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To any vessels within range,
I hope this message reaches you.

I'm an HD-25
isomorphic projection.

There's been an accident.

My crew is dead.

I'm alone.

Please, help me.

So we rigged
the security console,

so that every time Tuvok
accessed the internal sensors,

it would play
a little message...

"Live long and prosper."

No matter what button
he pushed:

"Live long and prosper."

Naturally, no one
was available

to fix the malfunction, so...

So Tuvok had to stretch
his Vulcan patience to the limit

for the rest of the day.

I swear you could hear
him grinding his teeth

from across the Bridge.

Just when he thought
it was over,

when he went back
to his quarters,

and ordered a cup
of Vulcan tea,

the replicator says...

"Live long and prosper!"

The first time I met Tuvok,

he dressed me down in front
of three Starfleet Admirals

for failing to observe
proper tactical procedures

during my first command.

My human ego took
a little bruising, but...

of course, he was right.

Over the past nine years,
I've come to rely

on his insightful
and unfailingly logical advice.

For outstanding service

as Chief Tactical
and Security Officer,

it's my pleasure
to grant you the rank

of Lieutenant Commander.

Congratulations, Tuvok.

Thank you, Captain.

Had I known this commendation

entailed ritual humiliation,
I might have declined.

However, I accept
it with gratitude

and will honor
the responsibility

that comes with it.

During my three years
on Voyager,

I have grown to respect
a great many of you.

Others, I have learned
to tolerate.

As your Tactical Officer,

1 will continue to do my best
to ensure a safe passage home.

As a Vulcan, I share
the following sentiment:

Live long and prosper.

Bravo! Well-deserved.

B'Elanna.

This is ridiculous.

It's been three days,

and we haven't said
a word to each other.

I know, I know.
We have to talk.

About what you said,
I mean...

the part about
being in love with me.

I realize you were suffering
from oxygen deprivation,

and we were literally
seconds away from death,

so I know you probably
didn't mean it.

Oh, no, no.
I meant it.

But I don't expect you
to reciprocate, really.

Uh, you can just pretend
that I didn't say it.

In fact, let's just forget
that I even said anything.

- Shut up.
- l really...

Mr. Paris, there you are.

I was just leaving.

Lieutenant.

What can I do for you, Doc?

The Captain
has authorized me

to recruit someone with
advanced medical training

to help out in Sick Bay.

Unfortunately, the most
qualified crew member is you.

You want me to be
the new nurse?

If that's the title
you prefer.

It will only be temporary--

three duty shifts a week.

Report to Sick Bay
at 0600 hours.

Bring a tricorder and a smile.

What kind of modifications?

We'd like to enhance
the Astrometrics Lab.

It hasn't been upgraded
since Voyager left Spacedock.

I'll start right away.

I've assigned Seven of Nine
to work with you.

She's agreed to provide us

with all the navigational
data for this area

she acquired during her time
with the Borg.

Is there a problem?

No. No problem.

Try to make her feel
like part of the team.

Right.
Part of the team.

Have you made arrangements

with the Arritheans
for tomorrow?

The delegate says
he's looking forward

to trading
with such an advanced starship.

You have done an excellent job

preparing for this mission,
Neelix.

I think we should consider this

your first official assignment
as Ambassador.

Ensign Culhane to the Captain.

Janeway here.

We are receiving
an automated distress call

five light-years from here.

You might want
to bring the Doctor.

I'm an HD-25
isomorphic projection.

There's been an accident.

My crew is dead.

I'm alone.

Please, help me.

He's a hologram.

We've got to help him.

Ensign, track the source
of the transmission.

Once we find his ship,
I'll lead an away team.

I don't recall giving you
a promotion today.

Oh... well,
I'm the obvious choice

to provide assistance
to a holographic being.

Doctor, I don't want you
leaving Voyager

unless it's
absolutely necessary.

I'm still concerned about
damaging your mobile emitter.

I understand.

But if this is a hologram--

one of my own kind,
so to speak--

I'd like to meet him,
study him.

I'll bring Lieutenant Torres,
just to be safe.

She knows more about my emitter
than anyone.

The rest of us will meet
with the Arritheans.

We'll see you there
when you're finished.

Thank you, Captain.

Seven?

I am here.

Am I to work with you?

Oh, hi. Yes.

Uh, I thought we'd start
in Jefferies tube 32-B

enhance
the astrometric sensors--

if that's okay with you.

Unless this is a bad time.

Maybe I can come back later.

Ensign Kim, you seem...
apprehensive.

No, not at all.

The last time
we worked together,

I struck you at the base
of your skull

and attempted
to contact the collective.

These things happen.

I assure you,
it will not happen again.

That's good to know.

I've designed
new navigational sensors.

Some of the alphanumerics
are Borg.

No problem.

I always wanted to learn Borg.

That is difficult to believe.

I was kidding.

It was a joke.

You know... humor.

I understand
the concept of humor.

It may not be apparent,

but I am often amused
by human behavior.

Relax, Doctor.

I'm sure we'll find the ship.

That's not what I'm
concerned about.

I've been questioning the wisdom

of leaving Mr. Paris in charge
of my Sick Bay.

Tom will do fine.

He's a very responsible guy.

Well, I suppose you'd know
better than I would.

What's that supposed to mean?

You seem to have become
good friends.

Let's get one thing straight.

I don't appreciate you
or anyone else

speculating about the kind
of friendships I have.

Or who I have them with.

Sorry. I didn't realize
I'd struck a nerve.

Perhaps you'd like
a tranquilizer.

There it is.

That's his ship?

Try hailing him.

No response.

Life signs?

A few energy readings,
but they're erratic.

Propulsion and main power
are down.

We're approaching
transporter range.

Hello?

Is anyone here?

We're here to help you.

No signs of life?

Not yet.

I'd like to check
your mobile emitter,

make sure you made it
through the transport okay.

For a Klingon, you have
a decent bedside manner.

Thanks.

I wonder what kind
of bedside manner

Mr. Paris will exhibit.

That was a rhetorical question,
Lieutenant.

Your holographic matrix
is stable,

but let me check
your emitter's power cells.

You might want to consider
a career in medicine.

Where the hell did this come...?

Sorry, sorry, sorry.
I didn't mean to frighten you.

You sent the distress call?

Yes, yes.

Yes, that's me.

It was me.

And you, you're an isomorph,
like myself?

We use the term "hologram."

Holo... gram.

And you, y-you're a hologram,
too?

No.

You're organic.

Uh... that's one way
of putting it, yes.

It looks like your program
is fairly compatible

with our holographic technology.

Can you tell me
where I can access

your projection controls?

Why?

You're obviously malfunctioning.

Maybe I can repair you.

Oh, of course.

I'd appreciate that.

Over there-- you can
access my systems

from that console.

What happened here?

Oh, it was terrible,
just terrible.

You see, we left Seros
eight months ago--

Seros, that's our home planet--

with a crew of six.

All isomorphic projections?

No, just me.

I'm an HD-25 maintenance unit
with extreme-hazard clearance.

I'm responsible for cleaning
the reactor core,

ejecting antimatter waste,
that sort of thing.

W-When the crew got sick,
there was nothing I could do.

I'm-I'm not designed
for medical functions.

Try to calm down.

Explain what happened
one step at a time.

Two of the crew members
left to survey a planet.

When they came back,

they'd been infected
by a deadly virus.

It spread quickly
to the other organics on board

and one by one...

well, I watched them all die.

And then things started
to malfunction here.

I have limited knowledge
of the controls.

I don't know
what I would've done

if you hadn't come.

I think I've stabilized

your program,
but I'll need access

to your primary isomatrix.

Where is it?

On the lower deck.

You shouldn't go down there.

Why not?

Too dangerous.

That deck's been flooded
with antimatter radiation.

Organic flesh would disintegrate
within seconds.

You can access
my isomatrix from this deck.

There's an interface junction
in that compartment.

Thanks.

Mind if I run
a quick diagnostic?

What's your name?

I don't have a name.

It's a long story.

I'd like to hear it...

and everything else about you.

I'm ready to supply power
to the enhanced sensors.

What? Already?

Yes.

You believe that my work
is unsuitable.

Of course not.

Just checking--
standard procedure.

I may no longer possess
Borg perfection,

but my experience as a drone
has taught me

to be efficient and precise.

Actually, you misaligned
this optical assembly.

Impossible.

Take a look.

It's off by .5 degrees.

It must have been my humanity
reasserting itself.

I will correct the error.

So, what do you do for fun
down in Cargo Bay 2?

Fun?

You know, relaxation,
entertainment

during your off hours?

I regenerate in my alcove,

I study
the Starfleet database...

or I contemplate my existence.

That's a lot of time
by yourself.

It is.

The optical assembly
is properly aligned.

I'm ready to access
the main power supply.

After you.

Wait!

What are you doing?!

There are five million gigawatts
running through there!

The exoskeleton on this limb
can withstand it.

That's all well and good,

but there are safety procedures
we've got to follow.

Your procedures
are a waste of time.

Maybe so,
but you've been assigned to me,

and I say we do this
by the book, all right?

All right.

Well...

now that we've got
that cleared up.

You can use this emitter
to go anywhere?

Well, my Captain has imposed
a few restrictions,

but I'm free to leave Sick Bay,

join away missions,
take a stroll.

Extraordinary.

I-I-I've, I've never left
this vessel before.

And until the crew got sick,

I never even left
the antimatter storage chamber.

Do you know what it's like

to spend your life trapped
inside a tiny room?

Not knowing
what's beyond the door?

What the world is really like?

Nobody coming to see you
or talk to you

unless they want something?

Actually, I know exactly
what it's like.

When I was first activated,
I was regarded

as little more
than a talking tricorder.

I had to ask for the privileges
I deserved:

the right to be included
in crew briefings,

the ability to turn
my program on and off.

It's taken some time,
but I believe I've earned

the respect of the crew
as an equal.

An equal?

I've also been pursuing
personal interests:

art, literature, music.

Perhaps you could do the same.

Oh, no, no, no.

My programmers on Seros
would never allow that.

Then you'll convince them.

Maybe they'll appreciate

how well you've coped
with this situation;

how you've managed to find help.

Think about it.

You've already exceeded
the sum of your subroutines.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Oh, nothing.

I'm just sterilizing the ship.

I'm fastidious about germs.

I know that must sound strange
coming from an artificial being.

Not at all.

I've been known to act
a little strangely myself.

Hungry?

You're organic.
You require nutrients.

They're only rations,
but our crew liked them.

Careful!

That's an isomagnetic conduit.

You could destabilize
your matrix.

Of course.
How stupid of me.

I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have barged in here.

That's all right.

I could use a break.

Thank you.

You nibble...

like a fish.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Oh, itis.

I've never seen a fish before,
not a real one,

but I've read about them
on our database.

Fish aren't like other organics.

They're more passive, I think,
most of them.

And so clean.

Um, is there anything I can do
to help with repairs?

Well, as soon
as I'm done with lunch,

you could help me access
your primary matrix.

Gladly.

Is something wrong?

Seeing the ship ripped apart
like this, it's...

1 guess I can't help feeling
a kind of affinity

for this vessel.

It sustains my existence

and sometimes I feel
like it's a part of my body...

my soul.

That probably sounds
silly to you.

No. No, I understand
how you feel.

You couldn't possibly understand
how I feel-- you're organic.

You exist apart from your ship.

"l understand how you feel."

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to offend you.

You're the one who's trapped,
not me.

You spend your entire life

stuck inside a biological cage
of flesh and bone and blood.

Right. I'm going to go
give the Doctor an update.

I exist as pure energy,

but you depend on food
and water to survive.

Frankly, I find it disgusting.

Look at you.
Look at you!

Grinding up bits of plants
and animals with your teeth.

Secreting saliva
to force it down your esophagus

into a pit of digestive acids.

You can't even stand
to think about it yourself.

What a repulsive creature
you are, constantly

shedding your skin and hair,

leaving your oily sweat
on everything you touch.

You think

that you are the height
of intellect in the universe,

but you are no better
than any filthy animal,

and I am ashamed
to be made in your image!

My apologies.
My apologies.

I have acquired some hostility
toward organics.

It was not meant for you.

I was treated quite badly
by the crew here.

I'm sorry to hear that...

um, but you have to realize
that... we're here to help you.

Thanks for the rations.

We've got a problem.

Oh?

I think there's a problem
with our isomorph,

and I'm not talking
about his emitters.

Explain.

I just spent
the last ten minutes

hearing his views
on biological life.

Let's just say
they're a bit unconventional.

Did you realize
that we organics

are a bunch of inferior,
disgusting animals?

Now that you mention it.

He started ranting

about how much
he despises organics.

I didn't think I was going
to get out of there

without a fight.

1 will admit he is
somewhat socially inept.

Inept? He's a lunatic.

That is hardly a sound
medical diagnosis.

He has also been lying to us.

I just ran a tricorder scan
of the lower deck--

the one he said
was flooded with radiation.

Well, it's not.

Why would he lie about that?

I don't know.

Maybe he doesn't want us
to go down there.

Maybe he's hiding something.

I understand your concerns,
Lieutenant.

I've been talking to him,
as well,

and I recognize
that he has some...

behavioral difficulties.

But imagine
what he's been through:

Trapped in a room no bigger
than a storage compartment.

And he's had almost no
interaction with organic beings.

It's only natural he's developed
problems communicating--

even a little resentment.

Do you recall my own behavior
when I was first activated?

How could I forget?

You were a major pain in the...

My point is... I, too,
was somewhat alienated

from the rest of the crew.

It took me a few days
to master the social graces.

I realize that he
is a fellow hologram,

and that you are
committed to helping him,

but I want the ability

to shut down his program
if I have to.

If you really feel
that's necessary.

I'm going to search
the lower deck,

see if I can access
his primary isomatrix.

You keep him occupied
until I get back.

I don't think he'd appreciate

a filthy animal like me
snooping around...

Am I interrupting?

No. Actually,
I was, uh, just leaving.

I'd like you to meet someone.

Doctor, this is Spectrum.

A holographic fish?

Magnificent, isn't he?

So peaceful and so content.

I programmed him
to keep me company.

Well, don't you have a pet?

Oh, it wouldn't be appropriate--

not in a medical environment.

They wouldn't let me
have one, either.

I had to hide him.

He's very lifelike.

I didn't realize

you had such a talent
for holographic design.

Oh, I've programmed
all sorts of things.

This node contains Borg
navigational data.

How do we get it out of here?

The proper instrument was
part of my thoracic assembly

before the Doctor removed it.

I suggest a radical dislocation.

A what?

We need to pull it out.

Assist me.

Okay.

On three.

Three?

On the count of three,
we pull together.

Crude, but effective.

One, two...

three!

Oh...

I've been damaged.

Ooh, that looks pretty bad.

You better get to Sick Bay.

As a drone, I would have
regenerated within seconds.

I've become weak.

No more than the rest of us.

You'll be fine.

Come on, I'll walk you there.

Another half a millimeter

and you would've severed
the carpal nerve.

Might've had to operate.

You are a mere mortal now.

As your family doctor,
I'd suggest you be more careful.

There. Good as new.

I'll see you
back in the cargo bay.

What kind of bedside
manner was that?

What are you talking about?

Can't you see
she's feeling vulnerable,

and here you are,
going on about

severed nerves
and major surgery?

Would you take it easy?

I was just trying
to lighten the mood.

She wasn't upset by it.

Yes, she was.

I could see it on her face.

You seem a little protective.

This morning, you were dreading
being in the same room with her.

Well, I've gotten to know her
a little better.

I don't think
most people realize

she's not just
some Borg automaton.

She's actually very complex.

Oh, really?

Yes, she is.

She's even got a sense of humor.

It's offbeat,
a bit subtle, maybe,

and she's incredibly
intelligent.

Well, she ought to be.

She assimilated enough people.

See? See what I mean?

It's Borg this, Borg that.

You can't resist making a joke.

There's a woman in there,
if you'd take the time to look.

Harry, you've got a crush
on her, don't you?

What? No. Not at all.

Maybe just a little.

I've seen this look
in your eyes,

right before you fall
head over heels.

You always go
for the tough ones.

What was it last time--
a hologram?

I don't know much
about Borg women,

but my advice to you is:
Don't.

I'm just trying to make her feel
like part of the team.

"Part of the team"?

You sound like Chakotay.

Look, she's beautiful
and she's smart,

and I'm sure
she's a wonderful...

conversationalist,

but a month ago, she was Borg.

You don't really know
who she is.

It's great that you're trying
to make her feel comfortable.

Just be careful.

Thanks for the advice.

I just hope you take it.

Now that we're clear
on the helm controls...

This is a lot to learn.

You're doing fine.

It's vital that you
familiarize yourself

with all the ship's systems,

so you can be more
self-sufficient.

Here are the
environmental controls,

and life support functions.

Well, I won't need

those anymore--
no crew to worry about.

Not at the moment.

59.2 percent.

I beg your pardon?

That's how much power
went into life support.

59.2 percent just to keep them
breathing, warm, comfortable.

They do require quite a bit
of maintenance, don't they?

I should know.
I spent my entire

existence cleaning up
after them.

When they were busy
sleeping or eating

or engaging in their
slovenly carnal pleasures.

And this is the sensor grid.

You'll find it most useful
when...

They took advantage of me.

I wish I'd been more like you.

You showed me that I could be

more than a slave to these
biological creatures.

I'm not taking this ship
back to the organics.

I won't return
to that existence.

That's a little extreme,
don't you think?

Join me.

Leave Voyager.

Escape your prison.

Together, we'll take this vessel
and explore the galaxy.

There you are.

Don't look so surprised.
You gave me the idea!

Me?!

You said I should be
more self-sufficient.

I agree that we should
be treated equally,

as members of the crew.

But we're still projections
of energy and light.

We have limitations!

No!

No, no, no, no, no!

We don't need nourishment,
we don't suffer disease.

We're the higher form of life.

What's that?

Lower deck.

Someone's trying
to access my matrix.

I'll be back.

You!

No!

N-N-N-No!

B'Elanna!

Ensign Kim, Personal Log,
Stardate 51186.2.

Working with Seven of Nine

is starting to get
a little awkward.

Tom's right.

Anything more than friendship
is a bad idea...

but I can't stop thinking
about her.

You wished to see me, Ensign.

I had this midnight inspiration

about reconfiguring
astrometric projectors.

I hope you weren't...
regenerating.

I was not.

This is tricky stuff.

It could use your touch.

Your way of looking at things?

A fresh perspective?

Your data.

Why don't you sit down?

I prefer to stand.

This could take a while.

You'd be more comfortable.

Comfort is irrelevant--
we're here to work.

Okay.

This light is insufficient.

But it's relaxing,
don't you think?

After hours, quiet.

Voyager isn't
all Jefferies tubes

and cargo bays, you know.

Tell you what--
when we're done here

I'll take you to the holodeck.

We'll run the Ktarian
moonrise simulation.

It's beautiful.

Beauty is irrelevant.

Unless you wish to change
the nature of our affiliation.

What do you mean?

I may be new to individuality,

but I'm not ignorant
of human behavior.

I've noticed your attempts

to engage me
in idle conversation,

and I see the way
your pupils dilate

when you look at my body.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Obviously, you've suggested
a visit to the holodeck

in the hopes of creating
a romantic mood.

Are you in love with me, Ensign?

Well...

no.

Then you wish to copulate.

No!

I mean... I...

I, I don't know what I mean.

All of these elaborate rituals
of deception...

I didn't realize
becoming human again

would be such a challenge.

Sexuality is
particularly complex.

As Borg, we had no need
for seduction,

no time
for single-cell fertilization.

We saw a species we wanted,
and we assimilated it.

Nevertheless, I am willing
to explore my humanity.

Take off your clothes.

Uh...

Seven...

Don't be alarmed.

1 won't hurt you.

Look, this is a little sudden.

I was just...

trying to...

part of the team, you know?

Uh...

Maybe we should
just quit for now.

All right.

Let me know when you wish
to resume our work.

It's all right, B'Elanna.

You're safe.

The isomorph?

Apparently, you deactivated him.

I took all of his emitters
off-line.

Not a moment too soon.

I found six corpses on this
deck, all of them murdered.

You almost became number seven.

Oh! What did he do to me?

He reached inside your chest,

grabbed your heart,
and perforated

your fourth ventricle.

Great.

I've stabilized

your pericardium,
but I'm concerned about

the internal bleeding.

Prognosis?

Less than stellar,

unless I can get you
back to Voyager.

Unfortunately,
I'm having trouble

accessing our transporters.

He must've disabled
our com-link to the shuttle.

Help me get
to the command chamber.

Looks like he set up
a dampening field.

I think I can cut through it,
but...

I'll need to open
this control panel.

My engineering kit...
is on that console.

B'Elanna, I thought you said

you took all of the emitters
off-line.

I did. Why?

I think you'd better
double-check.

You said you'd help me.

Put that down.

You lied.

You lied to me.

I thought you were my friend.

It's for your own benefit.

Someone needs to repair
your program.

It's malfunctioning.
You're unstable.

No, no, no!

You're unstable!

You're a hologram
who thinks like an organic!

This could get tedious.

Freedom.

Oh... you're getting
blood everywhere.

I'm going to have
to deactivate you.

Is he...?

Deactivated.

And you?

Ready to get out of here.

Come in.

We've completed the schematics
for the Astrometrics Lab.

Already?

You and Seven must
have been putting in

a lot of extra hours on this.

She's not much
for procrastinating.

I'm sure she's not.

Looks like you're ready
to begin construction.

It might be better--

more practical-- to bring in
an engineering team for that.

Recruit all the help you need.

In fact, they should probably
take over at this point.

Don't you want to supervise
their work?

The Astrometrics Lab
is your baby.

I would. Of course.

Um, I just don't think

that that would be the best use
of ship's personnel.

Oh, I can rearrange
the duty shifts.

Oh, no, Commander,
you don't have to do that.

I'm sure Seven can handle things
without me.

Harry... are you having
some kind of problem with her?

Oh, no. No problem.

Because if you are,
I'd like to hear about it.

No, sir, there's no problem.
Not at all.

Absolutely not.

um...

So, if you'll excuse me,
I'll be going now.

Ensign Kim...

let's have it.

We... We had a misunderstanding.

About?

Oh, it's nothing
really important.

Just your basic Borg-human
cultural differences.

Really?

That's not what she says.

You...

Y-You...

You spoke...
You spoke to her.

She seems to think
you're making good progress.

She finds you
reasonably efficient,

and says you've been
helping her learn more

about our complex
social interactions.

Any idea what she meant by that?

I can't imagine.

You two make a good team.

I want to keep you together
on this project.

Sir...

Aye, sir.

And maybe others in the future.

Have fun.

I've stopped
the internal bleeding

and repaired the tissue damage.

Your pericardium is
clean as a whistle.

Which is more than I can say
for my Sick Bay.

I'm sorry about the mess.

I haven't had time to clean up.

It was a hectic day.

I treated two broken bones,

an upset stomach
and a lacerated hand.

Does this mean you're too tired
to meet later...

in my quarters?

Are you sure
your heart can take it?

I'm detecting
elevated hormonal levels.

If you two don't take it easy,

I'll have to declare
a medical emergency.

If you'll excuse me,
I have to go check on Harry.

I hear he's having
a nervous breakdown.

It's a long story.

Not so fast, Mr. Paris.

You are going
to help me sterilize

every square millimeter
of this Sick Bay.

No doubt, you've left your oily
residue on every hypospray,

your sloughed secretions
on every console.

Just kidding.

In fact,
I've had a change of heart

about my fastidiousness.

A little clutter
never hurt anyone.

Sick Bay should have a more
organic touch, don't you think?

To help our patients feel...
more at home?

What's gotten into him?

It's a long story.