All language subtitles for Star Trek - Voyager - S04E26 - Hope and Fear.en

Full impact.

Final round to Janeway.

Winner: Janeway.

Good game.

For you.

Oh, come on, Seven.

You won four out of ten rounds.

Nothing to be ashamed of.

On the contrary.

I have superior visual
acuity and stamina.

I should've won every round.

Well, Velocity is more
than a test of stamina.

It's a game of wits.

You are a frustrating opponent.

During the final round
after you dropped your phaser,

you did not even look
at the disk.

And yet you were able
to acquire the target.

Intuition.

Intuition is a human fallacy--

the belief that you can
predict random events.

Oh, belief had nothing
to do with it.

At some level,
conscious or otherwise,

I was aware of several factors--

the trajectory of the disk
after I hit the wall,

the sound it made on its return

and the shadow it cast
on the holo-grid.

Intriguing, but implausible.

I won, didn't 1?

Thanks for the match.

I wish to play again.

Not today.

You are fatigued

and concerned
that I will defeat you.

Tired, yes; concerned, no.

Computer, begin first round.

Belay that command.

Seven, try to be a sport.

Game's over.

Captain's Log, Stardate 51978.2.

It's been

five months since we received

the encoded message
from the Alpha Quadrant.

We know that the transmission
was from Starfleet Command,

but we still can't decrypt it.

B'Elanna thinks
it's a lost cause,

that too much
of the datastream

has been destroyed,
but I haven't given up.

I keep hoping inspiration
will strike... somehow.

Good morning.

What time is it?

0500.

Oh!

Well, then good morning.

I just heard
from Tom and Neelix.

They're about to leave
the trading colony.

Any luck?

According to Tom, the shuttle's
so loaded down with supplies

he won't make half impulse.

Neelix is asking permission

to bring one of the locals
on board.

He's been very helpful,
and Neelix wants to repay him

by giving him passage
to the next system.

Permission granted.

You might want
to grab some sleep.

We've got a big day ahead.

I will in a while.

Still hunting
for buried treasure.

We've found the treasure.

I just can't pick the lock.

I've tried
over 50 decryption algorithms.

Every time I piece together
a data block,

ten more come unraveled.

What did Starfleet send us?

A map?
The location of a wormhole?

If I could decode this
today, Chakotay,

we could be home tomorrow.

Then again, it could be
Admiral Chapman's recipe

for the perfect pound cake.

I've been pinning
our hopes on this message,

but I'm starting to wonder.

One way or another,
we've got to find out.

I'll talk to B'Elanna.

You could enlist Seven of Nine.

Hmm...

She should have a few Borg
algorithms up her sleeve...

if she's in the mood.

Problems?

I don't know if she's restless
or if it's just me,

but we're butting heads
more than usual lately.

She seems to challenge
everything I say.

She's learned a lot from you
over the last year.

Maybe the pupil thinks
she's outgrowing the mentor.

Maybe.

Well, this mentor would like
another cup of coffee.

Will you join me?

Love to.

This goes to Engineering...

Sick Bay...

Storage.

I hope that's not going
to the Mess Hall.

I don't remember what this is.

Neelix!

Captain, this man is a genius.

I was trying to negotiate
with a xenon-based life-form

when the universal translator
went off-line.

Arturis here stepped in

and acted as
a perfect go-between,

and he'd never heard
either of our languages.

Oh, they were simple.

- Oh!
- No insult intended.

Neelix!

On my way.

If you two will excuse me.

Well, welcome to Voyager.

We may be
a linguistically simple folk,

but we're happy
to give you a ride.

Let's see if we can find you
some quarters.

Neelix was right.

Voyager is a welcoming place.

Well, we do our best.

I can't say I've ever met
a living universal translator.

Oh, my people have
a way with languages.

1, myself, know over 4,000.

And to think I still struggle
with basic Klingon.

You couldn't have heard Neelix
say more than a few phrases.

It was all I needed.

It was enough to grasp
the grammar and syntax.

Impressive.

Oh, not really.

It's a natural ability.

Some species are born with
great physical prowess,

others, like yours, with
a generosity of spirit.

My people can see patterns
where others see only confusion.

Is something wrong?

No.

Tell me...

how are you
at computational languages?

Algorithms?

Trinary syntax?

It's all the same to me.

I was wondering if you might
do us another favor.

You weren't exaggerating,
Captain.

This datastream
is badly damaged.

I'd like to see the entire
transmission again.

Are you... Borg?

Yes.

You're much more attractive
than the average drone.

I am no longer part
of the collective.

Ah! I see, I see.

I think I see the problem.

Well, may 1?

Please.

Have you encountered
his people before?

Species 116.

Is that what you call us?

Yes. The Borg has never
been able to assimilate them.

Not yet.

Seven...

Oh, it's all right, Captain.

The Borg collective
is like a force of nature.

You don't feel anger
toward a storm on the horizon.

You just avoid it.

Ah.

Here it is.

It's a simple matter

of extracting
the iconometric elements

and triaxilating
a recursion matrix.

Now, why didn't I think of that?

There's a great deal
of information here, Captain.

I think it might be useful
to utilize the other monitors.

You've done it.

Almost. I've reconstructed over
68 kiloquads of information,

but a lot of it
is still garbled.

What about that data block,
14-beta?

That part of the message
is too degraded to recover.

Captain, I've found
a spatial grid.

They've marked
a set of coordinates.

It's less than ten light-years
from here.

Maybe Starfleet wants us
to proceed to that location.

Maybe. There's only one way
to find out.

We're approaching
the coordinates.

Take us out of warp.
Scan the vicinity.

I am picking up a vessel.

On screen.

Identify.

Unless I am mistaken, Captain,
the warp signature is Starfleet.

I'll be damned.

They came through.

Tuvok?

Hailing them.

No response.

Life signs?

There is no organic
matter of any kind.

No sign of damage
to the outer hull.

Primary systems are on line,

including life support.

Something must have
happened to the crew.

The answer is somewhere
in that Starfleet transmission.

We need to finish decoding it.

May I call on your talents
again?

Of course.

Take an away team.

Secure the vessel.

Tom, Tuvok.

Captain, I won't pretend
to know you well,

but I am surprised
you're not more...

encouraged by this discovery.

I've learned to walk the line
between hope and caution.

We've had other opportunities
that didn't work out.

But I will admit,

I'm leaning toward hope
this time.

Wow.

Wow, indeed.

I've never seen
this kind of hull geometry.

Looks like they're taking
a whole new approach

to starship design.

The USS Dauntless.

Registry: NX01-A.

Launch date: 51472.

60,000 light-years
in three months.

I'm trying to access
the crew logs,

but there are none.

I don't think there was a crew.

This helm was set
for auto-navigation

to these coordinates.

It appears that Starfleet
has provided us with a new ship.

Let's not pack our bags
just yet.

I'd still like to know
how they...

I'm reading power fluctuations
in the warp core--

if you can call it a warp core.

I don't recognize
this engine configuration.

Let's go take a look.

I think we've found
our engine core.

Some kind of new warp drive?

It's not antimatter.

It's...

I don't know what it is.

They call this thing
a "quantum slipstream drive."

Quantum slipstream?

I've never seen that
in the engineering manuals.

The ship's powering up.

Auto-navigation is kicking in.

Bridge to Janeway.

The vessel's moving away
at high impulse.

I can't raise the away team.

Pursuit course, Ensign.

I can't shut down the drive!

Computer, disable propulsion!

Unable to comply.

Hang on!

Bridge to Janeway.

They're gone.

Look at this.

Energy from the quantum drive

is being routed
through the main deflector.

Is that what's creating
the slipstream?

It looks that way.

Fascinating.

Can you make it stop?

I'll try accessing
helm controls.

We're back in normal space.

Scan for Voyager.

No sign of them.

Commander...

we've traveled
over 15 light-years.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

After two days at high warp,

we've rendezvoused
with the Dauntless.

Arturis has helped us

reconstruct
most of the Starfleet message.

The pieces of this puzzle
are finally coming together.

Slipstream technology
is experimental and high risk,

but it's come a long way
in the past year.

We've conducted 47 trial runs,
all of them successful,

but each flight lasted
only five days.

In order to reach Earth,
you'd have to remain

at slipstream velocity
for a full three months.

Can your crew survive that long?

We believe they can,
and we encourage you to try.

Everything you'll need

is on the Dauntless--
power cells, supplies,

living quarters.

Safe journey.

We hope to see you soon.

Admiral Hayes.

Good man.

Fine officer.

Bit of a windbag.

Let's talk about the risk.
Doctor?

I've examined the away team
for signs of cell damage

or physiological stress--
nothing.

Their little joyride didn't
harm them in the slightest.

Long-term effects?

I'm running the medical
projections right now.

So far, the results
are encouraging.

And the Dauntless itself?

I'd say it's in pretty
good shape, considering.

I've been looking over

the primary systems:
helm, ops, tactical.

They're comparable to Voyager's,
but it's a lean ship, Captain--

no shuttlecraft,
only one transporter,

no holodecks, no replicators...

Well, Mr. Neelix, you may have
your work cut out for you.

Ready and willing, Captain.

So, what are we waiting for?

Your enthusiasm is premature.

Voyager is a proven vessel.

It would be reckless
to abandon it so quickly.

Come on, where's that
Borg spirit? We'll adapt.

My Borg spirit gives me
an objectivity you lack.

She has a point.

This would mean
leaving Voyager behind.

Is there any way we
could modify Voyager

to create a slipstream?

In theory, but I don't think
the ship

would hold up very long
under the quantum stresses.

Try to make the modifications.

If there's a way we can bring
Voyager along for the ride,

I'm all for it.

Harry, B'Elanna, I want you
to take an engineering team

down to the Dauntless.

Start working on a way

to shut down
the slipstream drive

- at a moment's notice.
- Aye, Captain.

Once we have
that safeguard in place,

we can start making
the test flights.

I want this entire crew

to familiarize themselves
with that ship.

See to it.

Dismissed.

Tuvok...

big day.

Indeed.

A way home.

We've been waiting
for this moment for years.

Why don't I feel
more enthusiastic?

Perhaps my mental discipline
is rubbing off on you.

Perhaps.

What do you think about
this little miracle of ours?

I share your concern
about the crew's safety.

We must take every precaution.

Somehow, I don't think
standard diagnostics

and security protocols

are going to make me
feel any better.

Captain?

All of this is just
a little too perfect.

The alien genius

with the answers to
all of our problems...

the message from Starfleet

telling us everything
we want to hear...

a starship delivered
to our doorstep...

What more could we ask for?

They even turned down the beds.

The only thing missing was
chocolates on the pillows.

It does seem convenient.

I can't put my finger on it,

but from the moment
this all started,

I sensed something was wrong.

It started when Arturis
boarded Voyager.

Exactly.

We'll proceed as planned,
but I want you to investigate

that ship from stem to stern
and keep an eye on our guest.

See if you can find
out more about him.

Understood.

Let's hope we're just suffering

from some good
old-fashioned paranoia.

Keep me posted.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

So far, the crew hasn't found
any evidence

to support my doubts
about Arturis.

Nevertheless,
I've told them to keep looking

and to keep their optimism
in check.

But that's one order

I don't expect them
to follow to the letter...

Daily Log, Seven of Nine,
Stardate 51981.6.

I've analyzed the quantum
slipstream technology

of the Dauntless.

It is similar to the transwarp
drive used by the Borg.

As a result, my expertise

will be crucial
to the mission's success.

Voyager's crew is counting
on that success,

but I find myself ambivalent,
so I am carrying out my...

Despite my apprehension,

I can't help but wonder
what I'll be doing

in three months' time--

still guiding Voyager
through the Delta Quadrant,

searching for a way home,

or looking up old friends
in Indiana?

If we do return to Sector 001,

will I adapt
to human civilization--

a single Borg among billions
of individuals?

Initiate emergency shutdown
on my mark.

Now.

Quantum field strength
down to 90 percent.

80 percent.

It's leveling off at 75.

We need to dampen the field
by at least 50 percent.

Try reversing
the quantum field polarities.

70 percent.

55...

49 percent.

We did it.

We've got our safety net.

One step closer to home.

Tuvok wants us to run
a metallurgical analysis

of the bulkheads to look
for anything unusual.

Thank you.

You two run the analysis.

I'll be on the Bridge
with Arturis.

Our resident genius said
he'd help me figure out

how to use
the control sequencers.

Lieutenant, you seem eager
to return to Earth.

"Eager."

I wouldn't go that far.

You were a member of the Maquis.

Starfleet Command will no doubt

hold you responsible
for a multitude of crimes.

You will find nothing on Earth
but adversity.

Well, that's looking
on the bright side.

Let's put it this way:

I'd rather
face the music at home

than spend the rest of my life
in the Delta Quadrant.

What about you?

Looking forward to seeing Earth?

No.

I'm not surprised.

You think people are going
to resent an ex-Maquis?

What about an ex-drone?

We'll be outcasts together.

I'm kidding, Seven.

It's a joke.

Work on that sense of humor.

It'll help you
make friends on Earth.

Seven, can you give
me a hand down here?

I'm picking up
an anomalous energy surge.

There are no power conduits
running through this section.

Believe me, Seven, one look
at that big, blue marble

and you'll fall in love.

It's got just about every
ecosystem you can think of

and hundreds of different
humanoid species live there:

Vulcans, Bolians, Ktarians...

if you like Ktarians.

And there are several other
planets to choose from.

If you will excuse me, Ensign,

I must speak to the Captain.

Seven.

For what it's worth,

it won't be the same
without you.

Kim to Tuvok.

Tuvok here.

I'm on the Dauntless
in the Engine Room,

and I found something
that qualifies as unusual.

I'll be right there.

Computer, display data block
14-beta, auxiliary display.

Seven, I could use your help.

I'm trying to reconstruct
the last fragment

of the Starfleet message.

Arturis said it was
irreparably damaged.

I know, but I think
he gave up too easily.

Intuition.

It's intuition if I'm right.

I've designed
a new decryption algorithm.

Let's give it a try.

Captain...

1 will not be going with you
to the Alpha Quadrant.

I can understand
your reluctance.

It's been hard enough

dealing with a crew
of 150 individual humans.

The prospect of an entire planet
must be overwhelming.

I am not overwhelmed.

I simply do not wish
to live among humans.

Well, whether you like it
or not, you're one of us.

You've come a long way
from that drone

who stepped out of a Borg
alcove nine months ago.

Don't turn your back
on humanity now,

not when you're about to
take your biggest step--

Earth...

your home.

I may have come a long way,

but not in the direction
you think.

You've attempted
to influence my development.

You exposed me to your culture,
your ideals.

You hoped to shape me
in your own image,

but you have failed.

You may have noticed
our tendency to disagree.

Oh, I've noticed.

Then you must also recognize
that I do not share your values.

Your desire to explore space
is inefficient.

Your need for familial
connections is a weakness.

Your infatuation with this
planet is irrational.

I won't argue
that you've turned out

differently than I expected,

and that we often have
conflicting points of view.

But right now,
the stakes are higher.

This crew needs your expertise.

Abandon them,
and you diminish their chances

- of getting home.
Irrelevant.

No, it's not.

We've given you a lot, Seven.

It's time you gave
something in return.

I have... on many occasions.

Now I refuse.

What would you do,
go back to the collective?

I don't know.

Then what exactly
do you have in mind?

I don't know.

That's my point.

You're asking me
to cast you adrift

in the Delta Quadrant,
alone and without support.

I wouldn't grant that request
to any member of this crew,

because it's too dangerous.

I will survive.

On what, Borg perfection?

Precisely.

I don't buy it.

This isn't about
your independence,

your superiority.

This is about your fear.

You're not making this choice

because you've
outgrown humanity.

I think you're afraid
to go back to Earth.

The algorithm's working.

It's reconstructing
the data block.

That's strange.

I thought

we already recovered
this part of the message.

Perhaps it is an addendum
from the Admiral.

You did designate him a windbag.

Oh, I don't think so.

The data index doesn't match.

This is a completely
different message.

Apologies from everyone
at Starfleet Command.

We've had our best people
working around the clock

trying to find a wormhole,

a new means of propulsion--
anything to get you back home.

But despite our best efforts...

I know it's not
what you were hoping.

But we have sent you
all the data

we've collected
on the Delta Quadrant.

With any luck, you'll find
at least some part of it useful,

maybe enough to shave
a few years off your trip.

Safe journey.

We hope to see you soon.

Your intuition was correct.

Unfortunately.

Arturis must have
created a false message.

It sure as hell looks that way.

Janeway to Tuvok.

Yes, Captain.

My suspicions
have been confirmed.

Arturis tampered
with Starfleet's message.

The Dauntless isn't
what it appears to be.

I agree.
We've discovered

alien technology
behind a bulkhead

in Engineering.

I can't identify it.

Where's Arturis now?

On the Dauntless Bridge,
working with Lieutenant Torres.

Go to the Bridge,
but don't tip our hand.

I'll be there with a full
security team within minutes.

Understood.

Let's get weapons.

Don't touch that!

You almost kicked us
into slipstream drive.

Oh. I wouldn't want to do that.

Ku cha mee-roch.

No problem.

You speak Klingon.

I do now.

Your Captain was kind enough

to let me review
your linguistic database.

I only speak
a few phrases myself.

Oh, a shame.
It's a robust language.

A little too robust for me.

Evacuate the repair teams.

Captain?

Do it.

Explain yourself.

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

You fabricated the message
from Starfleet.

I recovered
the real transmission--

the one you said
was irreparably damaged.

That's absurd.

Starfleet didn't send us
this vessel.

And you're not here to help.
Is this your ship?

Please, I... stay calm.

There must be an explanation.

I tried to ignore my gut
feelings, because I got

carried away with the excitement
of getting home.

But you preyed on that,
didn't you?

You took advantage of our hopes,
and now I want to know why.

believe that there is
a threat here, Captain.

But not from me.

I didn't feel it was my place
to make accusations,

but I saw her reconfigure
several key algorithms

two days ago
in the Astrometrics Lab.

And it seemed obvious

she must have been tampering
with the Starfleet message.

You are lying.

She's been sabotaging

your every effort
to reach Earth.

You don't have to believe me,
Captain.

You can find
all the evidence you need

in her personal database.

Evidence you undoubtedly
put there yourself,

just in case you got caught.

Take him to Voyager.

Throw him in the brig.

Janeway to Voyager.
Beam us out of here.

He's trying to deflect
our transporters.

Stand by.

I've got everyone
but Seven and the Captain.

He's found a way to block
their transport.

The ship's going
into slipstream mode.

Pursuit course.

We lost them, Commander.

Tom, bring the warp core
modifications on line.

We're going after them.

Sir, we haven't even had
a trial run yet.

There's no time
like the present.

Where are you taking us?

Home.

How'd you create
the Starfleet Bridge?

Holograms?

Particle synthesis.

Beyond your understanding.

Is this what your people do?

Prey on innocent ships?

"Innocent."

Typical of Captain Janeway--
self-righteous.

If I've offended you
or your people in some way,

please tell me.

Diplomacy, Captain?

Your diplomacy
destroyed my world!

What? What are you saying?

You negotiated an agreement

with the Borg collective--

safe passage through their
space, and in return,

you helped them defeat
one of their enemies.

Species 8472.

In your colorful language, yes--
Species 8472.

Did it ever occur to you
that there were those of us

in the Delta Quadrant with
a vested interest in that war?

Victory would have meant
annihilation of the Borg,

but you couldn't see
beyond the bow of your own ship!

In my estimation,

Species 8472 posed
a greater threat than the Borg.

Who were you
to make that decision--

a stranger to this Quadrant?

There wasn't exactly time
to take a poll.

I had to act quickly.

My people managed to elude
the Borg for centuries--

outwitting them,
always one step ahead.

But in recent years, the Borg
began to weaken our defenses.

They were closing in,

and Species 8472 was
our last hope to defeat them.

You took that away from us!

The outer colonies
were the first to fall--

23 in a matter of hours.

Our sentry vessels tossed aside.

No defense against the storm.

And by the time they had
surrounded our star system--

hundreds of cubes--

we had already surrendered
to our own terror.

A few of us managed to survive--
ten, 20,000.

I was fortunate.

I escaped with a vessel,
alone... but alive.

I don't blame them.

They were just drones,

acting with
their collective instinct.

You!

You had a choice!

I am sorry for what happened
to your people,

but try to understand.

I couldn't have known.

It took me months to find you.

I watched and waited
for my opportunity

to make you pay
for what you'd done.

Then the Starfleet message.

And I knew that your selfish
desire to get home

would surface again,

that I could lure you
to this vessel,

that I could see to it
that you'd all be assimilated

and spend the rest
of eternity as Borg!

I was hoping to get
your entire crew,

but I'll settle
for the two of you.

In a matter of hours,

this ship will return
to my homeworld...

inside Borg space.

When that happens, you will
be assimilated, as well.

That's irrelevant.

This is what you wanted
all along, isn't it?

To go back to your collective?

You should thank me.

Report.

We're at full impulse,

but we're not breaking through
the quantum barrier.

I'm having trouble controlling
the field parameters.

I need more power
to the deflector.

Bridge to Torres.

I'm already on it,
Commander. Stand by.

Reroute auxiliary power
to deflector control.

Make sure that quantum
warp field is stable.

Aye, Lieutenant.

Deflector at maximum.

I'm focusing the quantum field.

Make it quick.

Hull temperature's at critical.

We're at slipstream velocity.

Structural integrity
is down by nine percent.

We've got less than an hour

before the hull
starts to buckle.

I've located their slipstream.

I'm aligning ours to match.

We're right behind them.

How far behind?

Just a few minutes.

Is there any way
to increase our speed?

None.

We're at maximum.

Maintain course.

If I know the Captain,

she's already got a plan.

Any ideas?

Not presently.

We better think of something.

We come face-to-face
with your former family

in less than an hour,

and that's one reunion
I'd like to miss.

Unless, of course,
you're looking forward

to rejoining the collective.

I do not believe I am.

Not the ringing opposition

I was hoping for,
but I'll take it.

A drone could walk
through this force field

like it was thin air.

Is there enough Borg technology

left in your body
to let it adapt?

If I activate
the appropriate nanoprobes,

I could alter
my bioelectric field.

However, I would need to
adjust my cranial implant.

Would a microfilament
do the trick?

It might.

Then let's get you one.

Once you get outside,
access that control panel

and disable the force field.

Then we'll try
to reach the engine room.

And employ the emergency
shutdown procedure.

Sufficient.

You will need

to cross-link the third
and sixth nodules.

Déja vu.

Captain?

If I recall,

this is where
our relationship began

in a brig nine months ago.

I severed you
from the collective,

and you weren't exactly
happy about it.

No, I was not.

In case I never get
a chance to say this...

I realize that I've been
hard on you at times,

but it was never out of anger

or regret that
I brought you on board.

I'm your Captain.

That means I can't always
be a friend.

Understand?

No.

However, if we are assimilated
our thoughts will become one,

and I'm sure I will
understand perfectly.

A joke, Captain.

You yourself have encouraged
me to use my sense of humor.

Well, it's nice to know

you've taken some
of my advice to heart.

You were correct, Captain.

Hmm?

My desire to remain
in the Delta Quadrant

was based on fear.

I am no longer Borg,

but the prospect
of becoming human is...

unsettling.

I don't know where I belong.

You belong with us.

The adaptations are complete.

We're in business.

I can't initiate
the emergency shutdown.

Our commands are being
blocked from the Bridge.

He's detected us.

The ship's velocity
has just increased.

At our present speed,

we will enter Borg space
in less than 12 minutes.

Do we still have access
to the power distribution grid?

Yes.

If we can't throw on the brakes,
let's swerve the wheel.

Send a power surge
into the starboard thrusters.

The torsional stress
at these speeds

could tear the ship apart.

It's either that
or join the hive. Do it.

If we're still in one piece,

try to gain control
of navigation.

I'll be on the Bridge.

We have a game of Velocity

scheduled for tomorrow,
Holodeck One.

I expect you
to keep the appointment.

Aye, Captain.

Sorry about the bumpy ride.

You can slow this ship down,

but you can't stop it.

In four minutes,
Captain Janeway will be gone,

and a new drone will be born.

Don't count on it.

Seven of Nine has accessed
your navigational systems.

You taught us
how to use this ship

a little too well.

I can't begin to imagine
your loss,

but try to see beyond
your desire for revenge.

Revenge is all I have left.

No, no. As long as you're
alive, there's hope.

Your people's accomplishments

their knowledge, their
dignity can survive in you.

End this.

I've just destroyed
the navigational controls.

No one can stop this ship now,

not even me.

Two minutes to Borg space.

Direct hit.

The vessel's shields are down.

Transporter standing by.

Get a lock on our people.

Voyager.

Come with me.

It's not too late.

It is for you.

I've got them, Commander --
Transporter Room Two.

Alter our slipstream,
hard starboard.

Take us back the way we came.

We are the Borg.

You will be assimilated.

Resistance is futile.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

We remained in the quantum
slipstream for an hour

before it finally collapsed.

Our diagnostics have concluded

that we can't risk
using this technology again,

but we did manage to get
300 light-years closer to home.

Full impact.

Final round to Janeway.
Winner: Janeway.

Nice play.

You almost had me.

Almost.

Go again?

I must report
to the Astrometrics Lab.

There is work to be done.

Work? I gave the crew strict
orders to take some R&R

over the next few days,
and that includes you.

There are more pressing needs.

I am attempting to design
another method of traveling

at slipstream velocities
without damaging Voyager.

I thought that was impossible.

"Impossible" is a word
that humans use far too often.

I wish to continue my efforts.

A few days ago,
you were ready to abandon ship,

and here you are, practically
laying in a course to Earth.

As we approached Borg space,
I began to reevaluate my future.

The prospect
of becoming a drone...

was unappealing.

Sometimes you've
got to look back

in order to move forward.

Sounds to me

like you're starting
to embrace your humanity.

No...

but as I said,
nothing is impossible.

Computer...

one more game.