PULASKI: Medical Log, Stardate 42437.5.
Ira Graves is arguably
the greatest human mind in the universe.
For years, he's lived in near isolation
on a remote planet, devoting full time to his research.
Eight hours ago, we monitored a message from his assistant
urgently requesting medical aid.
I only hope we can reach him in time.
Any response from Gravesworld, Mr. Worf?
Nothing, sir.
Not since their initial communication.
They send out a plea for help
and then they cut off transmission
so they can't tell if there's any help on the way.
That doesn't make much sense, does it?
Ensign, what's our ETA at the planet?
36 minutes to orbit, sir.
Starfleet Command considers that Graves's work
on molecular cybernetics
is reaching a critical stage.
They consider this a Priority One action.
A man is ill, Captain.
Treating him is my priority one
regardless of who he is.
Did Data say why he wants to see us?
He said something about his new image.
I tell you, he's been acting kind of strange lately.
How so?
Well, if I didn't know better
I'd say he was showing signs of insecurity.
( laughing )
Yes, but you do know better.
Androids don't feel such things.
I don't know.
Sometimes, I think he's becoming more human
than any of us realize.
( door chimes )
DATA: Come in.
Data?
Geordi?
Is Counselor Troi with you?
Yes, I'm here, Data.
Geordi said you wanted to see us.
Indeed.
Or stated more correctly
I wanted you to see me.
Can we come in?
Please.
Did you damage your face, Data?
It is a beard, Geordi.
A fine, full, dignified beard.
One which commands respect
and projects thoughtfulness and dignity.
Well? Opinions?
Uh...
It's, uh...
very different.
When I stroke the beard thusly
do I not appear more... intellectual?
( stifled laugh )
I'm sorry, I have to go now.
Good-bye.
( laughing )
Why was she laughing?
We are receiving a transmission from Gravesworld, sir.
It's unfocused--
not directed specifically at us.
On viewer, Mr. Worf.
WOMAN: If anyone can hear me
please send a doctor.
Things are getting worse.
PICARD: Try and raise her, Mr. Crusher.
Tell them we're only minutes away.
It's no good, sir.
I don't believe they're receiving us.
Our records show that she and Graves
are the only ones living on the planet, Captain.
Then what scared her?
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.
Captain, I am picking up another signal
but it is not from the planet.
On screen, Mr. Worf.
The signal is very weak, sir.
Audio only.
Pipe it through.
MAN: Mayday! Mayday!
( staticky ): This is the USS... requesting emergency...
The outer hull is breached
and environmental systems compromised.
...immediate assistance.
WESLEY: Captain, I show the Constantinople
in that general vicinity.
She's a transport ship
used to ferry settlers.
I'm showing 2,012 colonists aboard.
Outer hull breach-- she must have had an internal explosion.
PULASKI: If that's the case
they'll all be prone to severe hypoxia.
Their lives are at risk.
We've got to help them.
And what about Graves?
He is one man.
Suggestion, Captain.
Why don't we execute
a long-range transport of an away team
to assist Dr. Graves
at your earliest possible moment.
We'll come out of warp just long enough to energize the beam.
A touch-and-go downwarping.
Ensign Crusher, prepare to make it so.
Aye, sir.
Engineering, Mr. La Forge.
We're going to execute a near-warp transport.
This may be a little tricky.
I would like you to handle it.
Yes, Captain.
I'm on my way.
Assemble an away team, Number One.
Include whoever
the Doctor requires to assist her.
Excuse me, sir, but there may be hundreds on the Constantinople
that require emergency attention.
I should be there to supervise.
All right, who will replace you?
Lieutenant Selar.
She has my complete confidence.
Worf, let's go.
RIKER: Phaser on stun, Mr. Worf.
We don't know what's going on down there.
There's no need to take any chances.
Agreed, sir.
LA FORGE: Now, remember
this is a near-warp transport, so the effects
may be a little unusual.
What do you mean?
RIKER: You'll see, Counselor.
Energize.
TROI: Wait a minute.
I don't understand.
You do now.
This might sound crazy
but, for a moment, I thought I was stuck in that wall.
For a moment, you were.
Data to Enterprise.
PICARD: I read you, Commander.
Go ahead.
We are inside Graves's home.
All is quiet so far.
Of course, no one knew we were coming.
Use caution, but protect Graves's health at all costs.
Understood, sir.
I suggest we look around to see if anyone is home.
WORF: No need, Commander.
You heard me.
Thank God.
I'm Kareen Brianon, Dr. Graves's assistant.
We're from a ship called the Enterprise.
We monitored your distress call
but then you never
acknowledged our response.
I'm sorry.
I couldn't take the chance.
Chance? What chance?
The chance that I might find out
someone was coming.
Kareen knew full well
that I would not be pleased, to put it mildly.
I had no choice.
I refuse to stand by and watch you deteriorate.
What symptoms have you noticed?
He has pain, shortness of breath, irritability...
Ridiculous!
I am as healthy as a Rigellian ox.
He is not himself, believe me.
His temper is completely out of control.
Nonsense!
Ira.
I am a doctor.
Lieutenant Selar.
Ah, no offense, but I don't want you touching me in any way.
It's no secret that I don't like people much
and I like doctors even less.
That's funny.
I thought most doctors were people.
Then you're wrong.
Ask any patient.
Though uh, huh, I will admit, for a doctor
you're not a bad-looking woman.
Well, well, well, what have we got here?
Another lovely specimen of womanhood.
I thought you didn't like people.
Women aren't people.
They're women.
I'm Deanna Troi.
It's an honor to meet you, Dr. Graves.
Yes, of course it is.
This is one of the truly great moments of your life.
Excuse me, sir.
Are you a Romulan?
Hardly.
He's a Klingon, Kareen.
Kareen has lived here since her father died
when she was very young.
Her only knowledge of unhuman races comes from me.
Klingons and Romulans don't look much alike, Kareen
even though they act much alike.
( growls )
Do I have to stand here
and be insulted?
No insult intended, Mr. Klingon.
You see, Doctor
there's nothing wrong with my hearing.
( stifled groan )
My, my, my, my, my...
Lieutenant Commander Data....
Shh.
Absolutely no aesthetic value whatsoever.
Looks like Soong's work.
Quite correct, sir.
Did you know Dr. Soong?
Know him? I taught him everything he knows.
You could say that I was the father of his work.
( laughing ): Which, uh, kind of makes me your grandfather
doesn't it, sonny?
Damn doctors!
Always sneaking up on one.
Attacking from the rear.
Go on, gorgeous.
Spit it out.
Whatever the hell it is, I can take it.
I've checked twice to make certain.
You have Darnay's disease.
I'm sorry, Dr. Graves.
It's in its final stage.
Can't you do something for him?
In all cases, Darnay's is terminal.
Captain's Log, Stardate 42437.7.
We've successfully repaired the stricken liner Constantinople.
46 of her people suffered injuries, mostly minor.
They have been treated
and supplied with the proper medicines.
Our task complete, we are heading back to Gravesworld
with great dispatch.
( whistling "If I Only Had a Heart" )
( coughing )
( continues whistling )
I have noticed, Doctor...
Call me grandpa.
( coughing )
Seems more touching in my final hours.
I have noticed, Grandpa, that you keep repeating
the same notes of a musical phrase I am unfamiliar with.
Oh, it's, uh, it's ancient little tune
called "If I Only Had a Heart"
a plaintive lament sung by a mechanical man
who longs to be human.
It's his only wish.
What happens to this man?
He finds out
he's human after all, always was.
Just worried so much, he... he never realized it.
Hmm, a happy ending.
The mechanical man gets his wish.
Stories often have happy endings.
It's life that throws you for a loop.
It must be so hard for you
to be so close to being human
and yet never really knowing what it's like to know pain.
But...
pain is unpleasant, is it not?
Pain.
Lust.
Envy.
Pleasure.
Desire.
Do you know what desire is, Data?
Desire?
To long for, to crave, a wish, a request...
Do you know what desire is?
No.
I do not suppose I will ever really know.
Oh, I feel pity for you.
Your existence must be a kind of walking purgatory--
neither dead nor alive
never really feeling anything.
Just existing.
( stifles cough )
Oh, listen to me.
A dying man takes the time
to mourn a man who will never know death.
Funny, isn't it?
Funny?
I have had great difficulty determining what funny is.
I've had the same difficulty most of my life.
We're much alike.
I'd say he has a week, but that's only an estimate.
We do know that the disease
attacks the brain and nervous system.
We can expect more of the erratic behavior
of the kind you've been noticing.
His feelings towards you are very warm.
He's attracted to you in many ways.
Attracted?
I know I've felt certain feelings from him
and for him.
Had I been older
perhaps we could have been...
but that's not the way it worked out.
And now, it's like he's afraid to face me.
The only one he talks to is your friend, Data.
You mentioned your impending death, Grandpa.
May I say you face it
with remarkable courage and stoicism.
Well, that is because I'm an incredible man
possessing an iron will and nerves of steel--
two traits that have helped me
become the genius I am today
as well as the lady-killer
I was in days gone by.
You condone homicide, sir?
It's an expression, Data.
It means I was once as beautiful as I am smart.
Really, Grandpa?
No, not really.
But, what the hell, I'm dying.
I can remember my life any way I want.
But I'll let you into a little secret, sonny.
I don't really believe I will be dying.
But the doctor...
Oh, I'll die.
But I won't really be dead.
You see, I believe I've learned
to transfer the wealth of my knowledge
into a computer.
Before I die
I plan to transfer
my great intellect into this machine
thus cheating the Grim Reaper of his greatest prize.
But what would you know of death?
It is a subject forever alien to you.
That is not necessarily true, Grandpa.
I do have an "off button," if you will.
Its activation robs me of my consciousness
therefore, rendering me dead
for all intents and purposes.
It is not something I enjoy contemplating.
Oh, I can understand that.
Just where would Soong position such a device?
Don't tell me.
Let me guess.
PICARD: Captain to away team. We're standing by.
I do not wish to interrupt Data and the Doctor.
They seem to have developed a genuine rapport
but the Enterprise has reached its orbit
and I'd like to transport Graves
to the ship as soon as possible.
( door opens )
That will not be necessary, Doctor.
He is gone.
Gone?
It happened just a few moments ago in my arms.
Ira Graves is dead.
Captain's Log, supplemental.
I leave Gravesworld with an empty feeling
in the knowledge that our mission was unsuccessful.
Whatever scientific secrets Ira Graves was about to unlock
have been lost forever.
Our immediate priority is to reach the nearest Starbase
so that Graves's assistant can get on with her life.
Why didn't you contact Dr. Selar
when you saw that he was beginning to... to go?
To do so would have been pointless.
All things must pass.
May I go now, sir?
Yes, of course.
We will try to honor him
in the manner in which he specified, will we not, sir?
I said we would, Data.
I am glad, sir.
It was his dying wish.
Hello, Data.
It's good to see you again.
KAREEN: The stars are so beautiful from space.
You always did love the sky.
A stargazer--
that is what you are.
Did Ira tell you that?
I guess he's right.
I used to spend hours just lying on a hill looking up.
Ira never told you how beautiful you were to him.
He never told you that, did he?
He could not tell you.
Do you understand?
Yes, I understand.
But he wanted to...
every waking moment.
And he wanted you to know that.
You were everything to him.
PICARD: He was a fine man
a man of rare gifts and great accomplishments.
He will be sorely missed.
Does anyone else have anything to say?
I believe I have a few words to say, sir.
Just look at that face.
The face of a thinker
a warrior
a man...
for all seasons.
Yes, Ira Graves
was all that and more
but he was not perfect.
Perhaps his greatest flaw was that he was too selfless.
He cared too much
for his fellow man
with nary a thought
for himself.
A man of limitless accomplishments
and unbridled modesty.
I can safely say
that to know him
was to love him.
And to love him
was to know him.
Those who knew him
loved him
while those who did not know him
loved him from afar.
Data...
I am almost finished, sir.
You are finished, Data.
We now commit the body of Ira Graves
to the timeless depths of space.
I am sorry, sir.
Perhaps it was my admiration for Grandpa
that got the best of me.
Grandpa?
That is the way I think of him, sir.
My only living relative
no longer living.
Data...
I was only trying
to carry out his wishes, sir.
I just wanted to keep my promise to him.
I know that, Data.
Look, I realize you've been studying
the human equation with great alacrity
but perhaps you've been working at it too much.
Don't try so hard to be human.
Just be yourself.
All right?
Yes, sir.
I will work on staying within myself.
Grand.
You're dismissed, Mr. Data.
Thank you, sir.
( whistling "If I Only Had a Heart" )
Captain's Personal Log.
Although Commander Data has assured me
that his odd behavior will return to normal
I can't help thinking
that something went wrong
during his visit to Gravesworld.
I'm still concerned, Captain.
I've never seen him act like this.
Could it be that grandfather analogy
that Graves planted in his head?
Data is an orphan, in a manner of speaking.
Is it possible that the loss of Graves
might have affected him?
Touched him on some emotional level
we didn't know he possessed?
I hope you're right.
I hope that's all it is.
That was a great speech, Data.
"To know him is to love him is to know him."
Verbal composition
at its most sophisticated level.
Your childlike mind cannot appreciate
the timeworn wisdom of my words.
Childlike mind?
When you get to be my age
you will understand.
Your age?
Data, chronologically
you're not much older than I am.
Well, you are only as old as you feel.
Try to remember that, boy.
You're not turning into a philosopher
are you, Mr. Data?
I am many things: scholar
artist, philosopher
lover, genius.
Data, what's wrong with you?
KAREEN: Wow, how beautiful.
PICARD: I thought you might enjoy the Bridge, Miss Brianon.
I'm aware of your interest in science.
Perhaps you'd like to see the computer...
Yes, and I am aware of your interest in her.
What was that, Commander?
Nothing, sir.
Nothing at all.
These are the science stations.
PICARD: From the Command Center here
we have control of all of the science stations.
Data, what are you doing?
I detest hypocrisy.
I wish they would just come out and admit it.
Admit what, Mr. Data?
That your interest in Kareen is not purely professional.
Try as you will
you cannot win her heart.
She does not care
for older men
or men of limited intellect.
Mr. Data, you will come with me right now.
Do you understand me?
I understand.
I understand all too well.
Removing the competition will not help you, Picard.
Excuse me.
Do you know what that was all about?
Jealousy.
Intense, burning jealousy.
A human emotion, and it was coming from Data.
If you wish to apologize, I am prepared to listen.
You expect me to apologize to you?
You were a bit rude to me.
Might make you feel better
if you said you were sorry.
Data, something has obviously gone wrong with your circuitry.
That is ridiculous.
I am as healthy as a Rigellian ox.
I wish I could believe that.
I would accompany you to Sick Bay
but I doubt if that would do us any good.
Sick Bay?
Are you ill, Captain?
I'm getting there.
I'm going to have Engineering run a full physical on you.
I am sure that will not be necessary, Captain.
I am fully capable of running a circuit check on myself.
It will immediately determine any abnormalities.
Do it.
That's an order.
Just as I expected.
I am fine.
Could not be better.
For the first time since I've known you
I don't believe you.
Try and hold still, will you, Data?
Data, will you wait for me in the corridor?
Why should I?
This concerns me more than it does any of you.
You will wait for me in the corridor.
His insubordination is growing by leaps and bounds.
I could use discipline
but I'd rather try and help him.
Well, I wish I knew what to suggest.
I'll be damned if I can find a thing wrong with him.
Perhaps we're looking in the wrong place.
Meaning?
Well, if Data's physical health
is unimpaired
perhaps his mental health needs to be addressed.
What, are you saying that Data's losing his mind?
With your permission, Captain, there is one way to find out.
Now, Data, you remember
the psychotronic stability examination.
We all had to take it
before graduating from the academy.
It was a waste of time then, and it is a waste of time now.
It will just gauge your psychological reactions
to the images it projects.
Mm-hmm.
Watch the screen
and let your mind go blank.
The device will do the rest.
( beeping )
( beeping increasing in speed)
( engines roaring )
It's safe to say
that you're his best friend.
Is it possible to speculate about what's happening to him?
Well, sir, it's just a guess
but, sometimes, he wants to be human
so badly he can taste it.
I think he just tends to get confused
when his human qualities surface.
Mm. Go on.
Uh, witnessing Graves's death
may have been some sort of catalyst
for the way he...
I have the results of the tests.
I ran them several times
to be sure.
To be sure of what?
There are two disparate personalities
within Lieutenant Commander Data--
each distinctly different--
a dominant and a recessive.
But he's an android, is that possible?
It must be.
The dominant personality is unstable.
Brilliant, but vain.
Sensitive, yet paranoid.
And I believe it is prone to irrationality.
Of course...
Sir?
Nothing. Go on.
It seems to have an especially strong hatred of you, Captain.
Or to a lesser degree, any authority figure.
And the worst part is it's growing.
How do you mean?
The alien persona is getting stronger
and gobbling up what is left of the weaker ego:
the Data we know.
If something isn't done to stop it immediately
we will lose our Data forever.
Captain's Personal Log.
We have arrived at Starbase Six
where Miss Brianon will await transport back to Earth.
I'm greatly troubled
by the unusual behavior of Commander Data
and fear that somehow it is directly related
to the experiments of Ira Graves.
Where is Data now?
He should be in his quarters.
You ordered him not to leave.
Tell me, where is Lieutenant Commander Data?
Current location: Ten-Forward.
Lieutenant Worf
will you go to Ten-Forward and keep an eye on Data?
Don't interfere with his actions
unless you hear otherwise from me.
Worf here, sir. Acknowledged.
I want to know
more about what happened down on Gravesworld.
Lieutenant Selar
report to the Captain's Ready Room.
Hello, Kareen.
Don't you think it's time we stopped pretending?
You know who I am.
You're Data.
You do know who I am.
Ira?
It is me.
I am here.
I am alive.
How?
I deactivated Data
and transferred my mind
into his frame.
I never imagined how much of my...
myself I would retain.
My feelings.
My dreams.
They won't let you get away with it.
They'll try to stop you.
How can they?
It is my body now.
It is out of their hands.
Doctor, tell me, how much time
did Data and Graves spend together?
They were together practically
the entire time we were on the planet.
Always alone?
Yes. Always.
Doctor, what was your impression of Graves?
He seemed brilliant, egocentric, arrogant
chauvinistic...
Sound familiar?
Something wonderful has happened.
I can take a deep breath now
without feeling stabbing pain.
I will never have to face death again.
Think of the things I will accomplish
over the next thousand years.
What?
Oh, I know what you are thinking.
There is no need to worry.
I will create an android body for you, too.
We can witness the end of time together.
Why are you crying, Kareen?
I can love you now.
The way I always wanted to.
It was not right before.
I was too old for you... too weak.
Now I can be everything you want me to be.
I won't let you put me in a machine.
I want to live my life.
I won't let you take it away from me.
Ira, Ira, you're hurting me.
Worf to Captain Picard.
Commander Data has left Ten-Forward.
Should I follow?
Negative.
I'll handle this myself.
He was an expert in cybernetics.
Yes.
Our memorial service may have been premature.
What an achievement.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see
so long lives this.
And this gives life to thee.
He was working on bridging the gap
between man and machine.
It seems he built that bridge.
I may be forced to tear it down.
I can hear you coming, Captain.
My ears are better than the average dog's, you know.
I know who you are
and what you've done.
Of course you do.
I came here to talk to Data.
Hmm-mm.
I cannot allow that.
I understand your desperation--
the shock of learning you were dying--
but you have no right to do what you've done.
I have every right, Captain.
I am man, he is machine.
There is no question
who must live and what must die.
What of Data?
( chuckling )
Data?
Before me, he was nothing.
Just a walking tin can
with circuits for intestines.
Pathetic.
Without heart, a man is meaningless.
I would not come up here if I were you, Captain.
I might not like it.
DATA: You are most fortunate, my dear Captain
that I am not a violent man.
Not a violent man?
This... this is not my fault.
They told me I was not supposed to be up here.
They should not have done that.
Graves, listen to me.
No one can deny the significance of your transformation
but I don't believe that this was part of your plan.
Encountering Data
was mere coincidence--
one that offered you more than you could have dreamed--
but something has gone wrong.
Look here.
Graves, this experiment must be terminated.
This is idiotic.
Picard to Sick Bay.
PULASKI: Yes, Captain.
How is Miss Brianon?
Her left hand is fractured in two places.
We've just begun treatment.
I'm afraid there are two more injuries in Engineering.
I'm on my way.
Who's next?
These were all accidents.
I did not intend...
How many more accidents?
You must leave this body.
No. I live here now.
Graves, every man has his time.
Every man.
Without exception.
But you've cheated.
You have extended your life at the expense of another.
Graves, give Data back.
Give him back.
Data is dead.
No.
He must not be lost.
He's not simply an android.
He's a life-form.
Entirely unique.
Data is not human.
He is...
He is different, yes.
But that does not make him expendable
or any less significant.
No being is so important
that he can usurp the rights of another.
Now set him free.
No!
How many...
how many more accidents?
Data-- where is he?
Just take it easy, Captain.
We can't afford to take it easy, Doctor.
Tell me, where is Lieutenant Commander Data?
Data?
Data!
Data, can you hear me?
Geordi.
Yeah.
May I ask a question?
I think you just did.
Quite correct.
Then may I ask another question after this one?
You can ask me anything you want.
Why am I lying on the floor
in this undignified position
with the four of you standing over me
displaying expressions of conc...
I've heard more than enough.
You're you again.
KAREEN: Captain... Captain, look at this.
He's in there.
Ira put himself in the computer.
Captain's Log, supplemental.
We've said good-bye to Kareen Brianon
with the hopeful feeling
that her future will be a bright one.
The intellect of Ira Graves
has been deposited into our computer.
There is knowledge, but no consciousness.
The human equation has been lost.
And you don't remember anything?
Not a thing.
To know him is to love him is to know him?
Perhaps it is best that I do not remember.
I trust I did nothing unbecoming
to a Starfleet officer?
Does wrestling with a Klingon targ ring a bell?
Mr. Crusher, take us out of orbit.
Aye, sir.
Did I win?