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Direct hit.

The target buoy is solid
monotanium ten meters thick,

shielded by a chromoelectric
force field.

Impressive.

I'm glad you agree.

It's not wise
to travel this region

without adequate defenses.

I've seen scuttled ships

with more firepower
than Voyager.

I'm sure you have.

Imagine what you'll

be capable of once
the isokinetic cannon

is integrated
into your defensive systems.

One projectile
can penetrate the shields

of any heavily-armored vessel.

Hostile species will
know to avoid Voyager

by reputation alone.

You've made your point,
Mr. Kovin.

I want the cannon.

And I'm prepared to give you...

astrometric charts
spanning 12 sectors.

You'll find them
unusually precise.

Even the most sophisticated
charts become obsolete.

One random anomaly and they're
no longer accurate.

However, I could be persuaded
if you were to include

the mapping technology
that created them.

Sorry.

Our astrometric sensors

were designed specifically
for this ship.

They'd be of no use to you.

What I can offer you

is a generous supply
of isolinear processing chips.

We'll even show you
how to integrate them

into your existing
sensor technology.

How generous a supply?

100 chips.

150.

115.

125.

Done.

Escort our guest to Engineering.

You'll be supervising
the installation of the cannon?

Of course...
for a modest fee.

Five additional chips.
No more.

It's good to see
the art of negotiation

isn't lost on you, Captain.

That guy is worse
than a Ferengi.

Assign Seven of Nine
to work on this.

She's got a knack
for adapting alien technology.

Should I give her
complete access

to the Engineering
control systems?

I'm ready to give her
some latitude.

She's been
behaving herself lately.

What are you working on?

I'm trying to decode the message

Starfleet Command
sent us several weeks ago.

Any progress?

None.

I'm working on a new
decryption algorithm.

I'd like you to set
it aside for a while.

I have another assignment
for you.

What is it?

The Captain wants you
to help Kovin

integrate the new weapon system.

I'd rather not.

I find him inefficient.

Maybe so,

but you seem
to work well with him.

You've been asking
for more responsibilities.

I thought you'd be pleased.

The Captain gives me
greater liberty

only when she needs
my expertise.

You violated her trust

and if you want it back,
you're going to have to earn it

one step at a time.

1 will report to Engineering.

You'll need to install
isolinear buffer circuits

here and here.

The main power relay

should be protected
by a containment field.

Unnecessary.
All the buffer circuits

would have to fail
simultaneously

for there to be any danger.

We prefer to play it safe.

I'll check the inventory logs
to see if we have

a field generator available.

What are you doing?

I'm reconfiguring
the tactical control systems.

The isokinetic
circuits requires

a specialized protocol.

Let me take care of it.

That won't be necessary.

No. No. The subroutines
need to be arranged

in cascading sequence.

Let me show you.

Seven, stop.

There's a hairline fracture
of the premaxilla bone.

Do you see this, Captain?
She shattered it.

It's easily repaired.

Do you have any idea
why Seven attacked you?

It was unprovoked.

She came at me like an animal.

Well, I wouldn't put it
like that.

I was at another console
about ten meters away.

I heard Kovin raise his voice
and when I looked around

I saw that he was
holding her arm.

I barely touched her!

A gentle gesture
to move her out of my way,

so I could get to the console.

Then she turned on me,
attacked me.

What did you say to her?

I told her how to reconfigure

the tactical control systems
properly.

Is that all?

That's all.

And that's when she
knocked him down.

Ashmore and I
had to hold her back.

She would have killed me.

That woman is dangerous.

It's a miracle you survived.

Now, hold still or this
won't heal properly.

Why are you
questioning me on this?

You should be disciplining
your crew member.

Believe me, I'll deal with it.

Please accept
my sincere apology.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Good as new.

Come in.

Here we are again.

Oh, I'm tired of having
this conversation.

You know what I'm going to say.

I know how you're
going to respond,

so it seems pointless
to say anything.

Shall I consider
my privileges restricted

and confine myself
to the cargo bay?

I think we've established

that traditional
disciplinary actions

don't work with you.

The question is:
What will?

Are you asking for my opinion?

I suppose I am...

because frankly,
I'm running out of options.

Throwing you in the brig
isn't going to solve anything.

Neither is slapping you
on the wrist.

And it's not as though
I don't understand

your feelings about Kovin.

There have been a few times
when I'd have liked

to pop him in the nose myself,

but you have to start
learning the difference

between having an impulse
and acting on it.

Does that make any sense to you?

I believe so.

1 will give it more thought.

Well, that's a start.

I hear there was some excitement
this morning.

When I started helping you
improve your social skills,

I'm fairly certain I didn't
include a boxing lesson.

You weren't hurt, were you?

No.

Still a bit tense?

Perhaps.

I understand
the burden you carry--

constantly being obligated
to deal with those

who fall short of excellence.

I often find my own patience

being tested by someone
like Mr. Kovin.

Of course, I generally respond
with a devastating quip

rather than a left hook.

We must both accept
the fact that very few

life-forms will ever meet
our high standards.

So, when you get irritated
just try to be tolerant,

and remember-- they can't
help being what they are.

Hmm... I'm reading some
increased engramatic activity

and your adrenaline levels
are slightly elevated.

What does that indicate?

It's consistent with a state
of heightened tension.

Lie down
and I'll run some scans.

In a typical human, I would
consider this a mood swing,

but with your unique physiology,
I'd like to rule out

the possibility
of a chemical imbalance.

Have you been experiencing

any other symptoms--
headaches, disorientation?

No.

Physiological scans seem normal.

I'm going to check
your Borg implants now.

Seven... what's wrong?

Let me out.

1 will. Stay calm.

No more procedures.

- All right.
- Stay away!

You mustn't do this.

Do what?

Seven, what are you
so afraid of?

I don't know.

She experienced an episode
of acute anxiety

with all the trimmings--
intense apprehension,

shortness of breath, dizziness.

I finally managed to sedate her.

Could this have been caused
by her cortical implants?

I don't think so.

I think the problem has to
do with memory suppression.

I've detected
a high concentration

of biogenic amines
in Seven's hippocampus--

a substance I haven't
noticed before.

It's blocking several portions
of her memory center.

Do you know where it came from?

No, but it seems
to be dissipating.

Seven's unusual behavior
may be the result

of the blocked memories
beginning to surface--

memories which she can't
identify yet.

Can you treat her?

Treatment would involve

integrating
the repressed memories

into Seven's consciousness.

I may be able to use
a standard therapeutic

regression technique.

I wasn't aware
that you were programmed

with psychotherapeutic
capabilities.

I wasn't, but in the absence
of a Ship's Counselor,

I've been developing
a psychiatric subroutine

to add to my program.

I'll be even more valuable
to you than I am now.

Keep me informed, Doctor.

Hmm.

A Jungian therapist

would attempt to retrieve
unconscious memories

by exploring synchronicities
in recent events.

On the other hand,
Amanin of Betazed

would argue that a combination
of sensory isolation

and focused breathing techniques
would be more effective.

I've integrated
the finer points of both

to create my own approach
to memory reconstruction.

What does this approach involve?

First, putting you at ease

by performing the treatment
here in your own environment.

Once the cortical probes

have reinforced
the neural pathways,

I'll use a directed
imagery technique

to guide you
through the regression.

You may proceed.

Please close your eyes.

Clear your mind.

Try not to think or to analyze.

My mind is now clear.

Seven, this isn't
an exercise in efficiency.

Close your eyes.

Breathe deeply.

Now concentrate
on the sound of my voice.

Let go of the present.

Leave the cargo bay behind.

Allow yourself...
to drift.

Describe the first image
that enters your mind.

A medical tricorder.

Duratanium casing.

7.6 centimeters
by 9.8 centimeters

by 3.2 centimeters.

Alpha-numeric display...

That's enough.

So...

you're in Sick Bay.

How does the tricorder
make you feel?

It disturbs me.

Why does it disturb you?

I'm afraid it will hurt me.

Is there anything else there

that causes you
to anticipate pain?

The diagnostic bed.

It's closing around me.

You feel restrained, confined.

Yes. I am uneasy.

About what?

It's Kovin.

What is he doing?

He's restraining me.

I want to get away from him,
but I can't.

Kovin's using some kind
of instrument on me.

Seven?

1 didn't recall this before.

Recall what?

Kovin. He...

he performed
a surgical procedure on me.

He... extracted Borg technology

from my body.

He violated me.

We're making progress.

Now, tell me.

This surgical procedure...

when did it happen?

I don't know.

The details are vague.

There are only images.

And you're sure it was Kovin?

Did you see Kovin?

Yes.

You said
he was restraining you,

using an instrument

- of some sort.
- He was.

Were you on Voyager
when this happened?

No.

It must have been when we were

testing the weapons
on the surface.

Then concentrate
on that away mission.

Focus on the first image
that enters your mind.

Describe it for me.

A large granitic stone...

approximately
one-half meter high.

Now, allow that memory
to develop beyond the image.

Integrate it
into your consciousness.

Let the memory take shape.

I'm at the weapons range.

Kovin had taken us there

to evaluate various
handheld firearms

he wished to offer in trade.

He attempted to impress us
with a demonstration

of the weapons'
destructive capabilities.

My role was to provide
a more objective analysis.

Terawatt powered
particle beam rifle.

Four microsecond recharge cycle.

Ten kilometer range.

Definitely
not standard Starfleet issue.

What do you think?

72 percent fragmentation,
28 percent vaporization.

Crude but efficient.

It's not as accurate
as our compression rifles,

but it's a lot easier to handle.

I wouldn't mind
carrying one of these

the next time we run
into the Hirogen.

The targeting mechanism
could be augmented

with a thermal guidance sensor.

That would increase
accuracy by 24 percent.

I can do that now.

Care to join me?

You can make sure
that the adjustments

are performed
to your specifications.

If you don't mind,

I'd like to test
some of the other firearms.

Go right ahead.

This way.

Kovin took me
to a small laboratory.

Describe it.

It was poorly illuminated.

I saw various instruments--
technology unfamiliar to me.

I assumed this was where he
developed new weapon designs.

This weapon is thoron-based.

Most of these handheld
disruptors are.

Thoron can be unstable
in weapons.

Not if you polarize
the emitter matrix.

That compensates
for any instabilities.

Watch.

What are you doing?

He turned the weapon on me.

He fired?

Yes, I remember it now.

What happened next?

I'm not sure.

Concentrate.

See the laboratory in your mind.

There was a light in my eyes.

Was Kovin still
in the room with you?

Yes.

Restrain her. Quickly.

And another Entharan
was assisting him.

This is Borg technology.

That's what I've been
telling you.

Let me go.

They bound me
to an examination table.

What did they do to you?

Did they scan you?

The bio-ablation pump
is engaged and pressurized.

The growth medium
is activating the implants.

The nanoprobes are multiplying.

They put a device near my head.

They removed my ocular implant.

And...

some of the implants in my arm
were activated.

Which ones?

Can you be more specific?

Use the maximum setting
of the metagenic pulse

to stimulate the implants.

The assimilation
tubules are ready.

Prepare to harvest
the nanoprobes.

They extracted nanoprobes

through
my assimilation tubules.

I was powerless...
unable to stop them.

You couldn't be expected to.

You were restrained.
Then what happened?

They took the nanoprobes
to another subject--

also restrained-- and they...

they assimilated him.

Well done.

The next thing I remember,
I was back in Kovin's lab.

He claimed the particle beam
rifle overloaded--

that it burned my hand--
but it was a lie.

They had attacked me.

I'm sorry.
I should have been more careful.

Do you have
a dermal regenerator?

Of course.

I'll inform the Captain.

There's no doubt

that Seven was the victim
of a brutal assault.

How is she?

As well as can be expected.

She's regenerating
in her alcove.

I predict her emotional recovery
will take some time.

I certainly hope you intend
to hold Kovin responsible

for what he's done.

First, I want to know how much
of her story we can corroborate.

Tom, you were with her
on the planet.

How long was she alone
with Kovin?

At least two hours.

And when she came back,

did she say anything
about what happened?

Only that they'd finished
their work on the rifle.

She seemed fine.

Clearly, Mr. Kovin used
some artificial means

to suppress her memory
of the event.

That would explain
the unusual engramatic activity

I found
in her neurological scans.

Did you find
any other physical evidence

of the medical procedures
she described?

No.

I suspect Mr. Kovin
used Seven's own nanoprobes

to repair any cellular damage.

She distinctly remembers
Kovin extracting them.

You seen to be accepting Seven's
recovered memories as fact.

Are you suggesting otherwise?

Historically,
recovered memories

have often proven unreliable.

Yes, in cases where
a traumatic experience

has been repressed for years.

But we're dealing with
a very recent memory here

that was blocked
by artificial means.

When I removed that mechanism,

Seven remembered everything
that happened.

Human memory is rarely perfect.

What are you saying, Tuvok?

That Seven is making this up?

No, but we must remember

that she's experienced
hallucinatory images before.

That was in direct response

to a signal from the ship
where she was assimilated.

She's not having
hallucinations now.

She's remembering
what happened to her.

I've confirmed this

by analyzing the specific
engramatic activity

in her hippocampus.

We're not talking
about conjecture.

We're talking about science.

Let's not get bogged down.

Seven has made
serious accusations

and I won't dismiss them.

If Kovin assaulted her

and took a sample
of her Borg technology,

we can't stand by
and do nothing.

In the wrong hands,
a single nanoprobe

could lead to disaster.

Doctor, I want you
to keep searching

for any physical evidence
to back up Seven's claim.

1 will talk to Kovin.

Dismissed.

This is offensive and absurd!

She's obviously lying.

Why would she do that?

Maybe you can answer that.

She's your crew member.

First, she attacks me,

then, she invents
these ridiculous stories

and you try
to place the blame on me.

Is this some kind
of negotiating tactic?

I have no hidden agenda.

I'm simply trying
to clarify what happened.

I told you already.

We went to my laboratory

to adjust the guidance system
on the particle beam rifle.

And that took two hours?

She insisted
on absolute precision.

We've confirmed
that Seven was exposed

to an intense thoron discharge.

She was-- after the rifle's
power cell overloaded.

We reported the accident
immediately.

She now remembers that you fired
the weapon at her deliberately.

That's preposterous.

The Doctor tells me

the blast could have been enough
to render her unconscious.

But it didn't.

We were both startled
for a moment

and after I apologized
for the accident,

she asked if I had
a dermal regenerator,

which I did,
and I used it on her arm--

the one
with the mechanical implants.

Which you recognized as Borg.

I was aware she'd been a Borg.

She told me herself.

Did you ever express curiosity
in that technology

or try to examine it

more closely?

No.

You never considered
the potential value

it might have as a weapon?

Is that
what you think I've done?

You may not realize

how dangerous
Borg technology can be.

If you've taken
even a single nanoprobe,

I need to know about it
right now.

I haven't taken anything.

I'd like to examine
your laboratory

to be absolutely sure.

No.

This has already gone too far.

Then I'll have to contact
the authorities.

Maybe they'll be more helpful.

Are you willing to risk
our trade agreement

all on the basis
of one crew member's delusions?

Yes.

Now...

are you going to cooperate
with our investigation?

I don't seem
to have much choice.

You stated that the rifle's
power cell overloaded

as a result of a faulty
oscillator adjustment.

That's right.

Can you describe in more detail
how that occurred?

I was showing her how to
polarize the emitter matrix.

I must have tuned the induction
frequency too high.

Were you unfamiliar
with that procedure?

No.

I have done it 100 times.

It was a careless mistake.

How many times do I need
to apologize?

I am not seeking
a statement of remorse.

Then what do you want?

Are you trying to catch me
in a lie?

Trick me into confessing?

You can't, because there's
nothing for me to confess!

I haven't done anything wrong!

One of our crew members
claims that you have.

Your crew member,
Seven of Nine...

she's very fortunate.

How so?

She has an entire crew
leaping to her defense.

I have no one.

The Entharan representative
will be here shortly.

You mean the magistrate?

He won't help me.

He's more interested in
protecting diplomatic relations

with people like you.

Surely, he'll want to know
the truth.

That's all we're seeking.

You don't understand.

On my world, we depend on trade
with alien species.

There are strict protocols
about those relationships.

Even being accused of violating
them is a serious offense.

You will have the opportunity
to refute any charges.

It won't matter.

Once they're made,
the damage is done.

I won't be trusted any longer.

I'll be ruined.

Please...

I never hurt your crew member.

Don't do this.

I'm afraid I have no choice.

But I assure you

our investigation
will be conducted

in a fair and impartial manner.

You strike me as a man
of your word.

If you tell me
1 won't be prejudged,

then I believe you.

How are you feeling?

I am undamaged.

But how do you feel?

Seven, your physical scars
have healed,

but the psychological effects
are still there.

You'll have to deal with them.

For what purpose?

In order to heal.

Kovin attacked you...

violated your rights
as an individual.

It's important
that you recognize that

so you can understand
any hostility or resentment

you might be feeling.

Resentment is a human trait.

It has no structure,
no function.

I want no part of it.

You're going to have
to begin accepting

the fact that your
human feelings exist

and that suppressing them
can damage you.

If I am not aware
of these feelings,

how can I express them?

Let me ask you this.

What would have happened

if Kovin had tried
to take Borg technology

directly from the collective?

He would have been assimilated.

Precisely.
Which is why he chose you.

He could get what he wanted
without running any risks.

It was my individuality
which made me vulnerable.

Exactly.

He violated that individuality.

What he did is an affront
to everything you are--

Borg and human.

It was the act of a coward.

Yes!

Someone who was
willing to use you

in the cruelest way

so that he could
create new weapons

and sell them.

I believe I am beginning
to experience anger.

Anger toward Kovin.

Good. That's a perfectly
healthy, normal response.

And when Kovin
gets what he deserves,

you're going to feel
much better.

Right this way, Magistrate.

My laboratory.

There are no examination tables.

I told you.
Just workbenches.

Is this the entire facility?

Yes.

We should scan for signs

that the room
may have been altered recently.

During her regression,

Seven described instruments
similar to these.

Of course she did.

She was here.

She said a device

like this was used
to remove her optic implant.

That's a micro-caliper.

I used it to remove the casings

over the guidance system
on the particle beam rifle.

And isn't this
an electrodynamic probe?

Yes.

Hmm.

It's equipped
with a monofilament stimulator.

Could it be used to manipulate
the neurotransmitter levels

in a human brain?

Not as it is.

But with the proper
modifications?

With the proper modifications,

I could reconfigure
your combadge

to manipulate neurotransmitters.

What's your point?

I believe you've just made it.

There's cellular residue
on many of these instruments.

It matches Seven's genome.

With your permission, sir,

I'd like to take these tools
back to Voyager

where I can run
more conclusive scans.

Take whatever you need.

Doctor, there are a number

of Borg nanoprobes
on the surface of this table.

I'll just collect a sample.

Hmm...

That's where her arm was hit
when the rifle overloaded.

The dispersal pattern
is consistent

with a dermal rupture.

These nanoprobes were
recently regenerated.

If this were nothing more
than cellular residue

from Seven's injury,
the nanoprobes would be dormant.

But these have been activated
in a very specific pattern.

I have seen enough.

Kovin, there is
sufficient evidence here

to detain you pending
official proceedings.

No.

Please... no.

Stay where you are.

Kovin, don't...

I trusted you.

You said it would be
an impartial investigation,

but you're all determined
to find what you want to find.

Well, I'm not going
to let this happen.

Tuvok to Voyager.

Janeway here.

Mr. Kovin has transported
out of the laboratory.

Can you track
his present position?

Stand by.

I'm picking up
a transporter signature

300 kilometers
above the surface.

Captain, there's

a ship powering its engines
at those coordinates.

Magistrate, do you want us
to follow him?

Yes... but I'd like
to join you.

Very well.

We'll beam you to Voyager.
Stand by.

Kovin's ship is on a heading
of 18 mark 25.

Set an intercept course.

Get ready to lock on
a tractor beam.

He's only at half impulse.

His ship may not have
warp engines.

We're at 9,000 kilometers
and closing.

I'm engaging the tractor beam.

I can't find him.

All of my sensor readings
have disappeared.

He generated a photonic pulse.

It took them off-line.

We'll have to reinitialize
the entire sensor array.

Do it.

Our investigation has suddenly
turned into a manhunt.

The fact that he's running

shows that he's got
something to hide.

Until we find out what that is,
we can't risk letting him go.

Captain's Log, Stardate 51679.4.

We've detected the warp
signature from Kovin's ship

and we're now in pursuit.

In the meantime,

Tuvok and I have been examining
the tools from Kovin's lab.

This isn't getting us anywhere.

Seven's cellular residue
is on every one of these,

but that would be true
if she simply handled them.

My examination of the rifle
is equally inconclusive.

It may have overloaded
accidentally...

or not.

I'm getting a bad feeling
about this, Tuvok.

We aren't finding anything
that implicates Kovin.

I told him our investigation
would be impartial.

I believe it has been.

It has...

but I'll admit I had some
preconceptions about him.

They may have influenced
my judgment.

The strongest evidence so far

is the nanoprobes
the Doctor found.

The fact that they
were regenerated

suggests that Kovin was
experimenting with them.

We don't know a great deal
about the interaction

between nanoprobes
and Borg physiology.

It might be worthwhile

to simulate the effect
of the rifle blast

on Seven's arm

and see what happens
to the nanoprobes.

Good. Maybe that'll
give us some answers.

Is this really necessary,
Captain?

She's suffered
enough trauma already.

We don't want
to make accusations

against an innocent man.

We have to do everything we can
to find some concrete evidence.

He is not an innocent man.

I know what he did to me.

But we must have proof.

And this experiment
may provide us with it.

We've configured this hypospray

to simulate the energy
of a thoron blast.

We'll collect thin layers
of your skin tissue

and examine the effects.

It won't be painful.

I am not afraid.
I am angry.

I know.
Try to be patient.

We may have some answers soon.

All right, let's see
what we've got.

I think you better take a look.

What do you see?

The nanoprobes...
are regenerating

in exactly the same pattern

we saw
in Kovin's laboratory.

It appears to be
a spontaneous response

which could have been caused

by the energy released
from the thoron weapon.

It doesn't matter.
Kovin is guilty.

Seven...

there's no doubt in my mind

that you believe
what you're saying,

but is it possible--
just possible--

that the memories you
and the Doctor recovered

aren't accurate?

How could that be?

During your time with the Borg,
you were subjected to invasive

medical procedures.

You undoubtedly witnessed
other victims

being assimilated.

Could that be
what you're remembering?

You know that's not right.

Tell them.

Everything led me to believe
that you were a victim.

Your extreme response
to Kovin in Engineering,

your irrational fear
when I was examining you...

something prompted that
behavior, and I believed

it was a repressed memory
of your ordeal

with Kovin.

That is what it was.

But if I'm to be impartial,
I have to acknowledge

that your neurology is still
something of a mystery to me.

I can't be certain
what triggered those memories.

And we can't ignore the fact

that this evidence
supports Kovin's story...

and not yours.

You were the one who helped me
to understand what happened

and now you're denying it.

Seven, no one's abandoning you,
but we have to do what's right.

We have to find Kovin
and tell him what we learned.

The Doctor told me
I would feel better

when Kovin gets
what he deserves.

I want him to be punished.

I won't settle
for anything less.

Mr. Paris.

He's in range.

Visual.

Hail him.

No response.

He's charging weapons.

Open a channel--
all frequencies.

Mr. Kovin,
this is Captain Janeway.

We believe we've made a mistake
in accusing you.

We only want to correct
the situation.

Stand down your weapons.

He's responding.

Stop your pursuit.

I can damage your ship.

We're not here
to take you by force.

Then let me go.

Kovin, listen to me.

The proceedings
must be resolved.

This is a trap.

No.

We've discovered information
that supports your story.

I don't believe you.

We've reexamined the evidence.

Finding the nanoprobes led us
to the wrong conclusion.

We know now that your thoron
rifle did overload.

Please...

He's firing a spread
of photon pulses.

Shields down to 82 percent.

Back off.

Give him some breathing room.

He's coming about,
heading right for us.

Direct hit to the power grid.

Innocent or not, he's going
to destroy your vessel.

Captain?

He's come under enough fire
from us already.

Harry, try to beam him
off his ship.

He's thrown up
a scattering field.

I can't get a lock.

Keep trying.

Shields are down.

He's shunting all power
to his photonic emitters.

We must protect ourselves.
Disable his ship.

No. Evasive maneuvers--
hard to port, full thrusters.

Aye.

I've almost got a lock on him--
a few more seconds.

He's charging weapons again.

Captain,
his emitters are overloading.

All his systems
are destabilizing.

Open a channel.

Kovin, shut down
your scattering field.

Let us beam you aboard.

Kovin!

He's firing.

Harry?!

I can't find anything
to lock on to, Captain.

There's nothing more
we could have done.

Stand down Red Alert.

Mr. Paris, set a course
back to the Entharan colony.

Chief Medical Officer's Log,
Stardate 51658.2.

I've spent the past three days
being cross-examined

by the Entharan authorities,

but the matter
is finally resolved.

Doctor.

Yes.

I'm here
for my weekly maintenance.

Oh, of course.

This way, please.

Metabolic rate is stable.

Electro-optic implant
is aligned.

Your blood pressure
is... slightly off

but within tolerance.

You're in perfect health.

See you next week.

I do not feel perfect.

What do you mean?

I am preoccupied
by Kovin's death.

Join the club.

It's all I can think about.

As a Borg, I was responsible

for the destruction
of countless millions

and I felt nothing,

but now...

I regret the destruction
of this single being.

It's called remorse, Seven.

It comes into play
when you make a mistake...

and you feel guilt
about what you've done.

Another new emotion
for you to experience.

I do not enjoy this remorse
any more than I enjoyed anger.

Will the feeling subside?

Yes... but not quickly.

I would rather not have to wait.

I'm afraid you don't
have much choice.

But maybe I do.

I've isolated the algorithms
responsible for my desire

to expand beyond
my original programming.

I want to delete them.

Why?

It was my... urge to experiment,

my infatuation
with improving myself

that led to this tragedy.

I fancied myself a psychologist,
a Ship's Counselor,

but I wasn't prepared
for the complexities that come

with such a responsibility.

In my enthusiasm
to help Seven of Nine,

I lost my medical objectivity.

I became
a self-righteous advocate.

I didn't stop to think
for one second

that I might be wrong.

That mustn't happen again.

You want to go back
to the state you were in

when we first activated you?

I'll still be capable

of treating
any and all medical conditions,

but without the risk
of overstepping my bounds.

It's for the best, Captain.

Oh, I'm not so sure.

This crew has benefited greatly

from your improvements
over the years.

Request denied.

- Captain...
- l won't turn back

the clock
because of one mistake...

no matter how serious...

and no matter
how you might feel.

I'm a physician.

I'm supposed to preserve life,
not destroy it.

I can't live with the thought
that... I might do it again.

With any luck...

that knowledge will prevent it
from happening again.

We all rallied around Seven,
Doctor, myself included.

I wanted her to know that she
was part of this family,

that we would support her,
fight for her no matter what.

We let our good intentions
blind us.

We all bear responsibility
for Kovin's death...

and we all have to live with it.

But to delete that burden

would be the last thing
any of us should do.