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0600 hours.

Regeneration cycle complete.

Daily Log, Seven of Nine,
Stardate 15781.2.

Today Ensign Kim and I

will conduct
a comprehensive diagnostic

of the aft sensor array.

I have allocated three hours,
20 minutes for the task

and an additional 17 minutes

for Ensign Kim's usual
conversational digressions.

I am scheduled to take

a nutritional supplement
at 1500 hours,

engage in one hour
of cardiovascular activity,

then I intend to review a text
the Doctor recommended

entitled A Christmas Carol.

He believes it will have
educational value.

End log.

I'll get this.

Don't give me
any hints.

I have no intention
of doing so.

Ensign.

Hi, Seven.

Are you ready to begin

our sensor diagnostic?

Is it 0600 already?

We've been playing
all night.

Vulcan kal-toh.

For a game of logic,

you'd be surprised at
how addictive it is.

Give me a few more minutes
to figure this out.

You should attend
to your duties, Ensign.

I'll accept your forfeit.

No way.

This is the closest
I've ever come to beating you

and I'm not giving up now.

Ahh...

Impressive.

Elementary
spatial harmonics.

Are you ready now?

Yeah. Sure.

I would have
gotten that.

Is there anything
you don't know?

I was Borg.

"l was Borg."

That's what you always say.

But what does it mean?

You have the knowledge
of 10,000 species in your head?

Not exactly.

Each drone's experiences

are processed by
the collective.

Only useful information
is retained.

Still, that
probably makes you

the most intelligent
human being alive.

Probably.

So what do you need
the rest of us for?

Forget I asked.

What was that?

We just dropped out of warp.

What's the problem?

We were hit
by some kind of shock wave.

Source?

Checking.

Hold on.

I just lost
all my sensor readings.

The computer is bringing up
some kind of message,

but I can't access it.

You better take a look at this.

I can see it.

What is it?

I have no idea.

My command codes aren't working.

The computer says
I have insufficient clearance

to access the message.

We can't function like this.

I'm going to get Harry up here
to trace the source.

Don't do anything.
I'll take care of this.

Send all sensor data
about the particle wave

to my ready room.

Tom, disengage engines
and hold position here.

Captain...

what's going on?

I can't explain right now.

Don't discuss any of this
with the rest of the crew.

I'l have further instructions
for you soon.

Computer, seal the doors
to this room.

No entry
without my authorization.

Doors are sealed.

Access secured data file:
Omega one.

Voiceprint confirmed.

State clearance code.

Janeway-one-one-five-three-red,
clearance level 10.

Confirmed.

Sensors have detected
the Omega phenomenon

within 1.2 light-years
of this vessel.

Implement the Omega Directive
immediately.

All other priorities
have been rescinded.

Display sensor data.

I've been informed this is
a highly classified mission.

Information will be provided
on a need-to-know basis--

Captain's orders.

Classified? By who?

We're 60,000 light-years
from Starfleet.

Like I said,
need-to-know.

B'Elanna, she wants
you to install

multiphasic shielding
around the warp core.

I've never seen
this shield configuration.

I'd like to run a couple
of computer simulations

- to make sure it's stable.
- No time.

She needs this
done by 1100 hours.

11007? I don't think
that's possible.

Make it possible.

Are we attempting
to protect

the core from some form
of subspace radiation?

I don't know
any more than you do.

It will be difficult

to complete the task,
without more data.

The data you've got
will have to do.

Tom, start modifying
a shuttlecraft

to withstand extreme

thermal stress--
12,000 Kelvins at least.

Aye, sir.

Does all this have
anything to do

with that secret message
that the Captain received?

What have
you heard?

Rumors, mostly.

Janeway's been locked
in her ready room

for the last 16 hours...

something about
an Omega Directive.

Omega?

Ring a bell?

Look, the speculation
ends right here.

Now, I expect you
to carry out your assignments

with a minimum of gossip,
understood?

I know it's hard
not to wonder.

Frankly, I'm
curious myself,

but the Captain was
very adamant about this.

Get going.

The Captain
wants to see you.

I thought she might.

Come in.

What do you know about
the Omega Directive?

Everything you do,
most likely.

I thought as much.

The Borg assimilated
Starfleet Captains.

You would possess
all of their knowledge.

That's correct.

Do you intend
to carry out the Directive?

Yes.

Then sensors have detected
the molecule.

So it would appear,
but we have to confirm it.

"We"?

You're going to help me
carry out the Directive.

Protocol forbids me

from discussing this mission
with any of my crew,

but since you
already know about it,

my choice is
to either work with you

or... confine you
to quarters.

Perhaps you should
do the latter.

1 will not help
you destroy Omega.

It should be harnessed.

That's impossible.

The Borg believe
otherwise.

Explain.

On one occasion,
we were able

to create a single
Omega molecule.

We kept it stable

for one-trillionth
of a nanosecond

before it destabilized.

We didn't have enough
boronite ore left

to synthesize more, but
the knowledge we gained

allowed us to...
refine our theories.

The Borg have
been waiting

for the chance
to test them out.

Yes.

But we never found
another source of the ore...

until now.

Sorry...

but if someone out there is
experimenting with Omega,

I'm under orders
to stop them.

Otherwise, this entire
Quadrant would be at risk.

Those orders are the result

of Starfleet's ignorance
and fear.

I can alleviate your ignorance.

As for your fear...

Sometimes fear

should be respected, Seven.

Tell me...

how many Borg were sacrificed
during this experiment?

29 vessels, 600,000 drones,
but that is irrelevant.

Not to me, not to my crew,

and not to the people
who live in this Quadrant.

I'm going to neutralize
this threat, Seven,

with or without your help.

1 will assist you.

You will?

I have waited many years

to observe
this molecule firsthand.

1 will not deny myself
that experience.

All right.

Go back to your cargo bay.

Assemble all the data
you have about Omega.

I'll expect a report
within the hour.

I didn't realize you had

such a strong
scientific curiosity.

Not curiosity...

desire.

Desire?

Omega is infinitely complex,
yet harmonious.

To the Borg,
it represents perfection.

I wish to understand
that perfection.

The Borg's Holy Grail.

Captain?

Never mind.

I'll see you in an hour.

Arithrazine? What for?

I'm going on an
away mission.

What are you
planning to do--

stroll through
a supernova?

Something like that.

20 milligrams-- when
can you have it ready?

Captain, arithrazine is used

for the most severe cases
of theta

radiation poisoning.

A physician must be present
to monitor the treatment.

That won't be possible.

Then I'm afraid
I can't accommodate you.

I'd be in violation
of Starfleet medical protocols.

Well, I'm overriding
those protocols.

Don't tell me--

"The Omega Directive,"
whatever that might be.

The arithrazine, Doctor.

It'll be ready in the morning.

Have it sent to the shuttle bay.

Captain, I don't know
what's going on here,

but I'd hate this to be
the last time I ever see you.

Please be careful.

I will.

I've analyzed the sensor logs
using Borg algorithms.

The shock wave we detected
indicates not one

but possibly hundreds
of Omega molecules.

Location?

Within ten light-years.

I'm having
difficulty isolating

the exact star system.

Hundreds of molecules.

That changes everything.

A shuttle mission
may be insufficient.

We require the resources
of this entire crew.

We're going to need
more firepower,

more protection.

Transfer your data
to the Astrometrics Lab.

I'll work
on it there.

Calibration complete.

Phase modulator.

Detonator circuits?

On standby.

We're ready to load
the gravimetric charge.

This looks like enough
for a 50-isoton explosion.

54, to be exact.

What are we planning to do,
blow up a small planet?

I don't know.

This warhead isn't
standard issue.

Who designed it, the Captain?

Mr. Kim, you ask

too many questions.

Change of plans, gentlemen.

Increase the charge
to 80 isotons.

Aye, Captain.

Harry, when you're done here,

give B'Elanna a hand
with the shuttlecraft.

She's reinforcing the hull.

Right.

Ensign Hickman thinks
it's Species 8472.

Pardon me?

That's his theory.

There's an opening
in fluidic space

and Captain Janeway
has to shut it down.

Want to know what I think?

No.

I think there's
a type-6 protostar out there

and the Captain's planning
on detonating it

and opening up a wormhole

to the Alpha Quadrant.

In theory,
it's possible.

And because she doesn't
want to get her hopes up,

she's not telling anybody.

Then I wouldn't suggest
getting your hopes up.

Then what do you think it is?

I do not engage

in idle speculation.

Oh, come on, Tuvok.

Aren't you curious?

Yes, but we have a task at hand.

The phase modulator.

Come in.

Status report.

Everything's going
according to schedule.

Good.

The Omega Directive doesn't
allow me to say much,

but I want you to
know what to expect.

At 0600 hours,
I'll be leaving

in a shuttle with
Seven of Nine.

Would it be out of line
to ask where you're going?

I can tell you this.

One of two things
is going to happen.

Either Seven and I will
succeed on our mission

and return within
a few days,

or your long-range
sensors will detect

a large explosion
in subspace.

If that occurs, you'll
have less than ten seconds

to jump to warp and
get the hell out of here.

Head for the Alpha Quadrant
and don't look back. Understood?

I always thought that Starfleet

was run
by duty-crazed bureaucrats,

but I find it hard to believe
that even they

would order a Captain
to go on a suicide mission.

This shuttle excursion
is your idea, isn't it?

Let's just say
I've had to amend the Directive,

given the circumstances.

But you have your orders
and I expect you to follow them.

That's expecting a lot.

You're asking me to abandon
my Captain and closest friend

without even telling me why.

If it were
a simple matter of trust,

I wouldn't hesitate to tell you.

But we've encountered situations

where information
was taken from us by force.

I can't allow knowledge of Omega
to go beyond Voyager.

That's a reasonable argument,

but you're not always
a reasonable woman.

You're determined
to protect this crew

and this time,
you've taken it too far.

A dangerous mission--
fine, I'll acknowledge that--

but isn't it more
likely to succeed

with everyone behind you,
working together?

Ordinarily, I'd agree,

but this Directive was issued
many years ago.

Starfleet didn't exactly have
our predicament in mind, did it?

Lost in the Delta Quadrant
with no backup.

I can't ignore the orders,

but I won't ask the crew
to risk their lives

because of my obligation.

"My obligation."

That's where you're wrong.

Voyager may be alone out here,
but you're not.

Let us help you.

We'll keep
classified information

limited to the senior staff.

We'll take
every security precaution.

Just don't try to do this alone.

Assemble the troops.

If we were in
the Alpha Quadrant right now,

we wouldn't be having
this conversation.

I'd be in contact
with Starfleet Command

and they'd send in
a specialized team

to deal with the crisis.

In their absence, we're
going to have to make do

with the training
I've received

and the knowledge

Seven of Nine has
retained from the Borg.

You've all seen
this symbol.

Omega... the last letter
of the Greek alphabet--

chosen by Starfleet

to represent a threat
not only to the Federation

but to the entire galaxy.

Only starship captains
and Federation flag officers

have been briefed
on the nature of this threat.

What you're about to hear will
not go beyond these bulkheads.

Is that clear?

Good.

This is Omega.

A molecule?

Not just any molecule...

the most powerful substance
known to exist.

A single Omega molecule

contains the same energy
as a warp core.

In theory, a small chain of them
could sustain

a civilization.

The molecule was
first synthesized

over a hundred years ago

by a Starfleet physicist
named Ketteract.

I think he was hoping to develop
an inexhaustible power source.

Or a weapon.

Ketteract managed to synthesize

a single molecule particle
of Omega,

but it only existed
for a fraction of a second

before it destabilized.

This was a classified research
center in the Lantaru Sector.

Ketteract and 126

of the Federation's
leading scientists

were lost in the accident.

Rescue teams
attempting to reach the site

discovered an unexpected

secondary effect.

There were
subspace ruptures

extending out
several light-years.

The Lantaru Sector...

it's impossible to create
a stable warp field there.

You can only fly through
it at sublight speeds.

But I was always told that it
was a natural phenomenon.

You're saying it was caused

by a single molecule
of this stuff?

Omega destroys subspace.

A chain reaction
involving a handful of molecules

could devastate subspace
throughout an entire Quadrant.

If that were to happen,

warp travel
would become impossible.

Spacefaring civilization
as we know it

would cease to exist.

When Starfleet realized
Omega's power,

they suppressed
all knowledge of it.

Have you detected
Omega here

in the Delta Quadrant?

I'm afraid so.

I've been authorized to use

whatever means necessary
to destroy it.

Tom, I've calculated

the location of the molecules.

I'll transfer the coordinates
to the helm.

Take us there at full impulse.

Aye, Captain.

I don't have to tell you
what's at stake.

If a large-scale
Omega explosion occurs,

we will lose the ability
to go to warp forever.

We've got our work

cut out for us.

Captain's Log, supplemental.
Encrypt log entry.

We're approaching
the star system

where we believe
we'll find Omega.

I have to admit,
I've never been

this apprehensive
about a mission.

I know how Einstein must have
felt about the atom bomb,

or Marcus when she developed
the Genesis Device.

They watched helplessly
as science

took a destructive course,

but I have the chance
to prevent that from happening.

I just hope it's not too late.

Status report?

This is a harmonic
resonance chamber.

The Borg designed it
to contain and stabilize Omega.

I thought I asked you to
work on the photon torpedo.

The torpedo may be
insufficient.

I can modify this chamber
to emit an inverse frequency.

It will be enough to dissolve
Omega's interatomic bonds.

Here's to Borg ingenuity.

This is excellent
work, Seven.

We may need this.

The modifications require

several complex
calculations.

Assist me.

1 guess I will.

I'm curious...

when did the Borg
discover Omega?

229 years ago.

Assimilation?
Yes.

Of 13 different species.

Thirteen?

It began with Species 262.

They were primitive,
but their oral history

referred to
a powerful substance

which could "burn the sky."

The Borg were intrigued...
which led them to Species 263.

They, too, were primitive

and believed it was a drop
of blood from their creator.

Fascinating.

Yes, but irrelevant.

We followed this trail of myth
for many years

until finally
assimilating a species

with useful scientific data.

We then created
the molecule ourselves.

Omega caused
quite a stir

among my own species.

Federation cosmologists
had a theory--

that the molecule
once existed in nature...

for an infinitesimal period
of time

at the exact moment
of the big bang.

Some claimed Omega
was the primal source of energy

for the explosion
that began our universe.

A creation myth, like any other.

Perhaps.

What is it the Borg say?

That Omega is perfect?

Yes.

Is that a theory or a belief?

Bridge to Captain.

Go ahead.

We're approaching
the coordinates.

I'm on my way.

I'm leaving this project
in your hands.

Use whatever resources
and personnel you need.

Understood.

We've entered a
planetary system.

Inhabited?

There's a pre-warp
civilization

on the outermost planet.

The source of Omega
seems to be further in.

The damage to subspace
in this region is extreme.

We won't be able
to go to warp.

We are encountering distortions.

Track their origin.

An M-Class moon.

We're in visual range.

On screen.

There is a subnucleonic reaction

occurring
in the upper atmosphere.

It is apparently emanating

from a structure
on the moon's surface.

Can your sensors
penetrate the atmosphere?

Stand by.

My God.

Over 300,000

square kilometers...
destroyed.

Scan the structure.

Are there any Omega
molecules remaining?

I can't tell.

Several sections of the outpost
are still shielded.

I'm detecting life signs.

How many?

A few dozen, maybe.

It's hard to get
a clear reading.

Harry, can we transport
to the surface?

I can get you there,

but conditions in the structure
aren't good.

There are high levels
of radiation.

Tuvok...

assemble a rescue team

and have them report to Sick Bay
for arithrazine inoculations.

Tell the Doctor to
prepare for casualties.

Tom, move Voyager
into a high orbit

and then join
the away team.

We'll need a field medic.

Yes, ma'am.

You're going with them?

If Omega's still down there,
I have to find it.

I'll keep an open com-link
with the ship.

You have the Bridge.

I'm picking up
Omega's resonance frequency.

It's here,
but I can't pinpoint a location.

I need to ask you questions

about the experiments
you've been conducting here.

There was... an accident.

We lost containment.

The substance you were
trying to create--

did any of it
survive the explosion?

Yes.

Where?

Inside the primary
test chamber.

- Who are you?
- Captain Janeway

of the Starship Voyager.

We're here to help you.

Away team to Voyager.
Two to beam

directly to Sick Bay.

Aye, Captain.

This door is solid duritanium

13 centimeters thick.

Can we get it open?

The duritanium
has melted

into the door frame.

We'll need to cut
through the metal with phasers.

Do it.

Captain...

I'd be negligent
if 1 didn't point out

that we are about to violate
the Prime Directive.

For the duration
of this mission,

the Prime Directive
is rescinded.

Let's get this over with.

Crewman Dell,
I'm assigning you a task

more suited
to your abilities.

Calibrate the ionic-pressure
seals on the observation ports.

Your new designation
is Three of Ten.

Yes, ma'am.

I've got more isolinear
processors for you to install.

Thanks,

but I need to get the power
relays on line first.

Are you sure
that's a good idea?

Ensign Wildman
was assigned to that.

This is ridiculous.

I'm not going
to waste time

just because Seven
wants to turn this team

into her own
private collective.

She says
it's more efficient.

Maybe for a
bunch of drones.

Six of Ten, this is
not your assignment.

Please, stop
calling me that.

You are compromising
our productivity.

I am reassigning you
to chamber maintenance.

Your new designation
is Two of Ten.

Wait a minute.
You're demoting me?

Since when do the Borg
pull rank?

A Starfleet protocol I adapted.

I find it most useful.

I'm glad you're not the Captain.

How's it coming?

The crew can be
quite efficient

when properly organized.

The harmonic chamber will be
completed within the hour.

Good.
I'll let the Captain know.

Has she
retrieved

any new data from the surface?

Not yet.

They're still trying to access

the primary test chamber.

Were there survivors?

A few. The Doctor's
treating them in Sick Bay.

Commander.

Seven's taking this
"hive mentality"

just a little too far.

Designated functions,
numbered drones...

I wouldn't be surprised

if she started plugging
us into alcoves.

When in the collective,
Harry... adapt.

Which of them is the
senior researcher?

This gentleman.
Why do you ask?

He has knowledge
I require.

He also happens to be
barely conscious.

Come back in an hour.

Unacceptable.

Unavoidable.

This is my Sick Bay.

The man needs to recover.

The Captain left me

in charge of our
efforts on Voyager.

I would be negligent

if l ignored a new
source of information.

Our next social skills
seminar is entitled

"Adding Diplomatic Flair
to Future Negotiations."

How are you feeling, sir?

Better. Thank you.

Are you comfortable enough
to speak with this individual?

Keep it brief.

How many of the molecules
were you able

to synthesize?

200 million?

I'm not certain.

What is the iso-frequency
of your containment field?

1.68 terahertz.

We used the molecule's

own resonance
to calculate the field.

That should've been enough
to stabilize them.

Obviously it wasn't.

Obviously,
but your approach is innovative.

Perhaps I can adapt your
technique and improve upon it.

You will assist me.

Our equipment was destroyed.

If you can transfer
the molecules to your ship...

maybe they can be saved.

I have no intention
of saving them.

What?

My orders are to destroy
the Omega molecules.

This is my life's work...
the salvation of my people.

Will you assist me or not?

Our resources are nearly gone.

The future of my people
depends on this discovery!

Then your answer is no.

Small-minded creatures.

You destroy whatever
you don't understand!

Rescue ships are on the way.

They won't let you do it.

Please, try
to be calm.

Seven, you'll
have to leave.

You don't realize
what you're doing.

You don't know what this is...
what this means...

On the contrary.

I understand perfectly.

We've disabled
the locking mechanism.

Narrow your phaser beams to
cut through the inner seal.

Inadvisable.

We'd risk penetrating
the containment field.

Then we'll have to use
some elbow grease.

Give me a hand.

Oh.

Right.

There's enough here
to wipe out subspace

across half the Quadrant.

I'll order the away
teams back to Voyager,

and target this facility
with a gravimetric charge.

It won't be enough.

We'll have to go
with our Borg option.

Ensign.

Yes, Captain.

Return to the ship.

Tell Commander Chakotay

to help Seven complete
the harmonic chamber.

We'll have to transport Omega
directly to the ship.

That means finding a way

to shut down
this containment field.

It's unfortunate
we can't study

this phenomenon
in more detail.

We may not have the
opportunity again.

Let's hope we never do.

A curious statement
from a woman of science.

I'm also a woman who
occasionally knows when to quit.

Take another look
at your tricorder.

Omega's too dangerous.

I won't risk half the Quadrant
to satisfy our curiosity.

It's arrogant
and it's irresponsible.

The final frontier
has some boundaries

that shouldn't be crossed...

and we're looking at one.

We don't need to destroy
the molecules.

I believe I've found a way
to stabilize them.

The alien in Sick Bay
calibrated

his containment field using
Omega's own resonance--

an approach unknown
to the Borg.

I have modified
this chamber...

Those weren't
your orders.

The Captain wants
Omega eliminated.

That is still an option

if she insists on
yielding to her fear.

Show me what you've done.

This simulation
shows the molecules

in their free state,
highly unstable.

I've modified the chamber
to emit a harmonic wave form

that will dampen
the molecules.

Looks great in theory,
but this is only a simulation.

How are you going to test it?

On Omega.

Bad idea.

One mistake and no one will
be around for a second try.

It will work.

Someday, maybe.

Hang on to your research.

For now, we stick to the plan.

Stand by to transport

the molecules into this chamber
and neutralize them as ordered.

I have been a member
of this crew for nine months.

In all of that time,

I have never made
a personal request.

I am making one now.

Allow me to proceed.

Please.

Why is this so important to you?

Particle zero-one-zero...

the Borg designation
for what you call Omega.

Every drone is aware
of its existence.

We were instructed
to assimilate it at all costs.

Itis...

perfection.

The molecules exist
in a flawless state--

infinite parts
functioning as one.

Like the Borg.

Precisely.

I am no longer Borg,

but I still need to understand
that perfection.

Without it, my existence
will never be complete.

Commander,
you are a spiritual man.

That's right.

If you had the chance to see
your God, your Great Spirit,

what would you do?

I'd pursue it...
with all my heart.

Then you understand.

I think I do.

I'll inform the Captain
of your discovery.

For now, her orders stand.

Thank you.

Set the confinement beam
to its narrowest dispersion.

Understood.

We'll target this facility
with the gravimetric torpedo.

If anything goes wrong
during transport,

that'll be our only hope.

Bridge to Janeway.

We've detected two ships
on an intercept course.

They're not responding to hails.

How long until they get here?

Less than four
minutes, Captain.

Stand by to transport

the molecules directly
to the harmonic chamber.

Understood.
Bridge to Cargo Bay.

Yes, Commander.

Seven, get ready.

We'll have to do this quickly.

That's not advisable.

We don't have a choice.

The alien ships
are on their way.

Then I recommend moving the ship

within 5,000 kilometers
of the surface.

That'll take us
right into the atmosphere.

With our shields down,
we won't be able to withstand

the thermal reaction
for more than a few seconds.

Then we'll only get one shot
at this.

Take us in.

Aye, sir.

Transporter status?

Targeting scanners are locked.

Captain, are you ready?

Pattern enhancers are active.

Do it.

We're 11,000 kilometers

from the surface.

If we get much closer,
we'll incinerate.

We're losing
structural integrity.

9,000 Kilometers.

We're close enough.

Energize.

Initiating transport.

The Omega molecules are stable.

Transport was successful.

I've got the away team
in Transporter Room 2.

Get us out of here,
maximum impulse.

Already on it.

How far away are those ships?

They're right on our tail.

We're heading
into an area of open space--

no indications of life
or any kind of technology.

We can carry out
the procedure

with no risk
to anyone else.

Except those two ships
behind us.

Can we stay
ahead of them?

Not for long.

How soon can we clear
the subspace ruptures

and go to warp?

Ten, maybe 15 minutes,

but those ships will catch up
to us before then.

Well, we have one advantage.
We've got Omega.

They won't risk
firing at us.

At least not until they've
run out of options.

That should
give us a chance

to neutralize
the molecules.

Captain, we might have
another problem.

Seven of Nine?

She's convinced she
can stabilize Omega.

I thought
we'd settled that question.

While you were on the surface,
she showed me

a pretty convincing simulation
of how it could be done.

I should've known
she wouldn't just let this go.

I'll be in Cargo Bay 2.

Seven, the procedure?

It's working.

11 percent Of the molecules
have already been neutralized.

Let's see if we can speed
up the process a little.

Did Commander Chakotay
tell you about my idea?

Yes.

Then you will allow me

to stabilize
the remaining molecules.

You know I can't do that.

Your Starfleet Directive
is no longer relevant.

I have found a way
to control Omega.

I don't care if you can
make it sing and dance.

We're getting rid of it.

A foolish decision.

Yes, but it's mine to make.
Now, step aside.

I could've done this
without your permission,

but I chose to follow
your command structure.

I should've made the attempt.

I still can.

But you won't.

You know I'm not trying to stop
you from finding perfection,

but I can't risk the
safety of this Quadrant.

Omega must end here.
We both know that.

Status?

18 percent.

This could take hours.

Can you increase the
harmonic resonance?

Yes, but it would rupture
the chamber.

How many molecules
would we neutralize?

40, 50 percent at best.

That's good enough.

Our torpedo
can take care of the rest.

Janeway to Bridge.

Chakotay here.

Chakotay, I want you
to clear Deck 4.

Put emergency force fields
around this section.

Prepare to decompress
Cargo Bay 2 on my command.

Understood.

Tuvok, load
the gravimetric torpedo.

Once we've jettisoned
the chamber, fire.

Aye, Captain.

Harmonic resonance to maximum.

Commander, they're
closing on us.

They're attempting

to stop us with a tractor beam.

Adjust shields to compensate.

They're hailing us.

On screen.

Disengage your engines

and prepare to be boarded.

I can't do that.

You've stolen our technology,

abducted our people.

Your people are safe.

They're receiving medical care.

I'll be glad to get them
back to you when this is over,

but we're keeping the molecules.

I won't allow this substance
to fall into enemy hands.

I'll destroy it first.

They're charging weapons.

You'll destabilize
the molecules.

We'll both
be destroyed.

Then return
our technology... now!

I'm sorry.
That's not possible.

Direct hit.
Shields down ten percent.

Evasive maneuvers.
Try to shake them off.

Harmonic resonance
at maximum, Captain.

The molecules?

80 percent remaining.

We need to get that
down to 60.

Any damage to our
power grid could

overload the chamber--
Omega would chain-react.

The same thought
crossed my mind.

Where are we now?

72 percent.

That's close enough.

Bridge, start
the decompression sequence.

Acknowledged.

What's wrong?
What's happening?

The molecules
are stabilizing.

What?

I've done nothing.

It's occurring
spontaneously.

That's impossible.

Decompression in 30 seconds.

Decompression in 25 seconds.

Seven, let's move!

Decompression in 20 seconds.

Seven.

Decompression in 16 seconds.

Decompression in ten seconds.

Tom, are we clear
of the subspace ruptures?

Almost.

I need maximum warp
within ten seconds

or we'll be stuck
at ground zero.

Yes, sir.

Decompression is complete.

The harmonic chamber
has been jettisoned.

Fire.

We made it.
We're at warp 1.

The alien ships?

Out of range.

Tuvok?

Sensors show no traces
of Omega molecules.

Mission accomplished.

Captain's Log,
Stardate 51793.4.

We've arranged
for our guests in Sick Bay

to be taken back
to their homeworld,

and we can finally
put this mission behind us.

This will be
my last encrypted log

concerning the Omega Directive.

The classified data files
will now be destroyed.

I wondered who was
running my program.

Master da Vinci doesn't like
visitors after midnight.

He protested.
I deactivated him.

What're you
doing here, Seven?

This simulation contains...
many religious components.

I was studying them

to help me understand
what I saw in Cargo Bay 2.

The data wasn't clear
on why Omega

stabilized in the last few
seconds, but chances are

it was simply a chaotic anomaly,
nothing more.

For 3.2 seconds...

I saw perfection.

When Omega stabilized,
I felt a curious sensation.

As I was watching it,
it seemed to be watching me.

The Borg have
assimilated many species

with mythologies to explain
such moments of clarity.

I've always dismissed
them as trivial.

Perhaps I was wrong.

If 1 didn't
know you better...

I'd say you just had
your first spiritual experience.