Captain's Log, Stardate 42494.8.
The Enterprise is bound for Star Station India
to rendezvous with a Starfleet medical courier.
We've been told only that our presence is imperative.
Hopefully, the mission will give me further opportunities
to assess the performance of our new Chief Medical Officer.
( door chime )
Come.
You wanted to see me, Captain?
Yes, Counselor.
Come.
Sit down.
Counselor
you've had the opportunity
to observe Dr. Pulaski for some time now.
How would you evaluate her as a Chief Medical Officer?
I've never met
a more dedicated physician.
I would say she has a passion for her work.
Mm, yes, of course.
I entirely agree.
Is it possible that such consuming dedication
could interfere with her judgment?
I feel your concern, Captain, but I don't share it.
Perhaps because I've had the opportunity
to spend more time with her and get to know her better.
Yes, perhaps you're right.
DATA: Captain, we are picking up a faint distress signal
on an open subspace frequency.
It appears to be coming from an adjacent sector.
Respond on the same frequency.
Have you locked on to that transmission?
Aye, sir.
A voice-only transmission from the USS Lantree
a Federation supply ship.
USS Lantree, this is Picard of the Enterprise.
What is the nature of your emergency?
MAN: ...can't hold out anymore.
We are dying...
Too many to help...
We are still receiving their signal, Captain
but there is no message.
Lantree...
are you under attack?
( static )
Lantree?
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.
USS Lantree, this is the Enterprise.
Come in, Lantree.
Replay that last transmission.
...can't hold out anymore.
We are dying...
Too many to help...
Have we got a fix on her?
2.2 milliparsecs, bearing 3-0 at 145 degrees, sir.
Number One?
We better take a look.
What kind of vessel is she?
The Lantree is a class 6 Federation supply ship
assigned to the Gamma 7 Sector.
Captain L.I. Telaka, commanding.
Normal complement, 26 officers and crew.
Armed?
Class 3, defensive only.
Is she still underway?
Aye, sir.
Adjust course to intercept.
Warp 7.
Adjusting course to intercept.
Warp 7, sir.
Engineering, transfer to Bridge.
We are closing on the Lantree, Captain.
Take us out of warp.
Establish parallel course and match speed.
Yes, sir.
Hailing frequencies.
Open.
Lantree, this is the Enterprise.
Captain Telaka, this is Picard of the Enterprise.
Do you read me?
No life signs, Captain.
Counselor?
Nothing, Captain.
RIKER: What else have we got in the neighborhood?
WESLEY: No other vessels of any kind within two parsecs.
No battle damage.
All systems seem functional, Captain.
Everything is in perfect order.
We have to board her, Captain.
Possibly, Mr. Worf.
Number One?
If we gain control of her systems remotely
we could activate the viewscreen.
That way, at least we could look at the Bridge.
Agreed.
Computer, security override request.
Identify.
Picard, Jean-Luc, Captain, USS Enterprise.
Request control access Starfleet ship USS Lantree.
Iso Telaka, commanding.
Enter access code.
Omicron omicron alpha yellow daystar two seven.
Enable.
DATA: I have verified receipt
of the access codes for the Lantree, Captain.
Grand.
Commence operations.
Our first move will be to shut down the engines.
LA FORGE: Standing by, Commander.
The Lantree computer
reports access codes received and accepted, sir.
Sick Bay on alert, Captain.
The interlock is engaged.
The Lantree is responding, sir.
We have override control of her Bridge, Captain.
All systems answering.
All right.
Let's have a look.
LA FORGE: Lantree Bridge monitor, engaging.
You reading anything, Doctor?
Still no signs of life, Captain.
Magnify.
That must be Captain Telaka on the left.
Let's look at him.
Closer.
My God.
Looks like they had a battle with time.
And lost.
Heart, lungs, liver...
everything.
What is it?
They died of natural causes.
Natural causes?
What in nature could cause that?
PULASKI: For the record, Captain
they died of old age.
We've downloaded the Lantree's logs, sir.
Play back the Captain's last entry.
Captain's Log, Stardate 42493.1.
There are only six of us left.
We've set course for the nearest Federation outpost
but I am afraid it's too late.
All attempts to analyze what is happening have failed.
In the last few hours
I've watched friends grow old and die.
And I'm seeing it happen to me.
Captain L.I. Telaka, USS Lantree.
Captain Telaka was my age, sir.
Doctor?
Every member of the Lantree crew had a complete examination
at the beginning of his duty cycle, eight weeks ago.
They were in perfect health.
Nothing else since?
A single medical entry noting that the First Officer
was treated for Thelusian flu five days ago.
Thelusian flu?
It's an exotic, but harmless rhinal virus.
It couldn't have caused this.
The last port of call for the Lantree
was the Darwin Genetic Research Station
on Gagarin IV, three days ago.
Whatever happened, it could be something
that the Lantree crew already had
or it could have come from Gagarin.
At the very least
the people from Darwin Station deserve a warning.
We may have to consider a quarantine.
You'll agree that we should quarantine the Lantree?
Absolutely.
Lieutenant, initiate the quarantine transmitters
on the Lantree, and activate her marker beacons.
We'll need to find her again.
Aye, sir.
Quarantine warnings active on all frequencies, Captain.
AUTOMATED VOICE: Extreme caution.
The USS Lantree is a quarantined vessel
by order of Starfleet Command.
Do not board.
Set course for Gagarin IV.
Warp 7.
Course and speed set, sir.
AUTOMATED VOICE: Extreme caution...
Engage.
...is a quarantined vessel...
Captain's Log, supplemental.
We're en route to the Federation Research Station
on Gagarin IV.
The mere thought of a possible connection
between the Lantree tragedy and a genetic research facility
fills me with profound apprehension.
We're approaching Gagarin IV, Captain.
Standard orbit, Mr. Crusher.
Aye, sir.
Hailing frequencies.
Open.
Darwin Station
this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise.
Enterprise, this is Darwin Station.
I'm Dr. Kingsley.
We've just declared a medical emergency here.
We need your help.
Uh, Dr. Kingsley
what is the nature of your emergency?
To whom am I speaking, please?
I'm Dr. Pulaski, Chief Medical Officer.
Katherine Pulaski?
Author of Linear Models of Viral Propagation?
That was a long time ago.
But still the standard.
I can't think of anyone I'd rather be dealing with.
Doctor, we're experiencing the rapid onset
of geriatric phenomena.
The first symptom is sudden, acute arthritic inflammation.
Then the aging process accelerates.
The Lantree.
Dr. Pulaski
I celebrated my 35th birthday a week ago.
Doctor, we understand that Darwin Station
is involved in genetic research.
Is there a possible connection?
Our research here is limited to human genetics.
I can assure you we're not dealing
with something that got away from us.
We believe that we were infected by a supply ship
that was here three days ago.
Doctor, if you're speaking of the Lantree
we encountered it a few hours ago.
All the crew members were dead.
Which would seem to confirm our suspicion.
Were you able to establish a pathology, Doctor?
Doctor, did you hear what I said?
All the 26 men and women aboard that ship were dead.
I heard you, Captain, and the prognosis is alarming
but my immediate concern is our children.
Children?
They represent years of advanced genetic research.
You must evacuate them as soon as possible.
I'm sorry, but under the circumstances
until we know what's going on
I'm imposing a full quarantine on Darwin Station.
But the children have been in protective isolation
since this was detected.
They've shown no symptoms.
You cannot leave them here to die.
Doctor, our options in a quarantine situation
are extremely limited.
We are going to consider the possibilities.
I suggest you do the same.
I recommend against contact, Captain.
Number One?
I have to agree, sir.
I wish there was something we could do
but I think the risk is too great.
Doctor?
If the children are free of disease
as Dr. Kingsley said
they should be evacuated.
I would like to bring one of them aboard
within a forcefield, for a complete examination.
Counselor?
Do you sense anything?
Dr. Kingsley sincerely believes the children are not a threat
but she's not telling us the whole truth.
I recommend caution.
We have only Dr. Kingsley's assurance
that these children are not infected
whereas, we have seen
the results of this disease firsthand.
In a case like this, I think we should err
on the side of caution.
All right.
We could beam up one child encased in styrolite
in suspended animation.
That way, I could scan for possible infection
without danger to ourselves or to the child.
But we don't know what we're looking for.
Exactly.
And we won't until we start gathering data.
Captain, that's worth some risk.
There's always risk, Doctor.
( sighs )
Proceed with the examination.
But I shall require positive proof
that these children are harmless before I place any of my crew
in jeopardy.
Forcefield is ready, Captain.
Activate.
Transporter?
This is Chief O'Brien, sir.
Almost ready.
Is there a problem?
It's the styrolite.
I'm altering the delta-t
so the styrolite coating materializes
two microseconds ahead of the child.
It has to be right the first time.
Well, take all the time you need.
Entering corrections now, sir.
Ready, Captain.
Dr. Kingsley, are you ready to transport?
KINGSLEY: You have the coordinates.
We have one 12-year-old male encased in number six styrolite.
Transporter...
energize.
A trick!
Transporter reverse...
One moment, Lieutenant.
Whoever he is, he's still in stasis.
Styrolite is intact, Captain.
Forcefield down.
Captain
there's a definite presence.
A distinct personality.
Even in stasis, it's quite strong.
The child is unquestionably telepathic.
PULASKI: A child this mature?
We could be looking at the future of humanity.
Hmm.
At least Dr. Kingsley's vision of it.
This child is in better health than we are.
His immune system is so advanced
it may not be possible for him to contract disease.
I want to free him from the styrolite.
That seems rather risky, Doctor.
I can do no further tests until he's animate.
But what if you're wrong?
You saw what happened on the Lantree.
I know I'm right.
I can't expose the Enterprise
until I know where this disease came from
and how it is transmitted.
I realize that, Captain.
Naturally, we'll establish a forcefield containment.
But if we lose the forcefield for any reason
we lose the ship.
Forcefields can fail, and until...
We don't have that kind of time.
These children can't survive in the lab
once their parents are dead.
Look at him, Captain.
He's a human being who needs our help.
But the risk is...
Minimal.
If you can demonstrate
that he is biologically harmless
without risk to the crew
I'll do everything in my power to assist.
And, Doctor, God knows I'm not one to discourage input
but I would appreciate it
if you'd let me finish my sentences
once in awhile.
Deanna.
Do you have a minute?
Mm-hmm.
You've known the Captain for some time.
I think I need some advice.
I don't seem to be dealing with him very well.
Why do you say that?
Well, my arguments don't seem to have any effect on him.
We just end up quoting regulations to each other.
He has such a consuming dedication to his ship.
He doesn't seem to be able to step back
to see the human side of the equation.
What's the matter?
Kate, I don't think he'd be where he is
if he couldn't see the human side of the equation.
Perhaps the two of you aren't all that different.
What do you mean?
Let's just say, you both have
well-established personalities.
Dr. Kingsley, this is Kate Pulaski.
Doctor, do you have a decision?
I'm afraid it's bad news.
How can that be?
The risk to the ship and crew is too great.
Until we absolutely know the cause of the disease
the children...
The children are harmless.
Every test on them has been negative.
I demand that you do something to save them.
Please, Doctor.
For God's sake, we haven't got much time.
Stand by. I'll get back to you.
Geordi, I need your help.
What is it, Doctor?
I need to prove that the children are harmless.
I can only do that in a fail-safe environment.
The problem is, there's no area of the ship
that can be sealed off with absolute certainty.
Even with forcefields...
Sick Bay has an isolated system.
But it's not possible to totally cut it off
from the rest of the ship.
The only truly independent environment
would be something like...
like a shuttlecraft.
A shuttlecraft.
Why didn't you say so?
( door chime )
Come.
Captain, I'd like permission to put the boy in a shuttlecraft.
I can study him there without risk to anyone else.
What about you?
I'm prepared to take that risk.
Someone has to breathe the same air he breathes.
To touch him.
I'm volunteering to make that test myself.
Doctor, you have a responsibility
to this ship, which goes...
I also have a responsibility to humanity.
Starfleet guidelines
about contact with quarantined vess...
You don't have to quote the rule book.
You were saying?
Request approved.
Captain, you said if I...
Approved?
I recognize that you're trying to satisfy my conditions.
Thank you.
You sent for me, Doctor?
I did, Commander.
I assume that you're qualified
to pilot this shuttlecraft?
DATA: Certainly.
I took advanced training in the operation
of auxiliary space vessels at Starfleet academy
where I received...
A more than passing grade, no doubt.
Please, come aboard.
We don't have much time.
( alarm beeping )
COMPUTER: Shuttle Bay Three forcefield activated.
You are certain the Captain approved this, Doctor?
You'll take us a few hundred meters
away from the Enterprise and hold position.
Begin shuttlecraft launch sequence.
Good luck, Doctor.
We are in position, Doctor.
It's the only way to prove they're harmless.
And if they are not?
I hate to keep reminding you, but you are a machine.
You'll be perfectly safe.
That is by no means certain, Doctor
but I was referring to you.
Medical research is sometimes a risky business.
It's all part of being human.
Shall we proceed?
Ready to transport.
DATA: You have the coordinates, Chief O'Brien.
Shuttlecraft, maintain your position and stand by.
Standing by.
Transporter Control, what's our status?
We have a green panel, sir.
Stand by to transport.
Aye, sir.
Energize.
Oh, yes.
I do.
I understand you perfectly.
How could you, Doctor?
He has not said anything.
Oh, yes, he has.
Troi is right.
He's telepathic.
Time?
COMPUTER: 0322, exactly.
She's been in direct contact with the boy for 18 minutes.
All systems are functioning
within normal specifications, Doctor.
The manufacturer will be pleased to hear it.
I appreciate your help
but your bedside manner needs work.
Bedside manner?
( gasping )
Doctor?
PICARD: Doctor, I don't understand.
What has happened?
There was no warning.
Explain.
Arthritic inflammation.
It's the initial symptom of the disease.
What can we do?
Return the boy to Darwin Station.
Apparently, the children are carriers.
PICARD: Chief O'Brien, are you ready?
I have the original coordinates
of the Darwin isolation lab, Captain.
Quickly, please.
Shuttle one, hold your position.
Holding.
O'BRIEN: Stand by to transport.
It wasn't your fault.
PICARD: Tell us what you need, Doctor.
There's nothing you can do, Captain.
I'm not going to make myself an exception
to the Darwin quarantine.
Shuttle One, out.
What is your condition, Doctor?
Not exactly up to factory specs.
I'm sorry.
The pain is tolerable.
Thank you.
Shall I set course for Darwin Station?
We're already under quarantine.
What do we have to lose?
We can no longer consider the Darwin Station crisis
our most immediate concern.
Although Dr. Pulaski's condition
is inseparably linked with that emergency
her safe return and that of Commander Data
must take priority, please.
Shouldn't Dr. Pulaski be involved in this?
From what we've seen on the Lantree
Dr. Pulaski may not have time to help herself.
Well, I suggest
we beam them both back onto the ship.
Commander Data is most likely immune
and surely the bio-filter...
Oh, the transporter's bio-filter won't protect us.
The boy was transported twice already
and still infected Dr. Pulaski.
Yeah, but couldn't we adjust the bio-filter?
We can alter the filter to screen out
whatever it is that's causing the disease.
But we don't know what's causing the disease.
We can't protect ourselves against the unknown.
What we need is some kind of filter
that doesn't depend on known biological factors.
We might try the trace.
The transporter trace?
Well, as you know, the transporter
keeps a record of all transmissions--
a pattern, if you will.
Usually, it's just stored for security purposes
but if we use the transporter trace
to control the reconstitution process...
I don't think it's ever been tried quite that way before
but, theoretically, it is possible.
I'd have to make extensive modifications.
Then do it.
Seems we have no alternative.
Where will we get the trace pattern?
The Doctor's never used our transporter.
Never?
No, she's a woman of very strongly held opinions, sir.
What was her previous assignment?
Her last ship was the Repulse.
Bridge, Picard.
Contact the USS Repulse
using subspace Captain's priority channel.
Oh, Dr. Pulaski...
I can only tell you how much I regret
the burden we've imposed on you.
On both of you.
Commander Data is an android.
He's unaffected.
As for me, I chose this.
I was convinced the children were safe.
I still can't believe you were infected by one of our children.
The evidence is fairly conclusive.
You don't understand.
They were designed to resist disease.
I think it's time we talked about that.
Let me show you something.
Our ultimate achievement.
The oldest is 12 and all are telekinetic.
Watch.
Genetically engineered?
Not engineered, created.
Perfect in every way--
their body structure, their musculature, their minds.
You were telling me
about their immune system.
That was our masterpiece.
We gave these children an aggressive immunity.
The rest of us were infected by the supply ship
but they were protected.
The Lantree logs indicated that only one crewman
had any illness prior to arrival here.
The First Officer had a mild case of Thelusian flu.
Yes, he was one of the crewmen who came
in direct contact with us.
The Thelusian flu would have little effect on you
but, tell me, how would they react?
Their immune system would release an active antibody
that would attack the virus.
Even at a distance?
Their immune systems don't wait
for a disease to attack the body.
It would seek out an airborne virus and destroy it.
Destroy it?
How exactly?
The antibody would adapt itself
to alter the genetic code of the virus.
Commander, I want an analysis of the interaction
between the Thelusian flu and the children.
On a molecular genetic level?
We don't have time for that.
Genetic analysis could take months.
Not necessarily.
Commander Data has a way with computers.
Sorry, Picard.
We erased Dr. Pulaski's transporter pattern
right after she transferred.
Not that she used the transporter much.
She preferred the shuttlecraft.
I would have given her a shuttle if it would have kept her here.
Tell me, Taggert, if she served you as well as you say
why did you let her go?
I see you haven't run into her stubborn streak yet.
As soon as she found out about an opening on the Enterprise
she put in a request for transfer.
Knew your service record backward and forward.
Apparently, she's been an admirer of yours for some time.
Extraordinary.
Commander...
what have you got?
The answer, I believe, Doctor.
The Lantree was not the source of the disease
but it was the trigger.
Trigger?
The Lantree's First Officer exposed your children
to Thelusian flu for the first time.
Their active immune systems set out to attack the virus
and once it was triggered, it kept going.
But the antibody created an unexpected side effect.
It alters the genetic makeup of normal humans.
This is a comparison
of the altered and normal DNA.
These are the two molecules that have been transposed.
And since our DNA is self-replicating
the process...
Is irreversible.
Judging from what happened on the Lantree
anyone is a carrier once they're infected.
Oh.
Have you made any progress, Doctor?
I'm afraid so, Captain.
The children don't carry the disease.
They are the cause.
What do you mean?
Their advanced immune system has created an antibody
that changes normal DNA.
The altered genes are the ones that control aging.
Then why did it attack you more quickly than Dr. Kingsley?
The enclosed environment of the shuttlecraft
concentrated my exposure.
The Lantree's First Officer
carried the antibody onto his ship.
It had the same effect on his crew.
Right, what's the next step?
The children will survive
but the rest of us are just about out of time.
Doctor, I want you back aboard this ship.
We'll beam you up in suspended animation like the boy
that will give us more time.
Captain, I appreciate what you're trying to do
but I got into this by leaping before I looked
and I won't allow you to make the same mistake.
Chief Medical Officer's log.
This will be my final report to the Enterprise.
Just as changes in evolution
are known to be caused by changes in the environment
we now know the process also works in reverse.
An attempt to control human evolution
has resulted in a new species
that's lethal to its predecessors.
The children will be condemned
to live out their lives in isolation.
The quarantine of the Darwin Station
must be maintained forever.
I am sorry I could not be more helpful, Doctor.
You did everything you could, Commander.
As androids go, you're in a class by yourself.
Doctor...
Please.
Give my best to the Captain.
Enterprise, Commander Data ready to beam aboard.
Captain
Kate knew what she was doing.
I wish I could be certain that we'd tried everything.
Commander Data is ready to come aboard, sir.
You have the Bridge, Number One.
No life-forms present, sir.
You may step down, sir.
Data, tell me, if...
It's good to see you again.
Thank you, sir.
Now, quickly-- if the changes in Dr. Pulaski's DNA were reversed
would it be possible...
It is not reversible, sir.
The subtle molecular transposition...
Yes, yes, yes...
but say if it were "undone"
would she be normal again?
As normal as ever, sir.
You said that the transporter could be modified
to filter out the changes in Dr. Pulaski.
Yes, sir, but we were unable to locate her trace pattern.
Well...
what if we used a sample of her DNA--
say, um, from a blood test--
taken before she was exposed to the disease--
could that be used to filter out the genetic changes?
Well, I'd have to get into the bio-filter bus
and patch in a molecular matrix reader.
That's no problem.
But the waveform modulator will be overloaded
without the regeneration limiter
in the first stage circuit.
Hmm, interesting.
However, theoretically...
Data. Yes, sir.
Can you do the modifications?
I think so, sir.
Then make it so.
You heard what he said.
Let's get those panels off.
A blood test, a tissue sample--
anything that would have
a sample of Dr. Pulaski's original DNA.
No, sir, her records were shipped
by way of Starfleet Headquarters.
They have not caught up with us yet.
This is ridiculous.
A cell, a single cell...
Let's check her quarters.
Anything-- a fingernail, a hair...
Hairbrush.
It has a follicle, sir.
Live cells.
Darwin Station, this is the Enterprise.
PULASKI: Go ahead, Captain.
I'm here.
PICARD: Doctor, we may have a solution.
We have a sample of your normal DNA
to use as a filter in the transporter.
We think that we can beam you aboard
while filtering out
any of the genetic problems caused by the disease.
Interesting theory, Captain.
If it works, we could use the same technique
to save Dr. Kingsley
and her colleagues.
I think you should know this has never been attempted before.
Well, I'll tell you one thing.
If I live through this...
I'll have a much better understanding of geriatrics.
All set, Chief?
Almost ready, sir.
There's just one thing.
Yes?
This modification's one way only.
If it doesn't work
we won't be able to reverse-transport
the Doctor back to the planet.
Then, I'll operate the transporter controls myself.
If she's going to be consigned to oblivion, then...
Thank you, sir.
I'll be monitoring the medical scans
but you'll be able to tell if it's worked
by watching the stack.
Dr. Pulaski, are you ready?
I suppose I am, Captain.
Here we go.
PICARD: It's not working.
O'BRIEN: Captain, wait.
( beeping )
Doctor.
Good to see you, Doctor.
Welcome back, Doctor.
Come.
Captain, if this hadn't worked...
if...
If this hadn't worked
it would have been necessary
to beam your energy into empty space.
And spread my atoms across the galaxy.
Yes, I'm sorry...
No, no, don't be sorry.
Every time I get into the damned thing
I'm convinced that's what's going to happen.
Chief Medical Officer's Log, supplemental.
The adults of Darwin station
have been restored to normal health
using our transporter.
They will remain on Gagarin IV
and continue their research in hopes of one day
rejoining their children.
Impulse speed.
There she is, Captain.
Scientists believe no experiment is a failure
that even a mistake advances the evolution of understanding.
Close to 40 kilometers.
40 kilometers. Aye, sir.
But all achievement has a price.
For one brief glimpse
at the mysterious blueprint of human evolution
the men and women of the USS Lantree
paid with their lives.
Their sacrifice is thus noted in this scientist's log.
Number One.
Lieutenant Worf, arm the photon torpedoes.
Torpedoes ready, Commander.
AUTOMATED VOICE: Extreme caution.
The USS Lantree is a quarantined vessel
by order of Starfleet Command.
Do not board.
Gentlemen.
Extreme caution.
The USS Lantree is a quarantined vessel
by order of Starfleet Command.
Do not board.
Set course and speed for Star Station India.
WESLEY: Course and speed set, sir.
Engage.