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That's very good.

Well, that's very nice.

No, it isn't.

I just can't get it right.

- Do you think the wings are too big?
- Oh, no, not at all.

Birds have wings of all sizes, Eric,

and you shouldn't worry
about making it look perfect.

But Mrs. Narsu said
we should try to make our sculptures

as realistic: As possible.

Well, she's right.

It is important that you be able
to make the Clay

take the shape you want it to have.

But you're not supposed to be
concentrating on technique today.

I'm here to help you focus

on the feelings you want to convey
with your sculpture.

For instance, what do you think about
when you see a bird?

- Flying?
- Fine.

So make your sculpture
make me think of flying too.

- How's it going, data?
- I have finished.

The dimensions are accurate
to within 1.3 percent.

I'm sure they are.

Data, you obviously don't have
a problem with realism,

but you're here to work
on your imagination.

Maybe you should try something
a little more abstract.

Here.

I want you to start a new piece.

I'd like you to sculpt...

Music.

Counselor, music is a collection
of acoustic vibrations.

How can I reproduce
a sound with Clay?

Well, think of the effects
that sounds have on people.

The images
that music brings to your mind.

And then give it a form.

It's a start.

Riker to data.
Please report to the bridge.

Acknowledged, sir. On my way.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 47615.2.

We have encountered a rogue comet
in sector 1156.

It is not native
to this region of space

and there is no previous record
of this object

on any federation charts.

Based on its present trajectory,

the comet appears to have originated
in the d'arsay system.

That's over two sectors away.

That is correct, sir.

This object has been en route
for 87 million years.

- That's a long time alone in the dark.
- Hm.

Begin a full sensor analysis,
Mr. Data,

and log the findings with
the federation astrophysical survey.

Aye, sir.

The comet's outer shell
is composed primarily

of gaseous hydrogen and helium
surrounding an icy mantle.

The inner core
consists of heavier elements.

What was that?

There is a distortion
within the comet's inner core.

I believe we experienced
an intense sensor echo.

Can you correct for it?

I am attempting to do so now, sir.

I have compensated for the effect.

Sensors are reconfigured
for a low-intensity sweep.

We are still picking up
some interference,

but the distortion is manageable.

At these settings,
the scan will be complete in 39 hours.

Worf says he's gonna teach us some
mok'bara throwing techniques today.

More like falling techniques.

Last time we did that,
I was sore for a week.

What's this?

I have no idea.

I've never seen it before.

Maybe will left it for you,
a little present.

It's not quite his style.

- Then maybe it's a secret admirer.
- Ooh.

That's an interesting thought.

Well, you'll figure it out later.

Come on, we're gonna be late.

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.

That's nice.

This is amazing.
How did you come up with this?

I followed your advice, counselor.

I used my imagination.

That's an understatement.

For some reason,
as I was shaping the Clay,

the image of the mask
was exceptionally clear in my mind.

The design seemed
to flow quite naturally.

Data, have you been
in my quarters?

No, counselor.

Someone left an object in my room.

Some kind of artifact.

And it has something
very similar to this,

and you don't know
anything about it.

I do not.

Excuse me, counselor.

Can you help me with my terminal?

It's not working right.

Perhaps we should investigate
this matter further.

These symbols don't match anything
in the federation linguistics banks.

Some kind of alien information

has been downloaded
into our computer core.

I don't know how it's working,
but it's reconfiguring our systems.

How did it get in?

I was able to trace its path

from the replicators
to the sensor array.

The sensors?

They've been scanning that comet
for the past 18 hours.

Those energy readings from the
comet's core, that sensor echo.

We don't know what's inside that thing.

Maybe it's about time we find out.

Could we use the phasers
to melt down the shell of the comet?

La forge: Yeah. A dispersed
wide-field beam might do the trick.

It wouldn't take long
to come up with the firing parameters.

What do you think, data?

Data, what's wrong?

I believe I recognize these symbols.

How?

I do not know.

Do you think maybe your systems
have been affected?

It is a possibility.

I do not believe
my systems are currently impaired,

but I will run
a full diagnostic to make certain.

What do you think they mean?

"Boundary.

Border.

Companion.

Message.

Messenger."

What's that one?

Captain, phasers are set
for wide dispersal.

Ten percent maximum power.

The beam will automatically terminate
once the comet's core is reached.

Very well, Mr. Worf.

Fire.

Phasers have terminated.

Mr. Data, what are we looking at?

Is it a ship?

I do not know, sir.

The object is nearly solid.

It is composed primarily of fortanium
and several unknown materials.

It is over 87 million years old.

That's older than the comet itself.

Could someone
from the d'arsay system have built it?

There are no technologically advanced
cultures in that system now.

But perhaps 87 million years ago
there were.

Why would they want to hide
that inside a comet?

Possibly it accumulated
those frozen gases over time

as it traveled through space.

In any case,
it's definitely responsible

for the system anomalies
we've been experiencing.

They're using our sensor beam
as a carrier wave

to transmit information
into our computers and replicators.

But the question remains, why?

What is its purpose?

Captain, I believe this object
is an informational archive.

Why do you say that, Mr. Data?

Data: I do not know.

However, I seem to have an intuitive
understanding of its function.

La forge: Data, the internal structure
of that thing is pretty complex.

And it's got
a repetitive node configuration

which might suggest
a database of some kind,

but it could be practically anything.

I don't see how
you could know for sure what it is.

Data, do you believe that you're
in communication with that object?

It is a possibility, sir.

I recommend we run
a level one diagnostic

of my positronic net
to determine if that is the case.

Very well.
Mr. La forge, give him a hand.

Aye, sir.

Do you think it's just trying
to make contact?

Yes, it's possible.

But if that is an archive
from some ancient civilization,

we should allow it to do so.
But we must be careful.

Mr. Worf,
keep an eye on the sensors.

If the ship is in any danger,

I want you to sever
the connection immediately.

Worf: Aye, sir.

Come.

- Captain?
- Yes, come in, number one.

We've confined
the system corruption.

It won't be spreading any further.

But we still have alien symbols
floating around in our computer.

Quite a collection you've assembled.

I've seen these things
all over the ship.

They all look the same,
primitive and non-functional.

Ceremonial
and deceptively primitive.

Only an advanced
technological society

could have built
that object out there.

These artifacts played a ritualistic role
in that society, I think.

Do you think data could be right?

Could we have stumbled across
some sort of alien library?

Oh, yes, it's possible.

And if so, this is a find
of the most enormous significance.

That library seems designed
to do so much more

than simply store information.

Who knows
what we might not learn from this.

- I keep seeing this design.
- Yes, this symbol

- seems to be of significance.
- What do you think it means?

Well, the concept
of the four cardinal compass directions

are quite common
in many different cultures.

The words that data
recognized in the computer,

"boundary, border, road,"
they were all arranged in this design.

Well, perhaps the artifacts
that all have this compass symbol

belong to the same theme,
movement.

Finding a direction,
traveling a path, crossing a boundary.

And death?

One of the symbols was death.

Well, the ultimate boundary.

I've seen
this symbol everywhere too.

But much less
prominently displayed.

It's always in the background,
much smaller than the others.

Riker:
What do you think it represents?

I have no idea.

Lower synaptic functions
are completely normal.

Autonomous systems all check out.

I suggest we examine
my memory subsystem next.

All right.

Data, what's wrong?

I am not certain.

I am experiencing
a curious sensation.

Well, what is it?

An impulse.

Impulse? What kind of impulse?

I do not know.

I'm gonna check
your higher functions.

What does it feel like
when a person is losing his mind?

Data, come on, you're scaring me now.
What's going on?

I do not know.

I am different.

Well, you're gonna be all right.

You're with me, okay?

Okay.

Listen, I'm gonna disconnect you.

What's going on?

Masaka is waking.

- Captain...
- Captain.

I've been waiting for you.

You should feel honored.

I don't usually wait for anyone.

What is it you want?

Masaka is waking.

Are you masaka?

I am not masaka.

I am ihat.

What have you done
to commander data?

Ihat: Commander data?

- You mean the one who was here.
- Picard: Yes.

He's gone.

Who can say where?

Picard to counselor troi.

Report to main engineering
immediately.

"Picard to counselor troi.

Report to main engineering
immediately."

Ihat, this place you come from,

is it a cultural archive
of your species?

I come from masaka city.

Are there others like you there?

There are no others like me.

Picard: Who is masaka?

You will find out.

I would like to know masaka.

Speak with her.

Do you understand pain?

Death?

That is all you need
to know of masaka.

It is what she is.

Leave this place
before she finds you.

It can be done.

Masaka.

I am yours.

Every part of me is yours.

We should confine him to quarters.

This is a micrograph
of what's happened

to data's positronic net.

Now, as near as I can tell,
these are behavioral nodes.

I've counted 14 so far.

I think the archive is using data

to create different people
within its culture,

much in the same way it used
our replicators to create artifacts.

As a result, data's real personality
has been completely buried.

In a sense,
data has the Android equivalent

of multiple personalities.

And the archive hasn't stopped yet.

Data's positronic net
is still being transformed.

There's no telling how many more
personalities might emerge.

Geordi, I want you to continue
to scan the archive

and see if you can find
some way to access it.

And in the meantime,
I'll see what I can learn

from these people inside data.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Only masaka can hurt me.

I am for her alone.

I need to speak with ihat.

Do you understand?

Captain.

That was a cruel joke
you played on me.

For a moment, a brief moment,

I actually thought
that woman was masaka.

Whoever took your place
wasn't afraid of masaka.

He seemed eager for his fate.

Pitiful, isn't it?

You won't catch me
humiliating myself for a woman,

even if she were a queen.

Then masaka is your queen.

She's a lazy creature.

She spends most
of her time sleeping.

Problem is what she does
when she's awake.

Then we should try
to keep her asleep.

Try to stop the sun
from climbing the sky. Hm? Uh-uh.

Only korgano can do that.

And he's not here.

Where is he?

Help me. Please.

What's wrong?

I'm afraid.

- Of what?
- Her.

- Masaka?
- Her!

Picard to bridge. Report.

The archive just activated
some sort of tractor beam, sir.

We're not able to disengage it.

Has there been any damage
to the ship?

There was an emergency reported
in ten-fonnard. Worf's on his way.

There's some kind of energy pulse
coming through the tractor beam.

It's overriding our control systems.

- Picard: I'll be right there.
- Don't leave me.

I won't leave.

Please, let go of me.

- Does it hurt?
- Yes.

She's gonna hurt us all.

Now you've done it, captain.

Masaka is awake.

Troi: Who's this?

I'd say that that is masaka.

Ihat referred to her as queen.

And it's not unusual
in ceremonial cultures

to find royalty symbolized by a sun.

Troi: You said the personalities inside
data were in awe of her, even terrified?

Well, according to data, the sun image
is also a symbol for death.

See? There it is again.

Same u-shaped symbol,
small and insignificant.

Almost as if it's an afterthought.

Captain, this is incredible.

These artifacts weren't beamed here
from the archives.

The matter here in ten-fonnard
has been transformed.

Into living plants?
How is that possible?

I'm not sure, but bit by bit,
this ship is being transformed.

Worf: We have been receiving reports
from the rest of the ship.

Part of deck 12 is now an aqueduct.

What are we
being transformed into?

I'm not sure I wanna find out.

I don't think we have any choice. We
must destroy that archive, Mr. Worf.

Sir, our weapons control systems
are inoperative.

However, we could reconfigure
a photon torpedo for a manual launch.

Make it so.

There's so much more here
that we could have learned.

I really regret losing that opportunity.

Okay, I've locked in
the targeting parameters.

What's the phase alignment now?

Less than 0.7 percent.

Good, that'll do it.

- I'm setting the yield at Max...
- Sir.

The on board power systems
are not functioning.

Let's see what's going on here.

Something tells me
we'd better get out of here.

Engineering to bridge.
Emergency transport.

Two to beam out.

Riker: We better talk out here.

The observation lounge
has turned into a swamp.

So, what's our status?

Well, so far,
the archive has transformed

about 20 percent of the ship.

We've lost main propulsion and
the weapon systems in the process.

What about communication,
sensors, life support?

We have communications
and limited sensor control.

Life support seems to be unaffected.

I've analyzed the alien plant forms.

They've developed
from biological matter

we have on the ship.

The stone, the artifacts,
are made in much the same way,

extrapolating
from the ship's own alloys.

Apparently the archive can reorder
and transform molecular structure,

including DNA,
into anything it wants.

So it's using our ship,
our alloys, our DNA,

- to create elements of its own culture.
- But why is this happening?

What does the archive
hope to accomplish?

Well, whatever the intent
that lies behind its process,

I'm not gonna permit this ship
to be turned into an alien city.

Mr. La forge,
do you have any ideas?

We still haven't been able
to cut off that beam.

But I have managed
to access the archive

by sending an energy pulse
back along their signal path.

If I could locate
the transformation program,

I might be able to control it.

That's a good idea,
but I feel that the answer lies there.

With masaka.

We must find her. Access her.

Difficult to stay warm.

It's not warm enough.

Not for an old man.

Tell me about masaka.

My daughter.

Tell me, how can I talk to her?

As children grow...

Forget their parents.

Only korgano can talk to masaka.

Korgano? Who is that?

Well, aren't we the persistent one?

- Ihat.
- Is anyone else so charming?

Masaka is taking over my ship.

I told you she would.

I want to talk with her.

But I understand that korgano
is the only one who can do that.

Who told you that?

An old man.

Masaka's father.

Oh, yes. Yes.

Legend has it she chopped him up
and used his bones to make the world.

Any wonder he doesn't like
to talk about her?

How can I find korgano?

I don't know.

He's not chasing her anymore.

Where has he gone?

Stop asking me these questions.

I was fast enough to get away once,
I don't want her to find me again.

I'll wind up on her sacrificial slab.

Ihat, if she's looking for a sacrifice,
she can take me.

Perhaps then
she'll stop looking for you.

Well, there's an idea.

Better you than me.

Very well.

What do we do?

You must build masaka's temple.

The queen's temple.

That will get her attention.

Very well, how do I do that?

You need the sign.

I could give it to you.

So could the old man.

But just try getting it out of him.

Give me the sign.

If she finds out,

you can't imagine her rage.

She lets people die of thirst.

Sometimes she burns them alive.

She's glorious.

Ihat, the sign.

Give it to me.

If she comes,
you will take my place?

- Yes.
- All right.

Quickly, give me your hand.

A line, as the unending horizon.

A curve, as the...

She has found me.

Masaka, show yourself.

I will go with you.

It seems I was not fast enough.

So hard to stay warm.

Are you one of my children?

I can't remember anymore.

I need your help.

I need the sign for the temple.
For masaka's temple.

It won't help you.

Korgano no longer pursues her.

Only he can stop her.

A line, as the unending horizon.

A curve, as...

A line, as the unending horizon.

A curve...

As the rolling hillside.

A point, as a distant bird.

A ray, as the rising sun.

Thank you.

Now come sit with me.

Tend the fire.

I'm alone.

No one left to help me.

She's coming.

Are all the others dead?

Did masaka kill them?

She sent them away.

It will take them days to die.

Picard:
Any progress, Mr. La forge?

I think I've found
the archive's transformation program.

Will it accept the symbol
for masaka's temple?

I think so. I've isolated
the program's input pathways.

They're keyed to accept symbols.

If I input this one, it should initiate
the transformation program.

- And create the temple?
- La forge: Well, I hope so.

If this is wrong,
it might turn the enterprise

into a big chunk of rock.

No way to know for sure.

Question is,
can we trust a personality

from an alien archive
that seems bent on taking us over?

Ihat risked his life
to show me that symbol.

And masaka killed him for doing it.

I think we have to risk it.

Captain, the entire deck
has been cleared of personnel.

We may proceed.

Commander riker, we're ready.

Riker: Understood.

Initiate transformation.

Inputting the symbol now.

It would seem
that this is masaka's temple.

There is no one else here.

Picard: Ihat said that if we created the
temple, that it would get her attention.

It may be some time
before she shows herself.

Worf: Ow will she do that?

Picard: I don't know.

Captain, take a look at this.

This is the first time
I've seen these two symbols paired.

That could be significant.

Look, there it is again.

And again.

And there, again.

This is obviously
an important pairing.

"He isn't chasing her anymore."

Ihat said that someone called korgano
isn't chasing masaka anymore.

And the old man said,
"he pursues her no longer."

In a sense, the small symbol
might be seen to be chasing masaka.

Well, the symbol suggests antlers
of some kind, horns.

Maybe it is meant
to represent an animal.

Animals are worshipped
in many cultures.

That smaller symbol
could represent korgano.

Ihat and the old man
said that korgano was the only one

who could control masaka.

Many ritualistic cultures
incorporate the idea of balance

into their belief systems.

Now, masaka is a queen.

A powerful godlike figure.

It's not unrealistic to believe

that she might have a counterpart,
a consort.

Look around, see if you can see
that horn-like symbol anywhere else.

Troi:
This is the most prominent instance

of the horn symbol we've seen yet.

Worf: But now it appears as though
masaka's sun is chasing it.

Troi: The sun chasing an animal?

Maybe it's simpler than that.

Maybe their relationship
is more like the sun and the moon.

I see.

Masaka and korgano
switching positions.

- The sun setting and the moon rising.
- Exactly.

Like two powerful rulers
changing places in a continual cycle.

And like the sun and the moon,
only one of them

can be in ascendance
at any given time.

If we can find korgano in the archive
and bring him out,

then perhaps
he could force masaka to leave.

But would we be better off with him?

Ihat and the others didn't seem
to be frightened of korgano.

Masaka.

Masaka.

I'm captain Jean-Luc picard
of the federation starship...

Go away.

Picard: Please, hear us.

- Your archive is destroying our...
- I do not hear you.

She will not even listen to us.

Then we will have to find someone
to whom she will listen.

I found it, captain.

This is the only place in the archive

where korgano's moon symbol
appears by itself,

not linked with masaka's.

All right, Mr. La forge, I want you
to access the transformation program.

And when you're ready,
input the symbol.

Isn't that a little risky?

We have no idea
what the result would be.

The symbol might generate anything
from korgano's temple

to korgano himself.

In one sense,
korgano is masaka's Nemesis.

And whatever
this symbol represents,

it could be for us a means
to control her.

Now, if anyone has a better idea,
I'm very happy to entertain it.

I've accessed the program, captain.

Initiate the transformation.

Another mask.

You know, we could be going
about this all the wrong way.

This is a very ritualistic culture,
one based on symbol and myth.

Perhaps we should try
to confront them on those terms.

If I could somehow incorporate myself
in their ritual,

then perhaps masaka
would listen to me.

You're going to try to pose
as korgano?

Captain, we know so little
about this culture,

and even less about korgano.

How would you convince masaka
that you're him?

Well, I'm really not certain.

But there are similarities

between this culture
and others that I've studied.

I would imagine
I'm just going to improvise.

- Mr. Worf, what's our status?
- We have less than two hours

before there is nothing left
of the ship.

At least, nothing we can recognize.

Picard: Masaka.

Korgano.

Are you surprised to see me?

I thought I had escaped you.

You should know that is impossible.

You are a fine hunter.

But I'm a powerful prey.

You will never catch me.

Do you want to be the prey forever?

I thought I was alone.

I thought I would not have
to share the sky with you.

But without me,
you are not complete.

I know you so well.

You live for the chase, as do I.

Will you not miss being the hunter,

pursuing me,
forcing me from the sky

so that you can rise again?

You know me well, korgano.

I think that you are beginning to tire.

It is difficult,
brightening the sky forever.

I am getting sleepy.

You always do that to me.

So that you can wake with the dawn

and begin the hunt again.

Let the hunt begin again.

I am eager for that.

As am I.

Riker to picard.
I don't know what you did, sir,

but it looks like everything
is back to normal.

Acknowledged.

Mr. Data, are you all right?

I believe so, sir.

I am not entirely certain
what has happened.

Have I been dreaming again?

I'm afraid that would take
some time to explain.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 47618.4.

Commander la forge
has managed to disable

the alien transformation program.

Starfieet has dispatched
an archaeological team

to study the archive further.

Picard: I don't understand.
I thought all of the alien artifacts

had disappeared from the enterprise.

Data: That one was not created
by the archive, sir.

That is the Clay mask
I originally made.

I have since painted it.

- A memento.
- Yes, sir.

Although I am relieved
to be rid of those alien personalities,

in a sense, I am now empty.

I can imagine.

Dr. Crusher told me

that there were possibly dozens
of personalities inside you.

And I suspect the number
was much greater.

My impression
is that there were thousands.

Of all ages and walks of life.

It was a remarkable experience.

Well, data,
you never may become fully human,

but you've had an experience
that transcends the human condition.

You've been an entire civilization.