All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s07e19.Genesis

So, why were you rolling around
in Cyprion cactus?

You know Rebecca Smith?

The new Tactical officer?

We took a walk in the arboretum.

We sat down,
we got comfortable.

Things got a little romantic,
and then I rolled over.

Ow!

Blurred vision and dizziness

uh, palpitations...

a stinging sensation
in the lower spine.

It's Terellian Death Syndrome,
isn't it?

I thought we agreed
you'd come to me

before checking
Starfleet Medical Database.

Yes, well, this time,
I'm glad I did.

Because maybe we can stop
the cellular decay

before it's too late.

Reg, you don't have
Terellian Death Syndrome.

Are you... you're sure?

I'm sure.

Then maybe it is
Symbalene Blood Burn.

No. No.

I don't see anything
wrong with you at all.

Wait a minute.

There is a slight imbalance
in your K-3 cell count.

My K-3s? Oh, no.

Barclay, I'm sure it's nothing.

Look, I'll run
a microcellular scan.

We'll see.

This will take
a couple of minutes.

Nurse Baldwin, I need
that hemotoxin series

on Ensign Brooks right away.

How's my
smallest patient doing?

I believe she is doing well.

Her appetite has increased
by seven percent

and she is beginning to engage
in prenatal behavior.

Oh, she is getting close.

You'll have a fresh litter
of hungry kittens

before the week is over.

Let me just run an amniotic scan

to make sure
everything's fine...

Doctor?

And then I'II...

Doctor, my capillaries
are shrinking.

Excuse me.

Alyssa, can you take care
of Spot for a minute?

Start a preliminary
amniotic scan.

Yes, Doctor.

My intravascular pressure...

it's going through the roof.

You're right.
It is elevated.

You've also got heightened
electrophoretic activity.

Electrophoretic activity.

Is it serious?

Well, based on this,
I'd say you've got...

70, maybe 80 years.

80...

80 years?

Yes, Reg.

What you've got is a mild case
of Urodelean flu.

Now, it's nothing serious.

Most humans have
a natural immunity to it.

But the T cell in your DNA

that would normally fight off
the infection is dormant.

Hmm.

So, you mean, I have bad genes.

You have one dormant gene
out of 100,000

and I can activate that gene
with a synthetic T cell

to let the body
fight the infection naturally.

You should feel better
in a couple of days.

Thank you, Doctor.

I feel much-much better.

Good!

Now, stay away
from Medical Database.

And you stay out
of the arboretum.

Everything looks fine, Data.

You want to know
the sex of the kittens?

I have noticed that many humans
prefer not to know

in order to experience
the surprise during birth.

I believe I will preserve
the mystery until then.

I know what you mean.

I don't want to know either.

Alyssa?

Spot's not the only one
who's going to be a mother.

Oh, Alyssa, that's wonderful!

How did Andrew take the news?

He was a little shocked,
but he's getting over it.

I have spent the past nine weeks
as an expectant parent.

I would be happy to share
my insights with your husband.

If my experience
is any indication

he will need all the help
he can get.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the Starship Enterprise.

Its continuing mission...

to explore strange new worlds

to seek out new life
and new civilizations

to boldly go
where no one has gone before.

Captain's Log, Stardate 47653.2.

We are performing field tests

of our new tactical systems
and weapon upgrades.

Mr. Worf is supervising
the exercises.

The next test will involve
the new photon torpedoes.

The explosive yield
has been increased

by 11%, and I

have enhanced
the targeting system

for increased accuracy.

Sounds fascinating, Mr. Worf.

Please proceed.

Setting targeting coordinates...

005 mark 317, spread
pattern delta 94.

Torpedoes armed and loaded, sir.

Fire when ready.

Worf?

One of the torpedoes
has veered off course.

It appears to be a malfunction
in the guidance system.

Abort and destroy.

The torpedo is not responding.

Subspace detonator
will not engage.

Lock on phasers.

The torpedo is out of range.

Even for your newly
improved phasers?

Maintain a sensor lock
on the torpedo, Mr. Worf.

We'll have to go after it.

That would be inadvisable, sir.

The asteroid field
is unusually dense.

The Enterprise is too large
to safely navigate through it.

Then I'll take a shuttlecraft
and retrieve it.

Mr. Data, you're with me.

Captain, the shuttle pilot

who's on duty
is Lieutenant Hayes.

I happen to be a reasonably
qualified pilot, Number One.

Besides, these tests
hardly require

the Captain's
personal attention.

Understood.

Enjoy yourself.

Mr. Worf...

I think that you should
consider analyzing

your new guidance system.

Captain, I will need
a few minutes

to attend
to a personal matter.

Me?

It is possible
that it will take

several days
for Captain Picard and me

to complete our mission.

I would prefer to have
a human present

to supervise
the birthing process.

Well, I'd be honored.

Yes... ooh.

I have noticed

that you are the only
other member of the crew

whom Spot seems to like.

Really?
That's hard to believe.

You're such
a sweet little kitty.

She is to you.

However...

there have been several injuries
to other members of the crew

who have attempted
to care for Spot.

So, has she, um...

picked a place?

A place?

Cats usually like to pick

a specific location
to give birth

and it's usually
dark and secluded.

And I believe...

that this is...

it.

I'm curious, sir.

Who's the father?

I am not certain.

Spot has escaped
from my quarters

on several occasions

and there are
12 male felines on board.

I intend to run a full
DNA analysis on the kittens

once they...

Picard to Data.
Report to Shuttle Bay Two.

On my way, sir.

Good-bye, Spot.

I believe you are in good hands.

You have nothing
to worry about, sir.

Oh!

Problem?

I have performed 13 diagnostics
on the weapons array

and I can find nothing wrong
with the guidance system.

I'll have Geordi
run a diagnostic

on the torpedo bay itself.

Maybe he can find something.

Must you stand so close to me?

Lieutenant, are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

No, you're not.

You've been working
for six hours straight.

You're tired.
Take a break.

But I...

That's an order, Lieutenant.

Thanks for waiting.

Do not approach me unannounced

especially when I'm eating!

We were supposed to be having
lunch together, remember?

I was hungry!

Well, I'm hungry, too.

Excuse me.

Yes?

Could I have an order
of Ongilin caviar?

Make that a double order.

Certainly.

Caviar?

For lunch?

I'm in the mood
for something salty.

Besides, it's no stranger
than what you're eating.

Have you noticed how dry
the air is on this ship?

I wonder if the environmental
controls are set properly.

You're excused.

Here you go.

Mmm.

Is something wrong?

It has been a difficult day.

The torpedo
guidance system failed.

It was my fault.

You always say that.

It was my fault!

I designed that guidance system!

Worf, calm down.

I think you're under more stress
than you'd like to admit.

Maybe you should
get some rest.

Perhaps you are right.

If you will excuse me!

I didn't mean right now.

We removed the torpedo bay's
primary guidance module

and we found a power
fluctuation

in the forward sensor cluster.

Now, we think it may be
a radial imbalance

in the phase discriminator.

Now, what we want to do next

is run a level-4 diagnostic

but we're going
to have to shut down

auxiliary power to 19 decks...

Wait a minute.
Slow down.

You lost me back there.

Which sensor clusters?

The forward.
It's...

It's a power fluctuation
in the converter nodes.

It's a minor adjustment.
It's minor.

It's all right here
on this diagram, Commander.

Hmm... I'll look
this over later.

Go ahead... you run
your diagnostic.

I'll inform
the other departments

about the, uh... power systems.

I'll check that.

He's full of energy today.

I can't get him to slow down.

He's been working like
that since last night.

It looks like a plasma conduit
cut out in junction 17.

I'll go look at it.

Wait a minute, Reg,
I'll go with you.

Keep you posted.

Computer,
increase ambient temperature

by two degrees centigrade

and increase relative humidity
by ten percent.

Computer, reset environmental
controls to standard.

Worf, it's freezing in here.

You have already raised
the temperature three times.

It is too hot.

Live with it.

Computer,
execute my original command.

I need a bath.

You have the Bridge.

Here we are.

Looks like a ruptured conduit.

No problem.

I'll just bypass it.

Reg, wait a second here.

Take a look at these
corroded edges here.

It looks like something
has dissolved the bulkhead

and eaten right through
the conduit.

There are high levels
of cholic acid here...

enzymatic agents.

You know, I wouldn't
be surprised

if that solvent was organic.

Maybe we should run

a biospectral analysis
on the solvent.

Take a closer look.

That's a very good idea.

But first...

we should take a break.

You go ahead, sir.

I'll take care of it.

Commander, we received
a communication from Starfleet.

They wanted to know

when they could expect
your performance analysis

of the new weapon systems.

The weapon systems?

Yes, sir.

The ones we've been testing
for the past few days?

That's right.

What should I tell them... sir?

Tell them...

tell them
we haven't finished yet.

What are you doing here?

I had to be near you.

Computer, increase temperature
by five degrees.

Get out of that water now!

Leave me alone!

Could I have a glass of water?

It's so cold in here.

Your temperature has dropped
almost eight degrees.

I want to run a hypothalamic
series right away.

Doctor, we've had
three other crew members

complaining
about the temperature levels.

Some feel like they have fevers.

Others... they're freezing
like Counselor Troi.

Call Dr. Selar and Dr. Hacopian.

It looks like we've
got some sort

of viral infection
going on around here.

I want to check
on Lieutenant Worf.

Worf, have you had any
unusual symptoms lately?

Headaches? Nausea?

Dizziness?

Worf?

Worf, do you hear me?

I'm going to run a full bioscan.

I want you to lie down.

Okay, we can do this sitting up.

What is this?

Worf, how long have you
had this on your neck?

It looks like it's full
of some bioacidic compound...

almost like a venom sac.

Worf...

open your mouth.

Oh! Oh!

Get a hypospray.

Right away.

I managed to get her into stasis
before the venom paralyzed her.

She's going to need
reconstructive surgery

but I-I think
she'll be all right.

Sir, we've analyzed the venom

and compared it
to the acidic compound

found at junction 17
and on decks ten and 12.

They all have the same
enzymatic composition.

You're saying that Worf
is spraying this...?

Venom.

This venom all over the ship?

I'd say so.

60 crewmen have begun exhibiting
strange behavioral changes...

memory loss, fatigue,
headaches...

I think one thing is clear.

There's some sort of disease
aboard the Enterprise...

and it's spreading.

I'm having trouble
concentrating myself.

It's like
my mind keeps wandering.

I...

can't...

Commander, I've got
seven security teams

out hunting for Worf,
but for some reason

the sensors are having
a difficult time

Iocking on to him.

I've called for a
level-2 security alert.

Do you think we should
go to a level-1?

I don't know.
What do you think?

I think we should.

Okay, sounds good.

Then you'll take care
of that... security thing?

Yes, sir, I will.

Okay. I'll notify Starfleet.

I'll let them know
what's happening.

You have your orders.

Dismissed.

Computer,
send a subspace message.

Starfleet Command.
Security channel.

Authorization...

Alpha-four-seven authorization
required

to activate security channel.

Computer...

Awaiting authorization.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

Commander Data and I have
recovered the stray torpedo

after a three-day search.

We are en route back
to the Enterprise.

Captain, the ship is not
at the prearranged coordinates.

Have they been delayed?

I do not know.

I am unable to raise them
on any communication channel.

Scan the vicinity.

See if you can find them.

I found it, sir...
two light-years away.

Set a course.

The Enterprise
appears to be adrift.

I am reading power fluctuations
on all decks.

Life signs?

There are life signs.

However, sensor readings
are highly distorted.

I am unable to identify
specific life-forms.

Adjust the axial stabilizers

to match the attitude
and rotation rate

of the Enterprise.

I'm going to dock
the shuttle manually.

Main power is off-line.

All systems are in standby
or emergency mode.

There is no response
from any manned station.

Any sign of the crew?

I cannot access internal
sensors from here.

We will have to go
to the Bridge.

That sounds like animals.

Yes, sir.

I am able to discern over 300
different vocalizations.

Look at this.

It is composed of reptilian DNA.

I believe it is
an epidermal layer

that has been cast off
during molting.

But it seems to be...

humanoid.

Yes, sir.
I cannot explain it.

There are no species
aboard the Enterprise

that shed their skin
in this fashion.

Sir.

Hmm.

These are Counselor Troi's
quarters.

Can you tell if she's inside?

No, sir.

Data, I want to have
a look in here.

Stand ready.

Whew...

Environmental settings
in these quarters

have been altered.

Data, over here.

Deanna...

What's happened to her?

Her DNA is in a state
of ribocyatic flux.

Her genetic codes
are being re-sequenced

and her cells are mutating
as a result.

At a fundamental level, sir,
she is no longer human.

What is she?

Her respiratory tissue
has become capable

of metabolizing
both water and air

and her eyes have developed
nictitating membranes.

I believe she is amphibian, sir.

She has been injured.

Yes, sir.

There is Klingon DNA
in the wound.

It is saliva.

Are you saying
she's been bitten?

It would appear so.

I will need to run
a full biospectral analysis.

First, we've got to get
the ship under control.

Let's go to the Bridge.

His upper spinal column
has been broken in three places.

It looks as though he's been
attacked by an animal.

Yes, sir.

Has his DNA been changed,
as well?

Yes, sir.

However, it was in its
initial stages when he died.

Captain...

I am picking up 1,011
individual life-forms

within the ship.

All exhibit
a similar genetic flux

to the one we observed
in Counselor Troi.

So, the entire ship
has been affected.

Most of the life-forms

are scattered
throughout the ship.

However, there are several
large concentrations

in the arboretum
and the aquatic lab.

I've regained attitude
control to the ship

but main power
is still off-line.

It looks as though

the entire power transfer grid
has been destroyed.

Will?

Captain.

His cranial plates
have thickened by 20%.

His brain
is much smaller, sir.

I do not believe he can
comprehend our language.

Perhaps we can find
a way to communicate.

Will, can you

understand what it is
that I'm...?

He looks almost protohuman.

Yes, sir.

His DNA would seem
to confirm that observation.

Captain, I believe
the crew is de-evolving.

This tranquilizer
should keep him unconscious

for another seven hours.

What have you found out?

I have analyzed
Commander Riker's DNA structure.

A synthetic T cell has
invaded his genetic codes.

This T cell has begun
to activate his latent introns.

Introns?

They are genetic codes
which are normally dormant.

They are evolutionary
holdovers...

sequences of DNA
which provided

key behavioral and
physical characteristics

millions of years ago,
but are no longer necessary.

For instance, Counselor
Troi's gill slits

and other amphibious
characteristics

were derived from introns

which still contain
amphibious codes.

So, these introns
are causing her DNA

to recombine
in an earlier configuration.

That is correct.

In her case, the DNA has created
an amphibious life-form

which became extinct
over 50 million years ago.

And Commander Riker's introns

are changing him
into what appears

to be
one of the earlier hominids.

Yes, sir.

I would say australopithecine.

Each of these stages
is another link

in the evolutionary chain

which stretches back
to the origins

of all life-forms on Earth.

Because introns can
include genetic material

from many different species

over millions
of years of evolution

it is possible

that a wide variety
of transformations

is occurring among the crew.

What about those crew members
who are not from Earth?

All humanoid life has
a similar genetic pattern.

The virus should work
on nonhuman crew members

in the same way.

They are each de-evolving
into earlier forms of life

on their homeworlds.

I feel I must inform you, sir.

You have also been infected
by the intron virus.

How long
before I begin to change?

According to my calculations,
within the next 12 hours

you will begin to exhibit
the first signs

of your eventual transformation.

And what will that be?

I believe
you will also de-evolve

into an earlier form of primate

possibly similar to a lemur
or pygmy marmoset.

Well...

before I begin swinging
through the ship

Iooking for breakfast

we'd better find some answers.

How do we reverse the process?

I am uncertain.

We will need to run
several micro-cellular scans.

However, the ship's
main computer has been damaged.

Captain, the computer
in my quarters

has an independent processing
and memory storage unit.

It should not
have been affected.

I suggest we start from there.

Agreed.

It would appear
that Spot has had her kittens.

They sound hungry.

Yes.

I am curious as to why
Spot is not caring for them.

It would seem
that the intron virus

is not limited
to humanoid life-forms.

No, sir.

What is it?

These kittens were born
less than 24 hours ago.

It would appear that
Spot's transformation took place

at approximately
the same time.

So, Spot was giving birth
to the kittens

at the same time

that she was changing
into a reptilian life-form.

I believe so.

For some reason,
the intron virus

was not passed on
to the kittens.

I do not know why.

If I remember my biology

there are several
natural immune systems

that come into play
in the mother's womb

to protect the fetus
from viral infections.

That is true.

Placental barriers,
maternal antibodies

and amniotic fluids

all serve
as a filtration system.

Maybe we could have inhibited
the intron virus

by using the natural antibodies
in Spot's amniotic fluid.

It would take further research

but I believe to be effective
on humanoid crew members

humanoid antibodies
would be necessary.

Then we should locate
a pregnant humanoid.

Nurse Ogawa has recently
become pregnant.

Where is she?

I have traced
her combadge signal

to deck 17, section 21 alpha.

The arboretum.

One of the warp plasma vents
has failed.

Main Engineering
has been abandoned.

There is no one there
to fix the problem.

I can repair the damaged
plasma vent from here.

I'm going to check the status
of the warp core.

Data!

What was that?

I believe it was
Lieutenant Barclay.

He appeared
to be partially transformed

into an arachnid.

A spider?

Yes, sir.

Are you all right, Captain?

I have these
intense feelings of...

fear...

and panic.

I feel as if I were
being watched.

I can't...

I can't explain it.

You may be experiencing

the initial stages
of your transformation.

Early primates were often prey
to large carnivores.

As a result, their instincts
probably included

a heightened sense
of awareness.

In that case

my instincts tell me
that we'd better hurry.

Captain...

I have analyzed
Nurse Ogawa's embryo.

It is unaffected by the virus.

I believe I can use
her amniotic fluid

as a template for a retrovirus.

It would neutralize
the synthetic T cell

and reestablish the genetic
patterns of each host.

How soon can you do that?

It will not take long

to isolate the appropriate
genetic material.

I will need to get
the Sick Bay computer back on...

What was that?

It is large.

Approximately 200 kilograms.

It is heavily armored
with an exoskeleton.

Life signs appear
to be Klingon.

Worf.

Set your phaser on heavy stun.

We can't be certain
the stun setting

will have any effect on him.

A higher setting might kill him.

Listen to that.

He sounds very angry...

really... really aggressive.

What do you think he wants?

Do you think
he's responding to some...

some predatory instinct?

Do you think he sees us as prey?

There are crew members
in the corridors

and other sections of the ship.

It would be easier for him

to capture
and consume one of them

than to attempt
to break through a door.

Then what does he want?

Predators use vocalizations
to frighten other predators

and to mark territory...

and to commence mating process.

A mating process...

Counselor Troi
was bitten by a Klingon

but not in a place
that might be life-threatening.

Nowhere near a major artery
or organ.

Data, look at this.

Look at this injury.

This wound was never intended

to give her
any kind of serious harm.

Captain,
what are you suggesting?

Is it possible that Worf could
see Counselor Troi as his mate?

If that is true, he must
be trying to reach her now.

Well, we can't just leave.

We have to stay here
and protect her.

And we have to keep on working
on the retrovirus.

If we could distract him.

If we could lure him away
from her...

The mating instinct
is quite strong

in Klingon biology.

I am not certain
what would be an effective lure.

Klingons have got
a very powerful sense of smell.

If we could duplicate
Deanna's pheromones

and then convince him
that she's no longer in Sick Bay

that she'd gone into some
other part of the ship...

I am extracting a blood sample
from one of her sebaceous glands

where the pheromones
are produced.

I believe I can activate
the pheromones

with a bioactivant solution.

Can you amplify the pheromones?

They need to be
much more powerful

than Deanna's actual scent.

I believe this will produce
the desired effect.

I will use it to draw Worf
to another part of the ship.

No, no, no. You must go on
working on the retrovirus.

I'll go.

Captain, that is
extremely unwise.

Worf may be faster...

No time...
no time to argue.

Deck 17.

Deck 17!

Computer, display progress
of genetic re-sequencing.

Genetic re-sequencing
in progress.

DNA to 70% normal.

Computer, increase nucleotide
substitution by 32%.

Data to Captain Picard.

Go ahead, Data.

The retrovirus is working, sir.

I can release it into the ship's
atmosphere in a gaseous state.

However, it will take some time
to take effect.

Acknowledged!

Are you all right, sir?

Yes, I'm fine, Mr. Data.

Proceed.

Well, Mr. Worf...

let's hope that when you wake up
you're a new man.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

Commander Data has succeeded in
returning the crew to normal.

Dr. Crusher has determined

that the synthetic T cell
she used

to cure
Mr. Barclay's Urodelean flu

initiated the intron virus,
which swept through the ship.

So, this is my fault.

No.

In a way, it's mine.

I didn't realize it at the time

but there's an anomaly
in your genetic chemistry

that caused the synthetic
T cell to mutate.

Instead of activating
one dormant gene

it started activating
all of them

including your introns.

A-And that's what...

and that's what caused
me to de-evolve?

You and every other member
of the crew.

The T cell became airborne

and started to spread
like a virus.

You know, Reg, this is
a completely new disease

and it's traditional
to classify a new disease

with the name of the first
diagnosed patient.

Oh, you mean

you want to name
the disease after me?

That's right.

How about "Barclay's
Protomorphosis Syndrome"?

"Barclay's Protomorphosis..."

Um, well...

It has a nice ring to it.

Thank you, Doctor.

He transformed into a spider

and now he has a disease
named after him.

I think I better
clear my calendar

for the next few weeks.