

There. Now we just have
to realign the diverter.

Data, are you all right?

Yes, sir.

We will be returning
to the beam-out point shortly.

That's it. Let's go.

Can we transport
without the pattern enhancers?

No. We are too far
below the surface.

How are we going
to get down there?

There are no handholds
in the rock face.

We are going to have to jump.

No. It's too far,
I won't make it.

You will.

Basically,
she's a Soong-type android

except everything about her

is designed to fool you
into thinking she's human.

She has tear ducts,
sweat glands

even veins and capillaries
underneath her skin.

Why does the scanner
read her as human?

Because she has
a feedback processor

designed to send out
a false bio-signal.

It's part of her aging program.

Not only does she age
in appearance like Data

her vital signs change, too.

What I can't figure out
is why she lost consciousness.

As far as I can see,
everything is fine.

She should be awake.

Check her positronic matrix.

There may be a cascade anomaly.

You said you knew
she was an android. How?

The first indication occurred
when we were digging.

I saw her perform
complex calculations

without the assistance
of the computer.

That could have just meant
she was good at math.

That is true.

But it was enough
to get my attention.

Later, I noticed something odd

about the way
she blinked her eyes.

The intervals between blinks

were governed
by the Fourier system...

the same mathematical formula
my father used

to give my blinking pattern
the appearance of randomness.

Only you could have noticed
something like that.

Then there was
the concert in Ten-Forward.

What about it?

We had practiced the piece,
and I noticed

she played it the same way
during the performance...

every pitch, every intonation
was exactly the same.

Only an artificial life-form
could have done that.

Does her husband
know anything about this?

I do not believe so.

He is on the surface monitoring
the plasma infusion.

Probably just as well.

Data, come take a look at this.

It appears to be
an information module.

With a holographic interface.

Whoever you are

you must have found out
about Juliana.

That is correct.

I programmed this hologram

to answer any questions
you might have.

I am Noonien Soong.

I created her.

I am Data.

Data?

I hoped somehow it would be you.

I even created
a response program

to answer your questions.

How are you, boy?

I am fine.

I'm glad you got the chance
to meet your mother.

You refer to Dr. Tainer
as my mother

yet the complexity
of her design indicates

she was created after I was.

You're right.

But...

there was
a real Juliana O'Donnell.

She was my wife.

She helped me create you.

What happened to her?

She was... injured

when the Crystalline Entity
attacked.

We made it as far as Terlina III

but...

she slipped into a coma.

When I realized

nothing could be done for her,
I built an android.

I tried to... perfect
my synaptic scanning technique

so that I could transfer
Juliana's memories

into a positronic matrix.

Didn't know if it would work

but I had to try.

I couldn't stand the thought

of losing the only woman
I ever loved.

A few days after Juliana died,
I activated the android.

She looked up at me...

and smiled.

She recognized me.

It had worked!

Here was a life
not two minutes old

and as far as she was concerned,
I was her husband.

She'd just recovered
from a terrible injury.

It was incredible.

Then you never told her
the truth?

Why?

There was no reason
for her to know.

I wanted her to be happy.

I wanted us to be happy.

And we were...

...for awhile.

What happened?

I made a terrible mistake.

I never really...

let her know
how much I loved her.

So she left me.

The real Juliana
would have left, too

if she had lived.

If she recovers and learns
that she is an android...

She doesn't have to know.

Now, I designed her to shut down

in the event that the truth
was discovered.

When you... when you
put that chip back in

she will wake up
and remember nothing.

All you have to do
is make up some excuse

about what happened to her.

Then you do not believe
she should know the truth?

The truth.

The truth is

in every way that matters

she is Juliana Soong.

I programmed her to terminate
after a long life.

Let her live out her days

and die believing she was human.

Don't rob her of that, son...

please.

It seems that I must
make a decision...

whether to tell Dr. Tainer
that she is an android

or to withhold
that information from her.

I do not know what to do.

Why was Dr. Soong so adamant
that she not be told?

He seemed certain
that if she knew

it would preclude the
possibility of her being happy.

Data, what do you think?

I am not certain.

I understand why my father
felt as he did

but his wishes are not
necessarily paramount.

I am more concerned
with what would be best for her.

Wouldn't she be better off
knowing the truth

dealing with the reality
of her existence?

I don't think so.

She's believed
she's human all her life.

The truth might be
devastating to her.

Data, there might come
some time in the future

when she would find out anyway...
another accident, perhaps.

Maybe it would be easier for her

if she learned
the truth from you.

I can tell you
that if I were in her place

I would rather be told by my son
than by some stranger.

I find I am having
difficulty separating

what would be best for her

from what would be best for me.

What do you mean?

If she knew she were an android

we would have
something to share.

I would no longer
be alone in the universe.

I know how much
that means to you, Data

but at the same time,
by telling her

you're robbing her
of the one thing

you've wanted all your life...

to be human.

It's a difficult choice.

You must do
what you think best, Data.

But whatever decision you make,
we will support it.

Data.

What happened?

The last thing I remember
was jumping off a cliff.

You were knocked unconscious
by the fall.

You broke a bone in your arm

but Dr. Crusher repaired it.

Everything is fine.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

The infusion of plasma
into the core of Atrea IV

has been accomplished.

The core should remain molten
for several hundred years.

When will I see you again?

Perhaps I can visit Atrea
on my next leave.

I would like that very much.

Well, I'd better be going.

There is something
I think you should know.

My father told me...

that he had only one
great love in his life

and that he regretted
never telling her

how much he cared for her.

I am certain he was
referring to you.

That's nice to know.

On Atrea, there is a saying

that a child born
from parents who love each other

will have nothing
but goodness in his heart.

I guess that explains you.

Take care of yourself, son.

Good-bye... Mother.

Energize.