[Planet surface]
(Birds
fly into the air of a purple-skied planet as a small Borg Sphere
crashes into a swampy area. Its four survivors clamber from the wreckage.)
TWO OF NINE: Input failure.
FOUR OF NINE: Input failure.
THREE OF NINE: Input failure.
SEVEN OF NINE: Our link to the Collective has been severed. Initiate
secondary protocols. The vessel's transwarp chamber is approaching
critical pressure. We must evacuate this area.
ALL: Agreed.
TWO OF NINE: No directional coordinates available.
SEVEN OF NINE: That way. Bearing three zero one.
ALL: Agreed:
SEVEN OF NINE: Bring that drone.
Captain's
log: stardate 53049.2. We've docked at the Markonian outpost and agreed
to mutual visits, so I'm allowing shore leave to anyone who wants it.
Commander Tuvok has objected to taking on too many visitors, but
security issues aside, I'm looking forward to a cultural exchange, and
making some new friends.
[Ready
room]
(Voyager is docked at a space station or
drift. Chakotay carries a strange object with four hinged arms through
the bridge, trying not to hit anyone with their tennis racket style
ends as they flap around.) CHAKOTAY:
Captain? (There is a large plant on her desk, others by the window and many more bits and pieces scattered around the room.)
JANEWAY: I'll be right with you. The station manager didn't tell me the
vines were prehensile. I went to put some water in the pot and it
grabbed me.
CHAKOTAY: This is a gift from the Kinbori delegation. I don't know its
name, only that it's used in one of their sacred games and it's very
heavy.
JANEWAY: Put it down anywhere. Thank the Kinbori for me and give them a
token of our esteem. (She hands Chakotay a book.)
CHAKOTAY: I already gave them a Voyager medallion. They seemed
appreciative.
JANEWAY: Come in. Doesn't it look like Christmas morning in here,
Commander?
CHAKOTAY: You have to admit the generosity of our guests is very
impressive.
TUVOK: As is their proclivity for criminal behaviour. This morning's
security report.
JANEWAY: A broken ODN line, some missing personal items, a damaged
scanner relay. All in all, not that bad.
TUVOK: There is a second page to the report.
JANEWAY: Oh. Some of these incidents are a little more serious but, on
balance, I still think we did the right thing.
TUVOK: There is a third page.
CHAKOTAY: Come on, Tuvok. After all the xenophobic races we've run
into, don't you find it just a little refreshing to meet some people
who value openness and freedom?
JANEWAY: Well as far as I'm concerned, opening the ship has been a
fascinating experience and an unqualified success. I'm very pleased.
CHAKOTAY: Me too.
TUVOK: I am pleased that you are pleased. If you'll excuse me.
CHAKOTAY: Tuvok. Please accept this token of our esteem. (Tuvok declines with a Look and leaves.)
JANEWAY: Ooh, ow! It's got me by the hair!
[Astrometrics
lab]
NAOMI:
Now it's twelve forty five.
SEVEN: If you're hungry you may eat without me.
NAOMI: You said we'd have lunch together.
SEVEN: I haven't completed my analysis of the station's power
conversion matrix.
NAOMI: How long is it going to take?
SEVEN: Several hours.
NAOMI: Seven, you promised.
SEVEN: Very well.
[Corridor]
NAOMI: I
think it's even more crowded than this morning.
SEVEN: Yes.
NAOMI: Excuse us. Excuse us. Please, we're trying to get through to the
turbolift. Excuse us.
SEVEN: Stand aside!
NAOMI: Thank you.
[Mess
hall]
NEELIX:
I'm sorry, but there's no more Marsupial surprise. We only had two
kilos of pouches to begin with, and it's all gone. Now how about some
pizza, huh?
NAOMI: She's a Shivolian, right?
SEVEN: Correct.
NAOMI: Species five two one?
SEVEN: Your mother would not approve of you memorising Borg
designations. I don't approve either. We've discussed the impropriety
of you emulating the Borg.
NAOMI: Sorry.
SEVEN: I'm finished.
NAOMI: We just sat down.
SEVEN: I do not enjoy crowds.
NAOMI: But you were in the Collective. Wasn't that like a big crowd?
SEVEN: Which is why I do not enjoy them now.
NAOMI: Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise that. Let's go. (A man with a cross scar below one eye comes up to the table.)
TWO: Excuse me. Are you Seven of Nine?
SEVEN: Yes. (He opens a case. Seven stands and staggers back a couple of steps. She remembers the crash from the teaser.)
NAOMI: You okay?
SEVEN: These are Borg synaptic relays from my original Unimatrix.
NAOMI: These are yours?
SEVEN: Where did you acquire them?
TWO: A trader from Orendal Five. I was told you are a former
Borg drone and might be interested in acquiring these pieces.
SEVEN: I'll take them. Captain Janeway will provide you with whatever
monetary reimbursement you require.
TWO: Agreed.
SEVEN: I must examine these items more closely.
NAOMI: Okay. (Seven leaves with the case.) NAOMI: What's your name? (Two walks away.) NAOMI: That was rude.
TWO OF NINE [OC]: Stage two is complete. She has the relays.
[Engineering]
TWO [OC}: She's going to study them. (A woman with no obvious scars receives his message.)
THREE [OC]: Her regeneration alcove is in Cargo Bay Two.
[Corridor]
(A younger man joins the conversation.) FOUR [OC]: That's where she'll go. We should prepare for stage three.
[Engineering]
THREE [OC]: Agreed.
[Mess
hall]
TWO [OC]: There's consensus. Rendezvous at my coordinates and stand
by to penetrate their security.
[Planet
surface]
(Back in the past, items are being extracted from the dead drone.) FOUR OF
NINE: Error.
SEVEN OF NINE: Explain.
FOUR OF NINE: We shouldn't be desecrating the body of this drone. It is
against the will of Brothara.
THREE OF NINE: Who is Brothara?
TWO OF NINE: Brothara. Supernatural deity worshipped by species five
seven one.
FOUR OF NINE: I am a member of species five seven one.
SEVEN OF NINE: You're being confused by irrelevant data. Ignore it.
THREE OF NINE: You said I am a member of species five seven one. Do you
consider yourself an individual?
SEVEN OF NINE: There are no individuals here. We are Borg.
ALL: Agreed.
SEVEN OF NINE: Resume constructing the communications beacon. (But Four and Two are bothered by this turn of events.)
[Cargo
Bay two]
(Fashion note - this season, Torres has curled her hair.) TORRES:
It looks like a standard Borg synaptic relay.
SEVEN: There must be something more. When I first came into contact
with it, I was overwhelmed with images, memories, sounds.
TORRES: Sounds like a perfectly natural reaction to me. That was part
your old unimatrix, right? Well, isn't it at least possible that what
you experienced was simply nostalgia? You know, sentimental feelings
about the past.
SEVEN: I know what nostalgia is, but I have no feelings about the past.
TORRES: Okay. I think I've done all I can here.
SEVEN: Lieutenant. You were trying to help. I appreciate that.
TORRES: Anytime. Oh, and, er, you may not be nostalgic about the past,
but I'd say you definitely have feelings about it. Strong ones.
[Mess
hall]
(All three ex-Borg are seated at a table.) TWO [OC]: Their security protocols are formidable. We may not have
enough time.
FOUR [OC]: I'm worried about Seven of Nine. We should
re-examine the question of simply asking
THREE [OC]: You know what her reactions will be. She won't help
us because she
TWO [OC]: We've been through all that.
FOUR [OC] She could be permanently injured. I don't want to
harm her.
TWO: Enough!
THREE: I need consensus.
TWO: We can't act without it.
FOUR: I know.
TWO: So then it's up to you. Do we proceed or not?
FOUR: Yes. We, I apologise for my indecision.
THREE: Apologies are irrelevant.
[Cargo
Bay two]
SEVEN:
Computer, begin multi-polar analysis.
COMPUTER: Analysis underway.
SEVEN: Time to completion?
COMPUTER: Five hours, seventeen minutes.
[Mess
hall]
TWO: She's regenerating.
THREE: Begin rerouting their internal sensors.
FOUR [OC]: Rerouting sensor input to secondary processors. (On the bridge, Tuvok detects something going on.)
[Turbolift]
(Two, Three and Four are left alone.) THREE: Hold. (Two opens the roof hatch.)
[Bridge]
CHAKOTAY:
What have you got?
TUVOK: There's a power fluctuation in the security grid. (Seven's former colleagues make their way through Jefferies tubes to Cargo Bay two. Janeway is called to the bridge.) CHAKOTAY:
All we know is that we've got a security breach. We don't know where.
[Cargo
Bay two]
(Two removes a bandage from his hand and taps the back of it.) TWO: Ready. Insert the interlink module. (Three removes the module from her leg and attaches it to Seven's regeneration chamber.)
THREE: Ready. (Four hesitates.)
TWO: He's still worried about injuring her.
THREE: If we fail, we'll never become individuals. We have to
remember that.
TWO: There is consensus. (Two injects his tubules into Seven's neck.) TWO: I've found her memory files.
THREE: She's aware of our presence.
TWO: She's trying to regain consciousness.
FOUR: We must abort.
THREE: No! We're too close. (Seven wakes.)
SEVEN: I will not comply. (She knocks Two away, disconnecting him. Tuvok and security run in to stun them with phaser fire.)
[Planet
surface]
(Nighttime. The Borgs have built a
campfire, and Four is roasting a piece of meat from their dead
colleague over it. Seven reaches out and warms her hands.) SEVEN OF NINE: I
have performed this action before. I was with my father. He was a tall
man.
TWO OF NINE: I have a similar memory. But I was in a house and the fire
was in the hearth.
FOUR OF NINE: The biomatter is ready. (They each take a piece.)
THREE OF NINE: It tastes similar to a bird I once ate.
FOUR OF NINE: I used to prepare food for my parents. They lived in a
small building by a river.
SEVEN OF NINE: I used to be afraid of the dark.
TWO OF NINE: Just before I was assimilated, I was eating with a group
of men. We worked in numbers. Mathematics. I calculated equations for
another man.
THREE OF NINE: I have a name. It's Marika. Marika Willkarah. Willkarah.
TWO OF NINE: Hello, Marika Willkarah.
SEVEN OF NINE: Her designation is Three of Nine.
FOUR OF NINE: I have a name. P'Chan. Son of Dornar and Ansha. My
primary function was to care for them.
THREE OF NINE: I was married. We were on a starship, the Excalibur. I
worked in Engineering.
TWO OF NINE: This is not my hand.
FOUR OF NINE: My parents are dead. The Borg killed them. I hate the
Borg.
SEVEN OF NINE: This is counterproductive. We must delete all irrelevant data.
TWO OF NINE: I want my hand back.
THREE OF NINE: I was on duty, the night watch, when the Borg came. Oh,
my God, look at what they've done to me. These, these things they put
in my body. What have they done?
SEVEN OF NINE: Command override. Cease this interaction. Comply! We will not
access these memory files again. Initiate the prescribed maintenance
and survival protocols only. No further communication is required until
we are r-assimilated into the Collective.
TWO OF NINE: Agreed.
THREE OF NINE: Agreed.
FOUR OF NINE: Agreed.
[Sickbay]
(The three ex-Borg are unconscious on biobeds.) EMH: But
whoever removed their implants was a poor surgeon. Their internal
organs were damaged during the procedure and their bodies are covered
with scars.
JANEWAY: You said you recognised them.
SEVEN: Not at first. But when they attempted to access my memory files
I was momentarily linked with them. Two of Nine. Three of Nine. Four of
Nine. We were all members of the same Unimatrix.
JANEWAY: Do you know why they were trying to access your memories?
SEVEN: No.
JANEWAY: How long have they been disconnected from the Collective?
EMH: Three or four months. However, they are still connected to each
other. Somehow, the left parietal lobes of their brains have been
transformed into organic interlink nodes. They've become linked
together into a sort of Collective Triad.
JANEWAY: Revive them. I'm Captain Janeway. We know who you are and we
know what you were trying to do. What we don't know is why.
TWO: She has information we need.
JANEWAY: What kind of information?
TWO: We want to become
THREE: Individuals.
JANEWAY: You want to break the neural link between the three of you?
THREE: Wouldn't you? None of us is alone with our own thoughts,
our own feelings.
TWO: Every day of my life is spent hearing their two voices in
my head.
FOUR: When we're asleep, we experience each other's dreams.
EMH: How's that different from life in the Collective?
SEVEN: In the Collective there are billions of voices. They become
white noise.
TWO: But, with only three
THREE: Each voice comes through clearly.
FOUR: It has to stop. We must break the neural link.
JANEWAY: Doctor, is there anything you can do?
EMH: The modifications are too extensive. Their neuronal pathways have
been fundamentally altered.
TWO: You hold the key.
SEVEN: Why?
THREE: You were there with us.
FOUR: Planet one eight six five alpha. You must remember.
SEVEN: Eight years ago our vessel crashed. The four of us were the only
survivors.
TWO: When we were reassimilated
THREE: We found we'd been linked together somehow.
FOUR: We were a subset within the Collective.
TWO: It's like having three voices whispering in one ear
THREE: And a crowd screaming in the other
FOUR: We had to break free, so we worked together. We finally
escaped.
TWO: We had our implants removed on Inavar Prime.
THREE: But they couldn't break the neural link.
FOUR: We need to find out what happened eight years ago, after
the crash.
TWO: The night we were reassimilated into the Collective. We
need to know how the link was created, but our memories are
THREE: Fragmented, disorganised. We hoped that you would know.
SEVEN: I don't. However, I am willing to attempt to retrieve the data.
Come with me.
[Cargo
Bay two]
(A data cable is plugged into the back of Four's head.) SEVEN:
Are you ready?
FOUR: Yes.
SEVEN: Data search complete. Do you remember anything further?
FOUR: No. My last memory
THREE: Is of us standing
ALL: Around the campfire.
SEVEN: And yet the data files in your cortical processor appear to be
intact. I see no evidence that would explain your lapse in memory.
TWO: What about you? Why don't you remember what happened?
SEVEN: I don't know. I've found no evidence of damage to my memory
files either. I remember the campfire and then waking up in the
Collective. There is an obvious gap, but no indication of why.
TWO: Why do they still call you Seven? You should have a name.
SEVEN: It is my name.
FOUR: No. It's a designation. You're an individual now.
SEVEN: I decided that my former name was no longer appropriate. Prepare
to reinitialise the memory cascade.
THREE: I can't wait to use my real name again.
SEVEN: There is nothing preventing you from doing so.
TWO: Except that most of the time I don't know whether my name
is Marika, P'Chan or Lansor. The names, the memories
FOUR: The memories, even the thoughts flow from one to the
other.
THREE: I can't love or hate or laugh.
ALL: Or cry without sharing it with them.
TWO: How can any of us take a name for
ALL: For ourselves?
FOUR: We're not individuals.
THREE: We're not Borg.
TWO: We're nothing.
SEVEN: Begin the memory cascade.
[Ready
room]
JANEWAY:
A friendly game? (Paris has a black eye.)
PARIS: Well, that's how it started. (Kim has a cut lip.)
JANEWAY: I see. Perhaps you could explain to me how this friendly game
turned into a street brawl?
PARIS: Well, Harry and I wanted to explore the station. We wanted
to broaden our understanding of alien cultures and, er
JANEWAY: Skip the recruiting speech. You were looking for a bar. Then
what?
KIM: Well, we found one, and we met a pair of Kinbori who told us about
this game they play with these big, odd-looking rackets.
JANEWAY: You mean one of those?
BOTH: Yeah!
PARIS: In any case, they challenged us to a game and we accepted, but I
guess we weren't quite aware of all the rules.
JANEWAY: Because you'd been drinking.
PARIS: Yes, ma'am. You see, we thought it was a version of tennis, but
as soon as we hit the first volley this Kinbori jumps over the net and
starts attacking us with his racket.
KIM: So we figured we were supposed to fight back.
PARIS: Yeah.
KIM: And then, er, well, things got a little out of hand.
JANEWAY: A little out of hand? Seven Voyager crewmen, including two
bridge officers, along with thirteen Kinbori and one Morphinian café
owner, all arrested. The charges range from disorderly conduct to
assault on a security officer.
KIM: That last one's not true.
JANEWAY: Thank you, Mister Kim. I'll note that exception in my log.
You're both confined to quarters until further notice, after you report
to Sickbay. That's all. Well, did you win?
PARIS: Oh yes, ma'am.
KIM: We kicked their rackets.
JANEWAY: Good. Dismissed. (Paris and Kim leaves, Seven enters.) JANEWAY: Any progress?
SEVEN: I've determined that we all have exactly the same gap in our
memories. It seems unlikely that it would be a coincidence.
JANEWAY: So you believe the Collective deliberately wiped your
recollections of the reassimilation process?
SEVEN: It is the most likely explanation.
JANEWAY: But?
SEVEN: The Collective would not care that four drones remember being
reassimilated.
JANEWAY: Something must have happened during the process. Something
they wanted to hide from you. Let's look at this from a different
perspective. Why would the Collective lock them into a neural triad in
the first place?
SEVEN: I don't know. There is no advantage to having three drones
linked together in this manner.
JANEWAY: They obviously did it for some reason. And I get the feeling
that if we can answer that question, the rest should fall into place.
But I wish we could find a way to close the gaps in your memories.
SEVEN: There is a way.
JANEWAY: I assume there's a reason you didn't mention it before now?
SEVEN: It would involve linking my neural interface to theirs.
Together, we may be able to restore the missing data. However, I would
again be part of a group mind.
JANEWAY: You're not eager to revisit that experience, hmm?
SEVEN: There's also the possibility that I could become trapped in the
neural link.
JANEWAY: Turning the triad into a quartet. I won't ask you to take that
kind of risk.
SEVEN: I do feel compelled to help them, but I am uncertain as to the
correct course of action.
JANEWAY: Let me ask you something. Do you think of these people as
family?
SEVEN: Is it relevant?
JANEWAY: There's an old saying. Blood is thicker than water. It means
that the ties of family run deeper than any other kind of relationship.
We'll often do things for members of our family we'd never dream of
doing for anyone else.
[Corridor]
NAOMI:
Seven. Seven.
SEVEN: Naomi Wildman.
NAOMI: I heard about the drones. Did they hurt you?
SEVEN: I am not damaged.
NAOMI: What do they want?
SEVEN: They are seeking information from me, but I am uncertain whether I
can help them.
NAOMI: Oh. Be careful.
SEVEN: Naomi Wildman, do you consider me to be family?
NAOMI: I, I don't, I mean. Yes. Is that okay?
SEVEN: I have no objection.
NAOMI: Do you think of me as family?
SEVEN: Yes.
Captain's log, supplemental. Seven of Nine has decided to undergo the procedure
that will link her mind with the other drones. Despite the risk
involved, she feels an obligation to help these distant cousins.
[Cargo
Bay two]
EMH:
I'll be monitoring your neural readings while you're in the link, but
I'm not certain I'll be able to counter the effects if you become
trapped.
SEVEN: I know you'll do your best.
EMH: It's never a good sign when the patient feels the need to comfort
the doctor. Good luck. (All four drones step into alcoves.)
SEVEN: Ready?
TWO: Ready.
FOUR: Ready.
THREE: Ready.
[Planet
surface]
(Seven is walking around, and find another drone.) SEVEN OF NINE:
You are damaged. I will assist you. Don't worry. Everything will be all
right. (The drone dies in her arms. She returns to the campfire.) FOUR OF
NINE: The Collective has located us. A Borg vessel is on its way.
SEVEN OF NINE: We will be one with the Borg again.
TWO OF NINE: No. I do not want to rejoin the Collective.
FOUR OF NINE: Agreed.
SEVEN OF NINE: That is in violation of all established protocols.
THREE OF NINE: Forget the protocols. You're not a drone. You're a
person, like us.
FOUR OF NINE: You have a name, a life. All you have to do is embrace
who you really are.
SEVEN OF NINE: No. I do not exist. I am only part of the greater whole.
TWO OF NINE: That's what they want you to believe. That's what they
want us all to believe.
SEVEN OF NINE: We are Borg. Our primary function is to serve the Collective.
TWO OF NINE: Not anymore. (Two smashes the communications beacon.)
SEVEN OF NINE: Error. Input failure.
TWO OF NINE: They may know what planet we're on, but without the beacon
it'll be far more difficult to locate us.
THREE OF NINE: If we can remodulate our cortical implants, we might be
able to elude their sensors.
TWO OF NINE: We must leave this place.
SEVEN OF NINE: This discussion is in violation of all established protocols.
THREE OF NINE: You stay here and be reassimilated if you want to. I
won't. (They
leave Seven alone. She paces around as the camp fire dies. Later, she
finds Four and stuns him. Then she inserts tubules into him.) FOUR OF
NINE: What are you doing?
SEVEN OF NINE: The nanoprobes will create new interlink nodes in your left
hemisphere. Resistance is futile. (A
few moments later, he gets up and follows her. They find Two, and Seven
does the same to him. They finally catch up to Three.) THREE OF
NINE: I will not comply. I will not comply. (Seven injects her.)
SEVEN OF NINE: State your designations.
TWO OF NINE: Two of Nine. Primary adjunct of Unimatrix zero one.
THREE OF NINE: Three of Nine. Auxiliary processor of Unimatrix zero
one.
FOUR OF NINE: Four of Nine. Secondary adjunct of Unimatrix zero one.
SEVEN OF NINE: What is your primary function?
ALL: To serve the Collective.
SEVEN OF NINE: You will repair the communications beacon.
[Cargo
Bay two]
TWO: It was you. You were responsible. What have you done to us?
THREE: You linked us together.
FOUR: You're responsible for our suffering.
THREE: How could you do it?
TWO: If you didn't want to return to the Collective
THREE: You didn't have to.
SEVEN: You don't understand what happened. (All three shout at her at the same time.) SEVEN: Somebody help me! (Tuvok enters.)
TUVOK: What's happening?
EMH: Somehow they broke their link with Seven. They're malfunctioning.
Help me get them to Sickbay.
[Sickbay]
EMH:
When they broke the connection with you, it must have overloaded
their cortical implants. They went into neural shock.
SEVEN: And yet I was undamaged?
EMH: I think I know why. You said you remembered injecting them with
nanoprobes eight years ago.
SEVEN: Yes. It created an interlink between them. It was the only way
to prevent them from escaping the Collective.
EMH: Well, it seems to have had an unfortunate side effect. Their
higher brain functions were somehow tied into the interlink. When they
broke their connection with you in the cargo bay, the shock to their
cognitive systems was too great.
SEVEN: Can you revive them?
EMH: I can remove the microcortical implants. That would break the
link binding them together, but it would also kill them. They'd only
live a matter of weeks. A month at the most.
SEVEN: What are the other options?
EMH: They could be returned to the Borg. If they were reassimilated
into the Collective, they would regain consciousness, and then live out
a normal life span.
SEVEN: As drones.
EMH: As drones. But they'd be alive, Seven.
[Astrometrics
lab]
SEVEN:
They have no hope of surviving unless they return to the Collective.
CHAKOTAY: Not exactly a happy ending, is it?
SEVEN: No.
CHAKOTAY: Back on that planet, why do you think you reacted so
differently from the rest of them? Why were you so afraid of becoming
an individual?
SEVEN: When I was first assimilated into the Collective, I was a child.
They were assimilated as adults. When our individual memories began to
resurface
CHAKOTAY: Yours were of being a little girl. A scared little girl.
SEVEN: I let that fear control me. After I saw the drone die in the
swamp, I panicked. I began to envision my own death. Alone, without even
the sound of another drone to comfort me. So I forced them to return. I
infiltrated their left cerebral hemispheres with nanoprobes and created
a new interlink network. One that they couldn't resist. And then I
eliminated the evidence of what I had done.
CHAKOTAY: You were overwhelmed by feelings you couldn't begin to
understand. You're not responsible for that.
SEVEN: Because of what I did, they'll be forced to live the rest of
their lives in the Collective. For that, I am responsible.
CHAKOTAY: There's a difference between surviving and living. They'll
survive in the Collective, but they won't really be alive. You know
that better than any of us.
SEVEN: There is no alternative.
CHAKOTAY: How long would they survive if the Doctor deactivated this
interlink network you created?
SEVEN: A month at most.
CHAKOTAY: A month as an individual, or a lifetime as a drone. Which
option would you choose?
[Doctor's office]
SEVEN:
Survival is insufficient.
EMH: I beg your pardon?
SEVEN: Eight years ago, I forced them to return to the Collective. I
won't make the same mistake again. They deserve to exist as
individuals. We must terminate the link between them.
EMH: I understand that you feel a certain responsibility for these
patients, but as their physician, so do I. It's my duty to preserve
their lives for as long as possible, even if that means
SEVEN: I will not return them to the Borg.
EMH: Are you thinking of what's best for them, or for you?
SEVEN: Clarify.
EMH: You said it yourself. You made a mistake. And Seven of Nine
doesn't like to make mistakes. She strives for perfection. I want you
to think about the motivation behind your decision. Are you doing
what's right for those three people, or are you trying to alleviate the
guilt you feel over what happened eight years ago?
SEVEN: The damage I did can never be repaired, and my guilt is
irrelevant. I simply want them to experience individuality, as I have.
As you have. At one time, you were confined to this Sickbay. Your
programme was limited to emergency medical protocols. In some ways, you
were not unlike a drone. But you were granted the opportunity to
explore your individuality. You were allowed to expand your programme.
Your mobile emitter gives you freedom of movement. Your thoughts are
your own. If you were told you had to become a drone again, I believe
you would resist.
EMH: Yes. I suppose I would.
SEVEN: They would resist as well. They would choose freedom, no matter
how fleeting. Only you and I can truly understand that.
EMH: Survival is insufficient.
[Mess
hall]
(It is dark. The trio are standing by the windows. Seven is with them.) THREE: It's so quiet.
FOUR: I had no idea you were going to say that. I don't know
what either of you is thinking.
TWO: I'd forgotten what it was like to be alone with my own
thoughts. I'm leaving.
THREE: Where will you go?
TWO: I want to see the space station, to meet new people. To
fill my life with life again, in the time I have left. (He nods a thank you to Seven, and leaves.)
FOUR: I'm leaving as well. There's an uninhabited planet only a
few light years from here. I'd like to spend my final days in the open
air. (He hugs Three, then turns to Seven.) FOUR: My people don't believe in holding grudges. I wish you well, Seven of
Nine.
SEVEN: Thank you. (Four leaves.)
THREE: It's nice to be on a Federation Starship again. I'd like
to stay aboard Voyager.
SEVEN: The Captain said you may stay as long as you wish.
THREE: You mean as long as I have. I can't forgive you for what
you did to us, but I do understand why you did it.
[Astrometrics
lab]
SEVEN:
Naomi Wildman.
NAOMI: I thought you might like some company.
SEVEN: Why?
NAOMI: Because of what happened with the drones.
SEVEN: I see that word travels quickly.
NAOMI: It's a small ship. I thought maybe you might want to spend some
time with family.
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