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Lieutenant Mura,
target the Shrike.

Fire!

Been a long time since we all
sat around the table like this.

Too long, really, by far.

All that matters is that
we are together once more,

because I need you.
All of you.

Changelings have infiltrated Starfleet.

Whatever it is they've
got planned,

Starfleet is gathering
the entire fleet

in one location
for Frontier Day.

And it's just hours away.

There's something very wrong
with me.

According to this,
Jack has Irumodic Syndrome.

Inherited from me.

Maybe I was doomed
before I was even born.

We're analyzing the data
we pulled from the Shrike

to see what it was that they
were extracting from your body.

They removed portions
of his parietal lobe.

Why the hell would they
want that?

Soong research indicates
an anomalous form

inside Jean-Luc Picard.

Previous diagnosis
of Irumodic Syndrome

is in question.

TROI:
Whatever the Changelings
have in store

is tied directly to Jack.

BEVERLY:
Visions, voices.
He has abilities

that we just can't explain.

TROI:
I think it's time
I met your son.

Jack, have you ever seen a door?

JACK:
The red door?

- It's time to open it, Jack.
- No.

- I don't know that I can.
- We'll go together.

You're not alone.

TROI:
Nothing is more elusive
than a door

the mind doesn't wish to open.

["I Can't Stop Crying"
by Will Grove-White playing]

♪ I can't stop crying ♪

♪ Over you ♪

♪ Can't think of smiling ♪

♪ Now I'm so sad and blue... ♪

TROI:
I'm here with you, Jack,
in your mind.

I can feel your reluctance,
your fear,

but you're safe.

Now tell me about these vines.

They're almost like neurons.

I don't know what they are...
or what they mean.

Symbols have nothing
but meaning.

♪ I can't stop praying ♪

Think, Jack.

Remember.

-♪ You'll come back home ♪
- What do they mean to you?

♪ Can't understand... ♪

The Crimson Arboretum.

On Raritan IV.

My mother took me there
as a boy. She...

She adored this song.

♪

Don't get lost in it, Jack.

- Stay with me.
- She played it all the time.

Less of a song
than a memory, uh...

coded in the melody,
passed down

from my father to my mother...

to me.

The vines, Jack. Focus.

What are they?

JACK:
So many blossoms.
So much life.

Thousands of flowers.

Yeah, each so very different,
but beneath the soil...

...the vines are connected.

Did you find that comforting?

Not comforting, no.

[music slowing]

No, right, true.

Purposeful.
Perfect.

TROI [echoing]:
So the vines are connections.

Is that what you're seeking,

a connection?

Yes. Many.

FEMALE VOICE [echoing]:
Hear me.

TROI:
Your truth, it's behind
that door.

FEMALE VOICE [echoing]:
Find me.

Will you let me
open it for you?

- I promise...
- FEMALE VOICE: Fear nothing.

...whatever we might
find there,

you will not be alone.

FEMALE VOICE:
We will be together
soon, Jack.

Yes.

[voices whispering indistinctly]

[gasps]

I'm, I'm sorry, um...

I-I-I'm really sorry.
Excuse me.

What did you see?

Tell me, what did you see?

What did you see?!

PICARD:
Deanna.

- What's wrong?
- What happened?

[door creaking]

[rumbling]

BORG COLLECTIVE:
We are Borg.

♪

PICARD [echoing]:
I am Locutus of Borg.

Resistance is futile.

Your life as it has been

is over.

Borg? That's impossible.

Jack has never been assimilated.

There are no nanoprobes
in his system.

There are no transceivers,
no receivers.

The voices in his head
are distinct.

My gifts aren't perfect,

but I have never
mistaken Borg.

Biology doesn't always need
words to communicate.

Flocks of birds turn in unison,

the architecture of a beehive,
an ant colony,

all wordlessly connected.

Some transceivers
and receivers are organic.

So, too, must be the technology
inside Jack.

No one has seen or heard
from the Borg

in over a decade.

So perhaps the Borg
have evolved.

No! No, no.

The only thing I've ever
passed on

is my Irumodic Syndrome.

You never had Irumodic Syndrome.

- Oh...
- That is why Soong kept

your body at Daystrom.

He saw that there was
something else--

what Vadic knew-- that the Borg

had passed something on
to Jack...

some organic technology

through Locutus.

Through me.

To our son.

- We must tell him.
- No, no.

I will.

It's my responsibility.

I-I'm the cause.

- My fault.
- Jean-Luc.

Beverly.

I'm really sorry,
but there are protocols.

Protocols?

Vadic was searching for
a weapon against humanity.

That weapon was Jack.

You both saw him enter

the minds of others
and control them.

Forgive me,
but as of this moment,

your son is dangerous.

[exhales sharply]

- [door chimes]
- Come.

What did she see?

Jack, there is so much...

I am never letting
a goddamn Betazoid

come near me again.

Everyone, everyone has
their secrets.

Things that they should be
allowed to keep to themselves.

Not put up on some
psychic display.

The fact that she's a former
Starfleet counselor

- raises some serious...
- Jack, Counselor Troi...

Just tell me!
Tell me,

what did she see in here?!

35 years ago,
I was taken, assimilated.

Used to do terrible things.

And I survived, without scars,

but not, it would seem, unchanged.

Starfleet cleared me,
but later I was diagnosed

with what appeared to be
Irumodic Syndrome.

Which killed me.

But that was a misdiagnosis.

The symptoms were merely a...

...side effect.

Of what?

A seed.

Something I passed on to you.

One that took
a generation to grow.

[Jack sighs]

The Borg.

That's quite the explanation.

A life of disconnection,
only to realize

that I'm emblematic of what?

A bee?

Seeking a hive for-for
a collective, for a queen?

Subconsciously, perhaps.

So how much of me is me?

Oh, funny.

I've always known
the world was imperfect.

Broken systems, wars,

suffering, violence,
poverty, bigotry.

And I always thought,
if people could only

see each other,
hear each other...

speak in one voice,
act in one mind together...

Who knew a little cybernetic authoritarianism

was the answer?

But the Borg, they don't feel.

Don't care.

But I-I do, so, so how
does that factor into this?

We must take precautions.

Pre-Precautions?

I'm afraid this is not
just about you anymore.

What do you see?

When you look at me,
what do you...?

Look at me, damn it.
What do you see?

I came close to killing
everyone I knew.

Everyone I loved!

You don't know what it is

to be controlled by them.

What she can make you do.

And I've seen
with my own eyes

what you are capable of, Jack.

There's a place where
you will be safe.

A research academy
on Vulcan.

Keslovar.

It's no academy.

It's an institution.

A prison where they can
mind-meld

and lobotomize the Borg from me.

No, thanks.

This is my problem, and I can
handle it myself.

I was never getting out of here
on my own, was I?

You said you'd never
give up on me.

Starfleet protocols dictate
that we act in the interests...

Of what?

Of everyone else.

And what about the protocols
of a father?

Or were you never issued those?

[weapons powering up]

Jack, what is this?

Futility.

Jack.

Jack!

Jack.

Jack, where are you going?

[weapons powering up]

Home.

No. We can find a solution.

We-we can undo this,
whatever it is.

The voice in my head.

I always thought it was yours.
It wasn't.

It's hers.

- Their queen.
- No.

If she wants me, then I'll
trade myself for answers.

And when she's close enough
to give them,

I'll show her exactly who
and what I am.

Jack, don't do this.

You're gonna get yourself killed.

Don't do this! No!

- [console powering up]
- Okay, where am I going?

Come on, come on, where are you?

BORG QUEEN [echoing]:
Jack, find me.

COMPUTER:
Course laid in.

Shuttle transponder off-line.

He inherited the best of you

and the worst of me.

I gave Wesley space,
and I lost him to it.

So I watched Jack closer.

So close I couldn't see what
was right in front of me.

Beverly, I...

There must be something
I can do,

and I'm going to find it.

Captain?

Data.

Were you able to
track the shuttle?

We've been scanning, sir,
but... [sighs]

I'm afraid we've found nothing.

I believe Jack is
jamming the transponder.

Would you like me to
say something comforting?

You might find that impossible.

I know.

- [comm chimes]
- GEORDI: La Forge to Picard.

Go ahead.

You better get down to sickbay.

There is more you need
to know about Jack.

[rumbling]

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Come on, come on.
Show yourself.

Why did you bring me here?

[alarm sounding]

COMPUTER:
Tachyon radiation pulses.

Neutrino emissions
and gravitational flux.

- Wormhole?
- Negative.

A transwarp conduit.

[high-pitched tone]

BORG QUEEN:
Jack. Jack.

All Borg undergo
genetic alterations

so that their bodies can communicate

with their cybernetic components.

As it turns out, yours were just
a little more extensive

than we thought.

New genetic code was actually
written and stored inside you.

Something we were never able
to detect 35 years ago.

So the anomaly Dr. Soong discovered

during the captain's transition
into synthetic form

was in fact dormant
biological Borg adaptations.

They never truly let you go.

It is why Vadic stole your body
from Daystrom.

The Changelings extracted that
altered portion of your DNA.

Jean-Luc as Locutus was
a kind of receiver?

That's why I could
still hear them

after I was assimilated.

Your body could still hear
the voice of the Collective.

So how is Jack different?

Your son appears to be
a transmitter,

able to send instructions.

It appears the Changelings
stole your body

to weaponize that Borg
genetic code.

PICARD:
But the ensigns Jack
was able to control

were never assimilated.

How could they receive
his signals?

That we do not know.

So this has been a dormant part
of Jack his entire life?

How could I have missed that?

Beverly, it's a testament to you

that he managed to resist
for so long.

He may be Borg,
but that is not all he is.

So what now?

Clearly, the Changelings
have been working with the Borg

from the beginning.

And as we speak,
all of Starfleet is gathered

in one location.

The outcome of this
entire conspiracy

was intended for
this exact moment.

Today is Frontier Day.

We have to warn them.

Of what, exactly?

They're gonna blow us
out of the water.

But we have to try.

Picard to Captain Shaw.

We need to get to
the Sol system right now.

SHAW:
Um, smack-dab in the middle
of Frontier Day,

where pretty much every
Starfleet vessel is assembled,

running exercises with our faces
pinned to their dartboard?

It's our only option, Captain.

Of course it is.

WOMAN [over comm]:
Spacedock, this is NCC-1701-F,

ready for ceremonial departure.

Admiral Shelby in command.

MAN [over comm]:
Copy that, Enterprise.

You're clear for departure.
Happy Frontier Day.

[boatswain's whistle blows]

SHELBY:
250 years ago today,
the Enterprise

NX-01, the first
warp five-capable vessel

to be constructed by human
hands, made its maiden voyage.

With it, a crew of 83 souls
embarked on a journey--

one of bravery, perseverance
and sacrifice

that would lead to the birth
of what we know today

as Starfleet.

♪

BORG QUEEN:
Welcome home, Jack.

SHELBY:
A quarter millennium after

the NX-01 took
that first vital step,

we gather on Frontier Day
to take another

as we demonstrate
our newest advancement,

Fleet Formation.

MAN [over comms]: USS Pulaski,
synchronization on line.

WOMAN [over comms]:
USS Magellan...

SHELBY: Synchronistic technology
that allows

every ship in Starfleet
to operate as one.

An impenetrable armada.

Unity and defense.

The ultimate safeguard.

WOMAN [over comms]:
Synchronization on line.

In case of the unthinkable--

fleetwide incapacitation--

this system will
protect our crews

in our continued exploration
of what still remains

our final frontier.

There it is, right from
the mouth of

Admiral Elizabeth Shelby.

The irony of her endorsing
something so Borg-like.

Happy Frontier Day, everyone.

Looks like we'll be crashing
one hell of a party.

PICARD:
We're out of time.

How much longer?

We'll reach Sector 001
in less than one hour, sir.

Yeah. And then what?

BORG QUEEN [echoing]:
Jack...

My child.

My flesh. Blood.

For all my darkness,
you are light.

For all my suffering,

you are life.

I don't know what I am...

but I know I'm not yours.

Oh, but you are.

I have thought of
so many names for you.

Regenerati.

Puer Dei.

A fondness for Latin, I see.

But I am neither your rebirth,

nor a child of God.

That is why you are Voõx.

Not Locutus,
the one who speaks.

You are the voice itself.

I know you have felt it,
too, Jack.

Believe it.

What I believe in is mercy.

And that is what this is.

What I see in you,

what Vadic saw, an end.

The vindication
of both our species.

To take everything back
from those who live like

shattered glass.

[chuckles]
If it were possible
for you to kill me,

you would have already.

[crying out]

End your struggle,
my child.

Resistance is...

futile.

[laughing]

[alarm sounding]

What is it?

Data and I have been combing
through the Changeling intel

Raffi took from the Shrike,
and we found something.

This is Starfleet code.

Specifically, transporter code.

They've implemented portions
of Captain Picard's

Borg-altered DNA
into the transporter system.

Wait a minute.

Computer,
cross-reference this code

with the transporter system
of the Titan.

COMPUTER:
Analyzing.

This code is part of
transporter system architecture.

Architecture?

To simplify the processing of
millions of data points,

the system stores coding
that is common

within each particular species.

It appears Captain Picard's DNA
is now considered

common biology
in the transporter system.

So that's what
they've been doing.

Using the Changelings
to infiltrate starships

and add this new Borg DNA
into everyone

who steps inside a transporter.

Every person, every species.

They've been assimilating

the entire fleet
this whole time,

without anyone ever knowing it.

SHELBY [over comms]:
Our next demonstration

is the summation of decades

of technological advancements.

Fleet Formation?

Looks more like a firing squad.

[alarm sounding]

Sirs, it's just as we expected.

The fleet is trying
to commandeer our systems.

- SHAW: Countermeasures.
- ESMAR: No go.

They're shutting us down
as part of the automation.

I'll lose comms soon.

Hail the entire fleet.

Interrupt her transmission.

We only have one chance
to warn them.

Transmitting emergency hail.

This is Admiral Jean-Luc Picard.

I come to you with a warning.

Command, what the hell
is happening?

PICARD:
Changeling infiltration
of Starfleet

has made us vulnerable
to our greatest enemy,

the Borg.

Admiral Shelby, I know
this message may seem desperate,

even impossible,
but you must trust us.

I hope you...

- What's happened?
- Sir, all comms are down.

[electronic whoosh]

What the hell is this?

Captain, primary sensor arrays
picking up

- a massive energy spike.
- From where?

[loud, screeching noise blares]

What the hell was that?

[pained groan]

Seven, are you all right?

It's a Borg signal.

Judging by this simulation,
the Borg genetic material

doesn't propagate in a species

past a certain point
in the developmental cycle.

Which for human beings
is age 25,

which is when the frontal cortex
stops development.

So this might not affect us...

But it will affect the youngest
members of the crew.

- Captain...
- Tactical red alert.

SHAW:
Mura.

Mura!

Where are my girls?

SHAW [on comms]:
Helm, evasive maneuvers.

La Forge.

La Forge!

[echoing]:
We are the Borg.

Computer,
locate Alandra La Forge.

COMPUTER:
The life signs of
Alandra La Forge

are no longer compatible
with human designation.

SHELBY [over comm]:
...someone out there?
Help us...

- La Forge.
- SHELBY: What's happening
to my crew?

Mura.

SHELBY:
They're turning on us.

What the hell is going on?

We are under attack
from within.

Repeat, we are under attack.

Something is happening
to my crew.

Ensign, what are you...

[indistinct, panicked voices
over comms]

The fleet.

It's...

been assimilated.

It's everyone.

Eliminate all unassimilated.

We gotta get out of here.

Eliminate all unassimilated.

Eliminate all unassimilated.

- Hansen?
- Come on. Come on.

Stun only. Go, go!

I've got to get to my girls.

No, Geordi. Geordi! Stop.

And do what?

No, no, no, we need a plan.

All right?

[alarm blaring]

BORG COLLECTIVE:
Eliminate all unassimilated.

[phaser fire continues]

[indistinct panicked voices,
screaming over comms]

[echoing]:
Collective...

we have the Titan.

- [alarm blaring]
- Why weren't we assimilated?

No offense, but judging by
all the gray hair,

I think the process must have
skipped a generation.

Those ships, this ship,
cannot be saved from within.

We need to get off the Titan
before it's too late.

COMPUTER:
Deck Four.

- [shouting]
- [phaser fire]

SHAW:
Close it! Close it!

Deck 11, now!

- [comm chimes]
- MALE: Can anybody read me?

This is Captain Benbassat
of the Excelsior,

broadcasting on frequency
99 Delta.

To all who can hear,

we have managed to retake
control of our bridge...

Hold on. Helm, what's happening?

They're controlling us remotely.

Taking us out of formation.
No, no!

We're being directed
in front of the fleet.

Now we've been targeted.

Tell my family...

[explosion]

BORG COLLECTIVE:
Excelsior eliminated.
All vessels secure.

Fleetwide assimilation complete.

Shut that off!

How is he even broadcasting
over comms?

Oh, 99 Delta.

It's a maintenance channel.
Wait, wait, wait.

Computer, change destination.
Maintenance Deck.

COMPUTER:
Changing destination
to Maintenance Deck.

There's nobody posted
down there.

No guards, no drones.

There may be a repair shuttle.

That's our way off.

Everyone, wherever you are,
however you can,

head to the sub-level
maintenance corridor

immediately.

BORG COLLECTIVE:
A message to those who resist.

Your armada has been
added to our own.

Your weak and willful

will soon be eliminated.

Your strongest have already
been assimilated.

We are Borg.

Starfleet now is Borg.

I've never been so happy
to see so many wrinkles.

Thank goodness. You all made it.

Just trying to get
the damn door open.

Jean-Luc,
they took my girls.

- And we will get them back.
- BEVERLY: But right now,

we all need to
get off of this ship.

What if we get off the ship
and the fleet takes us?

Shuttles don't connect
to the new system.

- They're autonomous.
- The robot's right.

It's the only way.

A single shuttle against
the entire fleet?

No. I've got a better idea.

- [door whooshes]
- Incoming.

Go, go. We'll cover you!

GEORDI:
I got it. Data, come on.

Hopefully we have enough juice
to get us there.

What makes you think "there"
hasn't already been destroyed?

Data, could you try to be
a little more positive?

I hope we die quickly.

Beverly, Riker, go!

Picard, go!

- SEVEN OF NINE: Captain!
- Shaw!

No. Captain...

Picard, go.

I'm not going without everyone.

Find a way out of this.

You heard her. Go.

- Go!
- Raffi, get out of here.

Not a chance.

Captain.

- Captain.
- [Shaw groans]

No, no. No. [inhales]

It's-it's not my ship anymore.

It's yours.

You have the conn,
Seven of Nine.

[soft exhale]

♪

ESMAR/BORG COLLECTIVE:
Formation complete.

Weapons ready.

Advance.

Target: Spacedock.

Eliminate planetary defenses.

♪

♪

PICARD:
The Fleet Museum.

Geordi, why are we here?

We need a ship.
Something older, analog.

Off-line from the others.

You think we can use
one of these?

Well, I was gonna save this
as a surprise one day,

but guess there's no time
like the present.

♪

The Enterprise-D.

But... how?

Thank the good ol'
Prime Directive.

GEORDI:
The saucer was retrieved
from Veridian III

so as not to influence
the system.

I've been restoring it
bit by bit

over the last 20 years.

Engines and nacelles come from
the USS Syracuse.

Strange.

Seeing it makes me feel...
[clears throat0

You're not the only one, Data.

And obviously, we can't use
the Enterprise-E.

That was not my fault.

GEORDI:
There's still a ton
of hull work yet to do,

and the port nacelle cover
is a nightmare...

She's beautiful, Geordi.

Beautiful.

Will she fly?

What do you think, Admiral?

Oh, yes.

She'll fly.

GEORDI:
Computer, lights.

[systems powering up]

♪

Is the bridge smaller,
or am I just bigger?

No, she's exactly how she was.

I prefer the weapon systems
on the E.

- Additional phaser arrays, torpedo...
- Worf!

She is perfect, Geordi.

Hello, chair.

Are you certain
she's not connected

to the Starfleet mainframe?

Positive.
You're looking at

the last functional ship
in the fleet

not tied to the system.

You know,
it wasn't until this moment,

reunited with all of you...

I realize what I miss most.

The carpet.

[amused chuckles]

Worf, I've got drones
loading torpedoes

into the bay as we speak.

Mr. La Forge, may I?

Absolutely, Admiral.

- Computer...
- [computer chimes]

...initiate system
reactivation procedures.

COMPUTER:
Authorization acknowledged.

USS Enterprise
now under command

of Captain Jean-Luc Picard.

Well, I hereby accept
the field demotion.

We've been here before.

And... I'm reluctant
to ask you all

to face this threat again.

We are the crew of
the USS Enterprise.

But more than that,

we're your family.

Jack, Alandra, Sidney...

they're our family, too.

Jean-Luc...

wherever you go, we go.

Thank you, Number One.

Stations, please.

All systems on line, Captain.

Weapons are ready,
although they are limited.

Well, at least we got 'em.

If we encounter the Borg,

we're gonna need to run,
shoot or hide.

So, Geordi, we'll need
every bit of power

you can get
to those old shields.

Make it so.

Aye, sir.

♪

Mr. Data, set a direct course
for Earth, maximum warp.

Aye, Captain.

Course laid in, sir.
She's ready.

Engage.

♪

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