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Captain's Log, Stardate 50460.3.

We've been investigating
an "inversion nebula"

for several days.

This phenomenon has never been
seen in the Alpha Quadrant

and is proving something
of a mystery to us here.

According to Federation
astro-theorists,

inversion nebulae
are so unstable,

they're supposed to burn out
within a few years, but...

this one appears
to be centuries old.

Maybe the theorists were wrong.

After all,
they never had a chance

to look at the real thing.

Not entirely wrong.

These plasma strands
we're approaching

look ready to ignite.

Tom, back us off
2,000 kilometers.

That'll give us a safety margin.

Aye, Captain.

Harry, set the sensors
for full spectrum scans,

continuous sweep.

If that nebula does flare up,
I don't want to miss a beat.

Mr. Kim, I need your attention
on the sensors.

Sorry, Captain.
Full spectrum scans.

I'm on it.

Astro-theory never predicted
this would be so lovely.

Beauty and mystery--
a tantalizing combination.

No argument here.

Right, Tuvok?

I am fully capable
of appreciating this phenomenon

without the extraneous
sentimentality

humans find so necessary.

Being moved by an emotion
isn't always extraneous.

Sometimes it's the whole point.

Enter.

Mr. Kim.

Can I help you?

um...

That's kal-toh, isn't it?

Vulcan chess?

Kal-toh is to chess

as chess is to tic-tac-toe.

I should have known.
Uh...

What is on your mind, Ensign?

Tuvok, I need your help.

I want to eliminate emotions
like Vulcans do.

Mr. Kim, it is
a lifelong process.

I realize that, and I also know

that Vulcans use
certain techniques.

The t'san s'at--

the intellectual deconstruction
of emotional patterns.

I'm willing to learn.

May I ask why?

I have...

feelings I don't want to have.

That would seem
to be self-evident.

And what is the nature
of those feelings?

I... 'm in love
and I don't want to be.

I see.

And who is the object
of your affections?

Her name is... Marayna.

I am not aware of anyone
on the ship with that name.

She's not a member of the crew.

She's a character
on the holodeck.

You're in love
with a computer subroutine?

That's the problem.

Interesting.

To see through
an emotional complex

is to rob it of its power.

The first step is to identify
the complex

in which you have been caught.

I told you, I'm in love.

There are many different
kinds of love, Ensign.

You must learn to differentiate.

For example, you told me
that you met this individual

only days ago,
yet you feel overwhelmed.

I can't get her out of
my mind, not for a second.

Have you been able to sleep?

No.

Have you eaten?

No.

Does your daily routine
seem somehow empty?

Perhaps even ludicrous?

Yes!

You are experiencing
shon-ha'lock--

the engulfment.

It is the most intense

and psychologically
perilous form of eros.

I believe humans call it
"love at first sight."

But... we're talking
about a holodeck character.

Irrelevant.
The emotional complex

in which you are trapped
is the same

and so is the cure--
logical deconstruction,

followed by a regimen
of meditative suppression

as I shall demonstrate.

Uh, a little further
to the left.

No. That's too much.

Neelix.

Have you seen Marayna?

Oh... perfect!

Welcome, gentlemen.

Just getting things ready

for tonight's
little get-together.

I completely forgot--
the luau.

Polynesian-style.
I've done my research.

Uh, Lieutenant Tuvok,
you neglected to RSVP.

That was not an oversight,
I assure you.

Where is Marayna?

Who?

She's part of this program.

Doesn't ring a bell.

How could you miss her?

She's tall, athletic, blond...

Oh, one of the
entertainment directors.

I believe she's giving
Kes a hydrosail lesson.

Uh, no, no, not there.

There.

Harry. Tuvok.
The lake is perfect today.

Hello, Harry.

Hi, Marayna.

We were just talking about you.

You were?

Marayna said what
an excellent student you were.

She's a great instructor.

Ready to get your ears wet?

Vulcans do not hydrosail.

Oh, why not?

Lieutenant Tuvok
prefers the solitude

of his own quarters
and a game of kal-toh.

I'm sure we can do
better than that.

I'm going back on duty.
Thanks.

You're welcome.

There's a volleyball game
starting down on the sand.

Mr. Kim and I would prefer
some conversation.

Would you care to join us?

All right.

I tried a reverse curl
this morning.

I think I pulled a tendon.

Feel that.

It's like a knot.

I'm sure it is.

Are you two friends?

- Yes.
- No.

We're colleagues.

I respect Mr. Kim for his
intelligence and his integrity

and I assume he holds me
in the same regard.

So, Vulcans don't hydrosail,
and they don't have friends?

We have fellowships
and associations,

but without the emotional
dimension humans experience.

Hmm. You and I are friends,
aren't we?

Um... yeah.

Good.

Chakotay to Tuvok and Kim.

Report to the Bridge.

Acknowledged.
We're on our way.

There's a luau tonight.

You're coming, aren't you--
both of you?

- No.
- Yes.

You've got to stop doing that.

Ensign.

As I predicted, your responses

were as formulaic
as a mathematical equation.

What do you mean?

Consider the expression
on your face

when Neelix did not recall
Marayna-- annoyance.

That's not true.

It is quite true.

At that moment,
Neelix was functioning

in Vulcan terms,
as the soo-lak--

the third party, who by
his very lack of interest

trivializes your own.

I guess it really did bother me.

And the arrival of Kes
with Marayna

then precipitated
in you the k'oh-nar--

the feeling of being
completely exposed.

I was embarrassed.

I was sure Kes would take
one look at my face

and know exactly
what I was feeling.

And when Marayna
placed your hand

on her stressed tendon...

Let's not even talk about that.

Bridge.

It's all so... predictable.

That's just
what I've been trying

to get you to perceive.

To the trained Vulcan intellect,

intense romantic love
is nothing more

than a set
of stereotypical behaviors.

Not having our discipline,

typically, humans are
swept along by the process

until it ends.

How does it end?

Either in conversion

to a more balanced
stable relationship

or in tragic circumstances.

I can't have a balanced,
stable relationship

with a holodeck character.

Marayna's a computer program.

She could never feel for me
what I feel for her.

Exactly.

Logic dictates a single
course of action-- retreat.

To tell you the truth...

I don't even like hydrosailing.

The temperature's
5,000 degrees Kelvin

and rising.

Captain?

We've located a plasma strand

that looks like
it's seconds from igniting.

If there is
some kind of unknown process

that's been
keeping this nebula

from going up like a torch,
we're going to see it in action.

And if there isn't?

I've got my hand
on the controls.

We'll be out of here before it
even touches our shields.

Captain, the temperature
is 9,000 degrees Kelvin.

I'm picking up a subatomic
cascade reaction.

There she goes.

The plasma strand
completely burned itself out.

Without causing
a chain reaction in the nebula.

Harry, what put out the flames?

Sensors show some kind
of dampening effect

between the strands,
but I can't isolate it.

Like a firebreak in space.

If we understood
how this happened,

we might be able
to find a new way

to contain a warp core breach.

Or any plasma reaction.

It's an investigation
worth pursuing.

Tom, it seems safe enough.

Take us in
for short-range sensor scans.

Let's find out all we can
about this phenomenon.

Aye, Captain.

I'll see all of you
at Mr. Neelix's luau.

I'm sure everyone
will be attending.

Lieutenant,
you look absolutely...

Tropical?

More along the lines
of "smashing."

Thanks.

Of course, nothing can quite
measure up with this shirt.

This is an exact re-creation

of a 1962 big daddy-O
surf special--

an American classic.

I'd say you put

just a little bit too
much thought into that.

Now, that's where you're wrong.

Let's go.

I told Vorik we'd pick
him up at 1600 hours.

And you know how Vulcan he gets
when anybody is late.

Vorik? I thought
we were meeting Harry.

Oh, he's not coming.

Why not?

He said he was busy.

With what?

I don't know.

Harry and I will meet
you and Vorik at the luau.

You're pretty confident
about your powers of persuasion.

Yes, I am.

Come in.

Surf's up, Mr. Kim.

Hi, Tom.

Harry, this is a luau.

You look like you're
dressed for a funeral.

What are you doing?

Vulcan meditation.

What for?

To suppress my emotions.

Is something wrong?

Not really.

The... resort woman?

What was her name?

Marayna.

How did you know that?

For two days now,
every time I look for you,

it's always,
"He's in Holodeck 1."

And since you don't
like hydrosailing,

I figured something
was going on.

Am I that predictable?

You sound like Tuvok.

Tuvok? He told you
to do all this?

Logically,
the best course is retreat.

Meditation helps.

Retreat-- a classic case
of Vulcan denial, if you ask me.

Come on, Harry.

We have all fallen
for a holodeck character.

It happens.

You deal with it by staying
with your normal routine

not by hiding out
in your quarters.

I'm not hiding out.

I'm deconstructing
the emotional complex.

Okay.

Have fun.

No, wait.

Computer, standard illumination.

I'm getting tired of this
anyway.

Computer, one Hawaiian shirt.

Specify parameters.

Pineapple motif.

Greetings, Mr. Vulcan.

No, thank you.

I've done a great deal
of ethnographic research

on the Polynesian
cultures of Earth.

The flowered garland, or lei,

is said to represent
the flowering of love.

It's a marvelous tradition,
don't you think?

Marvelous.

Oh... oh, my.

Did I program a centerpiece
that big?

Computer...

open parameter adjustment file.

The life
of a recreational hologram--

dining, dancing,
nonrestrictive clothing...

I see the allure.

Your turn.

Hmm.

Oh, thank you.

Tuvok.

I'm glad to see you here.

I would never disobey
an order, Captain,

no matter how burdensome.

There's a difference
between an order

and a suggestion.

The evening's young, Lieutenant.

Let's mingle.

Vulcans do not...

Curious.

What's that?

If you will excuse me.

A common error
among novice players.

By placing the t'an on
opposite sides of the kal-toh,

you are attempting
to introduce a spatial balance--

a strategy that will
most certainly fail.

Why?

Kal-toh is not
about striving for balance.

It is about finding
the seeds of order,

even in the midst
of profound chaos.

May 1?

Please.

How beautiful.

Kal-toh is not about beauty.

I understand,
but... it's still beautiful.

Did you learn to play on Vulcan?

Yes. From the age of five,
I took lessons from a master.

I thought you might enjoy
having an opponent.

Playing alone must get
a little predictable sometimes.

You are perceptive.

Yes, I am.

Extremely so.

Aloha, miss.

Thank you.

Sir?

No, thank you.

You're the only one here
not wearing a garland.

Given the decor, it
seems somehow excessive.

I don't believe you.

I beg your pardon.

I think you're trying
to isolate yourself

and make a public protest
at the same time.

Explain.

You didn't want to be here
in the first place.

Being the only one without a lei
sets you apart

from the others, allowing you

to symbolically maintain
your solitude.

And since everybody can see

that you're
the only one without a lei,

you're letting them know

that you'd rather
be somewhere else.

Your logic is impeccable.

Thanks.

Mmm.

Thanks.
I am starving.

Oh, me, too.

Let's find us a spot.

This place is filling up fast.

I have already taken the liberty

of reserving a table,
Lieutenant,

with a view of the lakeside.

You did express a fondness
for that particular vista.

1 did?

Five days ago,

in a conversation
we had in Engineering

regarding holodeck programs.

I guess maybe I did.

Good memory.

Of course.

Well then, Ensign...

let's go.

Harry.

What?

Do you want to get
something to eat, or not?

I... don't know.

Maybe this isn't a good idea.

Listen, I'm going
back to my quarters.

Harry...

Tom...

Okay.

Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.

I like the excitement
of the water.

The danger...

being tossed around...

by the wind and the waves.

But at the same time,
feeling like I'm in control.

The illusion of control.

That's exactly right.

Because no one can control
the wind and the waves.

But for a few moments,
when you're on the water

and the ride is perfect

the feeling is that you can.

Do you ever feel that?

No.

Never?

Don't you have an imagination?

If, by imagination,
you mean the ability

to spontaneously generate
images within my mind,

then, yes, I have
a highly developed imagination

as do all of my race.

All right, imagine this--

that you, with your logic
and your reason,

are skimming atop
endless waves of emotion.

You believe you're in control,

but you know the control
is an illusion.

You believe that you understand
the depths beneath you...

but that, too, is an illusion.

I can see why Ensign Kim
finds you compelling.

I can see why Harry admires...

and respects you.

Because it's obvious
that he does.

And... so dol.

I must return to my quarters.

Please stay.

I've never met anyone like you.

I must admit
I share that conclusion.

You are a unique individual.

Then stay.

It is late.

I must go.

Then come back tomorrow.

I'm sure the weather will hold.

No doubt.

Please.

Perhaps.

Good night... Tuvok.

Good night, Marayna.

Computer, end resort program.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

We've completed sensor scans

and confirmed our discovery
of an unusual dampening field

responsible for keeping
this unstable nebula

from going up in flames.

The field's origin
is still a mystery.

The dampening field
only seems to appear

when one of the plasma strands
ignites--

as if the fire itself
initiates the field.

Which puts out the fire--
a feedback loop.

One that's preserved this nebula
for hundreds of years.

Mr. Kim, do we have enough data
on this dampening field

to produce one artificially
using the deflector dish?

Harry?

Do we have the data?

Yes, Captain,
but it'll take a while.

We'll have to simulate
the process

in the computer
and then try to re-create it

with the deflector dish.

Probably a few weeks.

The project is yours, Ensign.

Tom, resume course for
the Alpha Quadrant-- warp 6.

Aye, Captain.

Captain, propulsion
is not responding.

Bridge to Engineering.

B'Elanna, what's going on?

I'm not sure, Captain.

We're trying
to track the problem now.

Acknowledged.

Harry, give B'Elanna a hand.

The nebula
could be having an effect

on the ship's systems.

That's a possibility
we can't discount.

The warp drive is functioning

within established
tolerance levels.

Matter/antimatter containment

is at recommended
field strength.

The impulse engines are also...

Within tolerance.

Yes.

Most likely, there's
some kind of failure

in the computer pathways.

Nothing's wrong with propulsion,

but the commands from the helm
just aren't getting there.

The warp drive seems okay.

Impulse, too.

I think the problem
must be somewhere else.

I think maybe...
the helm's being blocked.

Like... some kind of failure
in the computer pathways?

Maybe.

I just said all that.

You're not listening, Harry.

I'll return to my station,
Lieutenant.

I'm sorry.

I guess I've got
a lot on my mind.

Forget about her.

What did Tom say to you?

Not a single word.

I saw the way you were looking
at Marayna yesterday.

Hi. My name's Harry
"read-me-like-a-book" Kim.

It's not that bad.

Apparently, it is.

I can't get her off my mind.

Input algorithm not accepted.

Why don't you take a break?

I can handle it from here.

Thanks. I'll be
in my quarters if you need me.

Deck 3.

Computer, belay that order.

Holodeck 1.

Computer, activate
Neelix resort program.

That program
is currently running.

Hello, Harry.

Enjoying yourselves?

Now I know why you told me
to keep off the holodeck.

Mr. Kim, you are misconstruing
the nature of this situation.

Your jealousy
is entirely insupportable.

Stop analyzing me.

I respected you, I trusted you
and you did this

right behind my back.

I have done nothing of the sort.

Then what do you call this?

A game of kal-toh,
which I am playing

with a nonsentient
computer subroutine.

Harry, I didn't intend
to harm you

and I didn't do anything wrong.

I'll accept that from her,
Tuvok,

but not from you.

You said to stay away from her.

You should have done the same.

You're implying
a desire on my part

that simply does not exist.

Marayna is an intriguing

interactive hologram--
nothing more.

If you say so, Lieutenant.

Mr. Kim, I value
our working relationship.

I would not allow a holodeck
character to disrupt that.

I think it's a little late...

Tuvok, Harry, please,
stop arguing.

Computer, delete
the Marayna subroutine.

Tuvok, what are you...?

That's not going to help.

I never should have come
to you in the first place.

I should have
worked it out myself.

Let's try it again,
Mr. Paris-- warp 6.

Course laid in.

Engage.

It would appear to me that we're
not moving, Mr. Paris.

I don't understand it, Captain.

Any ideas, B'Elanna?

Warp drive is still on line

and helm control
appears to be working,

but the engines
aren't responding.

It's possible we've got
a computer malfunction,

but I can't seem to localize it.

Let's run a level-4 computer
diagnostic, all systems.

Aye, Captain.

Captain, I just got
aft thrusters to respond.

It's not much.

I'll take it, B'Elanna.

Tom, let's go.

At this speed,
we'll be completely clear

of the nebula by tomorrow.

Good enough.

Your move.

I think you'll find
my game has improved.

How did you get here?

Simple.
I transferred myself

from the holodeck
to the Sick Bay,

then used your physician's
mobile emitter.

I deleted you from the holodeck.

But you only did that
for Harry's benefit.

I know you wanted
to keep seeing me.

I like Harry, but, uh...

well, you're different.

You're not like anyone else.

Why have you come here...
to my quarters?

You're like a new world
to me, Tuvok.

I want to know
everything about you.

I didn't realize how
lonely my existence was

and I can't go back
to the way things were,

not without you.

Tuvok to Bridge.
Intruder alert.

Security team to my quarters.

No!

Why did you do that?!

Don't you want us
to be together?

Given your actions,

I have no choice
but to consider you

a potential threat to myself
and to Voyager.

But you're wrong.

I would never do
anything to harm you.

Make it stop!

You have access to the ship's
control systems?

And I'll use them all
if I have to.

You can't just delete me.

Where is this individual now?

When security got
to Tuvok's quarters,

she downloaded herself
back into the computer

and onto the holodeck.

More to the point, what is she?

Most likely a sentient
computer program.

I checked
the Starfleet database.

This kind of thing
has happened before.

The Enterprise-D under Picard

was once taken over
by a holo-character.

We studied that case
at the Academy.

It gained control of the ship
from inside the holodeck.

Marayna may well
have done the same.

She was able to silence
the intruder alert

by an apparent act of will.

Does that mean she has the run
of our entire computer system?

She may.

Is it possible
that she is the source

of our mysterious malfunctions?

It's certainly possible.

If Marayna's able to manipulate
the ship's computer pathways,

she could have
disrupted propulsion,

and then covered her tracks

so we couldn't trace the cause.

But why?
What's her motivation?

I believe it has something to do
with her feelings toward me.

In my quarters,
she made reference

to her loneliness and expressed

her desire
to continue our relationship.

But what does that have to do

with knocking
propulsion off-line?

Could she be trying
to keep us near the nebula?

This all started
the day we got here.

That's when I first met her.

Maybe the nebula is somehow
affecting the holodeck.

Giving rise to an intelligence
that doesn't belong there.

It's possible.

In any case...

I can't allow her to gain any
further control over my ship.

Tuvok, Paris, Torres--
get down to Holodeck 1.

I want this situation resolved
one way or another.

She's locked us
out of the program.

We'll be lucky
if we can open the doors.

We're lucky.

Marayna may have
opened the doors.

Caution is advised.

I'll try to access
the inside control panel.

It's kind of creepy.

Marayna's attempting
to re-create the setting

of my previous
encounter with her.

You really know
how to pick them, Tuvok.

I got access
to the holodeck computer.

I'm not reading anything
unusual on the holodeck.

It seems to be
working perfectly.

There's a subspace signal coming
from outside of Voyager.

It's some kind of an uplink.

There's somebody on a ship
out there tapping into the...

B'Elanna!

Shoot the control panel.

Shield status?

Still holding, Captain,

but the inertial
dampeners are off-line.

Starboard shields are
down to 80 percent.

What happened down there?

Marayna attacked us
and attempted to restrain me.

She has control
over the holodeck characters.

But she's not actually
on the holodeck.

I found an uplink
and tracked it to the nebula.

She's on a hidden ship
or a space station.

She's manipulating
the holodeck from there.

She's been using the Marayna
character like a puppet.

As an interface.

A way to move around Voyager
to interact with us.

Tuvok, come back to me.

I'm waiting for you.

Harry, try to trace the uplink.

Find her.

Don't make this more difficult
than it already is, Captain.

Are you responsible
for the plasma fires?

You're giving me no other choice
but to force the issue.

What do you want?

Tuvok.

I want Tuvok.

Let him come to the holodeck
alone

or I'll destroy your ship.

Tuvok.

You're back.

I had little choice.

We're alone now.

No one can see us or hear us.

We can do whatever we want.

You don't have
to pretend anymore.

This is our world.

You've successfully
lured me here

by threatening the ship.

But any attempt to generate
intimacy between us

will not be successful.

I've isolated the source
of the uplink signal.

Stand by to transport.

I understand your sense of duty,

of loyalty to your Captain,

but we have something stronger--

a connection that goes
beyond duty and loyalty.

I know you want
to be with me, Tuvok.

You must leave Voyager now

and allow us to continue
on our course.

I won't.

I suggest you reconsider

or Captain Janeway will be
forced to take action.

There's nothing she can do.

You're staying here with me.

She'll just have to accept that.

Energize.

Transporting to the source
of the uplink.

Stop!

Shields are down to 47 percent.

Shields are gone.

Try to hail Tuvok.

I can't, Captain.

Something's blocking the signal.

Marayna?

Your ship is helpless.

If I ignite one more strand,
the hull will fail.

You are using
the nebula as a weapon.

My nebula.

1 will fire if necessary.

You're too late.

I've already set
the ignition sequence.

Only I can stop it.

Are you alone here...

on this station...

in this nebula?

Yes.

It's my work.

I don't understand.

I keep the plasma fires
from chain-reacting.

You are responsible
for the dampening field

we've been investigating.

That's correct.

I generate it from here
to preserve the nebula,

so that others from my home
planet may enjoy its beauty.

I watch the ships
when they pass by.

They don't even know I'm here.

You are... lonely.

By choice.

I prefer to be here... alone.

But you uplinked
with our holodeck

and created a character
in order to interact with us.

To amuse myself.

I've done it before--

tapped into the computer
of a passing alien vessel,

examined all the little details
of their lives.

But I never expected to find
something as... diverting

as your holodeck.

I never expected to find you.

You...

are like nothing else
I've ever encountered.

And I can't be without you.

Stay here with me

and I will let
your ship resume course.

If it is the only option,

I would willingly sacrifice
myself to save my crewmates.

No, that's not enough.

You have to want to be with me.

If you truly understood
who and what I am,

you would know that I could
never return your affections.

But... you are more like me
than-than you are like them.

I-I-I've seen the way
you isolate yourself.

Even in a crowd of people,
you're alone.

We should be together.

I must admit...

I found our conversation
stimulating,

your insight and intelligence
fresh and unexpected.

In other circumstances,

I would be willing to spend
time in your company

to continue to share
knowledge and ideas,

but I have a home
and a spouse on Vulcan.

I have a mission,
and colleagues who depend on me.

I do not have a complete
understanding of emotions,

but I believe
that if you truly care for me,

you will not pursue
this course of action.

You may go.

Your communicator
will function now.

Tuvok to Voyager.

Go ahead, Tuvok.

I am ready to return.

Stand by to beam me aboard.

Captain, ship's systems
are coming back on line.

Acknowledged, Tuvok.

Standing by.

Consider this:

Your feelings toward me

may be evidence
of a deeper need...

a more...
profound loneliness

than you are willing to admit.

Why don't you call
for a replacement?

Let another occupy this task.

Attempt for a time
to live among your own kind.

Logically, that would be
the best thing to do.

Yes.

Perhaps I will.

Tuvok to Voyager.

Ready for transport.

But what about you, Tuvok?

Will you always be alone?

Security Chief's Log,
Stardate 50471.3.

The remaining damage
to the ship was easily repaired

and we soon left
Marayna's nebula behind.

Voyager is back on course

and I have resumed
my normal routine.

Mr. Kim.

Would you be interested
in learning to play kal-toh?

I thought kal-toh was
beyond human understanding.

Not entirely.

Ensign...

I failed to respect
the complexity of your emotions.

I apologize
for my lack of consideration.

Don't worry about it, Tuvok.

Apology accepted.

Won't this take years to learn?

It will, indeed.

May I join you?

- No.
- No.

But... thank you.