Captain's log, Stardate 46731.5. We are in the midst of the Volterra
nebula, a stellar nursery. Our three week mission is a routine analysis
of several dozen protostars in various stages of development.
DATA: Captain, I have completed the spectral
evaluation of the outer shell. Our survey of this protostar is
PICARD: Ensign, lay in a course to the next one, three quarters
RIKER [OC]: Riker to Captain Picard.
PICARD: Go ahead, Number One.
RIKER [OC]: May I see you in the Observation Lounge, sir?
PICARD: I'll be right there.
(the room is dark when Picard enters. On the table
is a stylistic pottery item,
PICARD: Oh, my God.
GALEN: Then you can identify this object, Mister Picard.
PICARD: Professor Galen?
RIKER: Computer, lights up.
GALEN: I suppose I should say Captain Picard.
RIKER: Professor Galen contacted me from his shuttle an hour ago. He
suggested that we surprise you.
GALEN: To clarify. I insisted and your First Officer was good enough to
accommodate me. I trust I'm not being overly presumptuous, now that my
star pupil is master of the stars.
PICARD: No one is could be more welcome on the Enterprise. I never
thought I would see a Kurlan naiskos. Fifth Dynasty?
GALEN: Is that your conclusion, Mister Picard. Forgive me again. I
should say Captain.
PICARD: Oh, please, Mister will do fine. Well, the overall
configuration is certainly Fifth Dynasty. The surface ornamentation.
PICARD: Green polychrome over the eyes, and the eyes themselves are
closed. This is third Dynasty. From the workshop of the Master of
GALEN: Well done.
PICARD: Will, the Master of Tarquin Hill designed ceramic objects that
were three hundred years ahead of their time. All we know of him is the
work. His name has never been discovered. This object is over twelve
thousand years old.
RIKER: The planet Kurl? It's a hell of a long way outside Federation
PICARD: Indeed. I thought your study of Kurlan artefacts was done long
GALEN: I happened to be in the neighbourhood last summer. I couldn't
resist. Go ahead.
PICARD: You mean it's complete?
(Picard raises the top half of the pot to reveal a cluster of little
pots inside it)
PICARD: Will, the Kurlan civilisation believed that an individual was a
community of individuals. Inside us are many voices, each with its own
desires, its own style, its own view of the world. The Kurlan
civilisation died out thousands of years ago. It is extraordinarily
rare to find a figurine intact. Professor, this is an incredible find.
GALEN: It's yours, Jean-Luc.
PICARD: Oh, no. No. How can I accept this?
GALEN: Graciously, Mister Picard. You could accept it graciously.
PICARD: Thank you. How long can you stay? There's so much to talk
RIKER: The Professor is scheduled to meet a Vulcan transport the day
PICARD: Two days? But that's not enough time.
GALEN: We may have considerably more than that.
PICARD: I don't understand.
GALEN: I am currently on an expedition. A journey into an unexplored
and historical territory, and I intend to take you with me.
Captain's log, supplemental. It's been over thirty
years since I last saw my archaeology professor. His presence has taken
me back to a time when I had considered a very different career.
PICARD: May I ask you a frank question?
PICARD: Your published writings have been sporadic for the last decade.
Your appearance at symposia has been rare, or scheduled and then
cancelled at the last moment. The finest archaeologist of the century
is now shrouded with a cloak of mystery.
GALEN: And as a result my reputation has no doubt grown.
PICARD: I've never heard of anyone that didn't love a good mystery.
GALEN: The Satarran of Sothis Three disdained them, but as a general
idea, your statement holds.
PICARD: So, what have you been doing for the past decade?
GALEN: Are you familiar with micropaleontology?
PICARD: Yes, it's the study of fossil records at the microscopic level.
I read your papers on the subject, but that was years ago. It seemed as
though the work had stopped.
GALEN: No. The work continued. I made a discovery so profound in its
implications that silence seemed the wisest course. This work has
occupied my every waking thought, it's intruded upon my dreams, it's
become my life. When finished and I announce my findings, it will be
heard half way across the galaxy.
PICARD: Tell me.
GALEN: I'm cannot, Mister Picard. That information comes with a price.
Your agreement to join me on the final leg of this expedition.
PICARD: For how long?
GALEN: Three months, perhaps a year. If I had complete diplomatic
access and a starship, it'd be a matter of weeks. But as it is, we'll
have only my shuttle and whatever arrangement we can make with
transports, combined with our talents.
PICARD: Why do you need my help in this?
GALEN: I'm not a young man. There will be hazards along the way. I
don't want my own inadequacies to jeopardise the completion of this
PICARD: I'm deeply honoured that you'd think of me, but I have
GALEN: To History. What if you could have helped Schliemann discover
the City of Troy, or been with M'Tell as she first stepped on Ya'Seem.
How could anything compare?
PICARD: May I sleep on it?
GALEN: Dream not of today, Mister Picard.
PICARD: Dream not of today. The night blessing of the Yash-El.
GALEN: As I recall, you missed that question on the final exam.
PICARD: Well, I've had a few years to look it up. Professor, the
Enterprise is yours for as long as you're here.
GALEN: Thank you.
PICARD: Dream not of today.
(the Kurlan naiskos is on a table, open)
CRUSHER: Good morning. Looks like you've been up for a while.
(Beverly pours herself a cup of tea)
CRUSHER: Let's hear it.
PICARD: I had a long talk with Professor Galen last night. He asked me
to leave the Enterprise, to join him in an archaeological expedition
which could last for nearly a year.
CRUSHER: That must be tempting.
PICARD: I couldn't leave the Enterprise. But the offer raised in me
certain feelings of regret.
CRUSHER: That you could have been an archaeologist and not a starship
PICARD: No, not really. I'm not sorry for the path I chose. But the
Professor did not choose this figure at random. The many voices inside
the one. You see, he knows that the past is a very insistent voice
inside of me. This gift is meant to remind me of that.
CRUSHER: And the exploration of space? Surely that must count for
PICARD: I wouldn't trade it for anything, and I would still make the
same choice I made all those years ago. I just wish that I didn't have
to say no to him a second time.
CRUSHER: Were you two very close?
PICARD: I had a father, but he was like a father who understood me. And
he had his own children but they didn't follow in his footsteps, so I
was like the son who understood him.
CRUSHER: And yet you turned your back on him.
PICARD: In a way, I wish he'd never come on board the ship.
(a map of the known galaxy is up on a wall monitor)
GALEN: Good morning, Mister Picard.
GALEN: The Vulcan ship will take us as far as DS Four. An Al-Leyan
transport is scheduled to arrive at the station three weeks later.
They'll take us as far as Caere, and then we'll use the shuttle to get
us to Indri Eight, our first stop.
PICARD: Professor, I'm afraid I won't be going. The Enterprise isn't
something that I can leave and then come back to. If I go, I go for
good. It's not something I'm not prepared to do.
GALEN: This is not some undergraduate study project that you're turning
down. This is the chance of a lifetime. Don't make the same mistake
PICARD: You don't believe that my career in Starfleet has been a
GALEN: What are you doing at this very moment? A study mission. You're
like some Roman centurion out patrolling the provinces, maintenancing a
dull and bloated Empire.
PICARD: We both know that's not true.
GALEN: I know this. I know that as a scholar, you're nothing but a
dilettante. Years ago, I gave you the opportunity to become the finest
archaeologist of your generation. Your achievements could have
outstripped even my own, but no, you decided to reject a life of
profound discovery. You walked out on me.
PICARD: I never wanted to become
GALEN: Will you come with me?
PICARD: I can't.
GALEN: I'll be going.
PICARD: But Professor, you're not scheduled to catch the Vulcan ship
for another two days.
GALEN: There's nothing for me here. Goodbye, Captain.
Captain's log, supplemental. We have completed our
mission in the nebula and are en route to a diplomatic conference on
Atalia Seven. I must admit I've lost my enthusiasm for those
DATA: At our present speed, we will arrive at the
Atalia system in thirty seven hours.
TROI: Captain, I'm going for a walk in the arboretum. I wouldn't mind
WORF: Captain, a distress call from Professor Galen's shuttle. On
GALEN [on viewscreen]: Enterprise! I'm being boarded.
WORF: Transmission has been blocked.
DATA: I have located the shuttle. It is under attack.
PICARD: Take us out of warp. On screen.
WORF: A Yridian destroyer.
RIKER: Battle stations.
WORF: Aye, sir.
DATA: Professor Galen is still inside his vessel, sir. His vital signs
are barely registering.
PICARD: Get him out of there.
WORF: The shuttle is enveloped by a tractor beam. The transporter
cannot penetrate it.
RIKER: Hail the Yridians.
WORF: They are not responding.
(the Enterprise rocks under weapons fire)
PICARD: Return phaser fire. Disable their offensive systems.
(but instead, the big ship goes KaBOOM!)
WORF: I don't understand, Commander. The phaser blast was not powerful
enough to destroy the ship.
PICARD: Transporter Room One, lock on to Professor Galen and transport
him directly to Sickbay.
CREWMAN [OC]: Aye, sir.
CRUSHER: He took a disruptor hit point blank. There
is nothing I can do.
(the life-signs monitor starts to flat-line)
GALEN: Jean-Luc, I was too harsh.
LAFORGE: I'd say at least three Yridians boarded
the Professor's shuttle.
PICARD: What did they want?
LAFORGE: I'm not sure, but it looks like they were trying to download
something from his computer.
DATA: When he was attacked, Professor Galen began to protect certain
files in his computer memory.
LAFORGE: We were able to partially reconstruct the shuttle's computers,
so at least we have some of those files. We found nineteen different
blocks of numbers like this one.
(five digit groups in white, orange and pink)
PICARD: What do they mean?
DATA: They could mean anything. Unless we can narrow the parameters of
the search, it would be almost impossible for the computer to identify
the pattern with any accuracy.
LAFORGE: We tried every decryption key on record in case Professor
Galen was using some kind of code. We still can't make heads or tails
WORF: Were the Yridians able to get these number blocks?
LAFORGE: At least some of them. It's impossible to say know many.
PICARD: Apparently, the Yridians knew more about the Professor's work
than we do. They may have known what these numbers mean.
LAFORGE: If they did, that information died with them.
PICARD: Not necessarily. The Yridians are information dealers. They may
have been delivering the number blocks to someone else. Did they send a
signal before they were destroyed?
WORF: No, sir. We detected no transmissions.
LAFORGE: And there were no other vessels in the vicinity.
PICARD: Did the shuttle's flight logs show where Galen had been before
coming to the Enterprise?
DATA: Yes, sir. The logs indicate Professor Galen visited an unexplored
star system, Ruah Four.
PICARD: What's the distance from our present position?
DATA: Four days at warp six, sir.
PICARD: The conference can wait. Set a course for the Ruah system.
RIKER: Standard orbit, Ensign.
DATA: Ruah Four is a class-M planet. Sixty seven percent of its surface
is covered with water. Its landmass contains multiple animal species,
including a genus of proto-hominids.
PICARD: Scan for earthworks or monuments that might indicate a previous
DATA: There is nothing to indicate former occupancy by even a primitive
PICARD: Then what was the foremost archaeologist in the Federation
doing here? He left the Enterprise in a Vulcan ship for Deep Space
Four, and then an Al-Leyan transport to Caere, and then the shuttle to
Indri Eight. Mister Data, what do we know about Indri Eight?
DATA: The Indri system was first identified by Federation vessels
nearly sixty years ago. The eighth planet is L-class. It is covered by
deciduous vegetation, unexplored, with no apparent evidence of
civilisations, either present or past. The planet possesses no animal
PICARD: Number One, we'll proceed to Indri Eight.
RIKER: With all due respect, sir, we've already run into one dead end.
Indri Eight doesn't seem much more promising. And we're late for the
conference on Atalia Seven.
PICARD: I'm aware of the Federation's timetable, Number One. Professor
Galen visited here a few days ago. And he was on his way to Indri Eight
when he was killed. There's some connection between these two planets.
I'm going to find it.
RIKER: Aye, sir. Ensign, lay in a course for Indri Eight, warp seven.
(Picard is shuffling the number blocks on his desk
TROI: How's it going?
PICARD: I thought if I stared at these number blocks long enough then I
would begin to see some kind of pattern. So far, nothing.
TROI: I meant, how's it going with you?
PICARD: If I had gone with him.
TROI: Captain, you can't start thinking like that. You didn't abandon
him. You chose not to abandon a life-long career. It was the right
decision, and in no way responsible for his death.
PICARD: I realise that.
TROI: I know how much the Professor meant to you and how much you want
to find out what happened, but staring at these numbers isn't going to
bring him back. The conference on Atalia Seven has been scheduled for
six months. Starfleet is relying on your mediation efforts to
PICARD: Counsellor, this is not simply a case of me taking the
Enterprise and its crew on some wild goose chase to purge myself of
guilt and remorse. I will not let Galen's death to be in vain. Now, if
that means inconveniencing a few squabbling delegates for a few days,
then so be it. I will take the full responsibility.
(and he goes back to staring at numbers)
WORF: We are about to enter the Indri system, sir.
RIKER: Riker to Picard. We are approaching Indri Eight.
PICARD [OC]: On my way.
DATA: Sensors are picking up severe atmospheric fluctuations on the
RIKER: Assume a high orbit.
PICARD: On screen, Mister Worf.
(a pretty blue green planet is turning a nasty orange-brown)
WORF: Some kind of plasma reaction is consuming the lower atmosphere.
PICARD: Can we stop it?
WORF: No, sir. The reaction is global.
DATA: All life on the planet is being destroyed, sir.
RIKER: Why would anyone want to destroy all the life on an uninhabited,
neutral planet with no strategic importance whatsoever?
PICARD: All the life. Perhaps the Professor's number blocks had
something to do with organic matter.
DATA: If we narrow the search parameters to the biological database, it
might increase the chances of the computer finding a match.
PICARD: I'll be in the lab.
COMPUTER: Pattern match found.
COMPUTER: The number blocks are mathematical representations of
fragments of deoxyribonucleic acid strands.
PICARD: DNA fragments?
CRUSHER: Each from a different lifeform from nineteen different worlds.
PICARD: The planets that these fragments are from are scattered across
the quadrant. No wonder it took the Professor so long to collect them.
CRUSHER: Wait a minute. These fragments all seem to have similar
protein configurations. They may be chemically compatible.
PICARD: But how can that be possible? They're different species from
different planets. There should be no compatibility at all.
CRUSHER: I know, but look at the base pair combinations, they're
uniform. If I'm right. Computer, connect the DNA fragments according to
protein link compatibility.
PICARD: What is it?
CRUSHER: I have no idea.
LAFORGE: This is not a natural design. Captain.
This is part of an algorithm, coded at the molecular level.
PICARD: An algorithm? Are you saying that these DNA fragments are
elements in some kind of computer
LAFORGE: I know how it sounds, but there's no way this could be a
random formation. This is definitely part of a
CRUSHER: This fragment has been part of every DNA strand on Earth since
life began there, and the other fragments are just as old. Someone must
have written this programme over four billion years ago.
PICARD: So, four billion years ago someone scattered this genetic
material into the primordial soup of at least nineteen different
planets across the galaxy?
DATA: The genetic information must have been incorporated into the
earliest lifeforms on these planets, and then passed down through each
CRUSHER: But why would anyone do this in the first place?
PICARD: And what was this programme designed to do?
LAFORGE: Well, we couldn't know that until we assembled the entire
programme and then ran it. We've tried all the DNA material in the
Federation computer, but we haven't been able to come up with any with
compatible protein configurations.
PICARD: Then they must be from worlds outside the Federation. Mister
Data, how many people on the Enterprise are from non-Federation
DATA: Seventeen, sir.
PICARD: You know, this may be a long shot, but we should check each one
of these seventeen people to see if they have the correct protein
CRUSHER: I'll begin collecting DNA samples now.
LAFORGE: You know, Captain, I've been thinking. Somebody else must know
programme. I bet one of the missing fragments was on Indri Eight.
That's why it was destroyed.
PICARD: To keep us from finding that piece of the puzzle. It's four
billion years old. A computer
programme from a highly advanced civilisation, and it's hidden in the
very fabric of life itself. Whatever information this programme
contains could be the most profound discovery of our time. Or the most
dangerous. And the Professor knew that.
CRUSHER: They all came up negative.
PICARD: Well I have been through every page of the Professor's
published works, looking for some clue as to where to go next. So far,
CRUSHER: Maybe we've been at this too long. Why don't we both get some
sleep and start again tomorrow morning.
PICARD: I was in the neighbourhood. When I asked the Professor why he
went all the way to Kurl, he said, I was in the neighbourhood. Doing
CRUSHER: Collecting DNA samples.
PICARD: There's only one planet in the Kurlan system capable of
supporting life. Loren Three.
CRUSHER: No. There is no Loren Three sample from the data downloaded
from the Professor's shuttle. If he did have one it must have been
taken by the Yridians when they attacked.
PICARD: Mister Data, set course for Loren Three, maximum warp.
DATA [OC]: Aye, sir.
DATA: We are approaching the Loren system.
RIKER: Slow to half impulse, and take us into orbit above the third
PICARD: There is a good chance that our competition may be here before
us. Battle stations, Mister Worf.
DATA: We are now entering orbit.
PICARD: On screen.
RIKER: You were right, Captain, we've got company. Cardassians.
WORF: They are hailing us.
PICARD: On screen.
OCETT [on viewscreen]: My name is Gul Ocett. Identify yourselves and
state your business in this star system.
(tara ra boom di ay - it's Linda Thorsen under the latex)
PICARD: I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship
Enterprise and I see no reason why I should answer to you.
Cardassians have no claims in this sector.
OCETT [on viewscreen]: I suppose not. But my admittedly hasty estimate
shows one Federation Starship and two Cardassian war vessels. Perhaps I
PICARD: Not at all. But we are on a purely scientific mission. You have
no reason to interfere with us.
OCETT [on viewscreen]: And you have nothing to lose by delaying a
purely scientific mission for a few days. I invite you to withdraw.
WORF: Captain, a Klingon attack cruiser decloaking off the starboard
bow. They are hailing us.
KLINGON [OC]: This is the Klingon vessel Maht-H'a. What are you doing
Captain's log, supplemental. It seems that we have
not one, but two competitors in our attempt to complete Professor
Galen's puzzle. I have prevailed upon the Cardassian and Klingon
captains to meet with me.
PICARD: I believe we all know why we're here. If we
admit that, then we can move forward.
OCETT: We were merely scouting the planet for possible colonization
NU'DAQ: Pah! A ridiculous story.
OCETT: What were you doing here, then?
NU'DAQ: Scientific research.
PICARD: Look, if we try to deceive one other, then we shall get
nowhere. I think we all know about Professor Galen's research, and
about the computer programme composed of DNA fragments. I'll take your
silence as confirmation. Now, it stands to reason that none of us has
the DNA fragments necessary to complete the programme. You were the
first to arrive in this system. Do you have an organic sample from the
OCETT: Yes. And I will fire on anyone who attempts to obtain another
NU'DAQ: As if we fear Cardassian threats.
PICARD: I believe that one of you has a fragment from Indri Eight.
NU'DAQ: Yes. And there will be no other samples from Indri Eight.
OCETT: What is that supposed to mean?
PICARD: He destroyed the biosphere of the planet after he had taken the
OCETT: Typical Klingon thinking. Take what you want and destroy the
PICARD: We're all missing some of the fragments, not necessarily the
same ones. Unless we combine the ones we have, we will never learn the
secret of the
NU'DAQ: There is no secret. It is an ancient weapon design of
incredible power. And the Klingon Empire will not allow it to fall into
an enemy's hands. Or even a friend's.
OCETT: A weapon? The Yridian who sold us the information claimed that
would yield the key to an unlimited power source.
PICARD: But until we assemble it, we will never know its purpose.
OCETT: He's right. As far as we know, it might just be a recipe for
NU'DAQ: Biscuits? If that is what you believe, then go back to
Cardassia. I will send you my mother's recipe.
OCETT: How dare you!
PICARD: Myriap! Enough. Without cooperation we will get nowhere.
OCETT: What do you propose?
PICARD: If you each bring your samples on board the Enterprise, I will
combine them with ours. And then we will all observe the results
simultaneously, giving no one the advantage.
NU'DAQ: And if we refuse?
PICARD: Then this endeavour dies here, in this room.
(The Klingon enters his data and more sections link up)
(Ocett adds her data, and it looks a good three quarters done)
CRUSHER: There's still one missing piece.
NU'DAQ: Pahk! We have surrendered what we had for nothing.
OCETT: You are remarkably short sighted, Nu'Daq. We are closer to the
answer than we were.
PICARD: We may be very much closer indeed.
NU'DAQ: How can that be? We have no idea where to start looking for the
missing DNA fragment.
PICARD: This is a jigsaw puzzle whose pieces are scattered across the
galaxy. Doesn't it make it natural to assume that the original
designers of the puzzle should want us to find it? Why else would they
have put the pieces in our DNA? And in turn, doesn't suggest they would
try to make it easy for us to find those pieces, that there might be
some pattern to their distribution?
CRUSHER: The computer might be able to find that pattern.
PICARD: Doctor, programme the computer to analyse the distribution of
the pieces that we have, correcting for changes in star configurations
over four billion years, then extrapolate for the missing piece.
CRUSHER: That's going to take several hours to set up and to process.
If you'll excuse me.
PICARD: If you wish, you can stay on board while we wait.
NU'DAQ: I intend to.
(Data is at a table, reading a PADD)
NU'DAQ: Good evening, Commander Data.
NU'DAQ: Is there any word yet on the missing fragment?
DATA: The computer is processing the data. I will be notified as soon
as there is any information.
NU'DAQ: Commander, your reputation for physical strength is known even
in the Klingon Empire. You are familiar with the B'aht Qul challenge?
DATA: I am familiar with many Klingon rituals, including the B'aht Qul.
(Nu'Daq sits opposite Data, both elbows on the table and hands raised.
Data mirrors him, putting his hands inside Nu'Daq's)
NU'DAQ: Wa' Cha' Wej
(Data instantly pushes Nu'Daq's arms back onto the table, and returns
to his PADD)
NU'DAQ: Maw' tok!
(Nu'Daq head-butts Data, but falls backwards himself)
DATA: My upper spinal support is a polyalloy designed to withstand
extreme stress. My skull is composed of cortenide and duranium.
NU'DAQ: I understand your intellectual prowess is equally impressive.
If I were to learn of the results from the computer search before the
others, the Klingon Empire would have a strategic advantage. A being of
your abilities would go far in the Empire.
DATA: You are attempting to bribe me.
NU'DAQ: Not at all.
DATA: You suggested a plan that would work to your advantage, one that
I would be capable of executing. You then implied a reward. Clearly you
NU'DAQ: Commander, never mind.
(a display is beeping)
LAFORGE: What the hell? Computer, perform a level three diagnostic on
the primary defensive systems. La Forge to Captain Picard.
PICARD [OC]: What is it, Geordi?
LAFORGE: You might want to come down here. I found something that I
think you should see.
DATA: The computer has completed its analysis.
CRUSHER: The computer was able to extrapolate this geometric pattern
based on the distribution of the fragments.
(it is a zigzag or helix with one line missing, that overlays a star
CRUSHER: Computer, highlight the section of the missing pattern. The
missing DNA fragment should be in this system.
DATA: The star is in sector two one four five nine. The Rahm Izad
(and Ocett instantly beams out. The Enterprise is fired on by both
WORF: Direct hit on our port nacelle. They are
powering up for another volley.
RIKER: Let's make it look good. Ensign, release the inertial dampers.
ENSIGN: Aye, sir.
WORF: They are firing.
(everything shakes as the Cardassians target the nacelle again and fly
PICARD: Report, Number One.
RIKER: The power boost to the structural integrity field protected the
nacelles. We used the inertial dampers to simulate complete shield
NU'DAQ: It is fortunate that your Engineer discovered Gul Ocett's
attempt to tamper with your defensive systems. Maht-H'a. Status.
KLINGON [OC]: Minor damage to starboard nacelle. We will be operational
in less than one hour.
NU'DAQ: What? You incompetent Top'a. You were supposed to be prepared.
WORF: The Cardassian vessels have set a course for Rahm Izad.
PICARD: Well, it won't take them long to realise that Rahm Izad is the
wrong planet. Captain, you're welcome to join us.
NU'DAQ: I will go with you.
PICARD: Ensign, set in a course for the Vilmoran System. Warp nine.
ENSIGN: Aye, sir.
PICARD: Engage. (later)
DATA: I am scanning all seven planets of the Vilmoran system. None
appears to support life.
RIKER: How can that be? The Professor's data depends on
DATA: Correction. The second planet shows evidence of an ancient ocean,
LAFORGE: It once supported life.
DATA: Yes, and it still may, in a limited fashion not detectable by our
long range sensors.
RIKER: Lay in a course, Ensign. Full impulse. Riker to Transporter room
RIKER [OC]: Captain, we've located a planet that
may still support life. We'll know in a minute.
PICARD: Any sign of the Cardassians?
RIKER [OC]: Not yet. We don't know how long it'll stay that way.
DATA: I am reading a small pocket of vegetative
life. A primitive lichen growing in a fossilised seabed.
RIKER: Transporter room one. I am programming the coordinates. Stand
(with rock walls on three sides, ridged as if
eroded by water and wind to make handy ledges and paths)
CRUSHER: There. Over there.
RIKER [OC]: Captain, we've got company. I'm ready to pull you out of
PICARD: Wait for my order, Number One.
(Ocett and an aide beam in)
NU'DAQ: You dishonorable top'a!
OCETT: Perhaps we could exchange insults some other time. I'm rather
ROMULAN: Well, it was quite a chase, wasn't it, my friends?
ROMULAN: We intercepted several communiqués between the Yridians and
Cardassia. My ship was watching under cloak when Professor Galen's
shuttle was attacked.
WORF: And you have been shadowing us ever since.
ROMULAN: And now the reward. Step clear, please.
OCETT: I shall destroy the entire rockface and every trace of DNA with
it. You will go back to Romulus empty-handed. Your superiors will be
ROMULAN: Perhaps we could come to a compromise? You give us the gene
PICARD: (sotto to Crusher) The seabed it may be only partially
fossilised. It could still contain organic material.
CRUSHER: Which would still contain the DNA.
NU'DAQ: I will not be
ROMULAN: You can be eliminated by a disrupter. Now, what do you say to
OCETT: How can I be sure you won't kill me if I acquiesce.
ROMULAN: I've given you my word.
NU'DAQ: Etched in stone, no doubt. No deals. There will be no deals as
long as I'm still alive.
ROMULAN: Do not press me, Klingon. I don't care whether you live or
WORF: If you fire, others will also. Many will die.
(Crusher hands Picard her scan results and he adds them to his
PICARD: The programme has been activated. I think it's reconfiguring
NU'DAQ: We die together, Brother. Tash Koh Tah.
PICARD: It's modifying the emitter diode to project something.
(the tricorder projects a hologram. It's Salome Jens in a blank latex
head, the first but not the last she will wear on Trek)
HUMANOID: You're wondering who we are, why we have done this, how it
has come that I stand before you, the image of a being from so long
ago. Life evolved on my planet before all others in this part of the
galaxy. We left our world, explored the stars, and found none like
ourselves. Our civilisation thrived for ages, but what is the life of
one race, compared to the vast stretches of cosmic time? We knew that
one day we would be gone, that nothing of us would survive. So, we left
you. Our scientists seeded the primordial oceans of many worlds, where
life was in its infancy. The seed codes directed your evolution toward
a physical form resembling ours. This body you see before you, which
is, of course, shaped as yours is shaped, for you are the end result.
The seed codes also contained this message, which we scattered in
fragments on many different worlds. It was our hope that you would have
to come together in fellowship and companionship to hear this message.
And if you can see and hear me, our hope has been fulfilled. You are a
monument, not to our greatness, but to our existence. That was our
wish, that you too would know life, and would keep alive our memory.
There is something of us in each of you, and so, something of you in
each other. Remember us.
NU'DAQ: That's all? If she were not dead, I would kill her.
OCETT: The very notion. That a Cardassian could have anything in common
with a Klingon, it turns my stomach.
PICARD: Picard to Enterprise.
RIKER [OC]: Standing by, sir.
Captain's log, stardate 46735.2. Our frequent use
of high warp over the last few days has overextended the propulsion
systems. We are finishing minor repairs before returning to Federation
CRUSHER: It's a shame Professor Galen didn't live
to see the end result of his search.
PICARD: I can't think of anyone who would have appreciated it more.
CRUSHER: If it hadn't been for you, his dream to solve that puzzle
would never have been realised. You left him a wonderful legacy.
PICARD: Yes, but it would've been a more fitting legacy if the message
had not fallen on such deaf ears.
CRUSHER: You never know. Well, I have to get this day started.
PICARD: Both of us.
CRUSHER: See you this afternoon.
RIKER [OC]: Riker to Captain Picard.
RIKER: Incoming transmission from the Romulan
PICARD [OC]: Put it through.
ROMULAN [on monitor]: Captain, my ships are leaving
orbit for Romulan space. Until our next encounter.
PICARD: Until then.
ROMULAN [on monitor]: It would seem that we are not completely
dissimilar after all, in our hopes, or in our fears.
ROMULAN [on monitor]: Well, then. Perhaps, one day.
PICARD: One day.
(Picard picks up one of the little Kurlan figures)