| [Mess hall]
Somewhere, in that totality known as the universe, is a galaxy called
the Milky Way. Tucked into the corner of that galaxy is a planet named
Earth. On that planet is a city called Mantua. Go straight ahead past
the fountain, turn right, then left, then right again. You'll find
yourself walking along the water, listening, as a man sings of his
beloved's unfaithful heart. And even the fish begin to weep. Quando, la
donna e mobile. (singing) La donne e mobile, qual piuma al a vento,
muta d'accento, e di pensiero. Sempre un'amabile, leggiadro
viso, in pianto o in riso, e mensognero. La donna e mobile,
qual pium al vento, muta d'accento, e di pensier. E
(Tuvok is weeping.)
EMH: E di pensier!
(Tuvok starts laughing, then falls to his knees.)
(Paris goes to help and gets pushed away.)
JANEWAY: Janeway to Security. Get a team to the mess hall right away.
EMH: Stand back. He's been seized by the pon farr. A neurochemical
imbalance is driving him to mate. We won't be able to reason with him.
(singing) Tuvok, I understand. You are a Vulcan man. You have just gone
without for seven years about. Paris, please find a way to load a
hypospray. I will give you the sign. Just aim for his behind. Hormones
are raging, Synapses blazing, It's all so veeee (Paris gets an
emergency medkit and loads the hypospray, then throws it to the EMH
whilst he is holding the note.)
EMH: Eeery illogical. Illogical. Illogical.
ALL: Bravo! Bravo!
(Applause and adoring looks from Janeway. Flowers and kisses are thrown
at the maestro.)
(The EMH ends his daydream and returns to his work.)
TORRES: Maybe I'd better run a diagnostic on your hearing subroutines.
EMH: My hearing's fine. I was just letting my mind wander, that's all.
TORRES: If you're not working on anything, you should deactivate
yourself. Save us the energy.
EMH: Wait a second, I thought I was scheduled to go on the away team.
TORRES: Well, the planet looks safe on the long range sensors. Any
medical problems, and we can use the transporter. But, take a look at
those scans and see if there's anything we might have missed.
EMH: Lieutenant, I wanted to go on the away team. There's a canyon on
that planet I'd like to investigate.
TORRES: I've already handed out assignments. Next time. If you'd like,
I'll snap a few images for you.
EMH: Don't bother.
TORRES: Suit yourself.
EMH: I'll just use my imagination.
is a gaseous object on the viewscreen. Chakotay enters.)
CHAKOTAY: Where did that come from?
JANEWAY: Good question. It didn't show up on sensors until a few
CHAKOTAY: T class nebula. A thousand kilometre diameter. Hydrogen,
JANEWAY: Nothing too dramatic.
CHAKOTAY: If you want some drama, take a look at this.
(He hands over a PADD.)
JANEWAY: To Captain Kathryn Janeway, Starship Voyager. From Emergency
Medical Hologram, Starship Voyager. Topic, status of Emergency Medical
Hologram, Starship Voyager.
CHAKOTAY: He's filing a formal grievance.
CHAKOTAY: His treatment by the crew. There's also a paragraph about his
future on Voyager, and a proposal for his advancement.
JANEWAY: Failure to acknowledge sentience. Rude behaviour. What's this?
A request to be made Captain in the event of a catastrophic emergency?
CHAKOTAY: Dead serious and he wants a formal response, for the record.
TUVOK: Protocol allows for Commander Chakotay or myself to address his
demands, if the captain would prefer.
JANEWAY: No, I'll take care of it. I don't want anybody to be
uncomfortable on this ship. I guess we should all try to be more
considerate of his feelings.
PARIS: Captain, he does it to himself. He's Chief Medical Officer. Is
it our fault that's not enough for him?
JANEWAY: Resume course toward the planet. Chakotay, you have the
bridge. I've got a formal response to draft.
the nebula, a crew of neckless aliens in rubber suits are making notes.)
OVERLOOKER: What category did I assign that vessel?
PHLOX: Unacceptable risk.
OVERLOOKER: Correct. And what was my justification for that decision?
PHLOX: The ship appears in none of our databases. Initial attempts to
scan the interior failed.
OVERLOOKER: Then why are you wasting our resources?
PHLOX: I think I can penetrate the hull, using a microtunnelling
OVERLOOKER: And observe the interior one molecule at a time? There are
other potential targets that must be surveyed.
PHLOX: If I could tap into a data transfer conduit, I'd be able to
reach their main computer core. That would tell me all we need to know
about their tactical systems, in theory.
OVERLOOKER: We could be detected. They may not like being spied upon.
PHLOX: I think I've been very careful avoiding it. I'll take every
precaution, I promise.
OVERLOOKER: Unacceptable risk.
PHLOX: I've already transmitted my proposal to the Hierarchy. They
should be responding momentarily.
OVERLOOKER: Do you have something you'd like to say?
OVERLOOKER: The Hierarchy cannot be bothered with every ill-conceived
notion that you
(The response arrives.)
PHLOX: They've approved. I'd better get started.
(The Overlooker stomps away.)
DEVRO: You're too confrontational. He'll report you.
PHLOX: Huh. Acceptable risk.
The layer of antonium runs right along the edge of the canyon.
SEVEN: My scans show geological instability within one hundred metres
of the target location.
PARIS: I could put the Flyer down just outside of that.
NEELIX: I don't know, Tom. That might be a little too far.
PARIS: What's the matter, Neelix? Afraid of a little exercise?
TORRES: I think we could handle a hundred metre stroll.
PARIS: I have to agree.
(The EMH gets a message on his PADD - Dinner Tonight? He looks up and
Seven winks at him.)
NEELIX: Maybe getting there. It's coming back I'm worried about. We'll
be loaded down with ore. If the ground is unstable
SEVEN: I suggest limiting the team members to twenty kilograms.
Preliminary scans indicate the crust is dense enough to support that
(Then Janeway gets up and walks around the table, brushing her hand
along the back of the EMH's seat. Seven stiffens.)
PARIS: You might try carrying a transport enhancer to the site.
NEELIX: That's not a bad idea. We'll beam the ore back to the Delta
Flyer and we won't have to carry anything.
TORRES: You know, this mission is starting to look a little more
dangerous than we thought. Maybe we do need the Doctor to come along.
If one of us fell through the crust there could be injuries.
(The EMH gets another text message - Resist.)
SEVEN: I require his assistance in Astrometrics.
TORRES: What for?
SEVEN: That's none of your business.
TORRES: I think it is.
(Janeway leans over the table by the EMH, holding her back.)
NEELIX: What's wrong, Captain?
JANEWAY: It's nothing, really. An old Academy injury. It flares up
every now and then. I've learned to live with it, but maybe you should
stay here and have a look. Right there.
(Janeway places the EMH's hand on the sacral area of her lower back.
TORRES: Get away from him.
JANEWAY: You are dismissed. Doctor? Doctor?
(The EMH is roused from his reverie.)
EMH: Yes, Captain?
JANEWAY: Let's talk about these demands of yours.
I've given you a great deal of freedom on this ship.
EMH: I'm not disputing that.
JANEWAY: But you're not satisfied, either.
EMH: I should be allowed to participate and advance according to my
abilities, like any other member of this crew.
JANEWAY: You should also know your limits.
EMH: My programme can be expanded indefinitely. I don't have limits.
JANEWAY: Maybe, but we all have primary responsibilities. Yours is
EMH: I'm a computer programme. Multiple tasking is second nature to me.
JANEWAY: This proposal of yours to be made a, what? What did you call
EMH: ECH. Emergency Command Hologram.
JANEWAY: In principle, it's an interesting idea. A backup captain in
case I'm incapacitated and the command structure breaks down. But
expanding your programme would take months of work.
EMH: The lives of the crew may depend on it someday.
JANEWAY: I'm afraid the answer's no, Doctor. However, as part of my
formal response I have recommended that Starfleet assign a team of
Engineers to consider your proposal. When we get back to the Alpha
Quadrant, I'll pass it along.
EMH: Thank you, Captain.
JANEWAY: Thank you, Doctor.
walks into a Congratulations ECH Party. His PADD has morphed into a
glass of champagne.)
JANEWAY: Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce the Emergency
(Seven kisses him on the cheek, and Torres takes his other arm.)
party is on a monitor.)
PHLOX: I've tried to access their internal sensors, but I couldn't get
past the security encryption. So, I found something even better. A
holographic crewman. I've tapped into his cognitive subroutines. We can
now monitor everything he's experiencing.
DEVRO: It's like having an agent on board.
JANEWAY [on screen]: To the ECH.
EMH [on screen]: Captain, this is such an honour, but if you don't mind
my saying, hardly a surprise.
(A little later.)
PHLOX: Allow me to introduce the Doctor. He's a computer programme, a
sentient piece of holographic technology. And he is Voyager's medical
PHLOX: That's the name of the ship. I've only been observing the Doctor
for a matter of hours, and I've already learned more about this vessel
than I did in three days of sensor sweeps.
PHLOX: The reason Voyager is not in our database is because they are
not from this quadrant. They're lost. Alone.
OVERLOOKER: No backup vessel?
PHLOX: Uh huh.
OVERLOOKER: No one to contact for help?
PHLOX: Precisely. Another few hours of observation and I will know all
we need to know about them. Defences, weapons, crew complement,
OVERLOOKER: From monitoring one individual? Unlikely.
PHLOX: Actually, it is very likely. The social structure on Voyager is,
is much different than ours.
OVERLOOKER: How so?
PHLOX: This is my observation post. I have a single function. But the
Doctor does much more than just practice medicine. He has access to the
entire ship, and he seems to be an expert on everything. In fact, the
Captain just gave him authorisation to command the bridge! It was a
very exciting moment.
OVERLOOKER: Why aren't you monitoring him now?
PHLOX: The link drops out intermittently, but it should be
re-established in a few minutes.
OVERLOOKER: Maintain your surveillance.
This'll take care of any potential allergens in the planet's
atmosphere. I'll monitor your medical status from the bridge, but I
don't anticipate any problems. Since I'm not going, I wonder if you'd
mind snapping a few holo-images for me while you're down there.
EMH: Tell me something, Mister Neelix. Do you daydream?
NEELIX: On Talaxia, we have a saying. The dream dreams the dreamer.
EMH: Care to translate?
NEELIX: We like to think that fantasies and daydreams come from
someplace else. Another land. They slip into our minds and whisper
about things we never imagined.
EMH: A strange notion.
NEELIX: Do you daydream, Doctor?
EMH: Of course not. I'm a computer programme. I prefer wide shots,
Mister Neelix. If you're feeling creative, throw in a little
NEELIX: Will do.
Voyager to Delta Flyer. Report.
PARIS [OC]: We're approaching the canyon. Whew! What a view!
EMH: I'm sure it is.
JANEWAY: Put us in a synchronous orbit above their landing coordinates.
PARIS [OC]: Voyager, mayday!
JANEWAY: What's wrong?
PARIS [OC]: We've been hit. I'm taking us into the canyon.
KIM: I don't know what happened to them.
TUVOK: I am picking up a vessel, Captain. It's Borg.
JANEWAY: Red alert. On screen. Battle stations.
(A Borg node pops out of Tuvok's hand.)
TUVOK: Captain. You must relieve me of duty at once.
SEVEN: An assimilation virus has penetrated our defences.
CHAKOTAY: We're becoming drones.
JANEWAY: Hard to starboard. Reinforce the shields.
KIM: Incoming fire.
(Janeway is knocked out.)
EMH: Computer, activate the ECH.
(The EMH's uniform turns from blue to red shoulders, and four
pips appear on his collar.)
COMPUTER: Transferring all systems to your command. You have the
EMH: Indeed. Shields to maximum. Photon torpedoes, full volley. Fire.
COMPUTER: Enemy shields are intact.
BORG [OC]: We are the Borg.
EMH: I know very well who you are. Stand down your weapons.
BORG [OC]: State your designation.
EMH: Emergency Command Hologram, at your service.
BORG [OC]: Designation unknown.
EMH: Not for long.
(Tuvok and Chakotay, now partially assimilated, advance on Seven and
the EMH. He grabs a pair of hyposprays and injects Chakotay with one,
before neck-pinching Tuvok. Seven gazes at him adoringly.)
COMPUTER: Warning, primary shields are failing.
EMH: This is the last time I'm going to ask you. Stand down your
weapons. Turn back while you still can.
BORG [OC]: You will be assimilated.
EMH: Over my dead programme. Computer, activate the photonic cannon.
COMPUTER: The photonic cannon is online.
(The Borg Sphere goes KaBOOM! The Overlookers gasp, then they lose the
KIM: Doctor, can you confirm? The readings, Doctor.
(The EMH returns to reality.)
EMH: Um, er, er. Readings. Er, confirm, of course. Er, the away team's
physiologies are within acceptable parameters. All life signs stable.
KIM: You're okay to proceed, Tom.
PARIS [OC]: Understood. We'll contact you again when we reach the site.
Voyager will not be an easy target. It is armed with something called a
photonic cannon. I watched them destroy a Borg sphere with a single
OVERLOOKER: There are no reports of Borg in this region.
PHLOX: I saw it with my own eyes.
OVERLOOKER: Did you check for debris?
PHLOX: The ship was annihilated. There was nothing left for the sensors
to pick up.
PHLOX: Their captain was disabled in the attack. The hologram is now in
command. He's an impressive individual. A physician, an engineer, a
warrior. And very attractive to the females. We must at all cost try to
avoid a direct confrontation with him. I recommend a type three stealth
(The Overlooker taps this onto a card and puts it into the computer.)
OVERLOOKER: The Hierarchy approves. Prepare for a stealth assault, type
three. Scan for Borg. We don't want any last minute surprises. Or
Doctor? Can I have a word with you?
EMH: I know I let my attention drift a little on the bridge, but I
CHAKOTAY: Are you kidding? That was incredible. I just wanted to
EMH: For what, exactly?
CHAKOTAY: The Borg will have to think twice about attacking Voyager
again. Nice work.
EMH: Computer, locate Commander Chakotay.
COMPUTER: Commander Chakotay is in his quarters.
CHAKOTAY: Something wrong?
What were you trying to do?
EMH: I've been experimenting with introducing a new function into my
programme. Cognitive projections. Daydreaming. I wanted to be able to
SEVEN: An inefficient activity.
KIM: We all do it now and then, Seven. Why not the Doctor?
EMH: My thought exactly.
TORRES: So what's the problem?
EMH: The algorithms are malfunctioning. I'm starting to daydream
whether I want to or not.
TORRES: They say a doctor who operates on himself has a petaQ for a
SEVEN: I can help him.
TORRES: I'm sure you can.
SEVEN: The Doctor and I are going to Sickbay.
TORRES: Any excuse to be alone with him, eh, Seven?
SEVEN: Assimilation is an unpleasant fate. (They each pull at one of
the EMH's arms.)
TORRES: Is that a threat?
(An alarm blares.)
KIM: This isn't possible. The warp containment field is failing.
COMPUTER: Warp core breach in thirty seconds.
TORRES: Try stabilising the antimatter flow.
SEVEN: The control linkage is down.
COMPUTER: Warning. Warp core breach a lot sooner than you think.
TORRES: We've got to get someone inside the warp core. Try to eject it
SEVEN: No one could survive the current level of plasma radiation.
BOTH: The Doctor.
EMH: This isn't real, is it?
KIM: Doc, you're the only one who can help us!
COMPUTER: Warning. Last chance to be a hero, Doctor. Get going.
KIM: Here's the problem. The new algorithms weren't isolated properly.
They've branched into his perceptual subroutines. Doc, why don't we
take a closer look at the matrix and. What are you doing?
EMH: I have to eject the core.
SEVEN: Deactivate his programme.
TORRES: No, it will damage his matrix.
EMH: Don't try to stop me.
KIM: Let's take him to Sickbay.
EMH: I have to. I have to save the ship. I have to save the ship. I
have to save the ship!
look lovely tonight, Seven. Where shall we go? That sounds wonderful.
TORRES: The new algorithms have completely taken over his programme.
JANEWAY: So now he's daydreaming constantly?
EMH: It's a photonic cannon. I designed it myself.
TORRES: He seems to be randomly jumping from one to the next.
(They have him isolated in the surgical bay. He bumps into the
EMH: Pardon me, Miss.
TORRES: I routed his subroutines to Holodeck one so Harry and Seven
could monitor his fantasies.
JANEWAY: Do you think that's appropriate? They're his fantasies, and I
promised him we'd show a little more consideration.
TORRES: It'll give us a better idea of what's going on, help us fix
EMH: Mister Neelix, how thoughtful. You baked me a cake. This won't get
you out of your
KIM [OC]: Kim to Sickbay.
JANEWAY: Go ahead, Harry.
KIM [OC]: You might want to have a look at this.
JANEWAY: We're on our way.
(The EMH blows out the candles on his imaginary cake.)
- Cargo Bay two]
is painting his version of a reclining nude.)
EMH: Keep still, please.
HOLO-SEVEN: Anything you say, Doctor.
JANEWAY: He does the hands very well.
SEVEN: Apparently, he's had a great deal of practice. Look at these.
(The preliminary sketches, with a modest lack of detail on the torso.)
JANEWAY: I see.
Computer. Activate the Emergency Command Hologram.
KIM: This is the part I like.
(The pips popping up on the EMH's collar.)
JANEWAY: Nice touch.
EMH: Bring the photonic cannon online.
JANEWAY: Photonic cannon?
KIM: A weapon of mass destruction. Invented by the Doctor, of course.
JANEWAY: Of course.
SEVEN: In many of his fantasies he takes command and saves the ship.
JANEWAY: I see.
KIM: Which means that particular algorithm is more easily accessible
than the others.
TORRES: So, if we can isolate it, we might be able to stabilise his
- Mess hall]
Why do you torment me like this?
EMH: That was never my intention.
HOLO-TORRES: It wasn't?
EMH: I want you to be happy, B'Elanna.
HOLO-TORRES: Without you?
EMH: I'll always be fond of you. That will never change.
HOLO-TORRES: You can't just leave me. I couldn't bear to be alone.
EMH: Aren't you forgetting someone? He needs you, B'Elanna. Now more
HOLO-TORRES: Forget him. He's not half the man you are.
TORRES: I've seen enough of this.
KIM: All right, let's go back to Sickbay and try to isolate that
- Cargo Bay two]
EMH: Thank you for this opportunity, Captain. All I ever wanted was to
live up to my full potential, to hone all my skills, expand my
abilities, to help the people I love.
What's the status?
PHLOX: I lost the signal again. I don't know what happened.
OVERLOOKER: Two assault vessels are on course to join us. Accurate
information is essential.
PHLOX: The more I learn about Voyager, the more I wonder if it's worth
PHLOX: Launching an attack against such a heavily armed vessel carries
a great risk, and for what? A little antimatter and some dilithium.
OVERLOOKER: Your survey indicated large quantities of both. We've
already committed substantial resources to mounting this assault. Were
PHLOX: No, not at all. I'm just sounding a note of caution.
OVERLOOKER: If our boarding party doesn't find Voyager exactly as
you've described it, the Hierarchy will be informed.
PHLOX: I understand. There has been no mistake.
OVERLOOKER: Then we'll proceed.
(The Overlooker walks away.)
PHLOX: I've made a terrible mistake.
DEVRO: How terrible?
PHLOX: The Doctor was appearing in a different location every few
seconds. It didn't seem possible, so I investigated a little further
and I haven't been monitoring his perceptions, I've been watching his
dreams, or his, his imaginings. I'm not sure which. But none of this is
real. What am I going to do?
I came to check on your patient.
EMH: He's doing just fine, Captain. It took Lieutenant Torres half the
night to stabilise my matrix, but I haven't had a single flight of
fancy since. I apologise for altering my programme
JANEWAY: At least there wasn't any permanent damage.
EMH: I'm afraid there was. I've been exposed, humiliated. Turned inside
out for all the world to see. If I've lost your respect
JANEWAY: That will never happen. Certainly not because we've seen a few
random fantasies. We all daydream, Doctor. It helps us imagine other
possibilities in life. Just hold off until we've figured out a way for
you to do it without damaging yourself, all right?
is reading the Federation Judicial Code when the doorbell chimes.)
JANEWAY: Come in.
CHAKOTAY: Ship's status report. Federation law? Thinking about a career
JANEWAY: In a way. Not for me, though. I've been going over the legal
precedents for granting command positions to holograms. There aren't
CHAKOTAY: Captain, this ship needs its Doctor. He should focus on what
he was programmed for. Medical care.
JANEWAY: I think we've underestimated him because of our own human
limitations. His full potential's unknown, Chakotay.
CHAKOTAY: Would you be comfortable handing over your ship to a computer
JANEWAY: Well, I don't know if I'd take it that far.
CHAKOTAY: You might have to. He probably won't settle for less.
is checking blood samples when he hears the sounds of the ECH party.)
EMH: Oh, no.
- Cargo Bay two]
Allow me to shake your hand. Congratulations.
(The EMH has a medal around his neck.)
PHLOX: Doctor, may I please have a word with you?.
EMH: I don't recall dreaming you up.
PHLOX: You didn't. I'm transmitting a simulation of myself into your
programme. But I am real.
EMH: Doctor to the bridge. I'm daydreaming again. Somebody deactivate
PHLOX: Voyager is about to be attacked.
EMH: Of course it is, unless the valiant Doctor swings into action,
PHLOX: Yes, yes, precisely.
EMH: A common theme in all my fantasies.
PHLOX: I reactivated your cognitive algorithms. I put you back into
(Seven whispers into the EMH's ear.)
SEVEN: I'm ready to pose again tonight.
(He gives her his glass of champagne and she moves on.)
PHLOX: It was the only way for me to communicate with you.
EMH: I'm listening.
PHLOX: I'm a long range observer on an assault class vessel. I scan
passing ships for technology and raw materials. When I find an
acceptable target, we raid it.
EMH: You've been spying on us.
PHLOX: More to the point, on you. For several days I've been using a
tunnelling sensor to tap into your programme. You were supposed to be
our eyes and ears on Voyager. Instead, I got this.
EMH: My daydreams? You tapped into my daydreams? That's why my
algorithms have been destabilising.
PHLOX: My fault. I'm sorry.
EMH: Tell me about this attack.
PHLOX: My ship is less than an hour away. I can help you avoid a
confrontation but you must do exactly what I say.
EMH: Why should you want to help us?
PHLOX: You don't understand. The Hierarchy does not tolerate mistakes
or misinformation. If they learn of my error, I'll lose my livelihood.
EMH: Well, that's what you get for being a Peeping Tom.
PHLOX: But I also care about what happens to you. I feel like I've got
to know you over the past few days.
EMH: You've been spying on my fantasies, not me. You don't know me at
PHLOX: But I do. I know how your mind works, what your hopes are. You
created all these possibilities. My species, we're very different. Our
thinking is confined but, I can't help but admire you. I don't want you
to be harmed.
EMH: Then I suppose we should swing into action.
Captain, we're about to be attacked. Alien vessels are approaching.
PARIS: There's nothing on the sensors, Doc.
EMH: The vessels are cloaked.
CHAKOTAY: How do you know this?
EMH: One of the aliens contacted me.
TUVOK: I've detected no transmissions.
EMH: He spoke to me in a daydream.
JANEWAY: I don't want to hear it. However, I would like to know why
you've disobeyed my direct order.
EMH: I can prove it to you. The alien told me how to reconfigure our
sensors to compensate for their cloaking field.
(The EMH hands a PADD to Kim. Janeway nods okay.)
KIM: He's right. I'm picking up three ships out there. Distance six
hundred million kilometres, headed right for us.
JANEWAY: On screen. Maximum magnification.
EMH: The alien won't help us unless we help him.
PARIS: What if this is all part of their attack? A ruse?
CHAKOTAY: He's already helped us compensate for their cloak. I'm
inclined to believe him.
JANEWAY: So am I, but I'd just as soon set a course away from here at
EMH: That will only delay a confrontation. They have vessels hidden
throughout the entire sector.
JANEWAY: Did your friend have a plan?
EMH: He said they're running what's called a type three stealth
assault. They won't decloak until they're right on top of us, at which
point they'll fire a warning shot across our bow. Then come the demands
for supplies and technology. If we don't comply, they'll destroy us.
Fortunately, the alien promised to transmit the resonance frequencies
of their phasers.
TUVOK: And in return?
EMH: In return. He mistakenly informed his superiors that I was in
command of Voyager. To keep himself from being demoted, he wants us to
maintain that fiction. When they open the channel, I have to be sitting
in the Captain's chair. I'm sorry, Captain, but he insisted.
JANEWAY: Well, I guess it's time to turn fantasy into reality.
in over my head. What if I fail?
KIM: You sound like I did when the Captain put me in command of the
night shift. That chair looked so big I thought I'd sink so far into it
that nobody would be able to see me.
EMH: But you had your Academy training to fall back on.
KIM: Yeah, well, sounds like you've had plenty of practice.
EMH: That wasn't real.
KIM: Listen, Doc. The whole reason you wanted to be able to daydream
was to test out possibilities, right? Consider this a field test.
Why isn't there any hull damage from the Borg attack?
PHLOX: They repaired it.
OVERLOOKER: So quickly? Hmm. Prepare for type four assault.
PHLOX: Type four? That would cause a huge drain on our energy core. A
waste of resources. Do you really think that's necessary?
OVERLOOKER: What I think doesn't matter. Your long range surveillance
indicated an attack by Borg. On closer inspection, that appears to be
doubtful. Your report on this vessel could be mistaken. I think caution
is in order. The Hierarchy agrees. Proceed to type four.
newly configured Emergency Command Hologram enters from the turbolift
PARIS: Captain on the bridge.
CHAKOTAY: It won't bite.
PARIS: What I wouldn't give right now for a whoopee cushion.
KIM: A what?
PARIS: Ancient technology.
(The EMH sits in the Captain's chair. Her screen beeps and he leaps to
his feet, before sitting down slowly again.)
CHAKOTAY: Captain, we're ready to proceed.
SEVEN: The internal comm. link is active. No one will be able to hear
you but the Doctor.
JANEWAY: Doctor, are
[OC]: You ready?
EMH: No, but do I have a choice?
JANEWAY [OC]: I'll be with you every step of the way. Just remember,
I'm still the captain.
TUVOK: I'm receiving a transmission on a secure channel. Audio only.
CHAKOTAY: Must be the Doctor's friend. Let's hear what he has to say.
EMH: Hello? Voyager here. It's me.
PHLOX [OC]: Doctor, something terrible has happened. They've ordered a
[OC]: Four assault. Our phaser frequencies will be rotated
[OC]: Continuously. I won't be able to help you.
CHAKOTAY: Evasive manoeuvres.
TUVOK: Three vessels are decloaking off the port bow.
PARIS: That didn't feel like a warning shot.
TUVOK: Direct hit. Shields are holding.
KIM: They're hailing us.
CHAKOTAY: This is it, Doctor. On screen.
See? There he is. Be careful, he, he's dangerous.
[on viewscreen]: The Hierarchy controls this region of space.
[OC]: Your ship has supplies and technology that we require.
JANEWAY: Tell him we'll defend ourselves.
[OC]: They won't get what they're after.
EMH: We'll defend ourselves. They won't get what they're after.
OVERLOOKER [on viewscreen]: Huh?
EMH: I mean you won't get what you're after. Not in a million years.
Not if I have anything to say about it.
JANEWAY [OC]: Don't improvise, Doctor.
OVERLOOKER [on viewscreen]: An exchange of fire would damage both of
our ships, But we have support nearby. You are alone. Take your weapons
offline and prepare to be boa
TUVOK: Excuse the interruption, Commander. I have found a potential
weakness in their shields, but I'll need time to reconfigure our
CHAKOTAY: Keep him occupied, Doctor. On screen.
OVERLOOKER [on viewscreen]: This is my final warning.
EMH: Don't rush me.
OVERLOOKER [on viewscreen]: Take your weapons offline immediately. I
won't ask again.
EMH: You appear to be suffering from a physio-emotive disorder. You're
impatient, quick to anger. Do you have any idea what that does to your
vascular pressure? You may want to see a physician.
TUVOK: Firing phasers.
KIM: Direct hit.
EMH: Ha! How do you like that, huh? A taste of your own medicine.
JANEWAY [OC]: Tone it down, Doctor.
TUVOK: Our phasers are offline.
OVERLOOKER [on viewscreen]: Prepare to be boarded.
JANEWAY [OC]: It's time to negotiate, Doctor. Tell
(The EMH stands in an heroic pose.)
EMH: Activate the photonic cannon. Tuvok, that was an order!
TUVOK: Activating the photonic cannon, sir.
EMH: I'd rather not give the order to fire.
OVERLOOKER [on viewscreen]: My sensors are showing no activation
EMH: Of course not. The photonic cannon is impervious to sensors.
PHLOX [on viewscreen]: The Borg couldn't detect it either. That's why
they were destroyed.
EMH: The Borg
viewscreen]: The Hierarchy, it's all the same to me. Just another bully
who didn't know when to back off.
[on viewscreen]: We'll be vaporised!
Overlooker reports to the Heirarchy.)
OVERLOOKER: The Hierarchy suggests retreat.
(Phlox heaves a great sigh of relief.)
They're moving away at maximum impulse.
CHAKOTAY: Go ahead, Doctor. You've earned it.
(The EMH sits in the Captain's chair and smiles to himself.)
[OC]: Seven of Nine to the Doctor.
EMH: Go ahead.
SEVEN [OC]: I require your assistance in the mess hall.
EMH: I'll be right there.
(The senior officers are in dress uniform.)
KIM: Don't worry Doc, you're not dreaming.
JANEWAY: For your imaginative defence of this ship and her crew, I'm
awarding you the Starfleet Medal of Commendation. Congratulations.
EMH: Thank you.
JANEWAY: I've also reconsidered your request. I'm going to authorise a
research project to explore your command abilities. You're a natural.
SEVEN: Congratulations, Doctor. (kisses him on cheek) That was a
Platonic gesture. Don't expect me to pose for you.