- Lieutenant, Ensign. - Hey, Seven.
The potato salad isn't bad.
I do not require nutrition at this time. I would like to talk with you.
- OK. - What is your place of origin?
You mean where am I from? I was born in South Carolina...
Explain why you became a member of the Maquis.
It was through Chakotay.
- I met him... Actually he saved my life... - List the sports you play.
I've dabbled in a few. Tennis, parrises squares. My favourite is volleyball...
- Specify foods you find enjoyable. - What is this?
Describe your relationship with Paris.
- OK, that's it. - Computer, freeze program.
- What are you doing? - Exactly what you instructed me to do.
I hardly think so.
I'm helping you become more sociable, not to practise alienating people.
You told me how to carry on a conversation.
- That's true. - People should feel an interest in them.
Asking them about themselves is a way of demonstrating interest.
That doesn't mean interrogating them.
Let them answer. Listen to them.
Ask another question on the same subject.
Shall we try again?
I'm overdue for my medical maintenance. We should go.
- You've not volunteered for that before. - It is preferable to remaining here.
- What have we got here? - A Mutara-class nebula.
With a few trace constituents not in our database in minute quantities.
The nebula is vast. It extends beyond the reach of our sensors.
Then I guess we won't try to go around it.
- Take us in at one half impulse. - Yes, ma'am.
I'm detecting a slight radioactive field. It's...
Harry?
Nothing. It's just a headache coming on.
- Maybe you should go to sickbay. - Maybe so...
Captain...
Oh, God!
Tom, turn us around. Get us out of here.
Janeway to sickbay. We need help.
What's happened?
Seven, go to the bridge.
Treat the burns.
Course laid in.
We've cleared the nebula.
All stop.
He's dead.
The nebula extends for 110 light years, possibly more.
At the least, it would take us a month to get through it.
And more than a year to get around it.
The crew couldn't tolerate the nebula for a few minutes.
They could not survive a month.
We've come 15,000 light years.
We've survived anomalies, warp core breaches and hostile aliens.
I am damned if I'm going to be stopped by a nebula.
I'll be in sickbay.
I've analysed a sample of the gases.
The damage came from subnucleonic radiation.
The briefest exposure is devastating to tissue.
- Can you give us any protection? - Yes. Stasis chambers.
Independent life-support for each unit.
Are you suggesting that the entire crew be put in suspended animation?
Yes. I would stay on-line in order to monitor everyone.
This a drastic step, Doctor. Are there other options?
I've considered all possibilities. This is the only way.
There's more to getting through than monitoring the crew.
Who would regulate systems?
I've demonstrated my command of the rudimentary aspects of piloting.
You have and I know that you could do it. But you'll need backup.
We have no idea of the effect of the radiation on your holo-matrix.
What if you went off-line?
One other crew member seemed unaffected by the nebula.
I want you to understand the seriousness of this responsibility.
The lives of the crew will be on your shoulders.
- You doubt my ability? - Ordinarily not at all.
But this is an unusual situation.
After being in the collective...
it wasn't easy for you to adjust to a ship with only 150 people on it.
How would you feel with only the Doctor for company?
- I will adapt. - Humans don't react well to isolation.
Borg drones have even more difficulty.
As you've pointed out, I am neither human, nor Borg.
I can do this, Captain.
All right.
I'll work to draw up a list of duties. But let me make it clear.
The Doctor will be in command. You'll follow his instructions.
- Follow the orders of a hologram. - He's our chief medical officer.
He is thoroughly grounded in Starfleet protocols. You will report to him.
I understand.
The Doctor is preparing the stasis units. They'll be ready by 1700 hours.
- How long will this be for? - We don't know for certain.
At least a month, maybe longer if the nebula is larger than we estimate.
I've never been in long-term stasis. Are there side effects?
The Doctor says it will be just like taking a nap.
Our cardiopulmonary systems will be slowed, neural activity suspended.
We'll wake up feeling well rested.
Things can go wrong. That's what I've read.
We will be monitored by Seven and the Doctor.
They'll check our vital signs daily and take care of any other problems.
I assume that we've explored all the alternatives?
We're all feeling uneasy about this.
I'd be lying if I said I don't have concerns myself.
I think it's about loss of control.
We always feel better if we're in charge of our own circumstances.
In stasis, we're giving up that control. No Starfleet officer likes to do that.
But crews have been in stasis longer than a month. We can handle this.
All right. You're free until 1700 hours.
I'll make a ship-wide announcement when the Doctor is ready.
Something else?
Tell me that this isn't a mistake.
- Your turn to get reassurance? - Maybe.
My concern is about who you're leaving in charge.
- Seven? - Step outside yourself for a minute.
She has butted horns with you since she came on board.
She disregards authority and disobeys orders she doesn't agree with.
This the person I'm giving responsibility for the lives of this entire crew.
You want me to tell you I'm not crazy?
In a nutshell.
I know your bond with Seven is unique. It's different from everyone else's.
You've seen things in her that no one else could.
- Help me understand those things. - It's just instinct.
Something inside me says she can be redeemed.
In spite of her insolent attitude, I believe she wants to do well by us.
- That's good enough for me. - See you at 1700 hours.
If I have to take a nap for a month, I'd rather do it in my quarters.
Everyone is being relocated so we can monitor you more easily.
- Hop in. - Come on, Tom. Sleepy time.
- What if we had to get out in a hurry? - You can unlock the unit from inside.
Do I detect claustrophobia, Lieutenant?
Why do they design these things like coffins?
Should we replicate a teddy bear?
Sleep tight.
Have no worries, Captain. You'll go to sleep
and then I'll be telling you we're through the nebula.
I'm leaving this ship in good hands. I have every confidence in both of you.
See you in a month.
It's just the two of us now.
Personal log, Seven of Nine. Stardate 51929.3.
This is the tenth day of our journey through the Mutara Nebula.
I've created an efficient daily routine.
Nutritional supplement 14-beta-7.
Computer, adjust heading by 0.347 degrees starboard.
Course adjusted.
- Seven of Nine to the Doctor. - Yes?
Paris has left his stasis unit and is unconscious.
I'll be right there.
He's more claustrophobic than I thought.
- But he hasn't suffered any ill effects. - Is this likely to happen again?
People do sometimes come out of stasis and wander.
Mr Paris is just as much trouble now as when he's awake.
You knew this may happen. Why complain?
With a sense of humour you'd realise I was making a small joke.
Very small.
Give me his vital signs. Please.
Pulse 42. Body temperature 97.6. Blood pressure 100 over 50.
- Good. - I will continue on my rounds.
- We're paying a visit to the holodeck. - I have no time for frivolity.
This isn't frivolous. It's essential.
You've been getting more irritable each day.
- So have you. - Because of you.
You need a brush-up course in how to get along with people.
There is no one here to get along with.
I'm here. This isn't a suggestion and it's not a request. It's an order.
- Try one, Commander. - Thank you, Neelix.
- Captain? - Thank you. What have we here?
Delicious!
Join the party, Seven. It's no fun to stand there by yourself.
- I have no desire to have fun. - No?
I'm attempting to recalibrate the warp field in order to resist the radiation.
I understand you have some knowledge of warp field theory?
Perhaps you could assist me.
I'd be happy to give it a try. Let's see.
- The subspace field matrix looks right. - Captain.
- Excuse me a minute. - Perhaps you could help.
We're attempting to find a stronger warp field calibration.
How interesting. Maybe if we vary the EM stress parameters
the warp field dynamic would increase.
Excellent idea, Captain. If the warp coils were rephased
it would increase power to the nacelles.
We must also compensate for an induction drag on the engines.
Pardon me, Captain. Mr Neelix.
Computer, freeze program.
You're missing the point of this.
You're meant to be mingling, not working on engineering problems.
You ordered me to participate. You didn't specify topics.
You know what purpose this program is supposed to serve.
- It serves no purpose. - Because you're being perverse.
Holodecks are pointless, fulfilling a human need to fantasise.
- I have no such need. - You need to edit your self-expression.
Between impulse and action, a realm of good taste begs to meet you.
- Your self-expression is ponderous. - I can't put up with this.
- We can avoid one another. - I wish it were that simple.
You must report to me four times daily.
We can minimise those reports.
Warning. Emergency procedures in effect.
What is the nature of the emergency?
The antimatter storage tanks are failing.
A cascade effect is in progress.
Warp field coils are compromised and the primary deuterium tank is rupturing.
We must eject the antimatter tanks.
We've got to coordinate the effort. You go to engineering, I'll go to the bridge.
- Doctor to Seven. - Yes, Doctor.
Engineering is flooded with plasma.
I can survive long enough to eject the assembly.
Plasma conduits are rupturing on decks 7 and 13.
I can do it.
There's been another plasma discharge.
The hull is breaching. Get out!
Seven, do you hear me?
It's all right, Doctor. False alarm.
Look here. I think I've found the problem.
There are malfunctions in a number of neural gel packs.
As a result, false readings were fed to the sensors.
We must repair them.
They're in sequence 6-theta-9.
We'll need replacement packs and a... repair kit.
These tubes weren't designed with creature comfort in mind.
The ship builders should have created a space where you can walk upright.
They didn't. It doesn't help to complain now.
I'll complain if I want to. It's comforting.
We can access sequence 6-theta-9 from this junction.
Odd. I've never seen this kind of neural activity in the gel packs.
- In what sense? - Neurodes are discharging randomly.
I imagine the nebula activity is causing it.
I'll take this for further study.
I'll reroute the command processors to bypass this.
This journey is exciting. I can't complain of being bored.
Since you find it comforting, you'll find something else to complain about.
No doubt. You really should try it.
- What's happening? - My program is degrading.
I must get to sickbay.
- Hurry! - I am hurrying.
My program may be irretrievable.
- Panic is counter-productive. - You're not facing cybernetic oblivion.
- Doctor? - If that happens again, I'm a goner.
Home sweet sickbay. I never thought I'd be so glad to see these walls.
Give me the emitter.
The modulator is damaged.
You're right. I can't risk using it. I'm stuck here.
The nebula is effecting all the ship's technology.
We still have weeks to go.
It's up to you to keep the ship running. We can't afford to break down now.
I won't disappoint you.
0600 hours. Regeneration sequence complete.
Personal log, Seven of Nine. Stardate 51932.4.
The 29th day in the Mutara Nebula.
I believe I am beginning to feel the effects of prolonged isolation.
My dreams have been disturbing.
But I am determined to fulfil my responsibilities.
I have taken on increasing duties.
The ship's systems require constant maintenance to avert disaster.
This morning I must purge the auxiliary plasma vents. End log.
Computer, trim heading by 0.31 degrees port.
Computer, respond.
Computer, trim heading by 0.31 degrees port.
Attempting to make correction.
- Unable to comply. - Manual override.
Computer, initiate a diagnostic of your command processors.
Diagnostic in progress.
- Astrometrics. - Diagnostic complete.
Analyse.
Quantum failures are present in 33% of gel pack relays.
Reroute all functional relays through subprocessor chi-14.
Rerouting complete. Relay failures bypassed.
Display Voyager's current position within the nebula.
How long to complete passage through the nebula?
- Six days, five hours. - Six days.
Seven, help!
Proximity alert. Vessel approaching. The vessel is hailing.
- Open a channel. - Channel open.
This is Voyager. State your identity.
I am Trajis Lo-Tarik. I need a microfusion chamber.
- Would you trade? - Why are you in this nebula?
Trying to get through it. As I imagine you are.
- Do you have liquid helium? - I have an ample supply.
I'll beam you to our cargo bay.
Seven of Nine. That's an unusual name.
- How did you get it? - It was my Borg designation.
Borg?
Never heard of them.
- Are you alone on this ship? - No. The crew is here in stasis.
- Our doctor is in sickbay. - I'm pilot and crew on my ship.
Fortunately, I happen to be resistant to the effects of the nebula.
What about your technology? Radiation is causing damage to ours.
I've had to rebuild my engines twice already.
If you've been in the nebula for three weeks, you're doing well.
I'm hopeful our propulsion system will remain operational.
I was surprised to find another ship headed towards me.
No one has ever managed to cross the nebula.
It is necessary.
I'm here by choice. I'm determined to be the first to get through.
I've tried five times before and failed. But this time I'm sure I'll make it.
- I want to see what's on the other side. - Nothing remarkable.
But I'll be the first of my kind to see it.
Tell me, how are you handling the loneliness?
- What do you mean? - You know.
No matter what you say, you're all alone here.
The microfusion chamber you requested.
I've heard that drones hate being alone.
- They're too used to the collective. - How could you know that?
- It's true, isn't it? - You said you've not heard of the Borg.
Don't be offended. I've no grudge with them.
You have what you wanted. Leave.
I thought we could keep each other company for a while.
- Maybe have something to eat. - No.
And if I want to stay longer?
You will not be accommodated.
There's no need for this. I mean you no harm.
I think you're paranoid. That's what loneliness can do to you.
You'd be a lot better off to spend some time with me.
- We could get to know each other. - Quiet.
Seven, help me.
Seven!
Seven of Nine to the Doctor. We have an intruder on board.
He must have a cloaking device. Sensors show no alien lifesigns.
I'm making progress on my mobile emitter but I still can't leave sickbay.
You'll have to track him down. Arm yourself and use extreme caution.
Warning. Deuterium tank levels are fluctuating
beyond acceptable tolerances.
- The computer needs a stimulant. - It's experiencing relay failures.
I haven't performed my duties.
Keep an eye out for the alien. We have to assume he's up to no good.
Seven?
Are you frightened?
I am Borg.
Who's there?
Seven, help me.
Seven...
I'm dying, Seven. Don't let me die.
The lives of the crew are on your shoulders.
Seven, help me.
Help, Seven.
We need you, Seven.
I'm dying, Seven.
Seven of Nine. That's an unusual name. How did you get it?
Don't want to answer me? I don't mind. I know you're not yourself today.
You may be interested in what I'm doing now.
I know your sensors can't detect me.
If you want to know where I am, you'll have to ask.
Playing stubborn? That could lead to an unfortunate accident.
To prove I'll give you a fair chance, I'll ask you...
What would happen if the structural integrity of the warp coils collapsed?
You wouldn't have much time to keep them from rupturing.
I couldn't bring myself to destroy your ship.
- I hope you're not afraid of the dark. - Where are you?
Finally. I'm glad you're responding. It'll be more interesting if we play together.
- Your location? - A long way from you.
On the bridge. Command centre of your ship, I believe.
- I can do anything from here. - Seven, help!
- Seven to Trajis. Are you still there? - Do you think I'd leave now?
- I am enjoying this game. What's next? - That's better.
Imagine that one of the torpedoes was activated but not ejected.
I'd have to get to the torpedo bay quickly.
Even then you might be too late. But you have to try.
Let's play another game.
Imagine that oxygen on the bridge is depleted.
- What? - What might be the result?
Computer, seal the bridge with a level-3 force field.
Bridge sealed.
- Seven of Nine to the Doctor. - I'm here.
I have incapacitated the alien. He will not trouble us again.
Good. My mobile emitter is back on-line. Where are you?
- Engineering. - I'll be right there.
I have interesting news about the neural gel packs.
In your heart you knew you'd see me again.
You can't defeat me. You're too weak.
- Don't come any closer. - You hated being alone.
You felt vulnerable, afraid.
- Because you know what you are. - Stop!
You thought you could become human. But now you know that's impossible.
You're Borg. That's what you're meant to be. One of many.
But your days of power are gone. You're alone now.
- Weak, pathetic. - Don't come closer or I'll kill you.
- Seven? - Be careful. He's dangerous.
Who were you talking to?
- Where did he go? - There's no one else here.
- He was. He was right here. - Seven! You're hallucinating.
- No, I saw him! - There was no one else in this room.
- I imagined him? - Yes.
I heard Lieutenant Paris call for help. I saw him and the others.
- Did I imagine them as well? - I believe so.
I studied the gel pack. The radiation was degrading the synaptic relays.
I'm guessing there's been a similar effect on your Borg implants.
The radiation could be altering your neurotransmitter levels.
That would explain why you are hearing voices, seeing images.
- They seemed real. - Hallucinations usually are.
That's what makes them so frightening.
Once, when a drone, I was separated from the collective for two hours.
I experienced panic and apprehension.
I am feeling that way now.
I'll do everything I can to help you. We'll get you to sickbay.
An anti-psychotic may help until I determine which functions are affected.
What was that?
Primary EPS conduits are overloaded.
I tied my mobile emitter into the EPS conduits.
- Computer, access the EPS conduits. - Unable to comply.
My program's going off-line.
Warning. Primary EPS conduits overloading.
- Secondary systems are failing. - You've got to hang on.
- Everything depends on you now. - I cannot function alone.
You have to. You're the only way we can survive.
No!
Display Voyager's current position within the nebula.
You won't make it.
How long before Voyager is out of the nebula?
- 17 hours, 11 minutes. - That's an eternity.
- Go away. - Try to shut me out, but it won't work.
Warning. Propulsion system failure in progress.
Seven of Nine. Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix Zero One.
You have left the collective. It was foolish.
Now you are alone. You have lost the many. You are only one.
You have become human. Weak, pathetic.
Humans do not have our strength. They are imperfect. So are you.
You cannot survive without the collective.
- I will adapt. - By becoming weaker, less perfect.
- I will adapt as an individual. - One. One alone.
- A Borg cannot be one. - I will become stronger.
A Borg cannot be one. She will die as one.
Weak, detached, isolated. One Borg cannot survive.
- I am an individual. I will survive alone. - No. You are weak.
You will die alone.
He's right.
You're in pain, Seven. I can help you.
Bridge.
You don't have to beg me. You don't even have to ask.
- All you have to do is make a choice. - I can survive alone.
- That's where you belong. - No.
End your pain. Walk through that door and you'll never be alone again.
- It's not real. - Resistance is futile.
Bridge.
- You look a little worse for wear. - I didn't know she was still on board.
- I never wanted her here. - She won't be here long.
- She can't survive. - How long will she last?
She'll fall apart soon.
Then everybody will die.
I put my trust in her. I should have known better.
Warning. Propulsion system failure in progress.
- What is she doing? - Keeping the engines on-line.
- Think she can do it? - I'll lay odds she can't.
- When will the ship clear the nebula? - 41 minutes.
- She won't make it. - That's an eternity.
Computer, reroute power from environmental controls to the engines.
Propulsion system failure in progress.
Reroute all power to the engines.
Propulsion systems have failed. All engines are off-line.
She's got herself a real problem now.
She's taken power from every system and it's not enough.
But if she fails, everyone on board will die.
What do you think she'll do?
She's thinking that if she takes power from the stasis units,
she may get those engines back on-line.
- That means sacrificing crew. - That wouldn't bother her.
What matters to Seven is efficiency. Sacrificing a few would be efficient.
She's already killed millions.
Computer, divert power from stasis units 1 to 10
and reroute to propulsion.
- Engines are back on-line. - Resume course.
- Look at that. She did it. - But those disconnected will die.
I win. I knew she didn't care about them.
Come to watch them die?
Warning. Power to stasis units has failed.
How long till we're through the nebula?
- 11 minutes. - They won't last that long.
What do you do now, Seven? It's all up to you.
Computer, cut life-support and reroute power to stasis units.
That will keep them alive but what about you?
No oxygen, no heat.
Goodbye, Seven.
I am Seven of Nine.
I am alone but I will adapt.
I will...
She's coming to.
- Not so fast. Get your bearings first. - The crew?
We came through the nebula in fine shape thanks to you.
We almost lost you. The Doctor found you unconscious.
He woke the crew.
He tells us you've had quite an adventure.
It was... interesting.
When you're rested I'd like to hear about it.
I'm proud of you. You performed admirably.
I'm glad I was able to help.
Neelix, this soup is great. What is it?
It's my secret recipe. I've never told anyone what's in it.
- That makes me nervous. - Where's your sense of adventure?
Food and mystery don't go together.
- I like to know what I'm eating. - Coward.
Paris and Torres, Ensign Kim.
I'm surprised to see you here.
- May I join you? - Sure. Have a seat.
- Have some soup. It's actually edible. - I don't require nourishment now.
I felt the need for companionship.
After a month with only the Doc for company, I can understand it.
What was that like, just the two of you?
- He was helpful. I cannot fault him. - Well, we owe you one.
We could have died in those coffins.
You would have found a way out before that.
What do you mean?
Lieutenant Paris refused to stay confined.
The Doctor and I had to put him back in his stasis unit.
Were you locked in dark closets as a child?
I just don't like closed places. I never have, I don't know why.
Perhaps you dislike being alone.
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