All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s07e17.Masks

That's very good.

Well, that's very nice.

No, it isn't.

I just can't get it right.

You think the wings
are too big?

Oh, no, not at all.

Birds have wings of all sizes,
Eric.

And you shouldn't worry
about making it look perfect.

But Mrs. Narsu said we should
try to make our sculptures

as realistic as possible.

Well, she's right.

It is important that you be able

to make the clay take the shape
you want it to have

but you're not supposed
to be concentrating

on technique today.

I'm here to help you focus

on the feelings you want
to convey with your sculpture.

For instance

what do you think about
when you see a bird?

Flying?

Fine.

So make your sculpture
make me think of flying, too.

How's it going, Data?

I have finished.

The dimensions are accurate
to within 1.3%.

I'm sure they are.

Data, you obviously don't have
a problem with realism

but you're here to work
on your imagination.

Maybe you should try

something a little more...
abstract.

Here...

I want you to start a new piece.

I'd like you to sculpt... music.

Counselor, music is a collection
of acoustic vibrations.

How can I reproduce a sound
with clay?

Well, think of the effects
that sounds have on people.

The images that music
brings to your mind.

And then, give it a form.

It's a start.

Riker to Data,
please report to the Bridge.

Acknowledged, sir.

On my way.

Captain's Log, Stardate 47615.2.

We have encountered
a rogue comet in Sector 1156.

It is not native
to this region of space

and there is no previous record
of this object

on any Federation charts.

Based on its present trajectory

the comet appears
to have originated

in the D'Arsay system.

That's over two sectors away.

That is correct, sir.

This object has been en route
for 87 million years.

That's a long time
alone in the dark.

Mmm. Begin a full sensor
analysis, Mr. Data

and log the findings

with the Federation
Astrophysical Survey.

Aye, sir.

The comet's outer shell

is composed primarily
of gaseous hydrogen and helium

surrounding an icy mantle.

The inner core consists
of heavier elements.

What was that?

There is a distortion
within the comet's inner core.

I believe we experienced
an intense sensor echo.

Can you correct for it?

I am attempting
to do so now, sir.

I have compensated
for the effect.

Sensors are reconfigured
for a low intensity sweep.

We are still picking up
some interference

but the distortion
is manageable.

At these settings, the scan
will be complete in 39 hours.

Worf says he's going to teach us

some Mok'bara
throwing techniques today.

More like falling techniques.

Last time we did that,
I was sore for a week.

What's this?

I have no idea.

I've never seen it before.

Maybe Will left it for you...
a little present.

It's not quite his style.

Then maybe
it's a secret admirer.

Ooh...
that's an interesting thought.

Well, you'll figure
it out later.

Come on, we're going to be late.

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.

That's nice.

Data...

this is amazing.

How did you come up with this?

I followed
your advice, Counselor.

I used my imagination.

That's an understatement.

For some reason,
as I was shaping the clay

the image of the mask

was exceptionally clear
in my mind.

The design seemed to flow
quite naturally.

Data, have you been
in my quarters?

No, Counselor.

Someone left an object
in my room.

Some kind of artifact.

And it has something
very similar to this.

And you don't know
anything about it?

I do not.

Excuse me, Counselor.

Can you help me
with my terminal?

It's not working right.

Perhaps we should investigate
this matter further.

These symbols
don't match anything

in the Federation
linguistics banks.

Some kind of alien information

has been downloaded
into our computer core.

I don't know how it's working

but it's reconfiguring
our systems.

How did it get in?

I was able to trace its path
from the replicators

to the sensor array.

The sensors?

They've been scanning that comet
for the past 18 hours.

Those energy readings
from the comet's core...

that sensor echo...

we still don't know
what's inside that thing.

Maybe it's about time
we find out.

Could we use the phasers

to melt down
the shell of the comet?

Yes, a dispersed wide-field beam
might do the trick.

And it wouldn't take long

to come up
with the firing parameters.

What do you think, Data?

Data...

what's wrong?

I believe I recognize
these symbols.

How?

I do not know.

You think maybe your systems
have been affected?

It is a possibility.

I do not believe my systems
are currently impaired

but I will run a full diagnostic
to make certain.

What do you think they mean?

Boundary.

Border.

Road.

Companion.

Message.

Messenger.

What's that one?

Death.

Captain, phasers are
set for wide dispersal.

Ten percent maximum power.

The beam will
automatically terminate

once the comet's core
is reached.

Very well, Mr. Worf.

Fire.

Phasers have terminated.

Mr. Data,
what are we looking at?

Is it a ship?

I do not know, sir.

The object is nearly solid.

It is composed primarily

of fortanium and several
unknown materials.

It is over 87 million years old.

That's older
than the comet itself.

Could someone from the D'Arsay
system have built it?

There are no technologically
advanced cultures

in that system now,
but perhaps...

87 million years ago,
there were.

Why would they want to hide

something like that
inside a comet?

Possibly... it accumulated
those frozen gasses

over time, as it
traveled through space.

In any case

it's definitely responsible
for the system anomalies

we've been experiencing.

They're using our sensor beam
as a carrier wave

to transmit information into
our computers and replicators.

But the question remains, why?

What is its purpose?

Captain, I believe this object
is an informational archive.

Why do you say that, Mr. Data?

I do not know.

However, I seem to have

an intuitive understanding
of its function.

Data, the internal structure
of that thing is pretty complex.

And it's got a repetitive node
configuration

which might suggest
a database of some kind

but it could be
practically anything.

I don't see how you can know
for sure what it is.

Data, do you believe

that you're in communication
with that object?

It is a possibility, sir.

I recommend we run
a level-1 diagnostic

of my positronic net to
determine if that is the case.

Very well.

- Mr. La Forge, give him a hand.
- Aye sir.

You think it's just trying
to make contact with us?

Yes, it's possible,
but if that is an archive

from some ancient civilization,
we should allow it to do so.

But we must be careful.

Mr. Worf, will you keep
an eye on the sensors?

If the ship is in any danger

I want you to sever
the connection immediately.

Aye, sir.

Come.

Captain?

Yes, come in, Number One.

We've confined
the system corruption.

It won't be spreading
any further.

But we still have alien symbols
floating around in our computer.

This is quite a collection
you've assembled.

I've seen these things
all over the ship.

They all look the same...
primitive and nonfunctional.

Ah, ceremonial.

And deceptively primitive.

Only an advanced
technological society

could have built
that object out there.

These artifacts played
a ritualistic role

in that society, I think.

Do you think
Data could be right?

Could we have stumbled across
some sort of alien library?

Oh, yes, it's possible

and if so, it's a find of the
most enormous significance.

That library seems designed
to do so much more

than simply store information.

Who knows what we might not
learn from this?

I keep seeing this design.

Yes, this symbol seems to be
of particular significance.

What do you think it means?

Well, the concept of the four
cardinal compass directions

are quite common in many
different cultures.

The words that Data recognized
in the computer...

boundary, border, road...

they were all arranged
in this design.

Well, perhaps the artifacts

that all have
this compass symbol

belong to the same theme...
movement

finding a direction,
traveling a path

crossing a boundary.

And death?

One of the symbols was death.

Well, the ultimate boundary.

I've seen this symbol
everywhere, too

but much less
prominently displayed.

It's always in the background...
much smaller than the others.

What do you think
it represents?

I have no idea.

Lower synaptic functions
are completely normal.

Autonomous systems
all check out.

I suggest we examine
my memory subsystem next.

All right.

Data, what's wrong?

I am not certain.

I am experiencing a...

curious sensation.

Well... what is it?

An impulse.

Impulse?
What kind of impulse?

I... do not know.

I'm going to check out
your higher functions.

Geordi.

What... does it feel like

when a person
is losing his mind?

Data, come on,
you're scaring me.

Now, what's going on?

I do not know.

I... am different.

Well, you're going
to be all right.

You're with me, okay?

Okay.

Listen, I'm going
to disconnect you.

What's going on?

Data...

Masaka is waking.

Captain...

Captain!

I've been waiting for you.

You should feel honored.

I don't usually wait
for anyone.

What is it you want?

Masaka is waking.

Are you Masaka?

I am not Masaka!

I am lhat.

What have you done
to Commander Data?

Commander Data?

You mean the one who was here.

Yes.

He's gone.

Who can say where?

Picard to Counselor Troi.

Report to Main Engineering
immediately.

Picard to Counselor Troi.

Report to Main Engineering
immediately.

Lhat, this place you come from

is it a cultural archive
of your species?

I come from Masaka's city.

Are there others like you there?

There are no others like me.

Who is Masaka?

You will find out.

I would like to know Masaka,
speak with her.

Do you understand pain?

Death?

That is all you need to know
of Masaka.

It is what she is.

Go.

Leave this place
before she finds you.

It can be done.

I did it.

Masaka.

I am yours.

Every part of me

is yours.

We should confine him
to quarters.

This is a micrograph

of what's happened
to Data's positronic net.

Now, as near as I can tell,
these are behavioral nodes.

I've counted 14 so far.

I think the archive
is using Data

to create different people
within its culture

much in the same way
it used our replicators

to create artifacts.

As a result,
Data's real personality

has been completely buried.

In a sense, Data has
the android equivalent

of multiple personalities.

The archive hasn't stopped yet.

Data's positronic net
is still being transformed.

There's no telling how many more
personalities might emerge.

Geordi, I want you to continue
to scan the archive

and see if you can find
some way to access it

and in the meantime

I'll see what I can learn
from these...

people inside Data.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Only Masaka can hurt me.

I am for her... alone.

I need to speak with lhat.

Do you understand?

Lhat.

Captain.

That was a cruel joke
you played on me.

For a moment... a brief moment...

I actually thought
that woman was Masaka.

Whoever took your place
wasn't afraid of Masaka.

He seemed eager for his fate.

Pitiful, isn't it?

You won't catch me
humiliating myself

for a woman,
even if she were a queen.

Then Masaka is your queen.

She's a lazy creature.

She spends most
of her time sleeping.

Problem is what she does
when she's awake.

Then we should try
to keep her asleep?

Try to stop the sun
from climbing the sky, hmm?

Uh-uh.

Only Korgano can do that

and he's not here.

Where is he?

Help me.

Please.

What's wrong?

I'm afraid.

Of what?

Her.

Masaka?

Her!

Picard to Bridge.

Report.

The archive just activated
some sort of tractor beam, sir.

We're not able to disengage it.

Has there been
any damage to the ship?

There was an emergency
reported in Ten-Forward.

Mr. Worf's on his way.

Captain, there's some kind
of energy pulse

coming through the tractor beam.

It's overriding
our control systems.

I'll be right there.

Don't leave me.

I won't leave.

Please

let go of me.

Does it hurt?

Yes.

She's going to hurt us all.

Now you've done it, Captain.

Masaka is awake.

Who's this?

I'd say that that is Masaka.

He had referred to her
as "queen"

and it's not unusual
in ceremonial cultures

to find royalty
symbolized by a sun.

You said the personalities
inside Data

were in awe of her,
even terrified?

Well, according to Data

the sun image
is also a symbol for death.

See, there it is again...
the same u-shaped symbol

small and insignificant

almost as if
it's an afterthought.

Captain, this is incredible.

These artifacts weren't beamed
here from the archives.

The matter here in Ten-Forward
has been transformed.

Into living plants?

How is that possible?

I'm not sure, but bit by bit,
this ship is being transformed.

We have been receiving reports
from the rest of the ship.

Part of deck 12
is now an aqueduct.

What are we being
transformed into?

I'm not sure I want to find out.

I don't think
we have any choice.

We must destroy
that archive, Mr. Worf.

Sir, our weapons control
systems are inoperative.

However, we could reconfigure

a photon torpedo
for manual launch.

Make it so.

There's so much more here
that we could have learned.

I really regret losing
that opportunity.

Okay, I've locked
in the targeting parameters.

What's the phase alignment now?

Less than.7%.

Good, that'll do it.

I'm setting the yield
at maximum.

Sir, the onboard power systems
are not functioning.

Let's see what's going on here.

Whoa!

Something tells me
we'd better get out of here.

Engineering to Bridge.

Emergency transport.
Two to beam out.

Maybe we'd better talk out here.

The observation lounge
has turned into a swamp.

So... what's our status?

Well, so far the archive

has transformed
about 20% of the ship.

We've lost main propulsion

and the weapons systems
in the process.

What about communication?
Sensors? Life-support?

We have communications
and limited sensor control.

Life-support
seems to be unaffected.

I've analyzed
the alien plant forms.

They've developed
from biological matter

we have on the ship.

The stone, the artifacts

are made
in much the same way...

extrapolating from
the ship's own alloys.

Apparently, the archive
can reorder and transform

molecular structure...
including DNA...

into anything it wants.

So it's using our ship,
our alloys, our DNA

to create elements
of its own culture.

But why is this happening?

What does the archive
hope to accomplish?

Well, whatever the intent
that lies behind its process

I'm not going to permit
this ship

to be turned into an alien city.

Mr. La Forge,
do you have any ideas?

Well, we still haven't been able
to cut off that beam

but I have managed to access

the archive by sending
an energy pulse

back along their signal path.

If I could locate
the transformation program

I might be able to control it.

That's a good idea

but I feel that the answer
lies there...

with Masaka.

We must find her...

access her.

Talk to her.

Hello.

Difficult... to stay warm.

It's not warm enough...

not for an old man.

Tell me about Masaka.

My... daughter.

Tell me how can I talk to her.

Children... grow...

forget

their parents...

No...

Only Korgano can talk

to Masaka.

Korgano.

Who is that?

Well, aren't we
the persistent one?

Lhat?

Is anyone else so charming?

Masaka is taking over my ship.

I told you she would.

I want to talk with her

but I understand that Korgano
is the only one who can do that.

Who told you that?

An old man.

Masaka's father.

Oh, yes. Yes.

Legend has it she chopped him up

and used his bones
to make the world.

Any wonder he doesn't like
to talk about her?

How can I find Korgano?

I don't know.

He's not chasing her anymore.

Where has he gone?

Stop asking me these questions.

I was fast enough
to get away from her once.

I don't want her
to find me again.

I'll wind up
on her sacrificial slab.

Lhat, if she's looking
for a sacrifice

she can take me.

Perhaps then she'll stop
looking for you.

Well, there's an idea.

Better you than me.

Very well.

What do we do?

You must build Masaka's temple.

The Queen's temple.

That will get her attention.

Very well.
How do I do that?

You need the sign.

I could give it to you.

So could the old man.

But just try getting it
out of him.

Give me the sign.

If she finds out...

you can't imagine her rage.

She lets people...
die of thirst.

A terrible death.

Sometimes, she burns them alive.

She is glorious.

Lhat, the sign.

Give it to me.

If she comes,
you will take my place?

Yes.

All right.

Quickly, give me your hand.

A line, as the unending horizon.

A curve as...

She has found me.

Masaka, show yourself.

I will go with you.

It seems...
I was not fast enough.

So hard... to stay warm.

Are you one of my children?

I can't remember anymore.

I need your help.

I need the sign for the temple.

For Masaka's temple.

It won't help you.

Korgano no longer pursues her.

Only he can stop her.

A line

as the unending horizon.

A curve as...

A line, as the unending horizon.

A curve...

As... the rolling hillside.

A point...

as a distant bird.

A ray...

as the rising sun.

Thank you.

Now... come sit with me.

Tend the fire.

I'm alone.

No one left to help me.

She's coming.

Are all the others dead?

Did Masaka kill them?

No.

She sent them away.

It will take them days to die.

Any progress, Mr. La Forge?

I think I've found the archive's
transformation program.

Will it accept the symbol
for Masaka's temple?

I think so.

I've isolated the program's
input pathways...

their key to accept symbols.

If I input this one

it should initiate
the transformation program.

And create the temple?

Well, I hope so.

If this is the wrong symbol

it might turn the Enterprise
into a big chunk of rock.

No way to know for sure.

The question is,
can we trust a personality

from an alien archive
that seems bent

on taking us over?

Lhat risked his life
to show me that symbol.

And Masaka killed him
for doing it.

I think we have to risk it.

Captain, the entire deck
has been cleared of personnel.

We may proceed.

Commander Riker, we're ready.

Understood.

Initiate transformation.

Inputting the symbol now.

It would seem that this
is Masaka's temple.

There is no one else here.

Lhat said that
if we created the temple

then it would get
her attention.

It may be some time
before she shows herself.

How will she do that?

I don't know.

Captain?

Take a look at this.

This is the first time

I've seen these
two symbols paired.

That could be significant.

Look, there it is again.

And again.

And there, again.

This is obviously
an important pairing.

He isn't chasing her anymore.

Sir?

Lhat said that someone
called Korgano

isn't chasing Masaka anymore.

And the old man said,
"he pursues her no longer."

In a sense,
the small symbol might be seen

to be chasing Masaka.

The symbol suggests antlers
of some kind, uh, horns.

Maybe it is meant
to represent an animal?

Animals are worshipped
in many cultures.

That smaller symbol
could represent Korgano.

Lhat and the old man
said that Korgano

was the only one
who could control Masaka.

Many ritualistic cultures

incorporate the idea of balance
into their belief systems.

Now, Masaka is a... queen,
a powerful godlike figure.

It's not unrealistic

to believe that she
might have a counterpart

a consort.

Look around.

See if you can see

that horn-like symbol
anywhere else.

This is the most prominent
instance of the horn symbol

we've seen yet.

But now it appears as though
Masaka's sun is chasing it.

The sun chasing an animal?

Maybe it's simpler than that.

Maybe their relationship
is more like...

the sun and the moon.

I see.

Masaka and Korgano
switching positions.

The sun setting,
and the moon rising.

Exactly.
Like two powerful rulers

changing places
in a continual cycle.

And like the sun and the moon

only one of them can be
in ascendance

at any given time.

If we can find Korgano
in the archive and bring him out

then perhaps he could force
Masaka to leave.

But would we be
better off with him?

Hmm. Lhat and the others

didn't seem to be
frightened of Korgano.

Sir?

Masaka.

Masaka, I'm Captain
Jean-Luc Picard

of the Federation Starship...

Go away!

Please hear us.

Your archive is destroying...

I do not hear you!

She will not even listen to us.

Then we will have
to find someone

to whom she will listen.

I found it, Captain.

This is the only place
in the archive

where Korgano's moon symbol

appears by itself,
not linked with Masaka's.

All right, Mr. La Forge

I want you to access
the transformation program

and, when you're ready,
input the symbol.

Isn't that a little risky?

We have no idea
what the result would be.

The symbol might
generate anything

from Korgano's temple
to Korgano himself.

In one sense,
Korgano is Masaka's nemesis.

And whatever
this symbol represents

it could be, for us,
a means to control her.

Now, if anyone has a better idea

I'm very happy to entertain it.

I've accessed the program,
Captain.

Initiate the transformation.

Another mask.

You know, we could be going
about this all the wrong way.

This is
a very ritualistic culture

one based on symbol and myth.

Perhaps we should
try to confront them

on those terms.

If I could somehow incorporate
myself in their ritual

then perhaps Masaka
would listen to me.

You're going to try
to pose as Korgano?

Captain, we know so little
about this culture

and even less about Korgano.

How would you convince Masaka
that you're him?

Well, I'm really not certain

but there are similarities
between this culture

and others that I've studied.

I would imagine
I'm just going to improvise.

Mr. Worf, what's our status?

I estimate we have less
than two hours

before there is
nothing left of the ship

at least nothing
we can recognize.

Masaka?

Korgano.

Are you surprised to see me?

I thought I had escaped you.

You should know
that is impossible.

You are a fine hunter,
but I am a powerful prey.

You will never catch me.

Do you want to be
the prey forever?

I thought I was alone.

I thought I would not have
to share the sky with you.

But without me,
you are not complete.

I know you so well.

You live for the chase, as do I.

Will you not miss
being the hunter?

Pursuing me?

Forcing me from the sky,
so that you can rise again?

You know me well, Korgano.

I think...

that you are beginning to tire.

It is difficult

brightening the sky forever.

Hmm.

I am getting sleepy.

You always do that to me.

So that you can wake
with the dawn.

And begin the hunt again.

Let the hunt begin again.

I am eager for that.

As am I.

Riker to Picard.

I don't know what you did, sir

but it looks like
everything's back to normal.

Acknowledged.

Mr. Data, you all right?

I believe so, sir.

I am not entirely certain
what has happened.

Have I been dreaming again?

I'm afraid that will take
some time to explain.

Captain's Log, Stardate 47618.4.

Commander La Forge has managed
to disable

the alien
transformation program.

Starfleet has dispatched
an archeological team

to study the archive further.

But I don't understand.

I thought
all of the alien artifacts

had disappeared
from the Enterprise.

That one was not created
by the archive, sir.

That is the clay mask
I originally made.

I have since painted it.

A memento?

Yes, sir.

Although I am...

relieved to be rid
of those alien personalities

in a sense, I am now... empty.

Hmm. I can imagine.

Dr. Crusher told me

that there were
possibly dozens of personalities

inside you.

I suspect the number
was much greater.

My impression is
that there were thousands

of all ages and walks of life.

It was a remarkable experience.

Well, Data, you never
may become fully human

but you've had an experience

that transcends
the human condition.

You've been
an entire civilization.