(it is clay sculpture class)
TROI: (to a girl) That's very good. (to a boy) Well, that's very nice.
ERIC: No, it isn't. I just can't get it right. Do you think the wings
are too big?
TROI: Not at all. Birds have wings of all sizes, Eric. And you
shouldn't worry about making it look perfect.
ERIC: But Mrs Narsu said we should try to make our sculptures as
realistic as possible.
TROI: 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?
TROI: Fine. So, make your sculpture make me think of flying, too.
(She moves on to the big kid in the class)
TROI: How's it going, Data?
DATA: I have finished.
(it's a perfect PADD)
DATA: The dimensions are accurate to within one point three percent.
TROI: I'm sure they are. Data, you obviously don't have a trouble 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.
DATA: Counsellor, music is a collection of acoustic vibrations. How can
I reproduce a sound with clay?
TROI: Well, think of the effects that sounds have on people, the images
that music brings to your mind, and then give it a form.
(he quickly forms a treble clef)
TROI: It's a start.
RIKER [OC]: Riker to Data. Please report to the Bridge.
DATA: Acknowledged, sir. On my way.
Captain's log, stardate 47615.2. We have
encountered a rogue comet in sector one one five six. It is not native
to this region of space, and there is no previous record of this object
on any Federation charts.
DATA: Based on its present trajectory, the comet
appears to have originated in the D'Arsay system.
RIKER: That's over two sectors away.
DATA: That is correct, sir. This object has been en route for eighty
seven million years.
RIKER: That's a long time alone in the dark.
PICARD: Begin a full sensor analysis, Mister Data, and log the findings
with the Federation Astrophysical Survey.
DATA: 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
(a bright light sweeps the Bridge)
PICARD: What was that?
DATA: There is distortion within the comet's inner core. I believed we
experienced an intense sensor echo.
RIKER: Can you correct for it?
DATA: 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 thirty nine hours.
CRUSHER: Worf says he's going to teach us some
mok'bara throwing techniques today.
TROI: More like falling techniques. Last time we did that I was sore
for a week.
CRUSHER: What's this?
(a three segment column with a rounded stone on top)
TROI: I have no idea. I've never seen it before.
CRUSHER: Maybe Will left it for you. A little present?
TROI: It's not quite his style.
CRUSHER: Then maybe it's a secret admirer.
TROI: That's an interesting thought
CRUSHER: Well, you'll figure it out later. Come on, we're going to be
(Troi and Crusher leave, and a compass rose appears on the top stone)
TROI: (to a child) That's nice. Data, this is
amazing. How did you come up with this?
(Data has made a half-face mask with a compass rose motif on the
DATA: I followed your advice, Counsellor. I used my imagination.
TROI: That's an understatement.
DATA: 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
TROI: Data, have you been in my quarters?
DATA: No, Counsellor.
TROI: Somebody left an object in my room. Some kind of artefact, and it
has something very similar to this. And you don't know anything about
DATA: I do not.
ERIC: Excuse me, Counsellor. Can you help me with my terminal? It's not
(the screen shows the mask and alien glyphs)
DATA: Perhaps we should investigate this matter further.
RIKER: These symbols don't match anything in the
Federation linguistic banks.
LAFORGE: Some kind of alien information has been downloaded into our
computer core. I don't know how it's working, but it's reconfiguring
RIKER: How did it get in?
LAFORGE: I was able to trace its path from the replicators to the
RIKER: The sensors? They've been scanning that comet for the past
LAFORGE: Those energy readings from the comet's core, that sensor echo.
We still don't know what's inside that thing.
RIKER: Maybe it's about time we found out. Could we use the phasers to
melt down the shell of the comet?
LAFORGE: 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
(Data is still staring at the screen)
LAFORGE: Data? What's wrong?
DATA: I believe I recognise these symbols.
DATA: I do not know.
LAFORGE: Do you think maybe your systems have been affected?
DATA: It is a possibility. I do not believe my systems are currently
impaired, but I will run a full diagnostic to make certain.
RIKER: What do you think they mean?
DATA: Boundary. Border. Road. Companion. Message. Messenger.
(a golden sun-face fills the screen)
LAFORGE: What's that one?
WORF: Captain, phasers are set for wide dispersal,
ten percent maximum power. The beam will automatically terminate once
the comet's core is reached.
PICARD: Very well, Mister Worf. Fire.
WORF: Phasers have terminated.
(and now we see a curiously elegant alien construction, several times
the size of the Enterprise)
PICARD: Mister Data, what are we looking at? Is it a ship?
DATA: I do not know, sir. The object is nearly solid. It is composed
primarily of fortanium and several unknown materials. It is over eighty
seven million years old.
RIKER: That's older than the comet itself. Could someone from the
D'Arsay system have built it?
PICARD: There are no technologically advanced cultures in that system
now. But perhaps eighty seven million years ago, there were.
RIKER: Why would they want to hide something like that inside a comet?
PICARD: Possibly it accumulated those frozen gasses over time as it
travelled through space.
LAFORGE: 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
PICARD: But the question remains, why? What is its purpose?
DATA: Captain, I believe this object is an informational archive.
PICARD: Why do you say that, Mister Data?
DATA: I do not know. However, I seem to have an intuitive understanding
of its function.
LAFORGE: 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.
PICARD: Data, do you believe that you're in communication with that
DATA: It is a possibility, sir. I recommend we run a level one
diagnostic of my positronic net immediately to determine if that is the
PICARD: Very well. Mister LaForge, give him a hand.
LAFORGE: Aye, sir.
RIKER: Do you think it's just trying to make contact with us?
PICARD: Yes, it's possible. But if that is an archive from some ancient
civilisation, we should allow it to do so. But we must be careful.
Mister Worf, will you keep an eye on the sensors. If the ship is in any
danger, I want you to sever the connection immediately.
WORF: Aye, sir.
(there is a collection of new artefacts on Picard's
PICARD: Yes, come in, Number One.
RIKER: We've confined the system corruption. It won't be spreading any
further. But we still have alien symbols floating around on our
computer. This is quite a collection you've assembled. I've seen these
things all over the ship. They all look the same. Primitive and
PICARD: Ceremonial, and deceptively primitive. Only an advanced
technological society could have built that object out there. These
artefacts played a ritualistic role in that society, I think.
RIKER: Do you think Data could be right? Could we have stumbled across
some sort of alien library?
PICARD: Oh, yes, it's possible. And if so, this is a find of most
enormous significance. That library seems designed to do so much more
than simply store information. Who knows what we might learn from this?
RIKER: I keep seeing this design.
PICARD: Yes, this symbol seems to be of particular significance.
RIKER: What do you think it means?
PICARD: The concept of the four cardinal compass directions is quite
common in many different cultures.
RIKER: The words that Data recognised in the computer, boundary,
border, road, they were all arranged in this design.
PICARD: Well, perhaps the artefacts that all have this compass symbol
belong to the same theme, movement. Finding a direction, travelling a
path, crossing a boundary.
RIKER: And death? One of the symbols was death.
PICARD: The ultimate boundary.
PICARD: I've seen this symbol everywhere too, but much less prominently
displayed. It's always in the background, smaller than the others.
(a straight line with a hemisphere below it showing a semicircle with
radiant lines - half a sun? )
RIKER: What do you think it represents?
PICARD: I have no idea.
LAFORGE: Lower synaptic functions are completely
normal. Autonomous systems all check out.
DATA: I suggest we examine the memory subsystem next.
LAFORGE: All right. (Data twitches) Data, what's wrong?
DATA: I am not certain. I am experiencing a curious sensation.
LAFORGE: Well, what is it?
DATA: An impulse.
LAFORGE: Impulse? What kind of impulse?
DATA: I do not know.
LAFORGE: I'm going to check out your higher functions.
DATA: Geordi, what does it feel like when a person is losing his mind?
LAFORGE: Data, come on, you're scaring me now. What's going on?
DATA: I do not know. I am different.
LAFORGE: Well, you're going to be all right. You're with me, okay?
LAFORGE: Listen, I'm going to disconnect you. (does so) What's going
(Data's circuitry has changed)
(Data has the compass symbol on his forehead and a wicked grin)
DATA-IHAT: Masaka is waking.
(after the break, Data is sitting on the warp core as Picard enters.
There is a symbol on his chest.)
DATA-IHAT: Captain. I've been waiting for you. You should feel
honoured. I don't usually wait for anyone.
PICARD: What is it you want?
DATA-IHAT: Masaka is waking.
PICARD: Are you Masaka?
DATA-IHAT: I am not Masaka. I am Ihat.
PICARD: What have you done to Commander Data?
DATA-IHAT: Commander Data? You mean the one who was here?
DATA-IHAT: He's gone. Who can say where?
PICARD: Picard to Counsellor Troi. Report to main Engineering
DATA-IHAT: Picard to Counsellor Troi. Report to main Engineering
PICARD: Ihat, this place you come from, is it a cultural archive of
DATA-IHAT: I come from Masaka's city.
PICARD: Are there others like you there?
(Data goes to lie on the 'pool table')
DATA-IHAT: There are no others like me.
PICARD: Who is Masaka?
DATA-IHAT: You will find out.
PICARD: I would like to know Masaka, speak with her.
DATA-IHAT: Do you understand pain? Death? That is all you need to know
of Masaka. It is what she is. Go. Leave this place before she finds
you. It can be done. I did it.
(Data kneels before her in fear, and when he looks up again, there is a
different symbol on his chest)
DATA-VICTIM: I am yours. Every part of me is yours.
PICARD: We should confine him to quarters.
(Pos net micrograph 289.25 on the wall monitor)
LAFORGE: This is a micrograph of what's happened to Data's positronic
net. Now, as near as I can tell, these are behavioural nodes. I've
counted fourteen 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 artefacts.
TROI: As a result, Data's real personality has been completely buried.
In a sense, Data has the android equivalent of multiple personalities.
LAFORGE: The archive hasn't stopped yet. Data's positronic net is still
being transformed. There's no telling how many more personalities might
PICARD: Geordi, I want you to continue to scan the archive. 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.
PICARD: I'm not going to hurt you.
DATA-VICTIM: Only Masaka can hurt me. I am for her alone.
PICARD: I need to speak with Ihat. Do you understand? Ihat.
DATA-IHAT: Captain. That was a cruel joke you played on me. For a
moment, a brief moment, I actually thought that woman was Masaka.
PICARD: Whoever took your place wasn't afraid of Masaka. He seemed
eager for his fate.
DATA-IHAT: Pitiful, isn't it. You won't catch me humiliating myself for
a woman even if she were a queen.
PICARD: Then Masaka is your queen?
DATA-IHAT: She's a lazy creature. She spends most of her time sleeping.
The problem is, what she does when she's awake.
PICARD: Then should we try to keep her asleep?
DATA-IHAT: Try to stop the sun from climbing the sky? Only Korgano can
do that, and he's not here.
PICARD: Where is he?
DATA-BOY: Help me. Please.
PICARD: What's wrong?
DATA-BOY: I'm afraid.
PICARD: Of what?
DATA-BOY: Of her.
(the lights go out)
PICARD: Picard to Bridge.
PICARD [OC]: Report.
RIKER: The archive just activated some kind of tractor beam, sir. We're
not able to disengage it.
PICARD: Has there been any damage to the ship?
RIKER: There was an emergency reported in Ten
Forward. Mister Worf's on his way.
LAFORGE: Captain, there's some kind of energy pulse coming through the
LAFORGE [OC]: It's overriding our control systems.
PICARD: I'll be right there.
DATA-BOY: (gripping Picard's wrist) Don't leave me.
PICARD: I won't leave you. Please, let go of me.
DATA-BOY: Does it hurt?
DATA-BOY: She's going to hurt us all.
(he lets go)
DATA-IHAT: Now you've done it, Captain. Masaka is awake.
(it now contains tropical foliage and stone, and a
large version of Troi's ornament with a sun image on it. Think lost
TROI: Who's this?
PICARD: I'd say that that is Masaka. Ihat referred to her as a queen,
and it's not unusual in ceremonial cultures to find royalty symbolised
by a sun.
TROI: You said the personalities inside Data were in awe of her, even
PICARD: According to Data, the sun image is also a symbol for death.
(on the reverse of the obelisk)
PICARD: There it is again. The same U-shaped symbol, small and
insignificant. Almost as if it's an afterthought.
LAFORGE: Captain, this is incredible. These artefacts weren't beamed
over here from the archive. The matter here in Ten Forward has been
PICARD: Into living plants? How is that possible?
LAFORGE: 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 twelve is now an aqueduct.
TROI: What are we being transformed into?
LAFORGE: I'm not sure I want to find out.
PICARD: I don't think we have a choice. We must destroy that archive.
WORF: Sir, our weapon control systems are inoperative. However, we
could reconfigure a photon torpedo for manual launch.
PICARD: Make it so.
(Worf and La Forge leave)
PICARD: There's so much here we could have learned. I really regret
losing that opportunity.
(a torpedo lies on the floor)
LAFORGE: Okay, I've locked in the targeting parameters. What's the
phase alignment now?
WORF: Less than point seven percent.
LAFORGE: Good, that'll do it. I'm setting the yield at maximum.
(and the torpedo lights go out)
WORF: Sir, the onboard power systems are not functioning.
LAFORGE: Let's see what's going on here?
(the torpedo is full of snakes, Masaka is on the wall monitor and there
LAFORGE: Something tells me we'd better get out of here.
(flames stop them)
WORF: Engineering to Bridge. Emergency transport. Two to beam out.
(it's dark and there are vines and stones here too)
RIKER: Maybe we'd better talk in here. The Observation Lounge has
turned into a swamp.
PICARD: So, what's our status?
LAFORGE: Well, so far the archive has transformed about twenty percent
of the ship. We've lost main propulsion and weapons systems in the
RIKER: What about communications, sensors, life support?
LAFORGE: We have communications, and limited sensor control. Life
support seems to be unaffected.
CRUSHER: I've analysed the alien plant forms. They've developed from
biological matter we have on the ship.
LAFORGE: The stone, the artefacts, are made in much the same way,
extrapolating from the ship's own alloys.
CRUSHER: Apparently the archive can reorder and transform molecular
structure including DNA into anything it wants.
PICARD: So it's using our ship, our alloys, our DNA, to create elements
of its own culture.
TROI: But why is this happening? What does the archive hope to
PICARD: Well, whatever the intent that lies behind its process, I'm not
going to permit this ship to be turned into an alien city. Mister La
Forge, do you have any ideas?
LAFORGE: 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 can locate the transformation programme, I
might be able to control it.
PICARD: That's a good idea, but I feel that the answer lies there, with
Masaka. We must find her, access her. Talk to her.
(a dirt floor and a raised hearth in the middle)
DATA-ELDER: Difficult to stay warm. It's not warm enough, not for an
PICARD: Tell me about Masaka.
DATA-ELDER: My daughter.
PICARD: Tell me, how can I talk to her?
DATA-ELDER: Children grow, forget their parents. Only Korgano can talk
PICARD: Korgano? Who is that?
(the fire flares)
DATA-IHAT: Well, aren't we the persistent one.
DATA-IHAT: Is anyone else so charming?
PICARD: Masaka is taking over my ship.
DATA-IHAT: I told you she would.
PICARD: I want to talk with her but I understand that Korgano is the
only one who can do that.
DATA-IHAT: Who told you that?
PICARD: An old man. Masaka's father.
DATA-IHAT: 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?
PICARD: How can I find Korgano?
DATA-IHAT: I don't know. He's not chasing her anymore.
PICARD: Where has he gone?
DATA-IHAT: Stop asking me these questions. I was fast enough to get
away from her once. I don't want her to find me again. I'll wind up on
her sacrificial slab.
PICARD: Ihat, if she's looking for a sacrifice, she can take me.
Perhaps then she'll stop looking for you.
DATA-IHAT: Well, there's an idea. Better you than me.
PICARD: Very well. What do we do.
DATA-IHAT: You must build Masaka's temple. The Queen's temple. That
will get her attention.
PICARD: Very well. How do I do that?
DATA-IHAT: You need the sign. I could give it to you. So could the old
man. But just try getting it out of him.
PICARD: Give me the sign.
DATA-IHAT: If she finds out, you can't imagine her rage. She lets
people die of thirst. A terrible death. Sometimes she burns them alive.
She is glorious.
PICARD: Ihat, the sign, give it to me.
DATA-IHAT: If she comes, you will take my place?
DATA-IHAT: All right. Quickly, give me your hand. A line, as the
unending horizon. A curve as. She has found me.
PICARD: Masaka, show yourself. I will go with you.
DATA-IHAT: It seems I was not fast enough.
DATA-ELDER: So hard to stay warm. Are you one of my children? I can't
PICARD: I need your help. I need the sign for the temple. For Masaka's
DATA-ELDER: It won't help you. Korgano no longer pursues her. Only he
can stop her.
(Picard takes the old man's hand and draws in the dirt)
PICARD: A line as the unending horizon. A curve as? A line as the
unending horizon. A curve
DATA-ELDER: As the rolling hillside. A point as a distant bird. A ray
as the rising sun.
PICARD: Thank you.
DATA-ELDER: Now, come sit with me. Tend the fire.
DATA-BOY: I'm alone. No one left to help me. She's coming.
PICARD: Are all the others dead? Did Masaka kill them?
DATA-BOY: No. She sent them away. It will take them days to die.
(Data no longer has the symbols on him)
(there's nowhere to sit now)
PICARD: Any progress, Mister La Forge?
LAFORGE: I think I've found the archive's transformation programme.
PICARD: Will it accept the symbol for Masaka's temple?
LAFORGE: 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 process.
RIKER: And create the temple?
LAFORGE: I hope so. If this is the wrong symbol, it might turn the
Enterprise into a big chunk of rock. No way to know for sure.
TROI: The question is, can we trust a personality from an alien archive
that seems bent on taking us over?
PICARD: Ihat risked his life to show me that symbol, and Masaka killed
him for doing it. I think we have to risk it.
WORF: Captain. The entire deck has been cleared of
personnel. We may proceed.
PICARD: Commander Riker, we're ready.
RIKER [OC]: Understood.
RIKER: Initiate transformation.
LAFORGE: Inputting the symbol now.
(and it changes into)
PICARD: This would seem that this is Masaka's
WORF: There is no one else here.
(Troi scans the Maya-esque structure)
PICARD: Ihat said that if we created the temple, then it would get her
attention. It may be some time before she shows herself.
(Troi goes up the steps to the throne)
WORF: How will she do that?
PICARD: I don't know.
TROI: Captain, take a look at this.
PICARD: 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
PICARD: Ihat said that someone named Korgano isn't chasing Masaka
anymore. And the old man said, he pursues her no longer. In a sense,
this small symbol might be seen to be chasing Masaka.
WORF: The symbol suggests antlers of some kind. Horns. Maybe it is
meant to represent an animal.
TROI: Animals are worshipped in many cultures.
PICARD: That smaller symbol could represent Korgano. Both 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, god-like figure.
It's not unrealistic to believe that she might have a counterpart, a
consort. Look around. See if you can find that horn-like symbol
(Data wakes and puts on his version of Masaka's
(Data knocks out the guards)
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?
PICARD: Maybe it's simpler than that. Maybe their relationship is more
like the sun and the moon.
WORF: I see. Masaka and Korgano switching positions. The sun setting
and the moon rising.
PICARD: Exactly. Like two powerful rulers changing places in a
TROI: And like the sun and the moon, only one of them can be in
ascendance at any given time.
PICARD: If we can find Korgano in the archive and bring him out, then
perhaps he could force Masaka to leave.
WORF: But would we be any better off with him?
PICARD: Ihat and the others didn't seem to be frightened of Korgano.
(the room shake)
(Data sits on the throne)
PICARD: Masaka, I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship
DATA-MASAKA: Go away.
PICARD: Please, hear us. Your archive is destroying
DATA-MASAKA: I do not hear you.
WORF: She will not even listen to us.
PICARD: Then we will have to find someone too whom she will listen.
LAFORGE: I've found it, Captain. This is the only
place in the archive where Korgano's moon symbol appears by itself, not
linked with Masaka's.
PICARD: All right, Mister La Forge, I want you to access the
transformation programme. And when you're ready, input the symbol.
RIKER: Isn't that a little risky?
TROI: We have no way idea what the result would be. The symbol might
generate anything from Korgano's temple to Korgano himself.
PICARD: In one sense, Korgano is Masaka's nemesis. Whatever this symbol
represents, it could be for us a means to control her. Now, if anyone
has a better idea, I'd be happy to entertain it.
LAFORGE: I've accessed the programme, Captain.
PICARD: Initiate the transformation.
(a mask appears)
RIKER: Another mask.
PICARD: You know, we could be going about this all the wrong way. This
is a very ritualistic culture 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
RIKER: You're going to try to pose as Korgano?
TROI: Captain, we know so little about this culture and even less about
Korgano. How would you convince Masaka that you're him?
PICARD: 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. Mister Worf, what's our status?
WORF: I estimate we have less than two hours before there is nothing
left of the ship. At least, nothing we can recognise.
(Picard takes his place to the left of the main throne)
PICARD: Are you surprised to see me?
DATA-MASAKA: I thought I had escaped you.
PICARD: You should know that is impossible.
DATA-MASAKA: You are a fine hunter but I am a powerful prey. You will
never catch me.
PICARD: Do you want to be the prey forever?
DATA-MASAKA: I thought I was alone. I thought I would not have to share
the sky with you.
PICARD: 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?
DATA-MASAKA: You know me well, Korgano.
PICARD: I think that you are beginning to tire. It is difficult,
brightening the sky forever.
DATA-MASAKA: I am getting sleepy. You always do that to me.
PICARD: So that you can wake with the dawn and begin the hunt again.
DATA-MASAKA: Let the hunt begin again. I am eager for that.
(Data falls asleep)
PICARD: As am I.
(and Picard mask glows and vanishes, then temple reverts to)
RIKER [OC]: Riker to Picard. I don't know what you
did, sir, but it looks like everything's back to normal.
PICARD: Acknowledged, Number One. Mister Data, are you all right?
DATA: I believe so, sir. I am not entirely certain what has happened.
Have I been dreaming again?
PICARD: I'm afraid that will take some time to explain.
Captain's log, stardate 47618.4. Commander La Forge
has managed to disable the alien transformation
programme. Starfleet has
dispatched an archaeological team to study the archive further.
(Picard is holding Masaka's mask)
PICARD: But I don't understand. I thought all the alien artefacts 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.
PICARD: A memento.
DATA: Yes, sir. Although I am relieved to be rid of those alien
personalities, in a sense, I am now empty.
PICARD: I can imagine. Doctor Crusher told me that there were possibly
dozens of personalities inside you.
DATA: I suspect the number was much greater. My impression is that
there were thousands, of all ages and walks of life. It was a
PICARD: Well, Data, you never may become fully human, but you've had an
experience that transcends the human condition. You have been an entire