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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.