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Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 46154.2.

The enterprise has entered
the amargosa diaspora,

an unusually dense globular cluster.

We are faced with the daunting task
of charting this vast region.

La forge: Lieutenant shipley, let's get
a triangulation on these sector points.

Aye, sir.

Sorry I'm late.

I overslept again. What have we got?

Well, the cluster's
a lot more dense than we thought.

It's gonna take three days
just to map out one-tenth of it.

Three days?

La forge: I think we've found a way
to speed that up.

We've been testing a way
to channel warp energy

directly to the main deflector grid.

It should enhance
the long-range sensors.

The modification would increase
our sensor efficiency

and imaging resolution
by 25 percent or more.

That sounds like that would
use up a lot of warp energy.

Well, we channeled it through
the eps mains on deck 4,

near cargo bay 4.

Okay. Let's give it a try.

Data, let's get those field taps online.

Commander,
I would like to remind you

about my poetry reading
this afternoon.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

I can't wait to see
what he's come up with.

Data: Then we sat on the sand
for some time and observed

how the oceans that cover the world
were perturbed

by the tides
from the orbiting moon overhead

"how relaxing the sound
of the waves is," you said

I began to expound
upon tidal effects

when you asked me to stop
looking somewhat perplexed

so I did not explain
why the sunset turns red

and we watched the occurrence
in silence instead

That poem was written
in anapestic tetrameter.

For my ninth poem...

I don't understand,
I can barely keep my eyes open.

Data: Throughout the ages

from keats to jorkemo,
poets have composed odes

to individuals who have had
a profound effect upon their lives.

In keeping with that tradition,

I have written my next poem
in honor of my cat.

I call it "ode to spot."

Felis catus,

is your taxonomic nomenclature

an endothermic quadruped
carnivorous by nature?

Your visual, olfactory
and auditory senses

contribute to your hunting skills
and natural defenses

I find myself intrigued
by your subvocal oscillations

a singular development
of cat communications

that obviates
your basic hedonistic predilection

for a rhythmic stroking of your fur
to demonstrate affection

a tail is quite essential
for your acrobatic talents

you would not be so agile
if you lacked its counterbalance

and when not being utilized
to aid in locomotion

it often serves to illustrate
the state of your emotion

Commander, you have
anticipated my denouement.

However,
the sentiment is appreciated.

I will continue.

Oh, spot

the complex levels
of behavior you display

connote a fairly well-developed
cognitive array

and though you are not sentient,
spot

and do not comprehend
I nonetheless consider you

a true and valued friend

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.

I have no problem getting to sleep,
and then I think I'm sleeping all night.

When I wake up, I feel exhausted.

How long has this been going on?

Riker: Two, three days.

Ahem. Do you have to hold
that thing that close?

I'm sorry.

I've been on edge all day.

Well,

other than some muscle tension
in your neck,

I don't see anything
physically wrong with you.

Have you been having bad dreams?

Not that I can remember.

Crusher: This could be the result
of lack of rem sleep.

What do you recommend?

Drink this before going to bed.

What is it?

A recipe for a warm milk toddy.

A hot milk toddy? You're kidding.

The heat activates
the amino acids in the lactose,

making it a natural sedative.

Besides, it's a recipe
of the captain's aunt Adelle.

It's delicious.

Well, at this point, I'll try anything.

If it still bothers you tomorrow,

come and see me
and I'll run further tests.

Everything's in place,

warp grid couplers,
subspace field taps.

All right, let's do it.

Lieutenant shipley,
initiate warp power transfer.

Shipley: Aye, sir.

Verifying sensor calibration.

Eps mains holding stable,
sensor array online.

Come on, work.

Geordi, active scanner output
has increased by 26 percent.

Inform astrophysics that
the new la forge sensor array

is online and awaiting
major scientific discoveries.

Yes, sir.

Geordi, may I make
a personal inquiry?

It concerns my poetry reading.

Sure, data, what is it?

I noticed that many spectators seemed
distracted during my presentation.

Was my poetry uninteresting?

Well, it was very well-constructed.

A virtual tribute to form.

Thank you.

And?

And what?

Did it evoke an emotional response?

Well...

Your hesitation suggests
you are trying to protect my feelings.

However, since I have none,
I would prefer you to be honest.

An artist's growth
depends upon accurate feedback.

Well, your poems were clever, data.

And your haiku was clever,

and your sonnet was clever.

But did it evoke
an emotional response?

To be honest, no, I don't think so.

Hmm.
Then I did not succeed in my efforts.

No, it's not that you didn't succeed.
You accomplished a lot, but...

If you wanna touch people,

don't concentrate so much
on rhyme and meter.

Think more about
what you wanna say

instead of how you're saying it.

It's the power grid warning.

I am reading
a massive eps explosion.

- Where?
- I am attempting to localize it.

It is cargo bay 4.

I've got three people in there.

Damage control,
medical team to cargo bay 4.

Let's go.

The field imbalance has subsided.

There may still be
a residual discharge.

Stand clear.

Is there something wrong, sir?

And there's no evidence
of an eps explosion.

Sensors seemed to think there was.

I think my modification
to the sensor array

may have caused
a pattern-recognition failure.

- Just a sensor glitch?
- That's my guess.

Let's perform a level three diagnostic
on the internal sensor network

and make sure that
we haven't overlooked anything.

Aye, sir.

And could we pick this up
in the morning, geordi?

Get a fresh start?

Would you do me a favor?
Stop by my quarters,

I'm having trouble waking up.

Sure, commander.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Commander.
- Gordon.

Who is it?

La forge: It's la forge.

Come in.

Good morning.

Morning? I just went to bed.

Commander, it's 0700 hours.

And so she said, "if they're
not squirming, we won't eat them."

Ah, Mr. Worf, my good klingon,
sir, welcome.

What a pleasure it is
to have you back with us again

so, lieutenant, uh, haircut today?
Trim your beard?

I would like my hair trimmed.

- Ah, a trim, of course.
- Not like last time.

Oh, no, just a little off the top.
I know.

Took way too much off last time.
Ha, ha.

Ahem, I was just, uh,
telling my colleague, Mr. SETI,

how thick and luxuriant
klingon hair is.

It's such a pleasure to cut,
sometimes I get carried away.

You know, all those away missions,
wind and dry air,

the elements really
are harsh on the hair.

I'd like to suggest that you start
using a conditioning agent.

Ah... I promise,
not too much off the top.

Just before the grid alarms sounded,

we were running warp power
through this junction.

Somehow, it must have
tripped the internal scanners.

And it showed up
as an eps explosion?

Yes, but the question is, why?

I've made modifications
to the sensors before,

but nothing like this
has ever happened.

Well, we can't waste our time
chasing sensor ghosts.

We should probably keep
the whole array off-line

until you can get a closer look.

- Oh, excuse me.
- I know the feeling.

Past few nights, it seems
as soon as my head hits the pillow,

it's time to get up.

I'm sure we could all use a little shore
leave once this survey is completed.

- Definitely. Keep me posted?
- Yeah.

Data, I'm wondering
if you could give me a hand.

I need to run
a structural integrity scan.

I wanna make sure
that none of the conduit was...

- Ooh.
- What is it?

This is the second time today
that my visor's just cut out like that.

Are you all right, geordi?

I don't know.

I just got a very weird feeling.

Maybe I should go to sickbay.

I will run the integrity scan.

Thanks, data.

Crusher: This is curious.

There's a slight bacterial infection
around your neural inputs.

It was probably
interrupting the data stream.

An infection? Where from?

It doesn't match
any bacterial strains on record.

I'm going to have
to sterilize the area.

But I need to run
a resonance tissue scan

to search for any signs
of additional infection.

Come over here.

Now, come forward.

Now, you're gonna need
to hold very still.

- How's the scan going, data?
- I have just started the scan.

Did you not go to sickbay?

Data, I've been there
for over an hour and a half.

That is not possible.

My internal chronometer indicates

you have been gone for exactly
one minute, 15 seconds.

Well, I'm telling you, data,
I've been gone for over an hour.

Computer, what is the time, please?

Computer:
The time is 1427 hours.

You are correct.

Ninety minutes, 17 seconds
have passed since you left the room.

What have you been
doing all this time?

I have no memory of events
during that period.

When we have finished here,
I will perform a self-diagnostic.

You know, first we picked up
a false eps explosion,

then my visor cuts out twice,

and now, you lose an hour,
all in this cargo bay.

La forge to engineering,

I want a diagnostic team
to cargo bay 4 immediately.

Man: On our way, sir.

Ensign rager,

cartography needs a better position
to study cluster fgc-13.

Bring us about.

Heading 123, Mark four.

Aye, sir.

Helm won't lock
to those coordinates, sir.

First time navigating
through a globular cluster, ensign?

You have to compensate

for the gravimetric
interference before...

Is there something wrong, sir?

I don't know.

Put us back on our original heading,
ensign.

Don't tell me.

This can't be right.

Come here and take a look at this,
would you?

I think we have
another sensor glitch.

Sensors are functioning normally.

They are detecting
a subspace particle emission,

originating from within this room.

From within this room?
That's impossible.

The emission is emanating
from this direction.

Geordi.

The structure of the bulkhead
has been altered on a subatomic level.

The metal itself is in a state
of quasi-molecular flux.

What's causing it?

Well, this is where it gets
a little wild, captain.

Behind that panel is a junction
that we were using

to transfer warp power
to the sensor array.

We're reading a subspace particle
stream emanating from that junction.

It appears to be composed
of spatially inverted tetryon particles.

We believe they are emanating
from a tertiary subspace manifold.

But I thought that tetryons
were unstable in normal space.

We don't understand it either, sir.

Something from that deep
in subspace

shouldn't be able to exist
in our universe.

But there it is.

- Does it pose a danger to the ship?
- La forge: Not unless it spreads.

If it does, we can beam
the bulkhead into space

and erect a force field in its place.

Well, keep that option ready.

In the meantime,
proceed with the analysis.

Aye, sir.

When I sat at the console,

it triggered a response
like I'd been trapped.

I had to get out of there.

Was it something
about the console itself?

I felt like I was disconnected.

Like it was something
that I had dreamed.

You're the third person

who's come to me today
with something like this.

An intense emotional response
provoked by an object.

Did any of them know
why they had, had the response?

No, they couldn't explain it
any more than you could.

You know, at this point,
I'm not willing to say it's coincidence.

Maybe we should all get together.

Well, talking about it would help you
understand your response.

I'm gonna find out
if anyone else on the ship

has had these kind of experiences.

Will, you told me you had
an unusual experience

when you sat down at the console.

Why don't you describe it?

It was vague,
the way you recall a dream.

I remember the sensation
of feeling trapped,

and something about
a smooth surface.

I had a similar response.

But to a pair of scissors.

Have you dreamt
about scissors recently?

I may have,
I have no distinct memory of it.

When my visor cutout
in the cargo bay,

I had a weird feeling too.

It was something
about a smooth surface.

It was smooth and cold.

Yeah, it was cold.

Yes, cold.

It was elevated.

A platform.

Right. Like a bench.

Or a table.

It seems you've all had
a similar experience.

Is there anything else you remember
besides the table?

Maybe there's a way we can all
help ourselves to remember more.

Troi: Well, you all remember a table,
so let's start with that.

Computer, show me a table.

Computer: There are 5,047
classifications of tables on file.

Specify design parameters.

Can you be more specific
about the table?

You mentioned
it was smooth and cold.

Can you remember
what shape it was?

Long. It was long.

Yeah,
and it had a rectangular shape.

Computer, show me
a rectangular conference table.

It's too high.

Computer, reduce the height
of the table by 25 percent.

No, the table was smaller.
And it was inclined.

Computer, decrease the table's
surface area by 20 percent

and incline the top 15 degrees.

No, it wasn't made of wood.

It was smoother, more metallic.

Computer, make this a metal table.

Yeah, that's starting to look right.

Was there anything else
in the room?

Furniture? Chairs?

A door?

Other people?

No. It was dark.

Riker: Yes, it was dark.

You couldn't see beyond the table.

Computer, lower
the surrounding light level.

There was a light right in my face,
a bright light.

Computer, give me a bright light
right above the table.

Computer: Specify light source.

I couldn't tell. It was above me.

An overhead lamp.

Computer:
Estimated distance of light source.

I don't know.

It was at least 2 or 3 meters above.

Brighter.

Brighter.

You said you were uneasy when you
sat down at the conn position.

I felt trapped by the console.

But it wasn't like this,
there was something else here.

A restraint of some kind?

Yes, there was a restraint.

It was flat and metal.
It was made of metal.

It came down over my legs.

No, no, no, it was across my chest,
it was right here.

It was holding you down?

Yes, it was part of the table.
It was here.

It was right here.

Computer, create a restraining arm

attached to the right side
of the table at the midpoint.

Was it like that?

Computer, put controls
on the restraining arm.

A control panel, lights.

Kaminer:
There was something else there.

Over the head of the table.

A metal swing arm.

Computer, create a metal swing arm,
double-jointed,

total length, 1 meter.

Connect it to the head of the table.

Worf: There was something
attached to it. A tool of some sort.

Scissor-like.

Computer, produce a pair of scissors
attached to the armature.

The handle is wrong.
It was not scissors.

Computer, make the handle
a single-piece grip.

Ten centimeters long, solid metal.

Now, make one blade longer,
curved inward.

And give the other blade
a jagged edge.

Troi: All right.

You were lying on the table.

You had a bright light
shining in your eyes.

Were there any smells in the room?

Were there any sounds?

Yes, there was a sound.

Computer, there were noises
coming from the darkness.

Strange.

Like whispering.

More like clicks.

Clicking sounds.

Louden

faster.

More of them.

I've been in this room before.

We've all been here before.

Crusher: Here it is again.

Something has caused
high levels of serotonin

to be produced
in geordi's visual cortex.

When I examined him earlier today,

I thought it was the result
of a bacterial infection.

But now I'm finding
the same thing in all three.

They all have elevated levels
of serotonin.

It's concentrated
in the hippocampus,

which suggests that they've been
exposed to a neuro-sedative.

And that's not all.

I have detected minute tetryon particle
traces in their subdermal tissues.

Tetryons.

Like the emissions in the cargo bay.

I have completed my self-diagnostic,

and have confirmed
that I was not aboard the enterprise

for 90 minutes, 17 seconds
yesterday afternoon.

Are you sure?

Whenever I am on the ship,
the warp field leaves

an electromagnetic signal
on my internal servo fluid system.

Between the period
of 1254 to 1426 hours,

that signature is missing.

Computer, are there any members
of the crew of the enterprise missing?

Computer: There are
two crew members unaccounted for.

Identify them.

Computer: Lieutenant Edward
hag/er and ensign Sariel rager.

When did they leave?

Computer: They have not
been present since 2332 hours.

Picard: How did they leave?

Computer:
Method of departure unknown.

Picard to bridge.

Man 1: Bridge here, captain.

Raise shields.
And I want a level four security alert.

I need to know if anyone
comes on or off this ship.

Man 1: Aye, sir.

Mr. La forge, Mr. Data,

I believe that if we find the source
of those tetryon emissions,

we'll find the missing crew members.

We're on it, sir.

Man 2: Dr. Crusher.

My god.

What is it?

It looks as though your arm
has been severed

and then reattached.

What?

Crusher: The skeletal structure
in your radius and ulna

is offset by 0.02 microns.

Your arm has been amputated
and surgically reattached.

Any progress with the analysis,
lieutenant?

La forge: Data,
the tetryon emissions have intensified.

They seem to be focusing
in this direction.

Coalescing here.

They're reading as a point
of subspace energy.

It appears to be the beginnings
of a spatial rupture.

Yeah, the tetryon emissions
are modulating

in a way that looks like somebody's
controlling the energy.

You know,

the signals from the modifications
I made to the sensor array,

some of them dipped
pretty deep into subspace.

Maybe they caught
somebody's attention.

At the rate the rupture is expanding,

we will soon be in danger
of hull breach.

Maybe we should try surrounding it
with a subspace containment field.

Other than the tetryon emissions
in cargo bay 4,

our internal sensors
haven't recorded anything unusual

in the past three days.

Initiate a metallurgical analysis
of the ship's hull,

subspace field incursions
may have left a trace.

Captain, sensors indicate

lieutenant hagler
has returned to the enterprise.

He is in his quarters.

Deck 9, section 17.

Computer, emergency entry,
chief medical officer Beverly crusher.

Crusher to sickbay.

Get me a plasma infusion unit
to deck 9, section 19.

His blood is turning
into a liquid polymer.

We've set up a containment field
in cargo bay 4,

but the rupture just keeps expanding.

I'd say we've got another
five to six hours

before it breaches the hull.

Can we still beam
the affected sections out into space?

No, sir. The spatial rupture is creating
severe nucleonic interference.

It is impossible to obtain
a positive lock on the bulkheads.

Has your analysis suggested any way
in which we might seal this rupture?

We think we can close the rupture
by neutralizing the tetryon emissions

with a coherent graviton pulse.

But we'd have to do that
at the source.

- How do we find the source?
- Good question.

The emissions are coming
from a tertiary subspace domain.

But subspace has
an infinite number of domains.

It's like a huge honeycomb
with an infinite number of cells.

We need to isolate the exact cell
that these emissions are coming from.

If someone homed on
to subspace signals

created by our modified signal array,

can we do the same to them?

Track the tetryon emissions
to their universe?

Tetryon particles
have a random momentum.

Our sensors cannot track them, sir.

Perhaps we could construct
a homing device.

Something that our sensors
could track.

That's a good idea, but there's no way
to get that device to the source.

Riker: Yes, there is.

Give it to me.

They've taken me for the last
few nights, and if I'm right,

the same thing will happen tonight.

Well, if you had a homing device,

we could track it
to your location in subspace.

Then as soon as they send you
back to the ship,

we could transmit the graviton pulse
and neutralize the tetryon emissions.

If they send him back.

Ensign rager
still hasn't been returned.

They're going to take me
whether I wanna go or not.

Well, we could wait as long as possible
for you to be returned, number one.

But when the spatial ruptures
begin to threaten the ship,

then we would have to transmit
that graviton pulse.

Understood.

Perhaps there's a way that
we could give you an advantage.

A way of keeping you conscious
after they've taken you.

Doctor, can you develop
some counteragent

to the neuro-sedative
that they have been giving the crew?

I could give you a neuro-stimulant,

but the dosage would have to be
rather high to counteract the effects.

It could be risky.

I'm willing to take that risk.

Make it so.

Mr. La forge,
begin work on that homing device.

This should ward off
their neuro-sedative

for about 12 hours.

I hope it's enough.

It's gonna have to be.
I can't risk giving you a higher dosage.

I've locked this tricorder
into a continuous cycle.

That way it'll keep recording
whether you open it or not.

Hopefully, you can bring back
some information about their domain.

We've modified a sensor relay emitter
to transmit a subspace beacon.

When this indicator lights up,

it means that we've locked
on to your location.

Understood.

Captain, commander riker
has been taken from the enterprise.

Mr. La forge, report.

I still can't locate the homing signal.

We've covered the entire
upper subspace energy band.

We're extending the scan
to adjacent levels.

Mr. Data, your status?

Data: The rupture
has expanded another 4.2 percent.

Without further reinforcement,

containment field integrity will fail
in approximately 14 minutes.

Can you divert more power
to the containment field?

I can try to augment the field
with auxiliary power,

but it won't be much.

- Make it so.
- Aye, sir.

Captain,
I've located the homing signal.

Locking on to it now.

It's coming from a subspace
energy level of 16.2 kev.

Stand by to initiate
the graviton pulse.

Graviton emitters at full power, sir.
Standing by.

Mr. Data, how much time?

At the present rate,

containment failure will occur
in approximately nine minutes.

Captain, the containment field
is beginning to fluctuate.

Failure anticipated
in three minutes, 11 seconds.

We can't afford to wait any longer.
Begin the graviton pulse.

Initiating pulse now.

Data to engineering.

The graviton pulse
is having an effect.

Tetryon emissions
have decreased by 19 percent.

Captain, additional subharmonics
have appeared.

They are reinforcing
the tetryon emissions.

They appear to be
counteracting the graviton pulse.

The rupture is beginning
to expand again, sir.

Looks like somebody
is fighting back.

Can you strengthen
the graviton pulse?

I can try to set up
a random frequency shift.

If we can keep them from guessing
our pulse modulation,

they might not be able
to compensate.

Tetryon emissions
continue to increase.

The rupture is still expanding.

Hull breach is imminent.

They're reacting faster
than we can shift frequencies.

Shipley, program the emitters
for full spectrum pulse compression.

I want to channel
all of the graviton energy

into a single burst.

See if they can handle that.

Ready, commander.

The rupture is beginning
to close, sir.

Recharge the emitters.
Let's hit them again.

- Come on.
- Ready.

Data:
The rupture is 86 percent closed.

We're almost there.
One more burst should do it.

Emitters recharging.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 46191.2.

The tetryon emissions
in cargo bay 4 have ceased,

and there have been no further
indications of alien intrusions.

All enterprise crew members
are safe and accounted for.

But we are still left
with some unanswered questions.

Based on the information gathered
from commander riker's tricorder,

we have determined that the molecular
structure of the alien life forms

is solanagen-based.

We think that's why they couldn't
come through into our space

as easily as they could
take us into theirs.

They needed to learn
how to remodulate

their cellular energy states
in order to survive in our universe.

The tricorder readings indicate

they created a small pocket
of our universe in their laboratory,

to keep those they abducted alive.

Like putting a fish
in a bucket of water.

It's probably what they were
trying to do in cargo bay 4,

create a pocket
of their universe in ours.

What can we do to prevent this
from happening again?

It looks like they found us initially

by discovering
my modified sensor signal.

We should warn all starfleet ships
not to make that same mistake.

Have we any idea
what came through the rupture

before we were able to shut it down?

No, sir. We were unable to track it
once it left the cargo bay.

Maybe it was a probe of some kind.

Possibly they were simply curious.
Explorers, like ourselves.

Ensign rager and I
were lucky to have escaped.

Lieutenant hagler is dead.

Whoever it was that sent that thing
was more than simply curious.