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Four of Twelve,
Subjunction of Unimatrix 525.

You have a disease.

You're one of many
with this sickness.

We want to cure you.

But we need a better way

to identify those
with the mutation.

Our testing method is too slow.

It could take centuries
to identify everyone.

Help me find the interlink
frequency that binds

all of you together.

Then we can put an end
to this,

quickly,

efficiently.

Comply.

I've disconnected you
from the hive mind.

You're alone.

I know how uncomfortable
that can be.

Tell me what I want to know,
then you can rejoin us.

I... don't... know.

You must remember something.

I don't... remember.

The frequency.

I don't remember!

Deactivate him.

Wait.

Dismantle him.

Bring me his cortical array.

That reminds me of the time

my mother caught me
feeding lerraberries

to my younger brother.

What's a lerraberry?

We'll save that for next time.

Until then.

Annika.

Another milestone.

You've had your first dream.

I felt awake.

Dreams can often seem
quite real.

Tell me more
about this forest.

It was... familiar.

Perhaps your unconscious mind

was drawing
on a childhood memory.

I spoke to someone.

He called me
by my human name.

Did you recognize him?

He seemed... familiar.

This could give us
a fascinating glimpse

into your unconscious mind.

Any one of those images

might have a symbolic meaning.

The mysterious stranger,
for example--

is he a father figure,
or does he represent

a repressed desire
for male companionship?

I don't wish to dream again.

Please repair
my cortical array.

This isn't
a malfunction, Seven.

It's a natural step
in your human development.

It might seem unsettling now,
but you'll get used to it.

Before you know it,

you'll look forward to climbing
into your alcove each night.

This will keep a record
of your REM cycles.

You're late, Mr. Paris.

Ma'am?

According to the ship's
chronometer,

by 22 seconds.

I'll make it up
at the end of my shift.

See that you do.

Take your station.

Open it.

That's an order.

Not only late
but improperly dressed.

That belongs
on your collar, Mr. Paris.

Allow me.

As ship's Captain,

I hereby reinstate you
to the rank of Lieutenant,

with all the privileges
and responsibilities therein.

Your performance on this ship
over the past year

has been exemplary.

I expect more of the same.

You won't be disappointed.

Congratulations...

Lieutenant.

I didn't notice a little box
on my chair.

Hiding a cake in the console?

Looks like a distress call.

Put it through.

I'm getting a carrier wave,

but no message.

Origin?

An asteroid,

approximately two light-years
from here.

Yellow Alert.

Set a course.

We're in range.

Drop to impulse.

On screen.

Magnify.

I am reading
artificial structures.

It's a colony of some kind.

Open a channel.

This is Captain Janeway
of the Starship Voyager.

We've received
your distress call.

Life signs?

None.

I'm detecting residual
weapons signatures.

They're Borg.

Any vessels?

One.

A cube at the edge
of this system.

Resume our previous course,
Mr. Paris. Warp 6.

Make a note
in the ship's record:

We responded to a distress call
at 0900 hours,

arrived at the colony
two hours later.

No survivors.

We don't know
who these people were,

but we know
the Borg destroyed them.

Come with me.

I'm regenerating.
This is only a dream.

You're not dreaming.

I brought you here.

This is Unimatrix Zero.

There is no Unimatrix Zero.

Who are you?

Five of Twelve--

Secondary Adjunct
of Trimatrix 942.

But when I'm here,
my name is Axum.

Axum.

Sound familiar?

Yes.

Good. It's starting
to come back to you.

Is anyone here?

Hello.

I think I'm lost.

I'm Axum.

This is Annika.

My father's ship
started shaking.

Men came aboard.

They looked like machines.

Will you help me find my father?

I'll see what I can do.

There are
other children here.

Would you like to meet them?

I just got here, too.

This environment
is intimidating,

but I believe it's safe.

He was just assimilated.

He's probably still
in a maturation chamber.

Are you telling me
this isn't a real place?

It's some kind of
virtual construct?

We come here during
our regeneration cycles.

We can exist
as individuals here.

Unimatrix Zero.

You used to come here,

before you escaped
the collective.

You have the recessive
mutation, too.

Don't you remember any of it?

No. What mutation?

Only one out of a million
drones has it.

Why did you
bring me here now?

The collective has
found a way to detect us.

It's a lengthy procedure,
but they've managed to identify

and deactivate nearly 200 of us
over the last few months.

It's only a matter of time
before they find enough of us

to isolate
the interlink frequency.

Once they've done that...

You can help us stop them.

Clarify.

We've designed a nanovirus

that should mask
the biochemical signature

of the mutation,
but we need someone

to release it into
the collective.

You're already on a Borg vessel.

Why don't you do it?

When we've completed
our regeneration cycles,

we have no memory
of this place.

But you're not a part of
the collective anymore.

You're our only connection
to the real world.

Scan the node
for residual harmonics.

It's a shame you're not alive
to experience disembodiment.

It's the epitome of perfection.

Give it to me.

We have isolated
the carrier band,

but it's useless to us
without the precise frequency.

We need additional data.

Two more of the mutations
have been discovered

in Spatial Grid 649.

Have their cortical nodes
removed and analyzed.

Bring me the results.

Unimatrix Zero is our sanctuary.

When we're here,
our thoughts are our own.

What was my function?

You're thinking like a Borg.

Our only function here
is to try and regain

a fragment of the lives we lost
when we were assimilated.

Mr. Axum?

Go introduce yourself.

They won't mind.

Hello.

- Do you want to play?
- Sure.

Siral. Over here.

- Ah.
- l was hoping you'd come.

It's great to see you.

It's always good to be back.

I want to introduce...

I remember him.

You were friends.

You knew a lot of people here.

You were part of our lives
for 18 years.

I'm willing to help...

but I can't do it alone.

I'm part of a starship crew now.

I'll have to inform my Captain.

I told you
not to bring her here.

We can't do this by ourselves.

It's too great a risk.

We don't have a choice.

You do not speak for all of us!

What would you rather do?

Have us wait until
we're all discovered?

You disappoint me.

Where's your warrior spirit?

pahtk!

I'll rip your heart out.

Go ahead.

Kill me.

I'll be back when I begin
my next regeneration cycle.

You can't stop me, Korok.

If you come here again...

you'll be putting
your starship at risk

and all of us as well.

Shouldn't you be off
sharpening your teeth?

I know you.

Your name is Laura.

You're human.

I was assimilated at Wolf 359.

It's good to see you again.

But you look out of place.

Your cybernetic implants...

Our Doctor was unable to remove
all of my Borg components.

You don't have
to look that way here.

My appearance is irrelevant.

No, it's not.

They may have turned
us into drones,

but they can't change
the essence of who we are.

My cycle is about to end.

Talk to your Captain.

We can't do this without...

Another round with the Borg?

We'd only need to infiltrate
a single vessel.

Oh. Just one?

I am prepared to take a
shuttle and do this alone.

No offense, but how do you know

that this wasn't
some kind of a dream?

Seven was wearing
a cortical monitor.

She never reached REM sleep.

She wasn't dreaming.

Unimatrix Zero is real,

and so are the people
who go there.

They need our help.

What else can you tell
us about this place?

How many drones?

No one is certain.

Axum told me
there could be tens of...

Axum?

He's... someone I used to know.

He told me there could be
tens of thousands, perhaps more.

How was it created?

Some of them believe
it began as a random malfunction

during the assimilation
of a single drone

and eventually spread
to the others.

Well, this is all
very interesting,

but are we sure it's worth
putting our lives on the line?

It's my understanding

that when we receive
a distress call, we respond--

Starfleet protocols.

She's right.

This is no different.

I understand your reluctance,
but Seven's discovered

a potential weakness
in the collective.

Before we decide
how to proceed,

I'd like to learn
as much about it as we can.

Too bad you don't have
the luxury

of an interlink node.

There is another possibility.

A Vulcan technique known
as "the bridging of minds."

Go on.

I would need to initiate
a mind-meld

with both you and Seven, acting
as a telepathic conduit.

You make it sound
like a conference call.

Captain, it is
my professional opinion

that we wait until...

Objection noted.

I think you'll be
turning in early tonight.

Stay at Yellow Alert.

Maintain long-range scans
for Borg vessels.

Any sign of trouble,
you know where to find me.

This will be one away mission
for the record books.

Mind-melds.

The last time I heard the words
"my mind to your mind,"

I had a headache for two weeks.

I'm willing to volunteer

if you'd rather
hold down the fort.

I appreciate
your trying to protect me,

but a chance
to see this place...

it's worth a headache.

How many times
have you actually performed

this "bridging of heads"?

"Minds." Never.

Then how can you
be certain it'll work?

Nothing is certain, Doctor.

However, I once observed
a Vulcan master

perform the technique.

I am reasonably confident
I can duplicate his success.

Watching and doing
are two different things.

As always, your logic
is impeccable.

What a comfort.

We're ready, Captain.

Let's do it.

As the conduit, I'll be aware
of both your perceptions.

If something goes wrong,
I'll break the meld.

Understood.

Your minds

to my mind.

Your thoughts

to my thoughts.

Your minds to my mind.

Your thoughts to my thoughts.

Welcome to Unimatrix Zero.

Seven?

Annika.

That's what I'm called here.

Drones?

Come on, let's find Axum.

We're close.

I can almost hear them.

Bring us closer.

There.

Amplify.

Disrupt the frequency.

It's not working.

They're using
a triaxialating modulation.

You're making this
very difficult.

If we can't terminate
their link...

then we'll simply
have to pay them a visit.

You can see why we want
to protect this place.

We're prepared to help you,

but I'm concerned

that we'd only be putting
off the inevitable.

Even if we succeeded,

and you could remain hidden
for a year, ten years,

the Borg would eventually
find you again.

Have you ever considered
a more permanent solution?

More permanent?

You've got a remarkable
sanctuary here,

but that's all it is.

Maybe it's time to stop hiding
and find a way to fight back.

That's not possible.

If you could find a way

to carry your individualities
into the real world--

to wake up from
your regeneration cycles

with your memories intact--

you could begin to undermine
the Borg's control over you.

That sounds like you're
suggesting a civil war.

I'd prefer to call it...

a resistance movement.

That's very ambitious, Captain,

but we can't retain
our memories.

Not yet,
but we know a good deal

about Borg technology.

Maybe we could...

We've found another.

Spatial Grid 326.

Cube 1184.

Continue.

Welcome back.

Spatial Grid 982.

Cube 461.

No.

Janeway.

How's your headache?

I'm guessing it didn't go well.

Let's just say
we ran into a little trouble.

Have a seat, Commander.

I prefer to stand.

The collective's found a way
to infiltrate Unimatrix Zero.

It won't be long
before they learn enough

to destroy it
from the inside out.

I plan to stop them.

What have you got in mind?

The people there are vulnerable.

They don't have the ability

to take action
in the real world.

We're going to give
them that ability.

How?

The Doctor and B'Elanna
are working on it.

I know what you're thinking.

We'd be violating

half a dozen
Starfleet protocols,

and if the collective ever
learned we were involved,

we'd be putting Voyager
in the middle of a civil war.

Valid objections.

Chakotay...

we've had our disagreements,

and there have been times
when I've chosen to proceed

without your support.

But this can't be
one of those times.

I won't do this
without my First Officer.

The way I see it,

risking the safety of Voyager
is a small price to pay.

If we help these people,

this could be the turning point
in our battle against the Borg.

I'm glad we agree,

because I almost talked myself
out of it.

Somehow, I don't think

you were ever in danger
of doing that.

You'll inform the crew?

This is the nanovirus
Axum designed to prevent

the Borg from detecting those
with the genetic mutation,

but I've modified it to nullify

their cortical inhibitors
instead.

Once they're infected,
they should retain

their memories of Unimatrix Zero
after they leave their alcoves.

Does that mean they'll be able
to function as individuals?

Stand up to the collective?

There's no way to tell.

This is highly experimental.

How do we deploy it?

Correct me if I'm wrong,

but each Borg vessel
has a device

that links it
to every other Borg ship.

The central plexus.

If we can gain access
to one of those

and release the virus there,

it should be transmitted
throughout the collective...

instantly.

Any Borg activity in the region?

They just dropped
out of transwarp

3.6 light-years from here.

This is a class4
tactical vessel, heavily armed.

The central plexus is protected
by multiregenerative

security grids.

We'd be detected
long before we could reach it.

Meet me in Engineering.

We're going to find a way in.

Prepare the virus.

Aye, Captain.

I think it's time for you
to take another nap.

Pay a visit to Unimatrix Zero.

Tell our friends
we haven't forgotten them.

I couldn't help but notice

you were a little different
in Unimatrix Zero,

and I don't mean
your lack of Borg implants.

You seemed more...

Human.

If you don't mind
my saying so, it suited you.

I've been told I spent
a great deal of time there,

but since I don't
remember Unimatrix Zero

any more than I remember Earth,
it's irrelevant.

To you, maybe,

but if what I saw
was any indication,

Annika would disagree.

The Klingons
have banded together,

and they're giving batleths
to anybody who can handle one.

Hirogen hunters are moving

through the forest,
targeting drones,

but we're losing
people every hour.

Captain Janeway intends
to keep her promise.

This isn't your battle.

You don't owe us anything.

Voyager won't abandon you.

A gift from Korok.

Takes some getting used to.

I'm sure you'll adapt.

11 more drones.

300 meters.

Sorry.

That felt... familiar--

our touching.

I told you, we were friends.

Elaborate.

Now is not the best time.

We were more than friends...

weren't we?

Why didn't you tell me?

You'd forgotten.

It wasn't my place.

How long?

Six years.

Only while we were regenerating.

A very memorable six years.

For me, anyway.

I should return to Voyager.

Annika...

My name is Seven of Nine.

Can't we find another Borg ship?

A sphere, maybe?

Something less imposing?

I rechecked long-range sensors.

There's nothing.

This is our target.

You'll keep a transporter
lock on me.

Once I make it
to the central plexus

and release the virus,
you can beam me back.

In how many pieces?

It's ridiculous!

Agreed.

I should go.

I'm the only one
with experience.

You're our only connection
to Unimatrix Zero.

You're needed here.

It was my decision
to help these people.

This is my responsibility.

Starfleet Tactical Directive 36:

"The Captain will not engage
a hostile force

without the protection
of a security officer."

The probability of success
is greater

if there are two of us.

Make that three.

If you're going
to pull this off,

you'll need an engineer
in there.

B'Elanna...

Tactical Directive 36-A.

There is no Directive 36-A.

There is now.

I appreciate the offer,

but if that cube
attacks Voyager,

you'll be needed here.

Now you have your orders.

Set a course, Mr. Paris.

Remember when I said

I didn't have any objections?

Can't this wait till I get back?

I realize I'm not going
to talk you out of this,

but I'll be damned
if you're going in there alone.

We've got a lot of work to do,
Commander.

You said you wanted my support.

Then take Tuvok
and B'Elanna with you.

And if I don't?

I may only be First Officer,

but I still pull
a few strings around here.

The Doctor could be persuaded

to question
your medical fitness.

I was hoping for
your unconditional support.

This is the best I can do.

Tell them to pack light.

Janeway to Bridge. Report.

Someone's trying to tap
into the main computer.

Source?

It's some kind
of transwarp signal.

It's activating the com system.

Captain...

I think it's for you.

Captain.

It's been a long time.

How are things
in the collective?

Perfect...

for the most part.

Voyager?

Never better.

I understand

you've established contact
with Starfleet.

Perhaps you'll be getting home
sooner than you expected.

Perhaps.

We could help you.

How so?

Transwarp technology.

You'd find that we can
be quite accommodating...

but we'd expect the same
in return.

I'm not sure
I know what you mean.

You know exactly what I mean.

Tend to your own crew.

Stay away from things
that don't concern you.

I'm afraid I can't do that,
but thanks for the offer.

I won't be as accommodating
next time.

Reconsider.

I'm sorry.

We'll see you soon, Harry.

What does she mean by that?

Why this stab at diplomacy?

She's trying to find
out what we're up to.

She's worried.

Have B'Elanna and Tuvok
meet me in Sick Bay.

Watch the starboard
plasma injectors.

They tend to run a little hot
at high impulse.

I'll keep an eye on it.

And the warp matrix
is out of alignment.

By .3 microns.

Since when are you
so meticulous?

Since you volunteered
for this insane mission.

You know...

I could sabotage the helm.

You'd never make it
out the launch doors.

And I'd have to put you
on report.

You might lose
that new pip of yours.

It'd be a small price to pay.

We're in visual range.

On screen.

Magnify.

Torres to Bridge.

Go ahead.

The Delta Flyer
is ready for launch.

On my way.

Guess I'd better be going, huh?

Anything you'd like done
around here while you're gone?

Gravity plating recalibrated,

carpets cleaned?

Surprise me.

You have the Bridge.

You need to prepare the others.

When they leave
their alcoves,

they may be startled,
disoriented.

But they have to behave
like drones,

or we could all be exposed.

Our ships are scattered
across the galaxy.

Most of us will be
the only drone on board

who knows about this place.

She's right.
What can we hope to achieve?

We should each gather as much
tactical data as we can--

what kind of ship we're on,
its armaments, location.

Then we'll coordinate
our efforts from here.

If all goes well,

we'll be working
very closely together.

As colleagues.

Nothing more.

Our previous...

friendship...

Yes?

It's irrelevant.

"Irrelevant."

Well, now that I'll be able
to retain my memory,

I'll keep that in mind.

Report!

Direct hit to their
shield emitters! No damage!

Increase phaser yield.

Where's the Flyer?

They're approaching.

Heading 017 mark 3.

Status?

Voyager has sustained damage,

but they are continuing
their assault.

Come on, Chakotay.

One of the cube's shield grids
is fluctuating--

ventral axis, secondary emitter.

Cut primary power.

Thrusters only.

Tactical Cube 138
is under attack.

Our forward shields are down!

The Flyer.

They're closing.

50 kilometers.

Maintain fire.

30 kilometers.

Twenty.

They're in range.

Enhance Grid 6119.

Captain...

I expected something
more cunning from you.

It's time.

Their ventral shield grid?

Still fluctuating at
a rate of .06 terahertz.

Align our transporters to match.

Aye.

They've detected them.

They're inside.

Direct hit to the port nacelle!
We're venting plasma!

Should I back off?

No.

We need to stay close.

They've adapted.

Hull breach! Deck 11!

Aah! They're targeting
our warp core.

No change yet.

We'll have to take
the long way around.

Tuvok.

Their life signs
are destabilizing.

So far, so good.

You can take us
out of here now, Tom.