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It's extraordinary.
I must remind you
that it is also a potential security risk.
It's losing power.
I'd like to move it to Engineering
to see if I can repair it before it drains completely.
I suggest we allow the power to drain.
We should take the opportunity to examine it while it is idle.
Then we can decide whether it is wise to repair it.
Captain, this thing
has a completely unfamiliar power source.
Once it stops working,
it's very possible I'll never be able to get it going again
and we'll have lost an opportunity
to study a new technology.
This is a ship of exploration, Mr. Tuvok.
The power's surging.
If we can't find a way to stabilize it,
we're going to lose it.
What about an interface with an EPS power conduit?
Well, the energy signatures are incompatible, but...
it might buy us some time.
Okay, let's give it a try.
Two-second burst, five percent maximum output.
On my mark.
Now.
We're losing it.
Maybe we're overloading its systems.
Let's try a longer burst at lower power.
Got it.
Five seconds at three percent.
On your mark.
Now.
I think it's working.
EPS flow is holding steady.
EM field leakage is minimal.
We'll have to watch the pressure at the connector.
Let's try to keep it below 85 percent.
Flux capacitance is spiking intermittently,
but I don't think that's the problem.
Let's reinforce the power conduit coupling,
just to be on the safe side.
It's suffered a lot of damage...
but I think the EPS charge
will keep it running for at least 18 hours.
It's not a cyborg.
It's completely robotic.
No organic components of any kind.
This looks like some kind of programming center.
But I'm not detecting any pathways
for transmitting information.
It's got arms, legs.
We saw it move its head.
It's clearly designed to perform motor functions...
so where do those commands come from?
Maybe it needs to interface with an outside source.
Speaking of sources,
this energy module seems to be what powers
the entire mechanism.
It isn't designed to run on EPS energy.
It runs on some kind of superconducting plasma.
If we keep charging it, we may end up destroying it.
It's trying to communicate.
We don't know that.
It may just be some kind of recording.
Pralor... Pralor...
Pralor... Pralor... Pralor...
What are you trying to say?
What's Pralor?
If you can hear me, try to move...
try to move your arm.
B'Elanna, we don't even know if it can see you,
much less understand a word you're saying.
We've got to figure out a way to fix it.
We've been trying for hours.
We need a break.
The EPS charge should hold till morning.
You go ahead.
I could use some time alone to think.
If you're staying, I'm staying.
Get some rest, Harry.
You may think you're tougher
than everybody else, B'Elanna Torres,
but I can go without sleep just as long as you can.
Don't make me laugh, Starfleet.
And don't make me pull rank on you, either.
If you insist.
But let me know if you come up with anything...
Lieutenant.
Chief Engineer's Log, supplemental.
I've tried 13 different methods
of reinitializing the robot's power source
and I'm still having no luck.
So I've decided to go to the Mess Hall
to recharge my own declining energy reserves.
Neelix, I need another pot of coffee.
Even though breakfast isn't officially served
for another hour and a half,
I'd be happy to pour you a glass of Traggle nectar.
I will even fix you
my special Jibalian seven-spice omelette.
Just coffee.
I'm sorry, B'Elanna,
but two pots of Landras blend
is the absolute limit.
You're cutting me off?
Oh, I guess you're right.
It was starting to taste almost palatable.
Still no idea how to revive our mechanized guest?
All I've been able to do is postpone the inevitable.
The constant power depletion is like a bleeding artery...
and I haven't got a tourniquet.
I remember when I was trying
to perfect the recipe for my Jibalian omelette.
I tried everything...
a little more Spith basil, a little less prishic...
but I couldn't get it right.
Finally, I fell asleep from exhaustion.
Right there at the counter.
And then, in a dream, it came to me.
I was using six spices, but the omelette needed seven.
Let me guess.
Leola root.
Nimian sea salt, actually.
Salt?
Yes, salt...
the most common spice in the galaxy.
But I was too tired, so I couldn't see it.
That is...
a very interesting story, Neelix.
Now, how about some more coffee?
To bed.
I said to bed.
I'm going.
Anybody home?
What's that?
You think I should go to bed, too?
Well...
I guess I'm outnumbered.
Computer, activate emergency medical holographic program.
Please state the nature...
If there has been a change in the official dress code,
I certainly wish someone would've informed me.
This is what I sleep in.
I didn't have time to change.
I see.
May I assume your haste is an indication
that you have a medical problem of some kind?
An engineering problem, actually,
but I thought you might have some insight.
Hmm...
I shouldn't have to remind you I'm a doctor...
Not an engineer. Right.
But this isn't a typical engineering problem.
I've been working on trying to repair a robot.
Ah, yes. The mechanical man.
Kes told me about it.
Fascinating.
He's about to die.
Die?
Die. Stop functioning. Whatever.
Unless I can figure out a way
to sustain his main energy source.
What kind of energy source are we talking about?
It's some type of chromodynamic module
powered by a tripolymer plasma.
But the plasma is contaminated.
It's decaying.
Hmm. Like diseased blood.
Right. It can't retain enough energy
to keep the module running.
Have you considered a transfusion?
You mean replacing the plasma itself.
Well, that was one of my first ideas.
But where do I get my hands on a polymer plasma
composed of elements I didn't even know existed 24 hours ago?
Aren't Voyager's engines powered by warp plasma?
Well, it's a very different substance.
It's too highly charged.
It would burn out the robot's systems in seconds.
It would be like trying to give a Bolian
a blood transfusion from a Vulcan.
Which ordinarily would kill the unfortunate Bolian.
But there have been instances
when artificial blood was unavailable,
and existing blood cells were genetically altered
for interspecies transfusions.
It's a good idea, but warp plasma radiates
at too high a frequency to alter electrochemically.
Unless...
Go on.
I could modify a series of anodyne relays,
attach them directly to the robot's power module.
They could act as a sort of regulator
to make the warp plasma
compatible with the robot's energy matrix.
That's exactly what I was going to suggest.
That's the last of the relays.
The plasma injector is sealed.
This is your show, Lieutenant.
Whenever you're ready.
Activating the relays.
All right, Harry, start the infusion...
20 percent nominal flow.
Initiating plasma flow.
Energy levels are up 14 percent.
The relays are holding.
Harry, give it a little more juice.
Got it.
I'm taking it to 30 percent.
35 percent.
Wait.
The energy levels are rising too fast.
We're going to burn out its systems.
But it needs more plasma.
What about increasing the capacitance of the relays?
Let's give it a try.
It's stabilizing.
Hold the flow right there and see what happens.
The plasma's circulating.
The programming center is activated.
I think we may have done it.
Please identify yourself.
I'm Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres
of the Federation Starship Voyager.
I am Automated Unit 3947.
Thank you for reactivating me, Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres.
Chief Engineer's Log, supplemental.
The robot's power module is continuing to function normally
using plasma from our warp engines.
Repairing its systems
has taught me more about robotics
than I ever could've learned at Starfleet Academy.
I think we're past the critical stage.
I concur.
According to my self-diagnostic systems,
Automated Personnel Unit 3947 is currently functioning
at 68 percent of peak operating capabilities.
Automated Personnel Unit 3947
is an extremely well-designed machine.
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres
is an extremely proficient humanoid.
So how did you end up floating in space, so badly damaged?
I was operating an asteroid mining pod.
It exploded.
Do you know what caused the explosion?
I am unable to access that information.
My memory cells are not yet functioning
at optimal efficiency.
Do you remember where you come from?
I am stationed aboard a Pralor vessel.
Well, we'll do our best to find your ship
and return you to your people.
Thank you.
I'm hoping that the memory loss is only temporary.
Once the new plasma has a chance
to fully integrate into your systems,
I think you'll be pretty close to... optimal.
The new plasma?
Yes. I adapted your power module
to accept our warp plasma as an energy source.
You repaired my power module.
Are you a Builder?
A Builder?
Well, I guess you could say that.
I'm an engineer.
I'm responsible for repairing and maintaining
all the systems on the ship.
Only the Builders were capable
of constructing or repairing power modules.
The Builders are... the people who created you?
Yes.
And they're humanoids? Like me?
Yes. Like Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres.
You could create a new power module.
You don't need a new module.
The one I just fixed will work fine now.
The new power module
would not be for me.
It would be a prototype for the construction
of additional automated units.
Can't the Builders make additional units?
The Builders no longer exist.
Apparently, thousands of them were built as service modules.
But the race who created them... these Builders...
were killed off decades ago in a war.
Leaving the automated units to fend for themselves.
Now they're wearing out, breaking down.
They've learned to make repairs for themselves...
some pretty complex.
But the construction of a power module...
the device which sustains them...
is beyond their grasp.
It's... an incredible challenge, Captain.
But with enough time to study their systems,
I might be able to do it.
I don't doubt your abilities, B'Elanna...
but helping them reproduce
is a clear violation of the Prime Directive.
They've expressed a desire to procreate.
That's basic to any life-form.
I'm not saying they don't have
the same rights as any organic species.
That's not the issue here.
Are you sure?
Suppose they were organic,
but they had become sterile.
And we had a treatment that would enable them
to start reproducing again.
Would you withhold that treatment?
Maybe.
I'd have to know more about the circumstances.
But we're not talking about
treating a disorder here, are we?
What's the difference?
Unlike a species that's become sterile,
these robots never had the ability to reproduce.
What you're talking about is giving them new abilities,
which is the equivalent
of altering their genetic structure.
To correct a flaw.
You can't call it a flaw.
This is the way they were designed.
I'm trying to save them from extinction.
Unfortunately, extinction is often
the natural end of evolution.
So you're just willing to let their entire society die off.
We don't know that's going to happen.
If they're adaptable, as you say,
and capable of educating themselves,
they might very well learn
to build a power module themselves someday.
"Someday" could be too late.
There are only a few hundred of them left.
I feel for the robots' plight,
but what you're proposing is exactly the kind of tampering
the Prime Directive prohibits.
We know almost nothing about these creatures
or the race that built them.
What would be the consequences of increasing their population?
Both to their own civilization and others in this Quadrant?
Who are we to swoop in, play God,
and then continue on our way
without the slightest consideration
of the long-term effects of our actions?
Captain...
B'Elanna, I share your scientific curiosity
and I admire your compassion, but the answer is no.
I do not concur with your Captain's decision.
She's following our Prime Directive.
Define "Prime Directive."
It forbids us to interfere
in the natural development of other cultures.
The automated units were not created naturally.
We were built.
You can help us build more.
Captain Janeway doesn't think that's a good idea.
But Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres does.
Maybe...
I don't know...
I'd like to try...
but I can't.
Without your help, we will not survive.
I thought Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres was a Builder.
So did I.
We've located your ship.
We should be in communications range in about an hour.
Thank you.
The alien vessel is entering visual range, Captain.
Yellow Alert.
Slow to one-quarter impulse.
Put them on screen, Ensign Kim.
Aye, Captain.
Magnify.
We're being scanned, Captain.
That's all right. Let them take a look.
Open a channel.
Pralor Automated Personnel Unit 6263
requests you identify yourselves.
I'm Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager.
What are your intentions, Captain Kathryn Janeway?
We rescued one of your crew members...
Unit 3947... and we'd like to return him to your ship.
We'll prepare to receive the unit.
Thank you for your assistance.
Very polite, these automated units.
Captain Janeway gave me permission
to give you some extra warp plasma,
in case the plasma we infused into your system
starts to degrade.
Thank you.
And you'll have to remodulate the anodyne relays periodically.
You are repeating instructions
you have already given me, B'Elanna.
I'm just making sure.
Well, I guess this is good-bye.
Oh...
What are you doing?
Captain, I'm detecting a chromodynamic energy discharge
in Transporter Room 2.
Bridge to Transporter Room 2.
Janeway to Torres.
Captain, someone's initiating a transport.
It's Torres and the robot.
Override.
I can't block it.
Their patterns are already in the buffer.
They're gone, Captain.
Transport her back now, Mr. Kim.
I can't get a lock on her.
They have erected some sort
of subspace defense field around their vessel.
Our targeting scanners cannot penetrate it.
Hail them.
They're not responding.
Open a channel on wideband subspace.
Channel open.
This is Captain Janeway.
Your abduction of our crew member
is a clear act of aggression.
If you do not return her immediately,
we will be forced to retaliate.
Confirm that they've received the transmission, Mr. Kim.
They heard us, all right.
They're just not answering.
Mr. Tuvok, power the forward phaser banks.
What the hell is going on here?
This is where you will assist
in the creation of the prototype.
I told you I can't help you.
Now return me to my ship.
That is not possible.
Torres to Voyager.
Your communication device has been deactivated.
I do not wish to injure you, B'Elanna.
I helped you. I reactivated you.
Why are you doing this?
We require additional automated units
to prevent our extinction.
Captain Janeway won't let you get away with this.
It would be inadvisable
for your Captain to provoke us.
Still no response, Captain.
Mr. Tuvok, any luck penetrating their defense field?
Negative.
Commander, is there any sign
that they're preparing to attack?
Their shielding is making it difficult
to get clear readings.
I can't even tell you what their weapons capabilities are.
Mr. Tuvok, I don't want you to hit their ship,
but I do want you to open a hole in their shielding
wide enough to transport through.
Understood.
Mr. Kim, match the targeting scanners
to the coordinates of the phaser fire
and stand by to beam B'Elanna back.
Phasers calibrated.
Fire.
Their field strength is down to 80 percent.
That's progress. Fire again.
Initiating evasive pattern omega six.
They're firing some kind
of quantum resonance charges, Captain.
Our aft shields are down to 53 percent and dropping.
Rerouting power to aft shields.
Down to 24 percent.
Switching evasive pattern to theta one.
Lieutenant Tuvok, load torpedo bays 1 through 4
and stand by to fire on my order.
Your Captain has made a tactical error by attacking us.
Our weapon systems are substantially superior to yours.
Your shields are failing.
Your weapons pose no threat to us.
Aft shields have been penetrated.
We've got to get out of here.
Agreed.
We'll try to come back for B'Elanna later.
Do it, Mr. Paris. Warp 3.
Propulsion systems are off-line. We're dead in the water.
Hull breach on Deck 6.
Initiating emergency containment field.
Environmental control systems are failing.
Oxygen levels on Decks 3 through 7
have dropped to critical.
We've lost artificial gravity on Deck 8.
Injury reports from all decks.
You've got to stop this.
Your ship opened fire.
We are programmed to defend ourselves.
They're helpless. Can't you see that?
Our enemies must be destroyed.
We are not your enemies.
You are not my enemy, B'Elanna,
but your Captain is,
and your crew follows her commands.
Captain Janeway backed me when I wanted to reactivate you,
over the objections of her Chief Security Officer.
You wouldn't even be here if it weren't for her.
All right.
If that's what it'll take to stop this, I'll do it.
I'll build your damned prototype.
We're losing life support, Captain.
The robots have powered down their weapon systems.
They're hailing us, Captain.
On screen.
Captain, is everybody okay?
We'll be all right. What about you?
I've agreed to help them build their prototype.
Lieutenant...
I know how you feel about this, Captain.
I don't like it, either.
But if I don't do it, they'll destroy Voyager.
What choice do I have?
These are all the materials necessary
to construct a prototype unit.
You will be provided with whatever additional tools
and equipment you require.
You may access our database and schematic information
from this computer terminal,
but it will not allow you to interface
with any critical systems.
While you are on board,
you will have no contact with your ship,
nor will you leave this room.
I will remain here to supervise your work.
You may proceed.
Proceed. Right.
But the question is: Where do I proceed from?
Let me ask you this:
Have any of you ever tried to build a prototype?
We have tried and failed.
What was the problem?
I am unable to explain the failure.
We duplicated a power module to exact specifications
on several occasions, but in all instances,
the energy output of the new module
was insufficient to operate a unit.
And you're sure you reproduced the module exactly.
This is a schematic of
a power module from a terminated unit.
This one is from a failed prototype.
They are identical.
There is no reason why one should function
while the other does not.
Unit 3947, what can you report?
Well, let's see,
we've been working for about five minutes,
so I guess we don't have a lot of progress to report.
Our sensors indicate that the humanoid vessel
will require approximately 140 hours to repair.
It is necessary for you to complete work
on the prototype before that time.
Why? We don't seem to be any match for you.
Our tactical subprocessors indicate a 79 percent likelihood
that a rescue will be attempted
once sufficient repairs are completed.
At optimal efficiency,
your engines are more powerful than ours.
It is also possible that these humanoids
will not make decisions based on tactical probabilities.
Their cognitive process is... unpredictable.
We will remain on full tactical alert.
The humanoid may purposefully attempt
to delay completion of the prototype,
hoping she will be rescued.
I don't know if a promise means anything to you people,
but it does to us.
I gave you my word that I'd do my best and I will.
According to my observations,
the humanoid is operating at optimal efficiency.
Thank you.
But I have to tell you, there are no guarantees here.
Building a prototype from scratch
is a lot different
than repairing a broken power module.
I don't even know if it's possible.
If you fail, you and your people will die.
B'Elanna Torres, 6263 is a designated command unit.
He is merely following his programming.
I don't need to be threatened.
I told you I'd do my best.
I believe you, but Unit 6263 does not.
He does not know Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres as I do.
Let me see one of those terminated power modules.
We've managed to repair the hull breach,
but we have no power on Decks 3 through 7.
Aft shields are still completely nonfunctional.
And last but not least,
the dilithium matrix is destabilized,
so we can't get the warp engines running.
We're talking about at least another six days of repairs.
We're not sticking around that long.
I want a plan to get B'Elanna off that ship
before she has a chance to finish
building the prototype.
In that case, I suggest
we make warp drive our priority.
Any rescue attempt will no doubt necessitate
a rapid departure.
Agreed.
Mr. Kim, can you give me an estimate
on repairing the dilithium matrix?
How does 72 hours sound?
Like 24 hours too long.
Dismissed.
Hand me the submicron scanner.
Phase coil resonator.
Well, I think I know why your other prototypes failed,
but... I'm not sure I know what to do about it yet.
Explain.
The automated units are modular.
Your parts are identical, interchangeable, right?
- That is correct. - So...
if you lose an arm,
you can replace it with another one,
and over the years, you've learned to make new arms,
because they're all the same
and your programming is sophisticated enough
to allow you to reproduce what you see,
but each power module
has a slightly different energy signature,
so, even if you copy this guy's module exactly,
it wouldn't work in any other unit.
As far as I can tell, every automated unit
has a power module with a unique energy code.
Can you reprogram the energy codes
to make the modules interchangeable?
I don't think so.
You have failed.
I will inform 6263.
Hey, do all you automated units give up
the minute you hit a bump in the road?
You have an alternative idea?
What we've got to do is design a standardized module
with a uniform energy code that can power any unit.
According to my observations,
there is now sufficient reason for greater optimism.
You took the words right out of my mouth.
Due to the complexity of their defense field
and our severe power shortage,
it is unlikely that we can modify the transporters
to beam Lieutenant Torres out.
But if we can maneuver inside the field...
Our transporters could get the job done.
Is that a viable option?
For a shuttlecraft, it may be.
They were able to knock out
Voyager's shields in a matter of minutes.
A shuttle would be even more vulnerable.
It would be advisable
to create a diversion of some sort,
to take their attention away from the shuttle.
Attack them again?
I don't want to risk that a second time.
I don't need a diversion.
Just give me a chance.
I'll get her out of there.
You don't mind if the rest of us
give you a little help, do you, Paris?
I'd hate to lose another shuttle.
Your concern for my welfare is heartwarming.
In another 12 hours,
our warp engines will be back on line.
I'd like to come up with a diversion
before then, okay, gentlemen?
So far, so good.
I'm not getting any feedback from the motor circuits.
You going to be the obstetrician of this unit, 3947?
Please rephrase the question.
If this works,
will you be in charge of assembling the new units?
I am programmed as a ship's maintenance unit.
I have no knowledge of design
nor do any of the other automated personnel.
Sounds like you just volunteered for new duty.
I hope you're watching closely.
I am observing your work.
However, I do not possess
your improvisational capabilities.
Well, once we have the prototype,
all you'd have to do is copy it.
Tell me something, 39.
Can I call you 39?
I am Automated Unit 3947.
Fine. 3947, did you wake up on a bench like this one?
How long have you been alive?
I have been in service 1,314,807 hours
and 33 minutes.
I was activated by a Builder from the Pralor homeworld.
Tell me something more about these Builders.
Were they anything like us?
I have insufficient knowledge of your culture
to provide an adequate response.
Will you provide additional information?
Well, I asked about your culture.
Only fair you should ask about mine.
Does your culture include artificial life-forms?
As a matter of fact, it does.
Are they similar to the automated personnel units
aboard this ship?
Well, they come in different shapes and sizes.
Some have limbs, some don't.
Most don't have your cognitive abilities.
Are they your servants?
Well, I guess you could say
that the robots we use are servants,
in a manner of speaking.
But they aren't sentient like you.
In fact, we have only one sentient artificial life-form
in our society
and he is treated the same as any human.
The same. He is equal to a Builder.
That's right.
He works on a ship, just like you and I.
He wears the same uniform I do.
What is his designated number?
He has a name, like the rest of us.
Data.
Data. I would like to be acquainted with this Data.
Oh, it looks like this standardized power module
is working pretty well so far.
You will succeed, B'Elanna Torres.
Don't send me flowers yet.
I've still got to see whether it'll power an actual unit.
I believe it will.
We're making progress on the dilithium matrix.
It should be stable enough
to reinitialize the warp core in about six hours.
Good. What about our diversion?
Any suggestions?
When we were in the Maquis,
B'Elanna once linked a holo-emitter
to a deflector array
and projected an image of another ship into space.
I like it, but do we have enough power?
We will by the time the warp core's on line.
I already have Kim working on the holodeck to...
Tuvok to Captain Janeway.
Go ahead.
I'm picking up an unidentified alien ship
on long-range sensors.
It's heading for our coordinates.
We're on our way.
Well, it fits.
Cross your fingers.
So far, so good.
Let's hope it can interface with the unit.
It does not function correctly.
It does not function correctly yet.
Your Builders should've programmed you
with a little more patience.
I'm going to try adjusting the flux capacitance.
Prototype Unit 0001 is ready to accept programming.
We did it.
We actually did it.
You did it, B'Elanna Torres.
I knew this task would not exceed
your operating capabilities.
Prototype Unit 0001 is ready to accept programming.
What are you doing?
I'm congratulating you.
You're a father.
No sign of organic life aboard that ship, either.
They appear to be manned by automated units
virtually identical to those operating the first ship.
Is it possible that we've stumbled
into the middle of some kind of... robotic war?
We've got to get Torres back now.
Agreed, but first I want to show both those ships
this isn't our fight.
Ease us back on maneuvering thrusters, Mr. Paris.
Nice and steady.
The second ship is hailing us.
On screen.
Cravic Automated Commander 122
requests you identify yourself.
My name is Kathryn Janeway,
Captain of the Federation Starship Voyager.
Withdraw from this area immediately.
I'm afraid I can't do that.
One of my crew members is being held hostage
aboard the Pralor vessel.
I won't leave without her.
Remain at your present coordinates
and do not attempt to intervene, or you will be fired on.
Captain,
this new ship could be a...
The diversion we've been looking for.
Mr. Kim, what's the status of our warp engines?
We're still an hour away at best.
We may not have an hour.
Get down to Engineering.
Be ready to give me as much power as you can,
the minute we get Torres back.
Aye, Captain.
If those two ships keep each other busy,
we may not need warp to get away.
Mr. Paris, report to the shuttle bay.
Yes, ma'am.
Chakotay, you have the Conn.
Who are they?
Automated personnel units of the Cravic homeworld.
Robots from another world?
That is correct.
Why are they attacking you?
They were programmed to do so by their Builders.
Prototype Unit 0001 is ready to accept programming.
The Cravic Builders, the Pralor Builders...
were they enemies?
That is correct.
Look, maybe Captain Janeway
can contact the Cravic leaders
and convince them to stop the fighting.
That is not possible.
Why not?
The Cravic are also extinct.
I'm approaching the perimeter of the defense field.
Acknowledged.
Rotate your shield harmonics until they are synchronized
with the frequency of the field.
Shields synchronized.
I'm going in.
Then again, maybe not.
It didn't work.
He bounced right off the field.
Mr. Paris, reset your heading for coordinates 105 mark 40.
Uh, if I understand you, Tuvok,
that would take me into a direct line of fire
with the Cravic ship.
Precisely. The concentration
of fire is opening a rift in the Pralor defense field.
Which I just might be able to sneak through,
if I can dodge a disruptor blast or two.
Changing heading.
If both sides were annihilated, then why continue your war?
All automated personnel units
were programmed to achieve victory.
Prototype Unit 0001 is ready to accept programming.
The Cravic ship has penetrated our defense shield.
Has anyone, in all these years, ever tried to stop this war?
The Pralor and the Cravic called a truce.
Wait a minute.
If both sides called a truce,
then why didn't they stop you from fighting?
They attempted to do so.
And?
We terminated the Builders.
Paris to Voyager.
I'm approaching the entry point.
Acknowledged.
Showing a rift in the defense field
off your starboard bow.
I'm on it.
When it was anticipated that the war would end,
the Builders no longer required our services
and they attempted to terminate us.
In doing so, they became the enemy.
We are programmed to destroy the enemy.
It is necessary for our survival.
Now that you have constructed the prototype,
we will soon outnumber the Cravic units.
We will achieve victory.
This is 3947.
Fire units, report to Reconstruction Bay Number One.
The individual energy codes...
is that why the Builders added them...
to prevent the procreation of these units?
My God, what have I done?
Prototype Unit 0001 is ready to accept programming.
You have terminated the prototype.
Yes... I have.
You will build another.
Never.
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres,
I told 6263 you were not our enemy.
I never wanted to be your enemy.
I'm sorry.
Shuttle to Voyager.
I've got her, but she's injured.
Tell the Doctor to stand by.
Beam her out as soon as I clear the defense field.
Acknowledged, Mr. Paris.
The ships are continuing to exchange fire, Captain.
They are ignoring the shuttle.
Bridge to Engineering.
Stand by warp engines.
We'll engage the moment Mr. Paris gets back.
Aye, Captain.
One pot of Landras blend, compliments of the chef.
Mmm. I never thought Neelix's coffee
could taste so good.
I'll tell him you said so.
I don't know what to say.
As far as I'm concerned...
you did what you thought was necessary
to ensure the safety of this crew.
Thank you.
It must have been difficult.
Difficult?
To destroy what you created.
It was necessary.
I read your report.
It was no small achievement, B'Elanna.
You gave that unit life.
You should have seen it, Captain.
It was incredible.
I installed that module
and the prototype looked up at me
and asked me for programming.
As I said,
it must've been difficult.
It was necessary.
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