| [Cargo Bay two]
and Cargo Bay two are still heavily Borgified. Seven of Nine has been
transferred from Sickbay to a regeneration unit. Janeway, the EMH and
JANEWAY: So, how's the newest addition to our family?
EMH: At the moment she's stable, but the prognosis isn't clear. Her
human physiology has begun to reassert itself. Respiratory system,
neurological functions, immune response. But those systems are swarming
with Borg implants. There's a battle being waged inside her body,
between the biological and the technological, and I'm not sure which is
going to win.
JANEWAY: Well, it's time we brought her up to date. Wake her.
SEVEN: Captain Janeway, What have you? The others. I can't hear the
others. The voices are gone.
JANEWAY: We had to neutralise the neurotransceiver in your upper spinal
column. Your link to the Collective has been severed.
SEVEN: You will return this drone to the Borg.
JANEWAY: I'm afraid I can't do that
SEVEN: You will return this drone to the Borg!
JANEWAY: If I were to turn this ship around and head back into Borg
territory I'd be putting my crew at risk. I'm not prepared to do that.
Try to understand. You have to stay on board Voyager. But I'm offering
you freedom from the Collective, and I assure you we will do everything
we can to help the transition
SEVEN: You will supply us with a subspace transmitter and leave us on
the nearest planet. The Borg will come for us.
JANEWAY: It's too late for that. Your human cells are starting to
regenerate. You won't survive without medical care.
SEVEN: We need nothing from you. We are Borg. We are - ah!
EMH: This implant is being rejected by the tissue underneath. It's
going to have to be removed.
SEVEN: You will suppress the human immune system.
EMH: I'm sorry, but the process has gone too far. We've got to get you
SEVEN: No! We are Borg! We are Borg!
(Tuvok holds Seven while the EMH sedates her.)
This armour plating is anchored to the skull with over three million
microconnectors. There's no time to cut through them. I'm going to have
to remove the outer layer of the skull itself. Lieutenant, will you
please leave the surgical bay.
TUVOK: This Borg is a security risk.
EMH: She is heavily sedated. I assure you she's not going anywhere.
(Tuvok steps back.)
EMH: Thank you. Kes, I want you to anaesthetise her cranial nerves.
Twenty milligrams anetrazine.
KES: Yes, Doctor.
(The necessary hypo flies across from the trolley to her hand.)
KES: I don't know what happened. I looked at the hypospray and it just
came to me.
TUVOK: Have you been experimenting with your psychokinetic abilities?
KES: No, not for months, but I have been feeling a little strange
lately. Lots of energy, sleeping less.
EMH: I can see why. Your serotonin levels are sixty two percent above
normal. It's the telepathic centres of your brain. They're in a state
of hyperstimulation like they were a few days ago when you were in
contact with species 8472.
TUVOK: Are they attempting to communicate with you again?
KES: No. This time it's different. I don't feel their presence at all.
TUVOK: Perhaps she's experiencing an after-effect of some kind.
EMH: A reasonable diagnosis, for a security officer. I'll run a full
microsynaptic analysis, but it will have to wait. We should get back to
CHAKOTAY: Ship's status report. We've got two teams on the hull,
stripping off the Borg armour. They're working around the clock but
it's still slow going.
JANEWAY: What about the warp drive?
CHAKOTAY: Torres is having problems cleaning out the plasma relays.
It's disrupting the antimatter reaction. Until she's got it fixed we're
stuck at impulse. She's requesting all personnel with a level three
engineering rating or higher to lend a hand.
JANEWAY: Granted. Tactical update?
CHAKOTAY: Long range sensors are picking up residual transwarp
signatures, Borg vessels. They passed by probably three days ago.
JANEWAY: So we're not out of the woods yet.
CHAKOTAY: Having half our propulsion system overrun by Borg implants
doesn't make repairs any easier.
JANEWAY: Seven of Nine could help with that.
CHAKOTAY: That might be true if she were willing, but she's not in the
most cooperative mood.
JANEWAY: That could change. I just have to reach her somehow.
(She shows him what she has been reading - Registery Archive Personnel
JANEWAY: Annika Hansen.
CHAKOTAY: Our Borg?
JANEWAY: It took some digging through the Federation database, but I
managed to find a single entry in the records of Deep Space Four. Her
parents were unconventional. They fancied themselves explorers, but
wanted nothing to do with Starfleet or the Federation. Their names were
last recorded at a remote outpost in the Omega sector. They refused to
file a flight plan. Apparently, they aimed their small ship toward the
Delta Quadrant and were never heard from again.
CHAKOTAY: For all we know, Annika and her parents were the first humans
the Borg ever assimilated.
JANEWAY: From what she's told me, that was almost twenty years ago.
CHAKOTAY: So she was raised by the Borg. It's the only life she ever
really knew. If you were thinking of bringing her into the fold, that
might not be possible.
JANEWAY: What's the alternative? Toss her back to the wolves?
EMH [OC]: Sickbay to Captain Janeway.
JANEWAY: What is it, Doctor?
EMH [OC]: Could you come down here, Captain. We're having some
JANEWAY: I'll be right there.
It's like peeling an onion.
(He removes a skull implant.)
EMH: Store it in a bio-stasis chamber. It may still be active. If you
think there's a risk, Mister Tuvok, you can throw one of your little
forcefields around the chamber.
TUVOK: A prudent security measure, for a doctor.
EMH: I'm afraid we have a decision to make. A difficult one. Her human
immune system has reasserted itself with a vengeance. Body armour, Borg
organelles, biosynthetic glands, they're all being rejected. Her life
is in danger. I have little recourse but to remove the Borg technology.
JANEWAY: Which is the last thing Seven of Nine would want.
EMH: Hence the difficult decision. If a patient told me not to treat
them, even if the situation were life-threatening, I would be ethically
obligated to honour that request.
JANEWAY: This is no ordinary patient. She may have been raised by Borg,
raised to think like a Borg, but she's with us now. And underneath all
that technology she is a human being, whether she's ready to accept
that or not. And until she is ready, someone has to make the decisions
her. Proceed with the surgery.
EMH: Aye, Captain.
EMH: Kes? Let's begin with the microtubular network embedded in the
(Seven starts fitting.)
TUVOK: What's happening?
EMH: I'm not sure. She's going into neural shock. I can't localise the
source. Kes, try to stabilise her motor cortex. Use a neurosequencer.
Kes, I said to stabilise her cortex or we're going to lose her.
KES: Wait. I can see it.
KES: I think the problem is in her colliculli. Yes, I can see it. A
Borg implant. It's pressing against her trochlear nerve.
EMH: Can you tell me how we might remove it without severing the nerve?
KES: I think I can do more than tell you.
(Kes' mind makes the tiny implant detach and dissolve. Seven stops
EMH: The implant is deteriorating. Her nervous system is stabilising.
Nice work, Kes. Unconventional but effective.
the EMH shows Janeway an artificial eye.)
EMH: They say the eye is the window to the soul. In this case it's a
little bit more. I've fabricated this artificial organ to replace her
eyepiece, but I've had to retain some of the Borg circuitry along the
optic nerve. As a result, she'll have increased acuity in one eye. Note
how perfectly I've matched the pigment of the iris to her human eye.
JANEWAY: Excellent work, Doctor. I admire your attention to detail.
When can I speak with her?
EMH: She's out of immediate danger, and I don't plan to resume the
extraction process until tomorrow. I can wake her now, if you'd like.
JANEWAY: I would. How are you, Kes?
KES: I feel exhilarated, Captain. I've never been so focused in my
life, and my telepathic abilities are stronger than they've ever been.
TUVOK: Your performance today was astonishing. However, your
psychokinetic powers are still undisciplined, and as a result,
KES: I feel like I'm in control.
TUVOK: Nevertheless, you must proceed with caution. And with my
JANEWAY: What are you suggesting?
TUVOK: A series of guided meditations to help her explore the depth of
these new abilities.
KES: I'm ready.
TUVOK: Well then, if you'll excuse us, we should begin immediately.
skin is now pink.)
EMH: Ready when you are, Captain.
(He wakes Seven.)
EMH: Don't be alarmed. You're in Sickbay. You're going to be fine.
SEVEN: What have you done to me!
EMH: Your body was rejecting the Borg technology. You were dying. I'm
sorry, but we had no choice. Those are dermoplastic grafts. They'll
help the regeneration process.
(Seven gets off the biobed.)
SEVEN: You should have let us die.
JANEWAY: I couldn't do that.
SEVEN: This drone cannot survive outside the Collective.
EMH: I beg to differ. Now that the Borg implants are being excised,
your human systems are free to thrive. And thriving they are. As a
(Janeway silences him with a Look. He walks away.)
JANEWAY: I want to help you, but I need to understand what you're going
SEVEN: Do not engage us in superficial attempts at sympathy.
JANEWAY: It's obvious that you're in pain. That you're frightened. That
you feel isolated. Alone.
SEVEN: You are an individual. You are small. You cannot understand what
it is to be Borg.
JANEWAY: No, but I can imagine. You were part of a vast consciousness,
billions of minds working together. A harmony of purpose and thought.
No indecision, no doubts. The security and strength of a unified will.
And you've lost that.
SEVEN: This drone is small now. Alone. One voice, one mind. The silence
is unacceptable. We need the others!
JANEWAY: I can't give you back to the Borg, but you're not alone.
You're part of a human community now. A human collective. We may be
individuals but we live and work together. You can have some of the
unity you require right here on Voyager.
JANEWAY: It'll have to do. And the fact is, this community needs you.
The Borg modifications you made to our vessel are disrupting our warp
drive. We need your help to remove them, your expertise, your
cooperation. You must comply.
All right, I think I've got all the Borg garbage out of the plasma
intake manifold. Let's try reinitialising the antimatter reaction.
KIM: Matter antimatter reaction at twenty two cochranes and rising.
(Then it stops again.)
TORRES: Damn! What happened?
KIM: Intake manifolds eleven and thirteen are still blocked.
TORRES: This is like pulling weeds. You think you've got them all out
(Janeway and Seven enter.)
SEVEN: You have neglected to remove the autonomous regeneration
JANEWAY: Lieutenant Torres, Ensign Kim, you remember Seven of Nine.
KIM: How could we forget?
JANEWAY: We can't afford to delay repairs any longer, so I've asked her
to help us remove the Borg modifications. She only has a few hours
before she returns to Sickbay. I suggest you put here to good use.
TORRES: You can start with the plasma relays. They're in Jefferies tube
SEVEN: Jefferies tube thirteen alpha section twelve. We fully recall
the engineering specifications of your vessel.
TORRES: Good. Can you also recall the way it looked before you turned
it into a Borg circus?
JANEWAY: Well, now that the pleasantries are over, why don't you get to
work? I want updates every hour.
TORRES: Yes, Captain.
The flame of the lamp is fire disciplined, tamed and under control. It
is the appropriate focus for the task ahead of us.
KES: How do we begin?
TUVOK: I will attempt to guide you in manipulating the flame at the
subatomic level. Concentrate on the flame. Try to see past the surface,
past the light, to the patterns of energy and matter.
KES: I can see the essence of the fire.
TUVOK: Good. Now reach out with your mind and intensify the flame.
KES: I'm making it hotter, brighter.
TUVOK: Now, with your thoughts, reduce the flame. Excellent. You never
demonstrated this level of control before.
KES: It's as though I knew what had to be done.
TUVOK: What's wrong?
KES: Something's happening. I can see further, beyond the subatomic.
TUVOK: Kes, there is nothing beyond the subatomic.
KES: But I can see it, Tuvok. It's a new level of reality. It's
TUVOK: Perhaps we should stop for now.
KES: Wait a few seconds. I want to try to control it.
(The lamp wibbles.)
KES: Don't worry, Tuvok.
(And returns to normal.)
What about these linkages. Every time I pull one out another one comes
back in it's place.
SEVEN: Autonomous regeneration sequencers. They function to counteract
KIM: Amazing. How did you come up with the pattern duplication design?
SEVEN: We came up with nothing. The Borg assimilated this technology in
Galactic Cluster three from species two five nine.
TORRES: I'm not interested in a history lesson. How do we disable it?
SEVEN: You must disconnect each sequencer conduit at the insertion
TORRES: Why don't you two work on the Jefferies tube. Start with the
I'll start here. You said the Borg got this stuff from species two five
nine. Who are they? Guess the Borg meet a lot of people, don't they?
Stupid question. So, what's it like out there in Galactic Cluster
SEVEN: Beyond your comprehension.
KIM: Try me.
SEVEN: Galactic Cluster three is a transmaterial energy plane
intersecting twenty two billion omnicordial lifeforms.
KIM: Ah. Interesting.
(Seven's eyepiece zooms in on a communications node - Starfleet ID
SEVEN: Ensign Kim. Your assistance.
(She hits him, knocking him into the guard standing nearby.)
PARIS: Captain, somebody's trying to access the subspace transmitter.
TORRES: Captain, I don't know how, but she's erected some kind of forcefield
around the door. We can't break through it.
CHAKOTAY: She's bypassed our security protocols.
JANEWAY: Disable the transmitter.
CHAKOTAY: It's too late.
TUVOK: It's obvious your mental abilities have progressed beyond this particular Vulcan exercise. I suggest we. What is it?
KES: Something's wrong. The Borg is trying to contact her people.
TUVOK: Tuvok to Security team one. Intruder alert in Engineering.
KES: Wait. I think I can stop her.
(A ripple passes through the Jefferies Tube wall until it reaches Seven. She is thrown backwards.)
KES: It's over.
TUVOK: Tuvok to bridge. Status.
JANEWAY: There was some kind of explosion in the Jefferies tube just as she was about to initiate her transmission.
JANEWAY [OC]: We don't know what caused it.
TUVOK: I believe I may have the answer, Captain.
JANEWAY: I can tell by the expression on your face that you've got some bad news.
TUVOK: I have no expression on my face. However, you are correct. The
news on two separate fronts is not good. I checked the subspace
bandwidths. At least a partial signal was transmitted from Voyager.
JANEWAY: Enough for a Borg ship to track?
JANEWAY: And the second front?
TUVOK: I believe there is also cause for concern regarding Kes.
TUVOK: Internal sensor logs show that she destabilised the Jefferies
tube at the molecular level. The effect weakened the infrastructure
throughout the deck. She wishes to develop her abilities further. I am
not certain it would be safe, for Kes or Voyager.
JANEWAY: I've got an Ocampan who wants to be something more and a Borg
who's afraid of becoming something less. Here's to Vulcan stability.
Wait for me.
SEVEN: So this is human freedom.
JANEWAY: I've decided to keep you in the Brig until I'm certain you
won't try to harm us again. If necessary the Doctor can treat you here.
I honestly believed you were going to help us.
SEVEN: You were not deceived, Captain Janeway. It was my intention to help you.
JANEWAY: What happened?
SEVEN: There was a chance to contact the Collective. I took advantage
of it. Your attempt to assimilated this drone will fail. You can alter
our physiology but you cannot change our nature. We will betray you. We are
JANEWAY: I've met Borg who were freed from the Collective. It wasn't
easy for them to accept their individuality, but in time they did.
You're no different. Granted, you were assimilated at a very young age,
and your transition may be more difficult, but it will happen.
SEVEN: If it does happen, we will become fully human?
JANEWAY: Yes, I hope so.
SEVEN: We will be autonomous. Independent.
JANEWAY: That's what individuality is all about.
SEVEN: If at that time we choose to return to the Collective, will you
JANEWAY: I don't think you'll want to do that.
SEVEN: You would deny us the choice as you deny us now. You have
imprisoned us in the name of humanity, yet you will not grant us your
most cherished human right. To choose our own fate. You are
hypocritical, manipulative. We do not want to be what you are. Return
us to the Collective!
JANEWAY: You lost the capacity to make a rational choice the moment you
were assimilated. They took that from you, and until I'm convinced
you've gotten it back, I'm making the choice for you. You're staying
SEVEN: Then you are no different than the Borg.
Talaxian champagne, moon-ripened. Your favourite.
KES: Neelix, where did you get this?
NEELIX: I put a bottle away for a special occasion. Remember when we
last sipped this together?
KES: Three years ago. It was when we first arrived on Voyager.
NEELIX: And do you remember the toast I made?
KES: Yes. To the adventure.
NEELIX: To the adventure. When you left Ocampa, you said that your
people were being held beck. That if you were only given the chance you
could become something so much more. And you have.
KES: I know things have worked out exactly the way we planned.
NEELIX: I was only holding you back. That's obvious to me now.
KES: No. I couldn't have come this far without you. And I love you. I
always will. It's just, er
NEELIX: My cooking. You've always hated my cooking.
KES: That's exactly what it was.
NEELIX: Ah. So, tell me more about what's happening to you. What does it
KES: I don't know, and that's what makes it all so exciting. It's as if
I can see into a place where the distinction between matter and energy
and thought no longer exists. And that's only the beginning. I feel as
if all the boundaries within me are about to fall away.
NEELIX: It sounds ah, sper, ah, interesting.
KES: I only have to look at an object, to gaze at it, and I can begin
to see that the space between the atoms is being filled with something
(The table starts to wibble.)
NEELIX: Er, Kes.
KES: I can see them, I can see.
NEELIX: Kes, stop!
(She looks up at Neelix, and he gets thrown backwards.)
Captain, I'm picking up some strange energy readings from deck two, the
JANEWAY: Bridge to Neelix. What's going on down there? Neelix, report.
KIM: The bulkhead in that section is coming apart.
CHAKOTAY: Increase the structural integrity field on deck two.
and Tuvok enter the mess hall to see Kes on her knees, smiling, glowing
and semi-transparent. Then she solidifies again.)
I've run every conceivable neural analysis. Everything short of
dissecting the brain itself. Her telesynaptic activity is increasing
but I don't know why, or how to stop it. Have the ship's internal
sensors revealed anything?
TUVOK: For seventeen point four seconds Kes's body went into a state of
cellular flux. She began to destabilise at the subatomic level.
JANEWAY: Then for some reason her atoms re-established their bonds and
she was back in one piece.
EMH: But what about the next time? Her condition is escalating. We must
find a way to suppress it, or the last we see of Kes could very well be
her molecules blowing through the ventilation ducts.
JANEWAY: Tuvok, enhance the structural integrity fields throughout the
ship. If she has another incident I'd like to avoid a hull breach.
Doctor, maybe it's time we broaden our horizons. This appears to have
gone beyond medical science. We're into particle physics now.
EMH: I'll try looking through the quantum substructure database. Maybe
it'll give me some inspiration.
JANEWAY: Keep me informed.
Kes, until I can devise another diagnostic procedure, you're free to
return to your quarters.
KES: Actually, I'd like to stay here, help with the research.
EMH: I don't want you to overexert yourself and risk precipitating
another telepathic incident. Try to get some rest.
KES: Just let me stay for a little while. I haven't seen you much over
the past few days. I miss you.
EMH: All right. Just for a while.
(Down in the Brig, Seven starts throwing herself at the forcefield.)
[OC]: Ensign Ayala to the bridge.
JANEWAY: Go ahead, Ensign.
AYALA [OC]: You'd better come down to the Brig, ma'am.
(Janeway enters. Seven is just pacing sadly now.)
SEVEN: My designation is Seven of Nine. but the others are gone.
Designations are no longer relevant. I am one.
JANEWAY: Yes, you are.
SEVEN: But I cannot function this way. Alone.
JANEWAY: You're not alone. I'm willing to help you.
SEVEN: If that's true, you won't do this to me. Take me back to my own
JANEWAY: You are with your own kind. Humans.
SEVEN: I don't remember being human. I don't know what it is to be
(Janeway picks up a PADD and lowers the forcefield.) <br>
SEVEN: What are you doing?
JANEWAY: I'm coming in.
SEVEN: I'll kill you.
JANEWAY: I don't think you will.
(Janeway enters the cell, staying out of arms reach. She shows Seven the picture from the Personnel File on the PADD.)
JANEWAY: Do you remember her? Her name was
Annika Hansen. She was born on stardate 25479 at the Tendara Colony.
There's still a lot we don't know about her. Did she have any siblings?
Who were her friends? Where did she go to school? What was her
(Seven looks at the picture for a while, then slaps it out of Janeway's hand.)
SEVEN: Irrelevant! Take me back to the Borg.
JANEWAY: I can't do that.
SEVEN: So quiet. One voice.
JANEWAY: One voice can be stronger than a thousand voices. Your mind is
independent now, with it's own unique identity.
SEVEN: You are forcing that identity upon me. It's not mine.
JANEWAY: Oh yes, it is. I'm just giving you back what was stolen from
you. The existence you were denied, the child who never had a chance. That life is yours to live now.
SEVEN: Don't want that life.
JANEWAY: It's what you are. Don't resist it.
(She collapses into Janeway's arms. Janeway helps her back to the bunk and holds her.)
Captain's log, supplemental. Warp drive is still offline and we don't
know whether the Borg have detected us. Kes' psychokinetic abilities
continue to damage the ship's structural integrity, and as a result our
defences have been compromised.
Come in, Captain.
JANEWAY: You wanted to see me. Ah, Tuvok's meditation lamp. I was with
him when he got it six years ago, from a Vulcan master. Who doubled the
price when he saw our Starfleet insignias.
KES: I'm sure it was the logical thing to do. I've been thinking about
everything that's been going on, and I know what I have to do. It's time
for me to leave Voyager.
JANEWAY: Oh, Kes.
KES: Something important is happening to me, and I want to explore it.
But I can't stay here any longer. I'm a danger to all of you.
JANEWAY: We're going to get to the bottom of this. The Doctor's already
working on a new approach.
KES: Everybody thinks that what's happening is a medical condition.
That's not it at all. I'm going though a transformation. I don't know
how or why, but every cell in my body is telling me that I'm changing
into something more.
JANEWAY: What if it's not true? What if you're simply being swept up in
the excitement of something you think is happening, but it's not real?
On the basis of a feeling, an intuition, you're asking me to let you
go, quite likely for ever? Kes, I just can't do that.
KES: It's my decision. My fate. Would you really try to stop me?
JANEWAY: No. But argue with you? Even plead with you to reconsider? Absolutely, for as long as it takes.
KES: It won't work. Look at me, Captain. I'm the same Kes you've always
known. I haven't lost my judgment. I'm not under some alien influence.
I believe something crucial is happening to me and I want to see it
JANEWAY: You've lived most of your life here. Voyager has been your
home. And you've been a vital part of this family. Oh, I'm going to miss
KES: Now all I have to do is tell the Doctor. He's not going to be
(Kes briefly becomes semi-transparent.)
KES: It's starting.
JANEWAY: Janeway to bridge.
CHAKOTAY: Chakotay here.
JANEWAY [OC]: Prepare a shuttle for launch and have Tuvok meet me on
JANEWAY [OC]: Kes is leaving us.
JANEWAY: Come on.
KES: Captain, I can't stop it.
(Something explodes behind them.)
JANEWAY: Janeway to Chakotay. Beam us directly to the shuttlebay.
The molecules in Kes' body are destabilising. It's interfering with the
CHAKOTAY: Captain, we can't get a lock.
JANEWAY: Acknowledged. Looks like we're going to have to do this the
(They run. The ship's hull starts to ripple.)
CHAKOTAY: What's happening?
PARIS: The hull is destabilising. The molecular bonds are breaking
Tuvok. I can't keep going.
TUVOK: I will attempt a mind meld to help you delay the transformation.
Our minds are one. Our thoughts are one. Try to regain control for a
moment. Only for a moment. Only for a moment. You must hurry.
Hull breach on decks three, four and five.
CHAKOTAY: Emergency containment fields.
JANEWAY [OC]: Janeway to the bridge. Kes is aboard the shuttle.
Initiate launch sequence.
(The shuttlecraft flies out of the bay and goes up.)
PARIS: Shuttle distance, one hundred thousand kilometres. Speed, one
(Janeway and Tuvok enter.)
JANEWAY: Can you hail her?
KIM: I've been trying.
KES [OC]: What's happening? What's happening to me.
KIM: Her atomic structure is completely destabilising.
gift to you.
(Kes disappears from the shuttlecraft. Voyager is enveloped in a bright light and then vanishes.)
Torres to bridge. The warp core just came online.
[OC]: Matter antimatter reaction at one hundred and
Two percent. A hundred and ten percent? A hundred and twenty!
This can't be right. Our speed is - it's impossible!
KIM: We're coming apart!
PARIS: We've just dropped out of whatever it was we were in.
CHAKOTAY: Systems coming back online.
JANEWAY: On screen. Where are we?
PARIS: Nine point five thousand light years from where we just were.
JANEWAY: She's thrown us safely beyond Borg space. Ten years closer to
[Cargo Bay two]
(Seven is no
longer in the rubber Borg suit, but a silver cat-suit with high heels.
She also has blonde hair fastened back in a pleat. The EMH enters with
Janeway and a guard..)
I've extracted eighty two percent of the Borg hardware. The remaining
bio-implants are stable, and better than anything I could synthesise at
such short notice.
SEVEN: It is acceptable.
EMH: Fashion, of course, is hardly my forte. Nevertheless, I've managed
to balance functionality and aesthetics in a pleasing enough manner. I
also took the liberty of stimulating your hair follicles. A vicarious
experience for me, as you might imagine.
(The EMH walks away.)
JANEWAY: You'll have to spend a few hours each day regenerating in a
Borg alcove until your human metabolism can function on it's own. We'll
leave one operational.
JANEWAY: Let's see how things go over the next few weeks. I'll consider
granting you access to the rest of the ship once that I can trust that
you won't try to get us all assimilated again.
SEVEN: It will not happen again.
JANEWAY: Good. If you need anything, contact me.
SEVEN: The child you spoke of, the girl. Her favourite colour was red.
(In his quarters, Tuvok puts the lit meditation lamp in his window, to help Kes find her way home.)