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Captain's log, stardate 41242.4.

Our last assignment
has taken us into

the remote
Omicron Theta star system,

home of our android crewmember,
Lieutenant Commander Data.

Although we're due
at our next assignment,

I have decided to visit
Data's home planet for a few hours,

in the hopes of unraveling some
of the mystery of his beginnings.

Sir, we are now 20 minutes
from Omicron Theta. Mark.

Stand by for subwarp.

Head for standard orbit
of Data's planet.

Wonder why
Data hasn't come up here.

He said he wanted to be alone.

Perhaps this is a bigger moment
for him than we thought.

Ah...

Ah...

- Ah...
- Data.

Choo!

- What are you doing?
- Sneezing.

- Have you got a cold?
- A cold what?

It's a disease my mom says
people used to get.

Ah. But humans still sneeze
for other reasons.

And I cannot seem to do it right.

Ah...

Ah...

How can you be practicing
something like sneezing

when we're arriving at your
home planet for the first time?

- Aren't you interested in that?
- More than interested. Fascinated.

One might say agog.
But I also find sneezing interesting.

Choo! Ch--!

Captain Picard wishes
to see you on the Bridge.

Captain, confirming
Class-M reading there

but the sensors aren't
showing any life readings.

- Not even vegetation.
- Strange.

The cruiser that found Data
reported farmlands there.

Do you want to take her into orbit,
Data?

No, thank you, sir.

- Continue on into close parking orbit.
- Aye, sir.

I could say "Home, sweet home," sir.

If I understood how the word "sweet"
applies.

It usually refers to memories.

It usually refers to one's own
memories, captain.

Do the memories you have
include farms, Data?

Affirmative, sir.

But the colony's principal
interest was science.

Data, I don't understand how you can
hold the memories of 411 people.

If that means every experience,
every day of their life...

It does not, unfortunately.

It means only the knowledge
they had accumulated.

Actually, I'm quite deficient
in some basic human information.

- Sneezing, for example.
- Sneezing?

Approaching close parking orbit, sir.

Assemble your away party,
Commander.

This must be an exciting time for you,
Mr. Data.

I'm tempted to lead
the away team myself,

except that my first officer
would object.

How would Starfleet judge me
if I didn't?

An entire Earth colony
did disappear down there.

You see?

Now in close parking orbit, sir.

Mr. Data, welcome home.

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.

First officer's log. Stardate 4124.5.

We have found Data's home
to be a completely dead world.

Down to lifeless vegetation.
No insects, not even soil bacteria.

What is it that could kill everything
on an entire planet?

Recording signal locked onto
the Enterprise, sir.

- This looks like anything but farmland.
- Agreed, sir.

The soil appears
almost completely lifeless.

This is the exact position
in the Tripoli log.

Do you recognize anything, Data?

The land contours are familiar, sir.

Topographically,
this is the correct area.

This once was rich farmland.

I'd say something
like 20 to 30 years ago.

I was discovered 26 years ago.

Commander, I'd say that everything
on this planet was either dead

or dying at the time Data was found.

I was found 20 meters in that
direction, sir.

Data, any idea at all why you
were given the colonists' memories?

I always felt that it was done hurriedly,

but I know little more.

Here, sir, this is where
the cruiser's landing party

found the signal device
that led them here.

And they found me lying there.

You were just
lying out there in the open?

No identity record, no instructions?

Only a layer of dust.

What's the first thing you remember,
Data?

Opening my eyes, looking into
the eyes of the Tripoli landing party.

They believed the signal device sensed
their presence and activated me.

Then this very spot
was your birthplace.

Commander...

I think I've got this place
figured out here.

This was very cleverly done.

To make this look like a natural hollow
in the terrain here.

There are signs of it being
constructed in a hurry,

as if to hide something here.

Yes, that was it, Geordi.

This awakens a memory remnant
of how the colonists

hoped to remain hidden.

But their fear of being discovered
led to their storing information in me.

Heh, yeah, thought so.

No life readings in here either, sir.

The colonists' laboratory,
extremely well equipped.

Does this stir any memories, Data?

Only a vague impression of some
of my functions being tested here.

Posted by proud parents.

It depicts something that feels
familiar, sir.

And dangerous.

But I have no idea
what it represents.

And that is all.

Except for an impression

of this being at
Dr. Soong's work area.

Who?

You don't mean
Dr. Noonien Soong?

He was called that here.

But his memories indicate he traveled
here under a different name.

Dr. Noonien Soong, my friend,
happens to have been

Earth's foremost robotic scientist.

Until he tried to make Asimov's dream
of a positronic brain come true.

The positronic brain.
He promised so much.

And then when he failed completely,
Dr. Soong disappeared.

Now we know he went somewhere
else to try a second time.

Data, Geordi,
we'll get a close look at this lab.

You and Lieutenant Worf reconnoiter
where those corridors lead.

Aye, sir.

- Data, it's you.
- An epidermal mold.

Made to give your exterior
the desired finish.

Lieutenant Yar to Commander Riker.

Come in, lieutenant.

Sir, this installation is big enough

to hold hundreds of people.

But all that's here now
is empty beds.

Thank you, lieutenant.

Complete your record scans
and report back here.

Commander Riker,
looks like some sort of storage area.

- How many more Datas are there?
- Looks like just these two.

I mean that, and the real Data.

Commander,
can this be another me?

Or possibly my brother?

I honestly don't know, Data.

- He needs assembling.
- "He"?

Data, we don't know
that this can become alive.

It is very important
for me to know that, sir.

I never dreamed it was possible
that I might find some link

with a form like my own.

Understood.
We'll take it back to the ship with us.

Captain's log, stardate 41242.45.

Despite having only a few hours

in which to explore
Data's home planet,

we have discovered something
which may explain Data's beginnings,

if we can properly assemble and
communicate with what we've found.

Signal from the captain.
They need you at the debriefing.

I've been most anxious to hear the
chief engineer's opinion, Mr. Argyle.

Do you believe
he can be made to function?

It appears to include
all the components in your body.

Heh, not that we fully understand
your construction either.

We have our top specialists
working on its construction, Mr. Data.

Uh, just one thing.
Without disassembling you, of course,

if we should need more to...

If we should need
to compare this with the way

you're put together...

Bringing it up here was the
right thing to do, Number One.

We were just saying
that if your duplicate functions,

it may answer a lot of questions.

Does it appear to have, um,
all your parts?

- Completely, sir.
- Will...

- Will we know how to turn it on?
- All right.

All right.

Legitimate questions about any of this
need not be asked apologetically.

You feel uncomfortable
about aspects of your duplicate.

We feel uncomfortable too,
and for no logical reason.

If it feels awkward to be reminded
that Data is a machine,

just remember that we are merely
a different variety of machine

in our case,
electro-chemical in nature.

Let's begin to handle this
as we would do anything else.

- Agreed, captain.
- Let's begin with you, Data.

Well, sir, a good starting point may be,
why was I given human form?

Well, to make it easier for humans
to relate to you. Had to be.

But your designer may have had
something else to prove as well.

That human-shaped robots
need not be clumsy

or limited in their performance.

You certainly operate
as well as we do, Data.

Better in some ways, sir.

You might wanna
have a look at this, captain.

Could be a link to the disappearance
of the colonists.

It was displayed in the lab,
no doubt by proud parents.

It could be just a child's imagination,

but several children
did similar drawings.

Dr. Crusher to the captain.

At this point, sir, we very much
need Mr. Data's help.

He's on his way, doctor.

Is the electromagnetic synthometer

reading positive or negative?

Positive.

Press your fingers there, doctor.

There.

It operates almost as a switch.

And these small projections?

An android alarm clock.

Is that amusing?

They time how long
I remain unconscious.

Are you certain about us using
these heating devices, Data?

I will feel nothing at all.

Marvelous.

It should be a lot simpler once we see
how your circuitry's connected.

I won't mention it to anyone.
You have my word.

If you had an off-switch, doctor,
would you not keep it secret?

I guess I would.

Yes, notice
the micro-circuitry here. And here.

And another fibroid-like
connection here.

Let's close up.

It seemed to go well,
thanks to a look inside Mr. Data,

but there have been no signs
of consciousness yet.

Certainly is a good match for Data, sir.

Do you think so, really?

I wonder which of them
was made first.

He was.

But they found him to be imperfect,
and I was made to replace him.

You may call me Lore.

But I am also troubled
by it describing you as imperfect.

Human language
gives me difficulty too, sir.

"Imperfect" could mean that I lack
certain abilities he possesses.

Hmm, I wonder.

But the point of this is whether
you and it have approximately

- the same capabilities.
- We do, sir.

And your referring to him as "it"

suggests that I too fit into
the category of a thing.

Oh, yeah, I see your point.

- My apologies.
- Gladly accepted, sir.

As for Lore's abilities,
his use of syntax and grammar

suggests he was given
human memories similar to my own.

And you have about equal
physical strength and mental abilities?

I believe so, sir.

Which requires that I now ask you
a very serious question.

Since the two of you
are so closely related to each other...

The answer, sir,
is that my loyalty is to you.

And Starfleet. Completely.

Thank you, commander.
I was certain of that.

And helm control is here,

with the ship's heading being given
in measurements we call degrees.

Three hundred sixty of them
in a full circle this way.

- Then you say "mark."
- On the nose.

Which separates it from another
full 360 degree circle,

this way,
on a right angle to this one.

So by ordering a heading
so many degrees this way,

and so many this way,
the ship can travel in any direction.

All three dimensions.

And the square of the hypotenuse
of a right triangle...

Is equal to the sum
of the square of the other two--

Two something. Which I once heard,
but never understood.

All of which you will learn more about

when the captain has approved
your being on the Bridge.

Have I committed an offense?

You will find that there are many rules
on starships that must be learnt.

You're very clever, Wesley.

I now have duties to perform,
correct?

Were you ever this anxious
to please, Data?

Never. I judge Lore to be superior
in that desire.

Because I was designed
to be so human, my brother,

I enjoy pleasing humans.

"My brother."
That has a nice sound to it, Data.

You consider it important
to please humans.

It's not important?

There are many things of importance,
some more than others.

Do you realize that Commander
Riker's hypotenuse question

tricked you into showing your
knowledge was greater

than you were indicating.

Hmm. He didn't seem that clever.
I'll be more careful.

You tend to underestimate humans,
my brother.

Praising young Wesley on the helm,
for example.

A child.

He has a child's body, but we have
found him to be much more.

Thank you for that information too.

You do care about how I perform.

I pledge to be worthy of your teaching,
my brother.

Try not to be jealous of my abilities.

What information
are you requesting?

Everything available
on a Dr. Noonien Soong.

Ah, good old "Often Wrong Soong."

A joke, brother.

Actually, he was a genius
by human standards.

But he had destroyed
his own reputation by making

what seemed wild promises
about his positronic brain design.

Almost all of which failed.

Promises he later proved to be true.

Which made you and me possible,
brother.

Our beloved father.

Will I soon have a uniform like that,
brother?

If you get one the way I did, Lore,
it will mean four years at the academy,

another three as ensign,

10 or 12 on varied space duty
in the lieutenant grades...

A system designed to compensate
for limited human ability.

And you, brother,

are beginning to think as a human.

You and I are completely
different from them.

Are you truly satisfied with
the knowledge and memory

of a few hundred human colonists?

Suppose it could reflect
thousands or millions?

Or the knowledge of hundreds
of millions of life forms of every kind?

How?

We will discuss that in time.

And will we also discuss, Lore,
which of us was constructed first?

It would be foolish
to underestimate you, brother.

Yes, I lied when I said you were made
first, but with good reason.

Dr. Soong made me perfect
in his first attempt.

But he made me
so completely human

the colonists became
envious of me.

You lived with the colonists?

Until they petitioned Soong
to make a more comfortable,

less perfect android.

In other words, you, brother.

Haven't you noticed
how easily I handle human speech?

I use their contractions.

For example, I say, "can't" or "isn't"

and you say "cannot" and "is not."

I say tomato and you say tomato.

I say potato and you say potato.

A very old joke.

But then,
you also have trouble with their humor.

Am I right?

Quite true.

I keep trying to be more human,
and keep failing.

Do you realize, brother,

I can help you become
more human?

And do you realize, Lore,

that I am obligated to report
all of this to our ship's captain?

I assumed as much
when I began studying you.

May I use this to learn more
about this vessel and its customs?

Use it also to describe
for the captain the time

you spent among the colonists,

including everything you know
about what happened to them.

I promise a report of great detail
and accuracy.

Thank you, Lore.
I now have duties to perform.

Unless, of course,
you need something more?

I have more than I dreamed possible,
brother.

Captain's log, stardate 41242.5.

Thanks to Lore's report, we now know
what happened to the colonists.

Beginning with a child's drawing,
enhanced by Lore's description,

our computer has constructed
the image of a great crystalline entity

which feeds on life,

insatiably ravenous for the life force
found in living forms,

capable of stripping
all life from an entire world.

Then how did Data escape
that thing? Or Lore?

Lore had been disassembled.

He explained it as jealousy
from the colonists.

And Data wasn't yet alive
at that time.

Which explains why Data
could be left outside in no danger

from that creature.

Whatever happened to the colonists,

he would be found
by the first Starfleet crew

that responded to the signal
he transmitted.

By which Dr. Soong left proof
behind that his experiment did work.

Captain, how believable do you find
that crystal thing?

With so little of even our galaxy
explored, I find it at least possible.

Data, are you expecting Lore
to come up here?

- He left your quarters some time ago.
- To go...?

My turbo-sensors say
he went to Deck 4. Worf?

Where he examined some
micro miniature work tools,

and some fine grind quadratanium.

Which is used in our construction.

That particular compound
is no more suspicious, sir,

than a human looking
for an antiseptic or an ointment.

Nevertheless, I should check it out.

You're watching everything he does,
Data?

Is that the act of a brother?

It's the act of a Starfleet officer
obeying his captain, doctor.

Captain,
speaking strictly as security chief,

how much can you trust Data now?

I trust him completely, lieutenant.

But everyone should also realize
that that was a necessary

and legitimate security question.

Thank you, sir.

Lesson number one
in becoming more human.

You must observe
all human customs.

Champagne?

An ancient ritual still practiced

when they observe events
of importance.

My brother,

I toast our discovery of each other.

May it fill our lives
with new meaning.

I have some doubts about the value
of human customs in this...

My brother.

And let us toast also Dr. Soong,

who gave me the full richness
of human needs and ambitions.

A perfect match for my mind,
my body.

Brother...

And let us toast also
the great crystal entity

with whom I learned
to communicate.

Before Dr. Soong disassembled me,

I earned its gratitude
by revealing the way to the colonists.

Can you imagine its gratitude
when I give it the life on this vessel?

This is strange, sir.

I show Commander Data transmitting
on a subspace channel.

I know Data's been doing
considerable research

into Dr. Soong's background.

Let's be sure. Wesley?

Would you look in on
Commander Data, discreetly?

Yes, sir.

Crystal entity,

upon arriving here you can identify me
as the machine named Data.

End of message. Come in, please.

Glad you are here, Wesley.

Lore suddenly attacked me
and I had to turn him off.

Why did he do that, Data?

He discovered we have been using
sensors to follow what he does.

I practiced his facial tic.
Do I have it right?

I'd suggest you forget imitating him.

If you'd said, "We've been using
the sensors," instead of "We have,"

I might have suspected
you were Lore.

Yes. I do use language
more formally than Lore.

Please inform the captain
I will come up to the Bridge

- and report on this.
- Aye, sir.

Wes, tell me again how Data
said he immobilized Lore.

He told me he just turned him off,
Mom-- Uh, doctor.

Question, Mr. Data.

Did you or did you not swear me to
secrecy about your "off" switch?

A change of mind, doctor.

If I cannot trust the Bridge crew,
whom can I?

Captain, I'm picking up a bogey
coming in on a five o'clock tangent.

It's transmitting no ID signal, captain.

Set main viewer on that tangent.

Shields up, go to yellow alert.
Transmit friendly greetings,

all languages, all frequencies.

I can't believe anything's
overtaking us this fast.

Beautiful, isn't it?

I recognize it, sir.

It's the crystal image
Lore described.

My God.

Still no ID being transmitted, sir.
Also no answer to our inquiries.

Did you get a direct look at it?

It's like a giant snowflake crystal,
but much more complex.

The entire electromagnetic spectrum
seems to play about inside it,

but I haven't the slightest idea
what it is, sir.

Thank you, lieutenant. Data...

If there's anything else
that Lore could tell us about it,

it may be important.

Can you control him enough
to question him?

I will have to examine him
to know, sir.

Captain, recommend that you do not
let him roam the ship freely.

Ensign.

Wesley is simply showing himself
to be alert and responsible.

Something to be encouraged.
Come, you can watch everything I do.

Not if I have a choice.

That is enough, ensign.
When addressing a senior officer--

I've guided his training.
I'm the one at fault.

You will show the proper respect.

I will accompany you down there
to make certain of it.

With your approval, of course, sir.

Careful of Lore.

Good, he is still unconscious.

Notice the same twitch,
even though he is unconscious?

Stay back.

We may have problems
if he senses someone else is near.

Lore,

I have a few questions to ask you.

Lore, it is Data. He senses you.

I cannot control him if you stay.

Please, I will record everything
he says.

And you bring it to the Bridge,
immediately.

And you wanna be as stupid
as them,

dear brother?

Well, Number One?

It was Lore, sir. Same facial twitches
that we've seen all along.

Lying unconscious on the floor
exactly as Data had described,

and then it suddenly became violent,

apparently sensing that Wesley
and I were present.

Or is it Lore, pretending to be Data
and faking it all?

I asked for Commander Riker's report,
Acting Ensign Crusher.

Since it seems clear that you
are unable to function within the limits

- of that appointment--
- Captain.

Deflector shields holding, sir.

Bring photon torpedoes to ready,
main phasers to ready.

Go to red alert, please.

Weapons now ready, sir.

No, captain, let me talk to it.

You didn't say you could do that.

Affirmative. Talk to it.

Open hailing frequencies.

Crystal form, I identify myself as Data,
advising you to stop your attack.

The humans here are powerful,

capable of injuring
or even destroying you.

Now, I call that communicating.

Suggest moving fast to confirm
what I told it, sir.

Permission to use the large transporter
in Cargo Room Three.

There I can beam up some
living pattern, perhaps a large tree.

Which you'll beam over
next to the entity.

That is correct, Riker.

Our ship's phasers will then blast
and disintegrate it,

proving we are dangerous.

- Make it so.
- Sir?

Do it.

Sir, I know this may finish me
as an acting ensign, but--

Shut up, Wesley.

Lieutenant, pick a good security team
and let me know what he does.

Aye, sir.

"Shut up, Wesley"?

Doctor...

And since I am finished here,
sir, may I point out that--

Shut up, Wesley.

That everything that I have said
would have been listened to

if it came from an adult officer.

Request permission
to return to my quarters, sir.

Agreed. Doctor, go with him.

You're putting me off the Bridge?

I'm asking you to keep an eye
on your son during all of this, doctor.

Emergency close.

Now show me
your warrior fierceness.

I'll look, but I shouldn't have
let you talk me into this.

Mom, it's Data. He's been hurt.

It's Data, Mom.

I heard you know
how to turn them on.

This is very serious.

So just tell me to "Shut up, Wesley,"
and I will.

You're being very unfair, Wes.

Data, the crystal thing is outside,
somewhere close to the ship.

And Lore is loose on the inside.

How badly are you hurt, Data?

I will function sufficiently
to stop Lore, doctor.

Crystal entity form,
it's your old friend.

Very good.

You've understood perfectly so far.

Next I will signal that I'm about
to transport something out.

At which time the deflector shields
will turn off for a moment,

and if you move in at that time...

How sad, dear brother.

You make me wish
I were an only child.

Then why this marvelous gift?

The troublesome, little man-child.

Are you prepared for the kind of death
you've earned, little man?

If you take one more step
towards my son...

Ah.

Motherhood.

Back off.

Or I'll turn your little man
into a torch.

I promise him exquisite pain
unless you obey me too, brother.

Move away, Data, please.

Do you see now the advantages
of being completely human?

It includes kindness.

I give you your life, doctor.

Go, quickly,
and I may not injure your son at all.

- I will stay with Wesley, doctor.
- Go.

Or he'll be shrieking
by the count of five.

One, two, three, four...

Thank you for my human qualities,
Dr. Soong. Wait.

A small payment
for your son's misdeeds.

Wes, the transporter.

Wesley, now!

Lore's gone, sir, permanently.

Doctor, now that Wesley's safe,
go to Sickbay at once.

Captain, the crystal thing
has begun to move away.

Data, you all right?

Yes, sir, I'm fine.

Then get rid of that damned twitch,
and put on the correct uniform.

Yes, captain.

Ensign Crusher,
are you able to return to duty?

- Yes, sir.
- Then do so.

And let the Bridge know
that all is well down here.

Aye, sir.

It's gone, sir.

Without Lore,
it had no way to reach us.

And we're overdue
for our computer refit.

Number One,
have you ever considered

whether Data is more human
or less human than we want?

I only wish we were all
as well balanced, sir.

Agreed.