PICARD: Captain's log, stardate 43957.2.
We are charting an unexplored star system
within the Zeta Gelis Cluster.
This routine assignment has made
for a refreshingly quiet time aboard the Enterprise.
That's her.
- WORF: Which one? - LA FORGE: The one on the right.
Don't stare.
- Why not? - Because she'll see.
Good.
You must let her see the fire in your eyes.
[SIGHS]
But what would I say?
Words come later.
It is the scent that first speaks of love.
Thanks, Worf. That helps a lot.
Hi, Geordi.
[LA FORGE CLEARS THROAT]
Hi.
So how have you been?
Good. Uh...
[SIGHS]
How are things down in Engineering?
Fine, they—
[GRUMBLES]
They've been fine.
Well, I'll see you around.
[SIGHS]
I have much to teach you about women.
RIKER [OVER COM]: Mr. La Forge, report to Transporter Room 3.
[DOOR OPENS]
What's this all about, commander?
Sensors have discovered a small one-man spaceship
crashed on the planet.
We picked up life signs, humanoid, very faint and fading.
Radiation levels within acceptable limits.
We can beam him out from under there, get him right up to Sickbay.
He's not stable enough for transport.
There's damage to his brain stem. Autonomic functions are failing.
His heart needs active neural feedback,
it can't regulate itself.
I need a volunteer.
Right here.
I'm going to hook up your nervous systems to the tricorder.
Your brain will regulate both systems.
That should stabilize him long enough to get him up to the ship.
[DEVICE DRONING]
Take deep, regular breaths.
If anything goes wrong, I'll break the connection.
Okay.
- Ah. - Geordi.
[SIGHS]
I'm fine, no problem.
Transporter Room, three to beam directly to Sickbay.
PICARD: Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.
Its continuing mission: to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no one has gone before.
Autonomic responses are still low. Begin cardio stimulation.
Sixty cc's of inaprovaline.
Massive infection is setting in.
Use the protodynoplazer to stabilize his immune system.
We need to design a virus that can infiltrate his cell structure
and boost his ATP production.
What about Commander La Forge? He's waiting in the diagnostic center.
I need you to give him a full bioscan.
See if there's any residual effect from that energy discharge
during the neuro-link.
Keep his arm in cryogenic stasis
until the vital signs are strong enough for surgical procedures.
From the size and shape of the wreckage,
it appeared to be some kind of an escape pod.
Their control system was badly damaged,
which is probably what caused the crash.
An escape pod? Then it couldn't have traveled very far.
Mr. Data, are there any other signs of ships in the area?
I am picking up a scattering of debris in extended orbit around the planet.
It reads as refined metals and other synthetic compounds.
The remains of a larger vessel.
He must have left in the pod before the ship was destroyed.
Sensors show trace elements in the debris
that would indicate phaser fire was recently exchanged.
Were you able to salvage anything else from the escape pod?
This is all that was left from their computer system.
Mr. Data, can you access it?
It will take time, sir.
Downloading this into our system
will require fabrication of a matrix translator
to emulate the alien's computer system.
Keep me apprised of your progress.
DATA: Aye, sir.
Limb refusion appears to be successful, doctor.
- Tissue oxygenation is within norms. - Hmm.
That's all we can do for now.
We won't be able to test neuromuscular function
for a few days.
Ah, Geordi.
Can I go now, doc?
No need to keep you here. Your bioscan came out negative.
I could have told you that. I feel great.
How's your patient?
[SIGHS]
I never thought he'd make it this far.
There was major trauma to his head and chest cavity,
massive plasma loss and severe damage
to most of his organs.
- What are his chances? - CRUSHER: I believe he's gonna live.
I'm afraid I can't take the credit for it though.
His body seems to have amazing recuperative powers.
The damaged tissue seems to be repairing itself
at a phenomenal rate.
There's one thing that troubles me though.
What's that?
Take a look at this.
Cell regeneration?
Yes.
The thing is, it has nothing to do with the injuries.
These are undamaged cells that seem to be mutating.
Do you have a theory as to the cause?
No. I've never seen anything like it in my life.
There is a possibility that it's part of his natural healing process.
I hope it is, because there's nothing I can do to stop it.
I'm telling you, Data, there's got to be some way
to decode the information in this thing.
I agree, Geordi.
But the data matrix within the capsule
does not correspond to any standard format.
All we have been able to determine is that the device contains
a chemically-based system for molecular energy encoding.
Yeah, and the computer still can't analyze
the specific chemical elements involved.
It's gotta be part of the data processing system.
What if it's a feedback loop controller?
The compact shape does suggest a rapid chemical processing
and storage capacity.
We found it near the escape pod's instrumentation assemblage.
This capsule might process the ship's dynamic motions
and augment its manual control inputs.
You know, we could send it a few test signals.
Make it think the entire assemblage was awake and operating.
An intriguing experiment.
The capsule might provide us with information
without the need to decode the storage medium itself.
Perhaps we should examine your theory immediately.
Less talk, more synthehol.
We came here to relax.
I am relaxed. In fact, I've never felt better.
But you know, Worf, you're right.
The storage capsule can wait a while.
Christy, you're not leaving, are you?
I was just on my way down to the arboretum.
Hmm. Would you care for some company?
I'd love some, but I didn't think you were interested
in that kind of thing.
Hmm, there are a lot of things that you don't know about me.
[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]
I've been tutoring him.
He learns very quickly.
CRUSHER: Medical log, stardate 43958.8.
I have removed patient John Doe from the emergency bio-support unit.
In just 36 hours, most of his major organ systems
have regenerated themselves to the point
where they can now function on their own.
[GASPS]
[CRUSHER SIGHS]
[SIGHS]
I am alive?
You certainly are.
Thank you for my life.
Tell me,
who am I?
PICARD: Captain's log, stardate 43960.6.
Our mission to map the Zeta Gelis star cluster
is proceeding on schedule.
Meanwhile, Dr. Crusher reports that the recovery of the patient
she has named John Doe continues at a remarkable pace.
Are you experiencing any discomfort?
None.
I can feel the life returning to my body.
Your neurofibrowaves are functioning almost normally again.
That puts you about six weeks ahead of my original schedule.
That should give you and your colleagues
something to talk about.
You are all we've talked about since your arrival.
I believe I'm ready for the next phase of my treatment.
You are right.
It is about time you stopped taking up valuable bed space.
Now, these motor assist bands will provide you
with electrical stimulation for your arms and legs.
They will help you to re-learn how to control your muscles again.
But remember, you've been off your feet for almost a month,
so don't be disappointed if at first your mobility is restricted.
Your limbs are still weak.
I appreciate your concern, doctor, but I think I may surprise you again.
[GRUNTS]
I feel strong enough to fly.
Perhaps I should concentrate on walking first.
Let's try it again, a little more slowly this time.
Much more slowly.
I envy your reflexes, captain.
I envy your strength of will.
Dr. Crusher's been keeping me informed of your progress.
It's really quite extraordinary.
I have an extraordinary doctor.
She gave me back my life.
I hope that I am worthy of her efforts.
Are you still unable to recall anything about your past?
JOHN: Unfortunately, captain,
my memories begin the moment I woke up in Sickbay.
Dr. Crusher told me you think I was in some kind of battle.
PICARD: We're quite sure of that.
Have you any idea how you came to be in that escape pod,
or what happened to the ship?
No.
Believe me, captain, it's a horrible feeling
not knowing who you are, where you're from.
Have you tried synaptic induction?
His neural nets don't conform to any known patterns.
Conventional neurotherapy has proven ineffective.
Hopefully in time, his memory pathways
will re-establish themselves naturally.
[GROANS]
- That same pain? - Yes.
I think I've made enough progress for one day.
Not a relapse, I hope.
This has nothing to do with his previous wounds.
I think this has something to do
with the continuing mutation of his cell structure.
And you still have no theory as to what's causing it?
It doesn't make any sense.
I seem to be a mystery, doctor.
To you and to myself.
[LA FORGE CLEARS THROAT]
Well, this is where I get off.
- See you tonight in Ten-Forward? - Yeah, I'll be there.
Hello, commander.
Miss Henshaw.
Bridge.
Deck 6.
So you and Miss Henshaw have been seeing a lot of each other.
- Every night this week. - Is that all?
I thought you'd been walking around with that smile a lot longer than that.
Heh, well, I guess I have.
This whole last month or so, everything seems to be going my way.
I don't know what it is, but something sure has changed around here.
- The only thing that's changed is you. - Me? Ah.
I'm the same old guy I always was.
If you say so.
I don't remember the old Geordi having that much success
with Miss Christy Henshaw.
[CHUCKLES]
Well,
maybe I am a little bit more confident than I used to be.
CRUSHER: What happened to you?
I was kayaking on the Holodeck again.
And you dislocated your shoulder.
Sit down, I'll get the osteotractor frame.
Hi, Mom. We still on for dinner tonight?
- Seven-thirty sharp. I'll be right back. - Aah.
- Kayaking again? - Yeah.
How's my mom's favorite patient?
Judge for yourself.
WESLEY: Not bad.
Your mom promised me a tour of the ship tomorrow.
You may find this hard to believe,
but Sickbay can be an incredibly boring place to be.
O'BRIEN: Hey, doc.
I'm dying out here.
Don't worry, my friend. You'll be all right.
The pain's gone.
It's completely healed.
I don't understand.
- What did you do? - I don't know.
It was instinct, I just touched him.
CRUSHER: I've run every test and scan on him that I can think of.
And yet there's no physiological evidence
to indicate that he would possess such powers.
But then, there's so much about John that's a mystery.
You know, I really like him.
He does have a certain charm, doesn't he? Heh.
The entire medical staff has commented on it.
You seem a little taken with him yourself.
He has a strength and serenity that I find very attractive.
And yet he's vulnerable.
I guess I find him intriguing.
It seems like there's a little more to it than that.
Is this your way of asking me
if I'm getting romantically involved with him?
You said it, I didn't.
My feelings towards him aren't romantic... exactly.
I mean, I know that the doctor/patient relationship
can sometimes create a false sense of intimacy,
but this is different.
There's an almost spiritual connection.
[SIGHS]
I guess I'm not making any sense, am I?
I think I understand.
Data, I was thinking about the storage capsule last night,
and I was wondering,
what if we've been going about this thing the wrong way?
We've been trying to analyze its mechanical properties.
What if it's a biochemical storage medium?
Are you suggesting that it employs memory RNA
like an organic cell?
Well, it does contain quantities of nucleic acids.
Perhaps the information sequences are encoded
in the molecular patterns themselves.
Computer, scan the storage capsule.
Analyze molecular sequences on nucleic acid chains.
Well, what do you know? A navigational chart.
It appears that your hypothesis was correct, Geordi.
I knew it. Captain!
You found something?
We've determined that the storage capsule
from John Doe's escape pod contains navigational information.
Can you match these stars to our charts?
Computer, run transformational matrix calculations.
Match navigational referents to known stars in this sector.
COMPUTER: Information on this sector is incomplete.
No correlation.
I'm not giving up yet.
Not after coming so close to cracking this thing.
You know,
that might be flight path information from John's ship
but without a frame of reference, I can't determine its origin points.
Computer, assume those paths are course corrections
and derive gravitational values for stellar objects
near those flight paths.
Most of these are ordinary G-type stars.
This would appear to be a neutron star, possibly a pulsar.
LA FORGE: Which means that this might be a rotational time reference.
Computer, assume these symbols are pulsars.
Translate associated values into standard temporal notations.
Computer, is there a pulsar with a rotational period
of 1.5244 seconds within sensor range?
COMPUTER: Affirmative.
Bingo. Now, computer, overlay navigational chart
using referenced pulsars and project a flight path back to its origin.
COMPUTER: Flight path originated at bearing 003, mark 015.
Distance, 2.3 parsecs.
That's it, captain. That's where John Doe came from.
That bearing is almost directly along our planned course, sir.
Good.
Then we can continue our mission without significant interruption.
- Home? - PICARD: Yes.
Using the information we found in your escape pod,
we may be able to return you to your people.
I cannot go back.
Why is that?
You must not take me home, captain.
John, your memory, has it returned?
All I know is that we came out here to escape.
- Escape? - There were others with you?
Yes, I was not alone.
But... But what happened to the others,
or what we were escaping from, I cannot remember.
But I do know you must not take me back. Not yet.
We'll not arrive in your star system for at least three weeks.
That will give us plenty of time to discuss this further.
Hopefully, by then, you will have regained more of your memory.
You're right, of course. Captain, I apologize for my outburst.
It's...
It's understandable.
[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]
[GRUNTS]
[CHATTERING]
This ship is astounding.
It seems to stretch on without end.
We can see the rest of it some other time.
This is your first day out of Sickbay
and I don't want you to overexert yourself.
This looks like an ideal place to rest.
My thoughts exactly.
- Truly remarkable. - What is?
These people.
They're all so different from one another
and yet they work together freely.
That surprises you?
It is new to me.
My people are different somehow.
If only I could remember.
Yesterday, for one terrifying moment,
there was clarity.
You mean the energy pulse?
Yes. For that moment, my purpose seemed clear.
And then it was gone.
The pain, the energy pulse,
must be linked to the cell mutation in the body.
I wish I could help you find the truth.
Beverly, you've done so much for me.
I only wish there was some way I could repay you.
But you have.
The friendship we've developed has made me very happy.
The rapport that exists between us also means a great deal to me.
But I am on some kind of a journey.
Whatever brought me here,
whatever is happening to my body,
is all part of that journey.
And I must complete it
before any other consideration.
Sir, I am reading a vessel on long-range scanners.
It is coming from Sector 9569.
What configuration?
Impossible to identify at this distance.
However, it is on an intercept course.
Captain, the ship is traveling at warp 9.72.
Warp 9.72?
Time till intercept?
At present course and speed, 10 hours, 53 minutes.
Try and hail them, Mr. Worf.
No response, captain.
Keep monitoring their approach.
- Repeat the hail every half an hour. - WORF: Aye, sir.
Whoever they are, they're in a big hurry to get here.
[GRUNTS] [COMPUTER BEEPING]
Dr. Crusher, medical emergency, Room 4.
[JOHN BREATHING HEAVILY]
I can't make it stop.
John, tell me, is it worse than before?
- Much worse. - Should I get something for the pain?
No, the readings are fluctuating too wildly.
Besides, it wouldn't do any good.
His entire cell structure is transforming.
I have to leave, Beverly.
John, where do you have to go?
I must get off this ship.
That's impossible. Not in your condition.
I must!
Security...
Okay, let's realign the magnetic inducer
on the starboard nacelle.
[GRUNTS]
John.
Leave the control booth immediately.
[ALARM WAILING]
John, listen to me.
You must come down. I'll try to help you.
Step away from the controls.
Get back. Please, stay away.
I have no wish to harm you,
but you must return to Sickbay immediately.
JOHN: No.
Do not come any closer.
I cannot control what is happening to me.
[WORF GRUNTS]
[YELLS]
His neck is broken. No life signs.
Sickbay, form a resuscitation team. I have a code 7 in Shuttlebay 2.
Transporter Room, stand by.
- SECURITY OFFICER: Hold it. - No, don't.
[WORF INHALES]
- Hold still. - LA FORGE: Doc?
I can't believe it.
There's no trace of injury.
You admit you were trying to steal a shuttlecraft.
- JOHN: Yes. - So I ask you again, why?
I don't know.
Unacceptable. You had a reason. I want to know what it was.
Damn it, you nearly killed a member of my crew.
- And healed him. - I'm not forgetting that.
That's the reason he's here and not in the brig.
I warned him.
I told him it was dangerous.
Why? Why was it dangerous?
What is happening to you?
I don't know.
The rate of metamorphosis is accelerating.
It's almost as if your body is generating an electrical field
that's warping the tissue.
Who are you?
What are you?
I'm afraid
for myself.
For all of you.
I have to get away.
Isolate myself.
Whatever is happening to me, it's dangerous.
As Lieutenant Worf discovered.
I don't wanna hurt anyone.
Captain, for the sake of your crew, let me go before this happens again.
John, I don't believe you're capable of harming any—
DATA [OVER COM]: Captain, the alien vessel is coming
within weapons range.
- Its shields are up. - I'm on my way.
I want him kept under constant surveillance.
John,
I really wanna thank you.
For what?
I don't know how or even why,
but down on the planet, you gave me something.
A new confidence.
I doubt I can take credit for that.
Perhaps I only helped you find something you already had.
[CHUCKLES]
DATA: Captain, on-screen.
Alien vessel approaching at half impulse, sir.
Heading: 051, mark 114.
Raise shields.
Slow to one-third impulse power.
Bring us to 103, mark 025.
Mr. Worf, hail the alien vessel.
They continue to ignore our hails, sir.
DATA: They are scanning us, sir.
They are answering our hail, captain.
On-screen.
JOHN: Sunad.
- You know him? - Yes.
I don't know how, but he's dangerous.
I am Commander Sunad of Zalkon.
You are trespassing into our space
and you are holding a Zalkonian citizen.
PICARD: I'm Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the United Federation of Planets.
- We do not intend transgression of— - You will return him to us immediately.
Sunad, this individual is a guest aboard our ship.
We found him dying in a shipwreck. We have returned him to health.
Then you aided a criminal.
He is one of four escaped prisoners.
We eliminated the other three.
We thought this one dead as well.
Return him so we may complete our task.
Of what is he accused?
He is a disruptive influence.
He spreads lies.
He encourages dissent.
He disturbs the natural order of our society.
- In what way? - That is not your concern.
I will give you two hours to comply.
RIKER: Tactical analysis.
The Zalkonian ship has a formidable armament.
Their weaponry is comparable to ours.
They're as fast as the Enterprise and probably just as maneuverable.
Counselor, do they mean to carry out their threat?
I believe so.
Sunad's hatred for John was evident.
But there's something else.
Zalkonians are afraid of John.
Commander Riker, counselor, doctor, John, I want you to join us.
Mr. Data, you have the Bridge. Mr. Worf, stay at Tactical.
Counter any move the Zalkonian makes.
WORF: Aye, sir.
I can neither confirm nor deny what the Zalkonians told you.
They make serious accusations against you.
Their accusations may be true, I don't know.
I don't believe that I am a criminal.
You understand the difficult position in which I'm placed?
Completely.
And I refuse to place your ship in danger.
If necessary, I will surrender to them.
But I'm convinced there is more at stake here
than my life.
Something important I must complete.
My survival is vital.
If I could explain it, I would.
I'll inform you of my decision shortly.
Captain, you can't seriously be considering—
PICARD: We must consider all options, doctor.
And not let our personal feelings impede our judgment.
You'll tell me it's irrelevant that we'll be sending him to his death?
Whether we approve of the Zalkonians' intentions
is not the issue.
But for what it's worth,
I believe that John is correct,
that his existence has broader ramifications
than that of a simple criminal.
TROI: Sunad thinks so.
He feels personally threatened by John.
Sunad called John a disruptive influence.
That's hardly a capital offense.
It's not up to us to judge their laws, doctor.
I know how I would feel if the situation were reversed,
if they were in our territory holding a Federation citizen.
The Zalkonians truly don't understand our indecision about returning John.
In their eyes, we shouldn't even be involved.
But we are involved.
I saved his life.
For what?
So that they could chase him down and take away that life again?
Picard, we will not tolerate more delays.
Commander, let me remind you, we are on a mission of exploration.
Our purpose is to establish peaceful relations
with the civilizations we encounter.
We do not want relations with you.
If that is your wish, we will respect it.
We simply want you to leave Zalkonian space
as soon as you return the criminal.
Commander, we will leave.
It is not our policy to intervene in the affairs of other cultures.
But before I return the survivor to you,
I would appreciate a more detailed explanation
of what he has done to merit a death sentence.
- As I said, it is not your concern. - PICARD: Agreed.
However, there are circumstances of which you may be unaware.
The survivor has suffered a memory loss.
He's therefore ill-equipped to defend himself
against your accusations.
There is no defense! Our judgment is final.
PICARD: There's something else.
Since his recovery, he's manifested unusual abilities.
What kind of abilities?
He apparently has the power to heal injuries with a simple touch.
- Lies. - And even to reverse death itself.
Obviously, he has corrupted you as well.
I see I'm wasting my time.
[GASPING]
[ALL GASPING AND CHOKING]
I can't breathe.
It's come back to me, Beverly.
I know who I am.
What I am.
Ready all weapons.
You will no longer harm these people, Sunad.
Fire upon that ship.
JOHN: Do not be afraid.
I won't hurt you.
Kill him, captain. He's evil.
You could learn from these people, Sunad.
They do not fear me.
They don't know how dangerous you are.
You and the others like you.
That is what you and the other leaders have maintained for generations
but it is not true.
Captain, my species is on the verge of a wondrous evolutionary change.
A transmutation beyond our physical being.
I am the first of my kind to approach this metamorphosis.
They tried to convince us it was a sickness we would never survive.
That the pain and energy pulses would kill us.
They claimed we were dangerous.
So they destroyed anyone
who exhibited the signs of the transfiguration.
We were protecting our society.
JOHN: By murdering us?
You saw the mutations as a threat to your authority.
You were terrified of something you couldn't understand.
Some suspected that what was happening to them
was not evil.
Four of us decided to flee Zalkon
and let the metamorphosis take its course.
You hunted us down, killed the others.
But I survived,
with the help of a kind
and generous people.
[GASPING]
JOHN: There is nothing to fear.
You can join me.
All Zalkonians can.
- Let me show you. - Don't touch me.
JOHN: As you wish.
But others will listen
now that you can no longer prevent me from telling them the truth.
Those who are willing will follow me.
Sunad is back aboard the Zalkonian vessel, captain.
JOHN: My people are about to embark on a new realm.
A new plane of existence, thanks to you.
It is our mission to seek out life in all forms.
We are privileged to have been present at the emergence of a new species.
JOHN: Beverly, you gave me life
and more.
I do not have the words for my gratitude
nor my sorrow at leaving you.