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Station Log, Stardate 47573.1.

To respond to questions about
setting up colonies near the wormhole,

Chief O'Brien and I have set out
to survey nearby star systems.

If it's an imposition...

No, sir, it's fine.

You're sure?

I'm sure, Commander.

Jake's a good fellow.

I'll enjoy working with him.

I don't want you to make it
easy for him, Chief.

He has to know what it
takes to make it in Starfleet.

I'll have him up to his elbows
in thorium grease, sir.

It's not going
to be easy for him.

He placed in the lower third of his
age group in mechanical aptitude.

Oh, good for him.
So did I.

You? Come on.

No, it's true.

It wasn't until I got
to the Cardassian front

I found out I had talents
I never knew I had.

At the front?

It was a matter of figuring out

how to get a field transporter
operational in ten minutes

or wind up being
a Cardassian prisoner of war.

Now, I didn't know a transporter
from a turbolift in those days,

but somehow,
in nine minutes, 53 seconds,

I got that thing to work.

I got 13 men safely
off the surface of Setlik III.

Next thing I know I'm the
tactical officer on the Rutledge.

That's how I got the gold suit.

Well, Jake is ready
for a new suit, too.

The boy seems to grow
a centimeter each week.

You know, he struck me out
with a curve ball the other day.

First time.

They grow up in a hurry,
don't they, sir?

That they do.

I think I've got one.

Computer, set a new heading.

41 mark 301.

Confirmed.

It's an M-Class, all right.

160 million kilometers
from Orellius Minor.

Should be a perfect
place to set up a colony.

Mm-hmm,

But it looks like
someone's beaten us to it.

You're reading life-forms?

Human life-forms.

I don't see anything
on the books

about a colony
in the Orellius system.

Trying all hailing frequencies.

Moving into synchronous orbit.

No response.

I'm picking up some kind of
low-level duonetic field down there.

It may be blocking
communications.

Let's introduce ourselves
to our neighbors.

Yours, too?

Even the self-diagnostics
aren't working.

Just plain dead.

Sisko to Rio Grande.

Computer, respond.

I'd say there's no EM activity
at all around here.

Any idea why?

I'm not sure.

But it might have
something to do

with that duonetic field
our sensors picked up.

Well, I hope you find a few more of
those talents you never knew you had

because, if you don't, we're going
to have a hard time getting off this...

Don't move!

And put your hands up!

Turn around...

slowly.

They're from Starfleet.

That's right.

Mind if we put our hands down?

Well, the uniforms
have changed...

or have I just forgotten
what they look like?

My name is Joseph.

Vinod's the one playing
with the sharp object.

I'm Benjamin Sisko
and this is Miles O'Brien.

How did you get here?

We were going to ask you
the same thing.

We were surveying
for habitable planets

when our sensors picked
up your life signs.

There was no record
of a human colony here.

Well, our group was on its way
to settle on Gemulon V

over ten years ago

when our ship developed
life-support problems

and we had to land here
for repairs.

Once we got here,
all our systems failed.

Nothing worked anymore.

So we've seen.

We've been
stuck here ever since.

And I guess you are, too, now.

We have a ship in orbit.

It won't take our
people long to find us.

We'll be able
to get you all out of here.

Well, after ten years,
this is our home.

But you just said it yourself --

nothing works.

Well, we still do.

Well, come, we'll show you.

Vinod, run ahead
and tell your mother, uh...

we have guests.

Come.

Erewon-class
personnel transport.

Commissioned the Santa Maria.

Now we just call
it "the cabin."

After all this time -- visitors!

Alixus, meet Ben and Miles.

Welcome to our community.

Miles.

Are there others?

Just an empty runabout in orbit.

Hopefully, it will
attract some attention.

A runabout -- is that some kind
of new Starfleet vessel?

Yeah, they commissioned the
first ones two years ago.

They're a short-range
interstellar craft

about a quarter the size
of your "cabin" there.

I was the engineer
aboard the Santa Maria.

You and Miles will have a lot
to talk about, Joseph.

I'm sure all of us have
questions for our guests.

Who won the soccer matches
this year?

Is Golanga still playing?

No, he hurt his knee
four years ago.

They replaced it
with a bio-implant

but he wasn't
the same after that.

Who was it that won
last year, anyway?

I can never remember.

What are women's fashions like
back home now?

Oh, well...

Chief, you're the married one.

Oh, Keiko, my wife

she's been replicating
longer dresses lately.

Oh, no, that means I'll have
to alter everything I own.

Well, that may just be
the Bajoran styles

she sees on Deep Space 9.

On Deep Space 9?

I'm sure Ben and Miles will be happy
to tell us everything we want to know.

There will be plenty
of time for that later.

Actually, the first
thing I'd like to do

is try and get some response
from the EM systems.

We gave up any hope
of that years ago.

Yes, we noticed a low-level
duonetic field in the area

before we transported down.

Yes, the same thing appeared on
our sensors when we were landing.

Our engines failed almost
the instant we hit the surface.

Without a functional tricorder

it was virtually impossible
to track down the source.

We do know that the
marshes all around us

are filled with
astatine deposits.

That's the only
explanation we have.

But we've done pretty well
without our tricorders,

EM converters and com links,
haven't we?

After all, the human body
is a powerful tool.

We can plow the crops,
harvest the fields,

construct the walls that we need
for protection against the wilderness.

Weave the clothes that
we need to stay warm.

In a way, we've rediscovered

what man is capable of
without technology.

It hasn't been easy.

We've had some bitter winters

and... we've lost
some dear friends.

But we're very proud
of what we've accomplished here.

You have every right to be.

Are we all going to leave when
the others come to rescue them?

That's something each of us

is going to have
to think about, isn't it?

Are you going to leave, Alixus?

Speaking for myself, no.

No, I'll never leave.

And I'll never want

what we have in our
community to change.

It means too much to me.

But while you are here,

you are welcome to everything
our community has to offer.

The only thing we ask
is that you contribute.

We all work for our supper.

You'd be surprised

how much sweeter it tastes
when you do.

We'll be happy to do our part.

Joseph, would you find them
some bunks, please?

Two more strong,
healthy men, Vinod.

That could mean an
awful lot to this community.

Do you know an Admiral Mitsuya?

Best poker player in
the fleet, next to me.

Well, he's diverting
the Crockett

to stop at DS9
day after tomorrow

to talk about Cardassian
foreign policy?

That's just an excuse
to get Benjamin in a game.

Mitsuya cleaned him out
last year.

We better hail the Rio Grande

and get them
headed back this way.

I've worked two lifetimes
on Benjamin's poker.

He just can't learn
how to bluff.

That's odd.

I know, you'd think
a man like Benjamin...

No, the Rio Grande...

it's not responding
to our hails.

Commander?

Oh, come in, Chief.

I was just reading one of
the books our host has written.

Alixus is quite
a prolific author.

Yeah, a bunch of these
were left in my room, too.

I haven't had a chance
to look at them.

What does she write about?

She seems to have something
to say on just about everything.

Yeah?

Economic analysis,
political commentaries,

literary critiques.

She says she's spent her life
examining the human condition.

And what's her prognosis?

Not very good.

She says we have become
fat and lazy and dull.

My wife told me something along
those lines just last week.

"The common conceit that
the human species has evolved

"over the last several
centuries is ludicrous.

"What gains we have made

"have come at the cost
of our own core identities.

Man has lost touch
with his true power."

Sounds like it took
a crash landing

for her to find her paradise.

Have you found
anything in their ship

that can help us restore
contact with the runabout?

There's nothing to find.

Wave guides,
conduits, baffle plates --

you name it, it's gone.

The ship looks like it's been
through a Ferengi junkyard.

What happened to it all?

We threw it away.

Well, since,
uh, none of it worked,

to us, it was merely useless
junk taking up space.

Alixus felt its presence

was a constant reminder
of who you used to be.

Well, we all had to abandon
our dependence upon technology.

Removing every trace of it --

well, that made
the transition easier.

As an engineer,
you must have had

some problems with that.

Well, I was the last convert.

But, as time passed,
I realized Alixus was right.

She was helping us discover a
new philosophy of life together

because we needed one
to survive.

And I'll tell you,

every one of us
is better for it.

We are more committed
to each other.

We are truly a part
of each other's lives.

We've renewed a sense
of community

that man left behind
centuries ago.

Joseph, Meg's fever
is getting worse.

The new herb doesn't seem
to be helping at all.

- May I see?
- Please.

We have an insect here
that transmits a disease

we haven't found a cure for.

We've lost three to it already.

Have you found anything in
the forest like the sleeper fungi?

We've searched everywhere
for the right fungus or root

that would draw out
the infection.

If it keeps spreading,

she'll die before the
rescue team finds us.

The medical kit in the runabout

could probably
take care of this in a second.

We have got to find a way

to restore the com link
to the transporter.

That would only be
a waste of time.

This duonetic field
inhibits energy flow,

but a duonetic field
is a form of energy, too.

Maybe we could modify
our communicators

to run on the field itself.

Do you really think you could?

No!

If you want to put
your efforts to good use,

search the forest
for something else we might use.

This is primitive medicine.

- You can't expect to save her...
- Ben!

May I see you outside, please?

Talk like that
isn't constructive.

I'm talking about saving the
life of one of your followers.

You don't understand this yet.

No one follows me.

They follow their own hearts.

My heart tells me to try
to get back to my ship.

I'm sure it does,

but if we'd had that attitude
for the last ten years

we wouldn't have been doing
what was necessary to survive here.

To find the plants, herbs, molds
that cure disease.

We've conquered 17 illnesses

with the most powerful resource
man has --

his ingenuity.

An interesting philosophy.

And while we're debating
it, a woman is dying.

We're doing everything
we can for her.

No, we're not.

I won't have you disrupting

everything this community
has worked for, Ben.

I don't intend to stay here
any longer than necessary.

And that's another thing.

Let's not bring up the Starfleet
rescue party again.

Until they come -- if they come --

you'll have to do things
our way.

I'd strongly advise
you get rid of that uniform.

By mid-afternoon,
it gets hot in the fields.

The Rio Grande's been spotted.

Where?

Details are coming in
from Starfleet.

The Romulan vessel Gasko

reported seeing
an abandoned runabout.

Markings NCC-72452.

That's our ship, all right.

Traveling at warp 2
through sector 401.

At warp, with no one on board?

Command wants to know if we
can send someone to investigate.

Signal them affirmative.

I already have.

Runabout Pad C.

You've got a real
talent for this, Ben.

Well, my father was a chef.

He grew all his own vegetables.

My brothers and I were sent out
to the gardens every day.

Most of the others --

they'd only eaten replicated
food before they got here.

The flavor of the foods
we prepare

was quite a surprise to them.

But not you?

My mother would never
let me eat replicated food.

What?

I can't help thinking
what my wife would say

if she saw me doing this.

Why?

Well, around my house I'm
known as "the black thumb."

I'm just one
of those people, you know.

The only way I could get
anything to grow

was to marry a botanist.

Oh, a botanist, really?

Yeah.

You should have seen the
arboretum she grew on the Enterprise.

That's where I asked her
to marry me.

Oh, she'd love it here.

Maybe you'll bring her someday.

Trouble is,
she wouldn't want to leave.

That's okay, too.

Come on.

Reach in.

Get my hand.

- Here we go.
- Good.

Easy now.

Get him into the shade.

All right, sit him down there.

Easy, easy.

All right, here.
All right, here.

Here, Stephan,
if you chew these,

they will help you
regain your strength.

What did he do to deserve this?

He stole a candle.

One candle?

How long was he in there?

Since yesterday.

In that hell box?

Is this part of your philosophy
of life, too?

You're a Starfleet Commander.

I'm sure you've had to
discipline members of your crew.

Discipline is one thing.
Torture is another.

The first thing
this community accepted

was the need to establish
rules of conduct.

All of us, including Stephan,

approved this form of
punishment as necessary

and fair.

How are you, Stephan?

I'll be all right.

I'm sorry, Alixus,
that I let down the community.

The matter is closed.

Go inside.

Get some rest now.

Thank you, Alixus.

Come on, easy.

Easy.

Stephan will never
steal another candle

and neither will anyone else
who saw him here today.

In time, you'll understand that
this is a simple and effective way

to maintain law and order
in our community.

I get the distinct impression

she expects us
to be here for a while.

If there is a way to adapt
the energy in the duonetic field

to get us back to the runabout,

I want you to find it, Chief.

Yes, sir.

Is there anything you need?

No, I don't think so.

I'm sorry, Alixus
doesn't believe in doors.

We all take it for granted now.

You'll get used to it.

Hopefully, I won't be here
long enough to get used to it.

You don't like it here, do you?

It's not what I'm used to.

Alixus has reminded us all

that it wasn't easy
for us at first either.

She's told us
to be patient with you.

Has she?

Your muscles must be sore
from all the work today.

This is an oil extract
from the Xupta tree.

It's wonderfully soothing.

Thanks, I'll try some.

Would you like me
to massage you with it?

I don't think so.

Thanks anyway.

It'll make you feel
a lot better.

Here, let me show you.

Did she send you here?

Did she send you here
to make love to me?

Ben, come in.

I was just writing about
you and Miles in my journal.

I understand
you're quite a chef.

That's the first core behavior

I've seen from you
since you arrived.

Core behavior.

Does that chapter come before
or after sexual procurement?

I assume you're talking
about Cassandra?

Did you send her to my room?

Yes.

I think you're contemptible.

Interesting.

Contemptible.

Try and see it through our eyes

just for a moment, Ben.

Cassandra came to me;
she was worried.

She sensed that
you weren't happy.

She was right about that.

She was concerned
that all you see here

is work and hardship,

and she wanted you to share
in our joy as well.

So you sent her to me to win
my devotion to your cause.

I suggested she might
make it easier for you

to become a member
of our community.

The choice was hers.

Cassandra really likes you, Ben.

It's fortunate that all these
books of yours aren't on padds

like the other materials
the colonists brought.

I used to print them myself.

I'm not surprised.

Vinod tells me that you never
ate replicated food

before you came here.

I'm not sure
I see the connection.

It's just that you never

had much use
for technology, did you?

It's interesting how you
happened to crash on a planet

that fit your philosophy
of life so well.

I agree.

In fact, I've started writing a
book about our experiences.

I've been wondering

if, in the ancient
religions of man

there aren't some new
truths to be found --

something to explain

how sometimes fate delivers us

exactly where we need to be.

Perhaps one day,

you'll even feel the hand
of God on your shoulder.

You won't give a
millimeter, will you?

Look at you, still
in your uniform

wanting so badly to get
back to your station

with its artificial gravity

and its sterilized air.

You are so disconnected
from your core identity, Ben.

There is a better way.

How can we help you see it?

Perhaps good hard
work is the answer.

Vinod.

Yes, Mother?

Ben will be standing
watch tonight.

Are you all right, Commander?

I'm a little tired,
but I'll be fine.

Any luck on your end?

This duonetic field
is still a mystery, sir.

I can't believe
it's being generated

by the astatine deposits
in the stream bed.

Good morning, Ben.

Ready for some breakfast?
We have some lovely fruit.

Try this.

We found it growing along
the riverbank a few years ago.

It's some kind of native pear.

Oh, Ben, will you be able
to work your regular shift

in the field today?

What are you talking about?

You just had him up all night,
standing watch.

Of course, if you'd like
to be relieved of your duties

all you have to do is ask.

I'll work my shift.

Good. We're so shorthanded
out there.

But you really should
do yourself a favor

and change into some
more comfortable clothes.

Oh, by the way, you'll
be pleased to know

Meg seems better this morning.

Joseph is very optimistic

about a new combination
of herbs he's trying.

We're picking up a ship ahead.

It's the Rio Grande,
moving at warp 1.3.

Plotting an intercept course.

Once we're abeam,
match our speeds exactly

and I'll transport over.

Like hell you will.

Sorry, I'm the
ranking officer here.

At warp, I wouldn't be
in such a hurry to volunteer.

You got a better idea?

I'm the science officer.

It's my job
to have a better idea.

What are you doing?

I'm trying an old rope trick
I learned on Earth once.

A rope trick?

A very talented Hopi I knew

did things with a rope
you wouldn't believe.

It's an Old West American
artform.

You're suggesting we try to rope
the Rio Grande at warp.

With a tractor beam.

Once we pull it back to impulse,
isn't there a risk

that the strain
will rip both hulls apart?

If the ship assembly teams
back at the yards

did their jobs really well,
we'll probably make it.

If they had an off day,

we're going to have a problem,

but it's our best shot.

Unless, as a ranking officer,
you have a better idea.

We're within tractor range.

Locking on.

Engaging impulse engines.

Remind me to send
a thank-you note

to the assembly teams.

All stop.

Computer, ready transporter.

Meg has died.

Suddenly, quietly.

No one was prouder
of what we've accomplished here

than Meg was.

Her dedication to this community

and to us, was an inspiration

which is why I find myself
so troubled today by an act

that by its very nature

defiles her memory.

Vinod.

All of us have welcomed

our new arrivals with open arms

but they continue to reject us.

Despite their agreement

to respect our
fundamental way of life,

this man has committed
the worst offense

that can be committed
against this community.

He has selfishly
wasted precious time

that could have been
put to productive use.

Miles was discovered

trying to activate his
technological devices

so he could return to his ship.

Alixus, I'm sure

he only wanted to get
to the medical equipment

which might have saved
Meg's life.

Thank you, Joseph.

I knew you would feel that way

and I'm glad you said it,
so that all of us could see

the true danger
these two represent.

Our very own Joseph

defending what
he knows is wrong.

He knows that if we
had spent our energy

all these years,
trying to escape

we'd all be dead today.

This is good.

This is a test
of our convictions

and we will survive.

You're not going
to put him in there.

No, Ben, I'm not.

You are his commanding officer.

I hold you responsible
for his actions.

I'm putting you in there.

Wait a minute.

No signs of resistance.

None of the on-board weapons
has been fired.

But the logs have been erased.
Someone else must have been here.

Maybe Sisko and
O'Brien beamed off

before the ship was boarded.

But then why would somebody
send the runabout off at warp?

Why wouldn't they just
keep it or destroy it?

I think they were
trying to destroy it.

How can you tell?

The hull's been exposed
to high temperatures

and intense gamma radiation.

If we retrace the
Rio Grande's course

it takes us right back to...

An F-type star.

Orellius Minor.

There's only one way
the ship could only be coming

straight from Orellius Minor,

and that's if someone tried to destroy
the ship by flying it into the star.

And missed.

If the trajectory
were slightly off

the star's gravity flux would
have deflected it in a new direction.

Computer, send a tractor beam
to the Orinoco.

Prepare for a warp tow.

With a little luck

we'll be able to find
the warp signature

the engines left
when they were fired up.

Tractor beam in place.

Course laid in for
the Orellius system.

Engaging warp engines.

Please.

This is painful for me, too.

I want so much to give you water,

to let you lie down,

to sleep, but I can't.

Not without your help.

I know it's too difficult
to speak right now.

Just rest.

Change doesn't come
easy to you, Ben.

I realize it.

Believe me, I'm not expecting

some sudden,
miraculous conversion.

Change will come by itself,
if you're open to it.

But you do have to show us

that you're open to it.

A good start would be
to get rid of the uniform.

I'll leave you these clothes.

Once you've changed,
you can have this water.

Join us, Ben.

Miles.

What are you doing here?

I need your help, Joseph.

With what?

There's nothing I can do,
so please, don't ask me.

I've got to try to track down

where that duonetic field
is coming from.

We told you, there
are astatine deposits.

That's not what's causing it.

If it were, I'd have
that transmitter running

and we'd all be out of here
already.

It's got to be something else.

And I think I figured a way
to get me to the source of it.

And you want me to look
the other way while you leave.

She'd put you in the box,
wouldn't she?

Then do me a favor.

Look down at that hematite
deposit I just discovered.

Miles...

I can do it so it
won't hurt at all.

I owe you one, my friend.

Well, you finally got one of us
out of our uniform.

Come on, move it.

Where's Alixus?

Get her out here.

Get him some water!

Do you know why this phaser
is working now?

Because I shut down
the duonetic field

that was stopping it
from working.

An artificially created
duonetic field.

Sisko to Rio Grande.

Computer, respond.

Your ship is no longer
in orbit, Ben.

I destroyed it.

I assume that means you control
the duonetic field.

I helped invent it.

You'd be surprised
how many scientists

are sympathetic
to my philosophies.

Then it was no accident

we developed life-support
problems near this planet.

No, we were always
on our way here, Joseph.

I chose it months in advance.

It was far away
from any trade route,

completely isolated.

It was perfect for our...
ideal community.

I hoped when we landed
we would never leave here.

You lied to us.

You've been lying to us
for ten years.

Yes, but perhaps a lie can lead

to a more important truth.

Would any of you have learned

who you really are

at the core

if you hadn't have come here?

Joseph,

you would have been a
repairman all of your life.

Cassandra, you would have
been a technical clerk

in some closed-in room.

And, Stephan,

my friend

you probably would have
been in prison by now.

Look at yourselves!

Look at what you've become!

What you've achieved here
has redefined your potential --

the potential of man --

just as I knew it would.

You are the living proof.

What of the dead?

What of Meg and the others?

Only my son knows
how I have suffered

as I watched each of them die.

You were willing to let them die
for your theories.

You're going to have to answer
for what you've done.

I'm prepared to go with you.

Casualties were inevitable.

I had to accept that
from the start.

What if it were your son
who had been sick?

Would you let him die, too?

Yes.

For the sake of the community.

I did it all for the community.

Kira to Sisko.

Are you all right, Commander?

Everything is...

under control, Major.

Stand by to begin
multiple transports.

Acknowledged.

We have room for all of you
on the runabout.

If you have anything
you want to bring with you

you ought to get it now.

Miles...

this is our home.

Whatever Alixus may be guilty of

she did give us our community.

I'm not sure if we'll
leave the device

on or off, now that
we know it's there.

And we'll have to decide

if we want to establish contact
with the outside world.

But Alixus is right.

We have found something here

that none of us is willing
to give up.

It's time for those of us
who don't belong here

to leave, Ben.

Four to beam up, Major.

Come, come.