The Vulcan brain: a puzzle wrapped inside an enigma housed inside a cranium.
S1 E15Unfinished Business
When it rains, do you run from doorway to doorway, trying to stay dry, getting wet all the while? Or do you just accept the fact that it's raining and walk with dignity?
I carry an umbrella.
[Kelly's final log entry and last words]
Ares IV, mission record, October 25th. This has been a nice place to visit, but I'm ready to come home. I prepped the ion drive, channeled all the power from the thruster reserves into the main tank. I have enough fuel for one last engine burn. Wish me luck. Ignition sequence. Five, four, three, two... I'm losing pitch control! Gyros aren't responding. Power failure. I've gotta abort. I'm not gonna to make it. All systems go. Watch me, Dad. I'm flying. Poooooogh! Bad landing. Call a MedEvac team. John Kelly's first flight, not exactly A-OK. Remember that, Dad? Jumped off the roof with a parachute made out of blankets. I guess I didn't calculate the aerodynamics. Of course, I was only six. I guess this is John Kelly's last flight. This time, I can't blame it on pilot error. This time, no regrets. What I've seen proves we were right to come out here. We're not alone, I know that now. The module's losing power. I'm taking life support off-line. Re-routing whatever's left to the imager. Keep it running as long as possible. Mission Control... Dad... Whoever finds this... Do me a favor. Take all the data I've collected. Put it to good use. I hope you don't look at this as a failure. I don't. Actually, I do have one regret. I never found out who won the World Series. I'm tired. And I can't...
[the Voyager crew pays their respects to Lt. Kelly]
Space. Literally it means "nothing," a vacuum between stars and planets, but by the same token it means "everything." It's what connects all our worlds—Vulcan, Qo'noS, Talax, Earth. Centuries ago, mankind sent its first wave of explorers into that void, astronauts like Mr. Kelly. They paved the way for the first colonies, the first starships for those of us who've made space our home. We commend the spirit and the bravery of Lieutenant John Mark Kelly as we commit his body to space. He will not be forgotten.
[Seven steps up to make one last comment]
I did not know this individual. Had I encountered him while I was a Borg I would have found his technology unworthy of assimilation, but we are more alike than one might think. In a sense, his desire to explore was not unlike a quest for perfection. His contribution helped secure Humanity's future, and in some ways my own. [she leans over Kelly's coffin and whispers] The Yankees. In six games.
[Admiral Paris inspects the MIDAS Array in the wake of Lt Barclay's rebellion]
[to Commander Harkins] You've put me in a difficult position, son. I was hoping that we'd be able to-
We're receiving a transmission.
From where?
Coordinates 343.6 by 27.
The wormhole.
[cuts in audio] Starfleet Command. Come in.
[soft voice] Voyager.
Reg, give me a hand clearing up the signal. [Paris gestures Barclay to do it]
Lower the filter band by 0.3 kilohertz.
This is Capt. Kathryn Janeway, do you read me?
[to Barclay] I think she's talking to you.
Captain, this is Lt. Reginald Barclay at Starfleet Command.
It's good to hear your voice, Lieutenant. We've been waiting a long time for this moment.
The feeling is mutual. Unfortunately, the micro-wormhole is collapsing. We have only a few moments.
Understood. [signals Tuvok] We're transmitting our ship's logs, crew reports, and navigational records to you now.
Acknowledged. And we're sending you data on some new hypersubspace technology. We're hoping eventually to use it to keep in regular contact, and we're including some recommended modifications for your comm system.
We'll implement them as soon as possible.
There's someone else here who would also like to say something.
This is Admiral Paris.
Hello, sir.
How are your people holding up?
Very well. They're an exemplary crew. Your son included.
Tell him... Tell him I miss him. And I'm proud of him.
He heard you, Admiral.
The wormhole is collapsing..
I want you all to know we're doing everything we can to bring you home.
We appreciate it, sir. Keep a docking bay open for us. We hope to see you - [signal is cut]
That's it. They're gone.
You did it, Reg. I'm sorry I doubted you.
[Barclay looks crestfallen.]
Why the long face, Mr. Barclay?
Because... because it's over, sir.
No, Lieutenant. I'd say that "Project: Voyager" is just beginning. Thanks to you.
I've become romantically involved with a hologram. If that's possible.
Tell me what happened.
Oh you know the story. Girl meets boy. Girl modifies boy's subroutines.
Why do I get the feeling you're not just interested in tachyon fields?
This could be the greatest anthropological find of my career. If there's an intelligent species down there, we'll be able to track their development. Not just for days or weeks, but for centuries.
Watch them discover new and better ways of beating each other over the head.
They won't necessarily follow the Klingon model.
As opposed to the human model?
From the moment our ship arrived in the sky, they've been trying to make contact. Our presence has encouraged invention. Religion, science, art, even children's toys. They're all variations on a single theme: Voyager.
How does this sound: "The Weird Planet Where Time Moved Very Fast and So Did The People Who Lived There." By Naomi Wildman. That's what I'm calling my report for Astronomy class. Neelix said I should choose a planet to write about. So I picked this one.
Your title is verbose. I suggest you try to condense it.
... "The Weird Planet."
Better, but it lacks precision. "The Weird Planet Displaced in Time."
Perfect.
This isn't sabotage, Seven. This is fanmail.
I feel I've accomplished all I can here. Oh, there's the occasional medical mystery that challenges my programming, but mostly, it's become routine. And frankly, I feel my talents are often taken for granted. But when I'm standing on that stage performing, and I see those rapt faces in the audience... I feel I finally know what it's like to be made of flesh and blood...it makes me feel appreciated... even loved - not for what I've been programmed to do; but for who I've become.
The Borg wouldn't know fun if they assimilated an amusement park.
I have spent the last three years struggling to regain my humanity. I'm afraid I may have lost it again in that arena.
You are experiencing difficult emotions.
Guilt, shame, remorse.
Then you haven't lost your humanity. You have reaffirmed it.
They are not exactly drones. Mature Borg are predictable. They ignore you or assimilate you, but these juveniles, they are unstable.
They are contemptuous of authority, convinced that they are superior. Typical adolescent behaviour - for any species.
[ordering the reluctant children to play on schedule] "Fun" will now commence.
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