Captain's log, star date 45959.1.
The Enterprise has been recalled to Sector 001 on a priority mission.
Evidence has been discovered of extraterrestrials on Earth
five centuries ago.
Work crews installing seismic regulators found some artefacts.
And they date back to the late 1 9th century?
The bifocal visual aid is typical of the era.
The weapon is a .45 calibre double-action cavalry pistol
invented by Colt Firearms in 1 873.
Here, look inside the watch.
How are extraterrestrials related to these discoveries?
There was a problem with the regulators.
Something inside the cavern was interfering with them.
It turned out to be the cavern itself.
The rock face has been altered by exposure to triolic waves.
Which you won't find on Earth in either the 1 9th or 24th century.
The by-product of an energy source, used by few species
because it is harmful to living tissue.
No one has been in or out of this cavern in centuries.
So we are left with a 500-year-old mystery.
There are greater experts on Earth to investigate your mystery.
Why bring the Enterprise all the way home?
As we continued our excavation, we found one other thing.
We've tried to leave everything as we found it.
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's log, star date 45960.2.
We have transported the materials from the cavern back to the ship.
I wish I could be as dispassionate about the implications
as my second officer.
There is a 1 2-percent decomposition of bitanium in the neural links.
That suggests the alloys...
Data, how can you look inside that,
analyze the decomposition, without...
- Emotion, sir? - Yes.
I am simply being objective.
- Is this yours? - I believe so.
Could it be Lore?
No, sir. My brother's positronic brain
has a type-L phase-discriminating amplifier.
- Mine is a type R. - Type R?
Can you tell how long this has been in the cavern?
Decomposition indicates life ended approximately 500 years ago.
That is consistent with the other artefacts.
Your head is not an artefact!
In relative terms, no.
Nevertheless, it seems my life is to end in the 1 9th century.
- Not if we can help it. - It cannot be prevented, sir.
At some future date I will be sent back to 1 9th-century Earth,
where I will die.
It has occurred. It will occur.
I can't tell you exactly who the aliens were,
but I have found out a few things.
The rock face tells us we're dealing with a species
with microcentrum cell membranes.
Triolic waves wouldn't harm them.
- They might be shape-shifters. - They may have appeared as humans?
It isn't anybody we've run into before.
Nothing matches up with any known life forms.
What does match is a cellular fossil which might have hitched a ride.
- A cellular fossil? - A microscopic, ciliated life form.
Not unlike a thousand other single-cell life forms.
Except this particular one is LB1 0445.
And LB1 0445 is only known to exist on one place.
Devidia II, in the Marrab sector.
- Number One, lay in a course. - On my way.
So, do you want to talk about it?
You refer to the foreknowledge of my death?
I have no particular desire to discuss the matter.
- Do you need to talk about it? - Yeah!
Data, this has got to bother you a little.
On the contrary. I find it rather comforting.
I have often wondered about my own mortality as I see others age.
Until now it was possible I would live an unlimited period of time.
Although some might find this attractive,
to me it only reinforces the fact that I am artificial.
I never knew how tough this was for you.
Tough? As in difficult?
Knowing that you would outlive all your friends.
- I expected to make new friends. - True.
And then to outlive them as well.
Now that you know you might not?
It provides a sense of completion to my future.
In a way, I am not that different from anyone else.
- I can now look forward to death. - I never thought of it that way.
One might also conclude, it brings me one step closer to being human.
- I am mortal. - Picard to bridge officers.
Approaching the Devidia System. Report to your stations.
See you later. Let's get together for a game of chess or something.
That sounded like a very intense talk.
Yeah. They found Data's head a mile beneath San Francisco.
Been down there about five centuries.
That's why the Enterprise has been sent back to Earth.
- I didn't realize. - It's something, isn't it?
He seems fine about it. Better than I am.
Well, I'd better get to Engineering.
- I heard about Data. - Yeah.
It's having an unusually traumatic effect on everyone.
If you don't want to talk, it's OK.
I'm fine! Just...
- Angry. - I'm not angry.
Yeah, I'm angry.
Why should I be angry?
Because it reminds us of our own mortality.
I just don't want to believe it.
Have you heard Data define friendship?
How did he put it?
"As I experience sensory input patterns,
my mental pathways become used to them."
"The inputs are anticipated and even missed when absent."
- So what's the point? - He's used to us, and we to him.
It's like finding out a loved one has a terminal illness...
- Data! - Counsellor. Commander.
Would either of you mind if I made a personal inquiry?
A personal inquiry? No, go right ahead.
I perceive an apparent change in the way others behave toward me.
For example, people abruptly end conversations when I appear,
as you did when the turbo lift doors opened.
Is that an accurate observation?
- Not at all. - Yes.
You're right, Data. And it's not a very nice thing to do.
It's just that our mental pathways have become accustomed
to your sensory input patterns.
I am also fond of you, Commander. And you as well, Counsellor.
- We're in orbit. - Any sign of life?
- Negative, sir. - Captain.
Sensors are picking up an unusual temporal disturbance
on the planet's surface.
42 degrees, seven minutes north by 88 degrees, declination east.
Standard orbit at those coordinates.
Spectral analysis shows a high level of triolic waves.
Any correlation with the readings from Earth?
Affirmative, sir. The magnetic signature is identical.
Are the waves dangerous for humanoids?
Only with long-term exposure, sir.
- Take an away team. - Worf, Geordi, Troi.
Join me in transporter room three.
- Commander. - Mr. Data.
I need you to monitor the sensor readings during this investigation.
Captain, may I speak to you alone?
Sir, it is standard for the second officer to accompany the away team.
Yes, yes, Mr. Data. I am aware of that.
Your decision is related to the discovery...
I think it is reasonable to take precautions.
There is no rational justification for this course.
Then I'll be irrational!
It is possible that my death will not occur for years. Even centuries.
I hope that's true. However, this investigation began with your death.
I'm trying to see it doesn't end that way.
I appreciate your concern.
But, to employ an aphorism, one cannot cheat fate.
Perhaps we can't, Mr. Data. But at least we can give it a try.
The concentration of triolic waves falls off about here.
It increases the closer in we go.
What's the source? Something underground?
- Negative. - What's the explanation?
I don't have one yet.
La Forge to Enterprise. Run a spectral-field correlation.
Let's see if these readings are related to the temporal distortions.
There's life here.
A child. An old woman.
Dozens more, hundreds. Terrified.
My God, Will, they're human.
Troi's convinced they're human.
They may be trapped somehow. We're not sure.
The results of my temporal analysis may be pertinent.
It indicates a synchronic distortion in the areas emanating triolic waves.
That explains a few things. How much, Data?
A positive displacement of .004 percent.
Well, whatever or whoever is there, we're out of phase with it,
by only a fraction of a second.
That would make them invisible?
A millisecond, a year, it makes no difference.
If what we're reading is true,
we're occupying the same space, but in a different time.
- How do we compensate? - We can manipulate the distortion.
Maybe. If we were to create a contained subspace force field.
But to get a .004 variance, we need a very sensitive phase discriminator.
- We don't have one that comes close. - Yes, we do.
It is built into my positronic decompiler.
It will be necessary for me to join the away team, sir.
Proceed, Mr. Data.
- Mr. Data. - Sir.
Let me give you a hand with that.
Once the force field is adjusted, I will no longer be visible.
However, you will still be able to hear me.
If you will help me test the comm system?
My voice will go out on a delay correlated to the phase adjustment.
That should allow me to maintain verbal contact.
- Will we be able to talk to you? - No, sir. That will not be possible.
The subspace field is established. You're set to go, Data.
Adjusting the synchronic distortion.
I have made visual contact. There are life forms here.
They are either unaware of me or choosing to ignore me.
I am moving 10 meters north to observe more closely.
They range from two to three meters in height. Silver-grey in colour.
They have four limbs. No eyes or ears are noticeable.
There is a single orifice where a humanoid forehead would be.
They are reclined against the rock,
surrounding some sort of apparatus approximately 1.5 meters in height.
It is releasing what appear to be energy fragments,
which are ingested by the entities.
Perhaps some sort of nourishment.
The upper portion of the apparatus seems to hold the energy segments.
There are hundreds, perhaps thousands, of these fragments inside.
I have resumed the northerly course. There is no evidence yet of humans.
OK, that's enough, Data. Come on back now.
I have encountered another life form, an ophidian.
It seems to be restricted by a force field.
Two of the silver-grey entities are approaching it.
They have released the force field.
I am reading a temporal distortion of massive proportions.
The ophidian... is time&space continuum.
..caught in... I am attempting...
Cmdr Riker, report.
We've lost him.
I'm searching for two individuals with an ophidian.
Could you help out a forty-niner?
I fell down a shaft.
- I got blown up in a tunnel. - That is unfortunate.
Most unfortunate. I require large amounts of whiskey as a liniment.
- I am sorry, but I have no whiskey. - I'll take a dime.
I am sorry, but I have no form of legal tender.
Well, we're in the same boat, huh?
Well, this is my street. You'll have to find one of your own.
I would be happy to do so, but I am in search of information.
Stockbrokers are cheap as hell. Don't even bother to ask.
Your best handout is from a young fella with his lady.
You give him a chance to show her he's generous.
Steer clear of sailors.
Most likely you'll get a fist across your jaw for your trouble.
Thank you, but I'm trying to find two individuals with a snake.
You are an odd fella, aren't you?
But just don't be too particular where you get your funds from.
You need medical attention. I will get a doctor.
No, no, it's too late for that.
Could you help out a forty-niner?
Put it on Gentleman Jim. Knockout in the fifth.
Sir. I need temporary lodging.
Looks like the missus booted you out in the middle of the night.
I understand your misperception.
However, this is not sleepwear and I do not have a missus.
I am a Frenchman.
Everybody's from somewhere. That doesn't matter here.
- It's sixpence a day, or $4 a week. - I have no money.
Now, that matters.
But I can perform significant tasks, both mental and physical.
Perhaps your hotel would offer me a job.
Geez, I don't know. We're happy with the maid we've got.
Cook's decent. Dishwasher's drunk all day, but he gets here on time.
And there's me. I do everything else round here.
Lady Luck not with you tonight, Mr. Lane?
Poor fella. Hasn't filled a straight in weeks.
Go to blazes!
A poker face carved in marble.
- Excuse me, gentlemen. - What in hell do you want?
- I would like to join the game. - Pale face.
- I don't like Easterners. - I am a Frenchman.
Mes parents sont originaires du Bourgonais.
Je suis né á la New Orléans.
Alors, nous sommes presque fréres. Je suis heureux de vous connaitre.
The game is poker. The deal is yours. The ante is four bits.
- Family heirloom? - In a manner of speaking.
It is a crystalline composite of silicon, beryllium, carbon 70 and...
- Gold. - Gold.
I'll give you $3 for it.
Did you see their faces? I did all I could not to laugh.
To whom are you referring?
Frederick La Rouque and Joe Falling Hawk.
Those guys are card sharks.
Sure, they play easy at first not to scare off the marks,
but you give them a little time, they'll bleed a man dry.
Especially an out-of-towner like yourself.
What caused your jocular reaction?
- What was it you found humorous? - Don't you see?
They had you pegged for a sap.
Your clothes, the way you talk. It's like you were born yesterday.
- You sure fooled them. - I did not intend to deceive.
Well, have it your way.
This is the place. Breakfast is six to eight. Check-out's at noon.
It has been a pleasure.
It would be advisable to monitor that cough.
I have read that there is currently a cholera epidemic.
Never felt better.
Of course. The gratuity.
- Thank you for your assistance. - A dollar?!
If there's anything you need... It can get lonely in San Francisco.
You might want some company. I can introduce you to Lilian.
I have no need for companionship. But I do require some supplies.
Anything you need. I can get it wholesale.
I can get it for less than wholesale if you don't ask where it came from.
What do you need all this stuff for?
- I am an inventor. - No kidding!
Well, this stuff's gonna take a while.
I'll have to go clear across town.
And it won't be cheap.
- Will this be enough? - More than enough.
You may retain the surplus for yourself.
- Keep the change? - Exactly.
Help out a forty-niner.
Fell down a shaft.
Help me out.
Captain's log, supplemental.
Close-range sensor analysis has yielded no further trace of Data.
Despite repercussions among my crew, I must move this mission forward.
I can't accept he's dead and leave it at that.
- We cannot make Data a priority. - What is more important than Data?
Look at what we have so far.
Evidence that these aliens have been travelling in time to Earth.
What if they're trying to undermine our history?
Some kind of guerrilla war?
We must assume that there is a threat,
if not to us, then to 1 9th-century Earth, and determine what it may be.
Mr. La Forge, we need a way to communicate with the life forms.
It's not going to be easy to reproduce what Data did.
We can create a subspace field,
but we need a very sensitive phase discriminator to get .004 variance.
Can you build one?
It won't be as good as Data's.
- Will it be good enough? - I can try. It'll take some time.
I don't want anyone else going in alone.
I can create a large enough subspace field to encompass everyone.
But adjusting the phase inside it, that'll be the hard part.
Make it so.
We have to assume one thing, sir.
Wherever Data may be, he's also trying to get to the bottom of this.
He may have a better idea of what's going on,
so it's in our interest to find him.
Perhaps in the course of this investigation, we will. I hope so.
If we find Cmdr Data, it may be our fate to die with him in the past.
If our remains are in that cavern,
they would have turned to dust long ago.
I'm afraid to interrupt.
Captain, you didn't have to come all the way down here.
I'd have been happy to come up to you.
And miss all this?
I haven't seen such a complex operation
since the Academy lab final in exochemistry.
It's a Tzartak aperitif. It's very, very touchy.
You have to change the evaporation point of the main ingredient.
The temperature where it goes to vapour
must be half a degree below the body temperature of the customer.
When the liquid touches the tongue, it evaporates
and the flavour is carried entirely by the vapour.
A few molecules off, the vapour point crashes and puff! It's all gone.
What is it you wanted to see me about?
I hear you're sending an away team down to the surface.
Are you going?
It is rather unusual for you to be curious about an away mission.
Maybe it's an unusual away mission.
If you have something to say, I'm listening.
Starfleet captains don't usually accompany away teams.
- It's general policy. - This time, you have to.
You just do.
Do you remember the first time we met?
- Of course. - Don't be so sure.
I just mean, if you don't go on this mission,...
..we'll never meet.
- Sorry it took so long, Mr. Data. - Apology is not necessary.
Are you alright?
- I believe I overexerted myself. - Yeah, I'll say!
- Did you get it working? - Yes.
- Whatever it is. - This is for your trouble.
What are you gonna do with the anvil?
I require a low-intensity magnetic-field core.
The iron mass of the anvil will provide that.
What's it gonna be when it's finished?
What do you think it is "gonna be"?
If I were to guess, maybe a new kind of motor for a horseless carriage.
- That is a good guess. - Hot damn!
- You think there's money in them? - Perhaps.
Isn't that what makes America great?
To what are you referring?
A man rides into town in pyjamas, wins a grub stake at a poker table,
turns it into a horseless carriage and makes a million. That's America!
I have given you an erroneous impression.
You know, someday my ship's gonna come in.
- You have a ship? - Yeah.
It's full of gold. I'm just biding my time till it gets here.
Raising a stake any way I can.
I've been a newsie, cut fish at a cannery.
- I've even been an oyster pirate. - Quite a spectrum of occupations.
You can't stay in one place too long. I'm always looking for the angle.
Say, maybe we could go into business. Selling your horseless carriage.
You invent 'em, I sell 'em. I can sell anybody anything.
What do you say?
Your plan is a bit premature.
Keep it in mind, though.
I'd better get back.
I got you something at the bakery on Third.
- Thank you, Jack. - No.
It's on me, partner.
The eminent scientist Alfred Russel Wallace has revived the theory
that Earth is at the centre of the stellar universe.
This distinguished natural...
..philosopher has reaffirmed our planet
as the only habitable globe in the heavens.
A world, furthermore, constructed for the sole benefit of man.
He's got a lot of folks excited about the notion.
My dear Mr. Clemens, why do I think you are not one of them?
Your suspicions, Madam Guinan,
are undoubtedly based upon your keen observational skills.
Now, if you'll permit me,
I'll continue my character assassination unimpeded.
My dear Mr. Clemens, please do.
According to our best geologic estimate,
the Earth is approximately 1 00 million years of age,
perhaps a bit less, perhaps more.
Perhaps a great deal more.
Indeed. But regardless, it is ancient in the extreme.
Now, geology also tells us that man himself has existed
but for a microscopic fraction of those years.
Yes. Curious, isn't it,
that the world got by for such a great long while
with no humans around to fill up space?
I suppose Mr. Wallace and his supporters would say
that the Earth needed all that time
to prepare itself for our illustrious arrival.
the oyster alone probably required 1 5 million years
to get it to come out just right.
But if the Earth is not alone
and there are millions of inhabited planets in the heavens...
Quite my point. Man becomes a trivial creation, does he not?
Lost in the vastness of the cosmic prairie,
adrift on the deep ocean of time.
A single one amongst countless others.
Some may argue that a diamond is still a diamond
even if it is one amongst millions.
It still shines as brightly.
Someone might say that, dear lady,
if someone thought that the human race was akin to a precious jewel.
But this increasingly hypothetical someone...
..would not be me.
- Good afternoon, sir. - Good afternoon.
- I would like to speak to Guinan. - And you are...?
- Data. - Mr. Data.
- Could it be under another name? - No.
I can't find your name on the guest list.
I am a personal friend.
Madam Guinan has found many friends since the newspaper announcement,
but if your name is not on the list, there's nothing I can do.
- It is urgent that I see her. - Sir...
Unless you leave immediately, I will send for the police.
That is an excellent idea. I will wait for them in there.
Sir, please, you can't go in there!
- I must speak to you. - Forgive me. He barged in.
I am sorry for the disruption. He would not believe we were friends.
Do I know you, Mr. ...?
Data. Yes. We were on a ship together.
Well, I do so much travelling. What ship would that be?
- The Enterprise. - Is that a clipper ship?
- It is a starship. - Starship? What registry is that?
Of course! Mr. Data.
Excuse us. We have so much to catch up on. How are you?
- What exactly are you? - Android. Artificial life form.
Did my father send you?
- If he did, go back and tell him... - I was not sent by your father.
Circumstances demand I take you into my confidence.
- I require your assistance. - Sorry.
I am from the 24th century, where you and I serve on a starship.
We encountered a species threatening 1 9th-century Earth.
I was inadvertently pulled into their temporal vortex.
When I saw your photograph in the newspaper,
I assumed you had joined me from the future. From the Enterprise.
I knew you were long-lived,
but I did not realize you had visited Earth so long ago.
Eavesdropping is by no means a proper activity for a gentleman.
Nonetheless, the deed is done.
Captain's log, star date 45965.3.
An away team has beamed down
with a device that may enable them to phase-shift into the alien world.
OK, Counsellor, right over there.
The triolic waves end right here.
- Sir! - How soon will you be ready?
We're ready now, Captain.
Subspace field established.
I'd prefer you to monitor us from the bridge, Captain.
I have reason to believe my presence is imperative.
- Imperative? - Yes.
Mr. Worf, report back to the bridge.
Sir, as chief of security, my place is at your side.
The security of the Enterprise is of paramount importance.
- Worf to Enterprise. - Go ahead, sir.
Beam me up.
Proceed, Mr. La Forge.
This tricorder can interface with the subspace generator.
It should allow me to control the phase discrimination,
if this is going to work at all.
I need everyone inside the field.
Adjusting synchronic distortion.
If we can see them, why can't they see us?
We might not be far enough into their perceptual range.
These strands appear to be biomagnetic.
Variable flux. Possibly organic in origin.
A life form.
No. There's no life here.
What I have sensed is more like an imprint.
An echo of the last moment of life.
They all died in terror.
Oh, my God!
They're delivering more of them for the others to ingest.
Look at what he's carrying.