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Another coco-no-no?

Heh. No, thanks.
I think I've had enough already.

Yeah. Yeah, me too.

I almost forgot.

[Violin playing]

- Geordi.
- Hmm.

I'm sorry, I think I'd better go back.

Too chilly?
I can turn down the breeze.

No, uh, it's been
a lovely program and...

- You're a terrific guy.
- Yeah.

[Sighs]

I just don't feel that way about you.

[Sighs]

Knock it off.

[Wesley clicks tongue]

[Wesley chuckles]

This was the final battle, wasn't it?

Neither side expected orelious ix
to be the decisive conflict.

Ah. There's not much left, is there?

The destruction is remarkable

considering the primitive weapons
of the period.

I beg your pardon, Wesley?

Geordi had that big date
with Christy tonight.

He spent days putting together
the perfect program.

Looks like it ended kind of early.

Riker [over com]: Commander
data to the bridge immediately.

Acknowledged.

We're picking up a signal.
Coordinates 211, Mark 61.

It would seem to be
an ancient interplanetary code.

Picard: Mr. Data?

Confirmed, sir.

[Inhales]

Survivors on orelious ix
after all this time?

Not possible.

Well, hardly possible, number one.

Lay in a course
for the source of the signal.

[Buttons beeping]

Approaching source, captain.

Put it on the viewer.

A promellian battle cruiser.

And its lang cycle fusion engines
still intact.

[Machine beeps]

Sensors indicate
no life signs aboard, captain.

Picard:
I should hope not, Mr. Data.

That ship belongs in a museum.

[Sighs]

I'm afraid we're a little late.

That call for help was probably initiated
over a thousand years ago.

Picard:
Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship enterprise.

Its continuing mission:
To explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life
and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no one
has gone before.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 43205.6

we have arrived at orelious ix
to chart the battle

in which the menthars and promellians
fought to their mutual extinction.

Among the ruins,
we have found a relic.

A promellian battle cruiser
that has withstood the centuries.

- Indulge me, number one.
- I would prefer it

if worf and I were able to run
a security sweep of the ship first.

No. Captain's prerogative.
This one's mine.

We have examined
every conceivable risk.

The risks on a ship this old and fragile
are inconceivable, captain.

Ghosts, perhaps?

Number one, have you...?

Have you never dreamed
of climbing inside the bottle?

The ship in the bottle.

Model airships.

I used to build them
when I was a child.

By god, and I bet
I had a promellian battle cruiser too.

- Ready to beam down to the vessel?
- Locked onto the bridge.

You're certain about
the atmospheric conditions?

There is adequate oxygen
for life support, commander.

It is exactly as they left it,
number one. In the bottle.

The ship in the Bo...?
Oh, good lord.

Didn't anybody here build ships
in bottles when they were boys?

I did not play with toys.

I was never a boy.

[Picard sighs]

I did, sir.

Thank you, Mr. O'brien.

Proceed.

I did. Heh, I really did.

Ships in bottles? It's great fun.

- What's that?
- Not sure.

The secondary power bus
may need adjusting.

Keep me posted.

Extraordinary.

Worf: Admirable.

They died at their posts.

You'd expect the bridge layout
of this era to be clumsy, awkward.

But look at this.

It's a model of simplicity.
Elegant, functional.

They built this craft for generations
and it worked.

Don't you have anything stronger
than this, guinan?

- Yes.
- Would it help?

[Sighs]

Tell me something, guinan.
You're a woman, right?

Yes, I can tell you I'm a woman.

What is it that you want in a man?

You mean, me personally?

As a woman,
what's the first thing you look at?

Mm. His mind, of course.

No, his head.

I'm attracted to bald men.

- Senou§y?
- Senou§y.

Why?

Maybe because a bald man was kind
to me once when I was hurting.

Took care of me.

I'd like to do that.

Well, I take care of myself
these days.

Heh. I mean take care
of somebody.

Ah. I just don't get it, guinan.

I can field strip a fusion reactor.
I can realign a power transfer tunnel.

Why can't I make anything work
with a woman like Christy?

It's like I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to say.

You're doing fine with me.

- You're different.
- No, you're different.

But I'm not trying now.

That's my point.

[Scoffs]

[Machine beeping]

What is it, Wes?

The main power returner
is acting a little weird.

Define "weird."

I'm getting fluctuating
waveguide readings.

- Run a maintenance sweep.
- Right.

Activating power pack, captain.

Mr. Worf, be sure we get tricorder
images of their tactical display.

Aye, sir.

The source of the distress signal
appears to be coming from up there.

Let's put an end
to their last cry for help.

Captain.

I believe this is
an information storage device.

A crude analog
of our own isolinear optical chip.

Crude by our standards today, data.

But when this ship was built,

humans on earth were just perfecting
the mechanical clock.

Still using steel crossbows in battle.

Is there any way to see
what's on this?

Questionable, sir.

I believe I can supply power
to its playback unit,

but its components are quite old.

I will attempt to amplify the image
with my tricorder.

I am galek sar, captain
of the promellian cruiser cleponji.

I wish anyone
who finds this record to know

my crew has behaved
courageously.

I want it recorded for all time

that I alone am responsible
for the fate that befell us.

I have failed as a captain

and as the man responsible
for all the souls aboard my ship.

Picard to enterprise.

Riker [over com]:
Go ahead, captain.

I think we have seen
all there is to see here.

At Mr. O'brien's leisure,
we're ready to return.

Riker: Aye, sir.

Thnmng.

That was absolutely thrilling.

And I was right, number one.

There were ghosts
on board that old ship.

- One of them actually spoke to us.
- A friendly one, I hope.

My own counterpart.

The captain's final message,
praising his crew.

I hope you'll be as thoughtful
when the time comes.

[Picard scoffs]

Mr. Data,
advise the astral-five annex.

This should be catalogued,
scheduled for retrieval.

Aye, sir.

[Troi chuckles]

I'm sorry, captain.

It's just a rare pleasure
to see this side of your personality.

Mr. Crusher, set course
for the original coordinates.

Wesley: Yes, sir. Data: Captain.

We are experiencing a 2-percent drop
in energy reserves. Compensating.

We were having
some problems while...

[Machine beeping]

Readouts indicate
we are being bombarded

- with a field of high-intensity radiation.
- Shields up.

Captain, energy loss increasing
to 5 percent.

- Yellow alert. Worf: Aye, sir.

Energy loss increasing, sir.

Mr. Crusher, reverse course.
Full impulse power.

No response, sir.

Increase speed to warp 1.

Engines aren't responding, captain.

Riker: Mr. La forge,
we need warp power now.

Matter/antimatter mixture ratio
settings at optimum balance.

Reaction sequence
corresponding to specified norms.

Magnetic plasma transfer to warp field
generators per program specs.

Commander, we should be going
like a bat out of hell.

Power loss now
at 12 percent, captain.

[Alarm wailing]

Radiation intensity increasing.

La forge [over com]:
We 'd better slow these engines down

before we burn out
the reaction chamber.

Slow to idle, geordi.

Is it possible?

We've fallen into the same snare
that killed them?

A 1,000-year-old booby trap?

With the engines idling,
the energy loss has been limited,

but our reserves will be depleted
in less than three hours.

We won't be able to
hold our shields in place.

Mr. Worf, have you been able
to identify the source of the radiation?

No, sir. The radiation field is so strong,
it interferes with our sensors.

And no apparent explanation
for the energy loss?

- No, sir.
- Is there anything in the history books,

data, that could give us a clue?

There are many fascinating records
of menthar battle strategy.

They were exceptionally innovative.

In fact, they were the first to use
the kavis teke elusive maneuver,

as well as the passive lure stratagem
which is comparable to Napoleon's...

Any mention of a situation like this?

- No, sir.
- I recommend that I return

to the cruiser with an away team.

They didn't have much success
with this problem.

But they knew who
their enemy was better than we do.

They may have known what caused
the trouble, just not how to get out of it.

Agreed. Mr. Worf,
what would be the impact

of lowering the shields long enough
to get the away team out?

Negligible.

It won't do much
for our energy conservation, captain.

That's your job, la forge.

Determine some way to
keep the enterprise up and running.

Data, you join riker on the away team.
Find out what happened on that ship.

So, why can't we move?

Computer, as we increased
our power levels,

- was there any counter-reaction?
Computer: Affirmative.

The opposing force
grew in direct proportion

to the power output
of the enterprise.

So it kept us from forming
a subspace field for the warp drive?

Computer: That is correct.

Computer, who is this I. Brahms?

Computer:
Doctor Leah brahms. Engineer.

Graduate of the daystrom institute
theoretical propulsion group.

Galaxy-class starships.
Team 7. Junior member.

Junior member? Heh.

Looks like she wrote the book
on propulsion.

Call up subspace design logs.

Computer: Select
menu, visual records

or I. Brahms' voice entries.

Voice entries.

Brahms [over computer]:
Theoretical propulsion logs,

federation starship enterprise,
galaxy-class.

Heading, subspace.
Author, Leah brahms.

Geordi la forge.
How you doing, doc?

Specify program.

Yeah, down to work.
You're absolutely right.

I recommend we evacuate and seal off
all non-operational areas,

and group the families and crew
on the odd-numbered decks.

- Proceed.
- Crusher: I'd also like to set up

an assembly area for treating radiation
symptoms in case it's needed.

After the shields fall,
how long before fatal exposure?

Thirty minutes.

After that,
there's nothing that can be done.

Riker [over com]:
Away team to enterprise.

Captain,
we may have found something.

There's a file of memory coils here.

They are identical to the coil
we found earlier, captain.

Picard:
The captain's log, perhaps.

That's what we were thinking.

Mr. Data,
are they in working condition?

Data: [Believe so, sir.

We can enhance them through the
image processor in the ship's computer.

- Good. Return at once.
- Riker: Aye, sir.

Computer, generate a cross-section
image of the dilithium crystal chamber.

What about reorienting the crystal?

Brahms [over computer]:
It is possible to reorient the crystal.

The key lies in adjusting
the lattice structure direction.

This modification will be integrated
into the next class starship.

Sorry, can't wait.

You and me, Leah, we gotjust
two hours to figure this thing out.

[Sighs]

You know what I need to do?

I need to get inside there.

I need to be able to
turn that thing inside out.

Computer, is there a cross-section
image we can replicate on a holodeck?

Computer: Select menu.

Design specifications
or prototype schematic.

Prototype? Elaborate.

A development stage
prototype schematic at utopia planitia.

Drafting room 5 of the Mars station,
stardate 40174.

Perfect. Recreate it in holodeck 3.
Stay with me, doc.

Ready, computer?

Computer:
Holodeck 3 program is ready.

Laforge: Damn.

Right back where it all started.

[Scoffs]

Oh, this is incredible.

Leah, did you design this?

Brahms [over computer]:
The dilithium crystal chamber

was designed at outpost designated
seran t-1, stardate 40052.

Some of the federation's
best engineering minds

participated in its development.

Heh. Oh, that's the visiting
dignitary talk.

What's the inside story?
Off the record.

Computer: Access denied.
Personal logs are restricted.

Pfft. Great, another woman who won't
get personal with me on the holodeck.

[Sighs]

Leah, I want to find a way
to supplement the energy supply

to the ship and to the engines.

Could we alter
the matter/antimatter paths?

Brahms [over computer]:
Theoretically, yes.

The system should be able
to accept more reactants

- at a faster rate of injection.
— huh.

Well, this is your baby.
Show me which ones.

- Computer, did I ask for a simulation?
- Computer: Affirmative.

You asked doctor brahms
to show you

which system could accept
reactants at a faster rate.

By accessing available imagery,
an adequate facsimile was possible.

I did do that, didn't I?

Okay, well,
it's good to see you, Leah.

Ahem. Continue with your analysis.

Systems I-452 through I-575
will accept reactants

providing all other systems
are calibrated to an equal factor.

Then if we use
multiple injector streams,

hitting more than one crystal facet,
we could do it.

We could hold our own.
Leah, you're beautiful.

- La forge to picard.
- Picard: Go ahead.

Captain, we've found a way to extend
the matter/antimatter energy supplies.

Well done, Mr. La forge.

Can you give us enough power
to get us out of here?

Sorry, we haven't addressed
that one yet.

First priority was
to maintain the shields.

Acknowledged.

La forge:
We 7! Get to work on it right away, sir.

Pass my congratulations
to the rest of your team.

Thanks, captain.
We're all smiles down here.

Captain.

We've been able to verify
that these coils

are the logs
of the promellian captain.

But most of them have decayed
and cannot be repaired.

Picard:
Can you get any playback at all?

On most there are brief sections
which may yield some information.

Well, do the best you can, data.

Let's just hope
we can get the section we need.

Picard: He must have logged
the cause of the ship's death.

What captain wouldn't?

All found in an open locker.

I don't think
he was too concerned with security.

Four-five-two
through system I-575.

Computer: Adjustments
to dilithium crystal chamber complete.

Impact analysis, computer.

Warp energy
has increased 14 percent.

Reactants per unit time
remaining steady.

Yes. All right!

[La forge sighs]

Computer, do you have any,

you know, personality on file
for doctor brahms?

Starfieet personality profile analysis,
stardate 40056.

Did she ever debate at the intergalactic
caucuses on Chaya 7?

Dr. Brahms attended Chaya 7
caucuses on the following stardates:

Never mind the dates.

Computer, if you add data
from all these sources,

could you synthesize a true
representation of Dr. Brahms?

There would be
a 9.37—percent margin of error

in the interactive responses
from the facsimile.

I can live with that.

Do it.

- La forge: Dr. Brahms?
- Geordi, it's me, Leah.

Don't start calling me doctor brahms
or I'll call you commander la forge.

Right.

Now, we've managed
to maintain energy,

but we can't leave it
in this realignment forever

without burning out components,
so we need to move quickly.

Are you with me?

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Galek sar [on-screen]: We have
been stripped of all propulsion

and our weapons are useless.

We cannot move
and we cannot fight.

The ship is being lashed
with lethal radiation

from the aceton assimilators
concealed in the rubble surrounding...

Aceton assimilators?

Aceton assimilators
are primitive generators

which can drain power
from distant sources.

Generators.

Ah. It would not be difficult
to modify them

to convert energy into radiation.

The menthars hide them
in floating debris.

An unsuspecting ship flies in.
Instant booby trap.

And now we're supplying the devices
with the energy to kill us.

- No, no, no!
- Will you listen to me?

You can't boost
the warp power that way.

You can increase the speed
of the parallel subspace field processor

- to gain a quicker response time...
- I wanna give us enough power

to strengthen the shields
and barrel out of here, not blow us up.

It's my design we're talking about.
I did the calculations myself.

I don't care if you built it
with your bare hands

out of an old ferengi cargo ship.

It's gonna go...

[Imitates crash]

And we're gonna go with it.

I am not used to having people
question my judgment.

And I'm not used to dying.

[La forge sighs]

Okay, look.

You worked in a lab
on a static model.

This is a working machine.

It's got tens of thousands
of light years on it.

- True.
- Damn right.

[La forge sighs]

Listen.

We'd never be certain
that the circuit paths are sealed.

You're good.

Very good.

I know my ship. Inside and out.

Well, then you must know me
inside and out.

Because a lot of me is in here.

I always wished that a chief engineer
could be present

- when a ship is being built.
- That's what's wrong with designers.

- We never get out in space.
- Hmm.

Well, you're there now.

Riker [over com]:
Commander la forge to the bridge.

On my way, commander.

Don't go away.

I mean, uh...

Computer, save program.

How many devices do we think
we're dealing with, Mr. Data?

To create this radiation field would
take several hundred thousand, sir.

They've been out there a long time.
Must have been some deterioration.

There is no way to precisely
calculate that, but it is likely.

Is there any indication of a weakness
in a specific part of the field?

- Worf: Nothing substantial, captain.
- Of any kind.

Well, there is a 0.1 percent dip
in the strength of the radiation field

at 21 -Mark-8 by 42-Mark-o.

I want that 0.1 percent.

I recommend we fire directional
phasers at those coordinates.

Won't be able to
maintain energy reserves.

We might even lose a few circuits
in the new configuration.

- How critical will the losses be?
- Not enough to shut down our engines,

but if we don't make it,
I don't know that I can hold the shields.

There is also the possibility
that the phasers will supply

the assimilators
with what they need most: Energy.

You know, I imagine
a very similar discussion

taking place on our neighbor ship
over a thousand years ago.

Let's hope our decisions
are more successful than theirs were.

Mr. La forge, I want you
to return to engineering

and continue with your efforts
without delay.

Mr. Worf,

prepare the phasers.

Phasers locked on coordinates.

Fire.

[Device beeps]

Nothing.

Worf:
Radiation levels increasing.

Eight percent, 10 percent.

Data: Energy reserves
are dropping rapidly, sir.

Damn you.

Wouldn't that increase the output
of the subspace processors

to gain a quicker response time?

The processors can handle
the extra input.

Yeah, but how do we reconfigure?

Computer: Energy reserves
reaching critical stage.

Standard procedure requires
termination of all simulations.

Computer,
override standard procedure.

Override authority restricted.

What? Computer!

La forge [over com]:
The crystal lattice is breaking down.

We 7! Have to pick up repairs
when we can reach a starbase.

The optimist of the group.

How long do we have shields
based on current calculations?

Under two hours.

And the radiation field
has increased by 17 percent.

So, what impact will that have
on fatal exposure?

Down to 26 minutes.

If we resist, we die.
If we don't resist, we die.

Mr. La forge, have we shut down
all non-essential energy usage?

Yes, sir.
In fact, I need to get some back.

I'm running a program
on holodeck 3.

For what purpose?

La forge [over com]:
Well, I've gone back to the beginning

to the earliest construction entries
of the enterprise. I've created a...

Well, a propulsion design model
to assist me.

I believe we 're making progress.

Computer,
reinstate holodeck 3 program.

Computer:
Holodeck 3 program is reinstated.

Mr. La forge,
your best suggestion in one hour.

Picard out.

Computer,
resume holodeck 3 program.

Computer: Enter when ready.

There isn't much time left.

Somehow we have to generate
enough energy to get out of here,

but we've got a booby trap
that eats energy for breakfast.

How do we fool it, block it,
shut it down, anything?

Okay, we know that
for every move the enterprise makes,

there's a counter-movement
by the energy field.

Can we use that
to our advantage somehow?

Maybe.

There must be a time differential
between the force and counter-force.

If we can just make quick continuing
adjustments in the linkups

before the counter-force reacts, we
mightjust be able to move this bucket.

Leah, do you like Italian food?

Like it?

- Wait till I make you my fungilli.
- Heh.

Okay, fusion reactor uplink
to navigation processor.

Hmm, tsk.

Then we have to adjust the vector
processor and the drive coils.

[Grunts]

This is impossible.

La forge: Mm. Mm.

Don't do that.

I'm sorry.
I thought it would feel good.

I don't wanna feel that good
right now.

- What time is it?
- Coming up on 1600 hours.

Oh, god, what am I supposed
to tell the captain?

It's possible
and yet it's not possible.

Everything we've done
says we can't adjust that fast,

but if we could, it might work.

- I could do it.
- Ah. Data couldn't even do it.

It'll take a hundred, maybe a thousand
adjustments every second.

How are you gonna do it?
It's humanly impossible.

I'm not human.

You, uh...

You mean, the computer could do it.

La forge: Captain.

Captain, this is, uh...

This is a holographic simulation
of one of the propulsion experts

who designed the enterprise engines,
Leah brahms.

I've been examining the
force/counter-force response times

trying to see if we could create linkage
at maximum power.

- And?
- There's, uh...

There's a chance we could
maneuver out of this trap

if we turn the ship over
to the computer.

- What kind of a chance?
- La forge: I don't know yet.

We could program it
and try it out on a few simulated runs.

And this is the only way?

I think so, sir.

Come.

Any word from la forge?

He's come up with something
that may give us a chance.

If we agree to stay out of it.

He proposes to turn total control
of the ship over to the computer,

because it is capable of making
quicker adjustments

than any human being.

Computers have always impressed me
with their ability to take orders.

I'm not nearly as convinced
of their ability to creatively give them.

You know, number one,

you missed something
not playing with model ships.

They were the source
of imaginary voyages,

each holding
a treasure of adventures.

Manning the earliest spacecraft.

Flying an aeroplane with only
one propeller to keep you in the sky.

Can you imagine that?

[Sighs]

Now the machines are flying us.

Computer:
End simulation. Fatal exposure.

Computer, reduce thrust levels
another 4 percent.

Adjust trajectory angle
to compensate.

Begin simulation again.

- There you go. We got out.
- Repeat simulation, same levels.

Computer:
End simulation. Fatal exposure.

See? Same variables, only this time
the computer didn't quite make it.

[Alarm wailing]

Computer: Deflector shield
failure. Lethal radiation levels.

Fatal exposure in 26 minutes.

- It might work.
- And it might not.

I can't ask captain picard
to turn the ship over to a computer.

It's all we've got.

Picard [over com]:
Picard to la forge.

Captain, two minutes.
Give me just two minutes.

There is another way, captain.
Two minutes, please.

Two minutes, Mr. La forge.
Picard out.

- Geordi, there's no other way.
- No, no, no, wait. Listen.

Turn it completely around, literally.
Come at it from the opposite direction.

God, it's so simple,
it might even work.

La forge:
Okay, computer, new simulation.

Everything we've tried to do has been
based on overpowering the trap.

More energy, faster adjustments.

But that's exactly what we can't do,

because that's what
we're supposed to do.

That's the booby trap.

The answer lies
in our own computer.

The mind, the best piece
of engineering we'll ever need.

But didn't your researches indicate

a thousand adjustments per second
will be required?

But not if we shut everything off.

One blast of everything we've got left
for a microsecond

to beat the inertia
and then we shut it all down

except for minimal life support
and two thrusters.

No impulse engines. No computer.

One propeller, captain.

Computer: Deflector shield
failure. Lethal radiation levels.

Fatal exposure in 12 minutes.

Have you analyzed the risk factor?

The numbers say it's even money.

It's no better than turning it over
to the computer, but no worse either.

But I say forget the numbers.

There's no way the computer
can compensate for the human factor.

- The intuition, the experience.
- And the wish to stay alive.

Make it so.

I've run the simulations, captain.
If you want, I'll take the conn.

Thank you, Mr. La forge,
but you've done your job.

Now I must do mine.
I relieve you, Mr. Crusher.

Yes, sir.

All hands, this is commander riker.

We are about to engage
impulse engines for a short burst.

Inertia dampeners are on manual.

They may not fully compensate
for the acceleration.

So brace yourselves.

Computer: Deflector shield
failure. Lethal radiation levels.

- Fatal exposure in...
- Computer,

discontinue radiation warning
until further notice.

- It's all yours, sir.
- Thank you, number one.

Firing impulse engines.

Impulse engines are down.

Shutting down all systems.

[Ship powering down]

Velocity is 135 meters per second.

[Buttons beeping]

We will be entering the debris field
in eight seconds.

Starboard thruster firing.

Riker:
Coming to heading 340, Mark 10.

Data: Thruster is on.

Riker: Captain, that large mass to
the port may contain an assimilator.

Data: Port thrusters firing.

No reaction from the assimilator.

Made it over the first hurdle.

[Buttons beeping]

Sir, object to port.

Data: Port thruster is firing.

Sir, the gravitational attraction
of the various masses

has reduced our velocity
by 8 percent.

By my calculations,

we no longer have sufficient
momentum to clear the debris field.

Thank you, Mr. Data.

The asteroid's gravitation
is drawing us closer.

Velocity is increasing.

Velocity is still increasing.

Now at 219 meters per second.

Starboard aft thruster.

You have used the asteroid's
gravitational pull as a slingshot.

Excellent.

[Sighs]

We're out. We got through.

You have the conn, Mr. Crusher.

- Yes, sir.
- Picard: Initiate full restart.

- Put all systems back online.
- La forge: With pleasure, sir.

Number one,

make sure that booby trap
doesn't bother anyone again.

Mr. Worf, ready photon torpedoes.

Set to detonate on impact
with the promellian vessel.

Aye, sir.

You know, I've always thought
that technology

could solve almost any problem.

It enhances the quality of our lives,

lets us travel across the galaxy,
even gave me my vision.

But sometimes
you just have to turn it all off.

Even the gypsy violins.

Violins?

Different program.

[Chuckling]

- We made a good team.
- Mm-hm.

Maybe we can do it again sometime.

I'm with you every day, geordi.

Every time you look at this engine,
you're looking at me.

Every time you touch it, it's me.

Computer, exit holodeck.

End program.