Pure, Concentrated Evil

 

“...I began to think about Evil like, like a disease. 

You know, that it goes from man to man or age to age. 

Most of us walk around thinking we're incapable of any Acts of Evil and we are. 

You know, we can stifle that momentary urge to kill or to hurt. 

We have some kind of immunity to it. 

But I think it's possible that there's... 

An occurrence in somebody's life, a tragedy or a loss that leaves them vulnerable, hurts their Immunity to Evil, 

and all of a sudden at that point in their lives when they're weakened —

They're open to Evil 

and they can become Evil.”

 “After The Navigator I wrote a book [Edge Of The Earth], started exploring more medieval imagery, and I came across engravings and so on that I hadn’t seen before. 

One of them was of A Devil being cast out of someone’s mouth. 

So on the plane over some of these images came to mind. 

By the time I got to LA, I had a complete story.”

— Vincent Ward

MORTICOCCUS, The GOD-BACTERIUM designed to strip Earth’s Heroes of their POWERS, had no effect on a LIVING DEAD MAN.

And The Villains had been INOCULATED.

“The method, as they call it, though it was more so a germ-line procedure of singular meta-scientific complexity, had been given to them by the alien colonists as a quid pro quo. The Syndicate would help them to create a population of alien hybrids who would hide in plain sight, cloned from human ova and alien bio-material, so there would be a clone race immune to the effects of the black oil when the return to the planet began. For this, the Syndicate would be sequestered, granted a sort of immunity or asylum, given a place in the grander scheme.

They were the Vichy government to the German "Final Solution" : collaborationists whose motivation was simple, self-directed survival. These cloning operations were spread across the country, the cataloging and record-keeping done through a complex intra-institutional system that connected to every branch of government, from the Social Security Administration to the Department of Defense.

"The operation, under the working title "Purity Control," had been launched in 1948, its original conception the brainchild of German scientists given immunity themselves for war crimes, and allowed to continue the eugenic experiments that were Hitler's dark legacy.

The Syndicate had begun as a subset of a shadow intelligence agency whose original orders were to create plausible denial and an effective cover-up of Purity Control. But through 50 years, numerous U.S. and U.N. administrations, the principals began to wrest control, accumulating power and influence across international borders, such that - by 1990 - the operation ceased to have a member accountable to any one government and whose only orders would be taken from a man named Strughold, a German industrialist who had fled his homeland to northern Africa.

These men, whose knowledge and access provided control of a foreseeable future, had, in spite of this, everything to lose. Their secret work, the cloning preparations and the cataloging, constituted their greatest vulnerability: exposure. Their detection would ensure not just their own demise but a far-reaching dissolution of social and religious order around the globe.

To protect against this, The Syndicate employed methods of disinformation, using covert government programs that had been regrettably discovered, as a kind of smokescreen - a dodge or blind where the transgressions of Congress-accountable agencies served to hide their own more odious undertaking.

They had even at times used the UFO phenomenon to create a hysteria that science and the intelligentsia denounced, so completely, as to make belief in believers seem ridiculous and completely discreditable.

They had also, in a crisis, used a tool of The Colonists themselves - alien bounty hunters who policed the cloning operations and enforced rule on the countdown to colonization. A double-edged sword whose cold-blooded tactics had helped to stem a leak or threat, but who also kept a watch on The Syndicate. 

A Threat in itself, as The Syndicate had something to hide that not even the colonists knew of : A Vaccine against The Black Oil, an inoculant against the substance in which the Alien Life Force was held - in fact, the very medium of The Life Force itself.

To guard this secret was perhaps even more critical than the truth of the existence of alien life, and of colonization. If The Syndicate's own secret vaccine were discovered, The Vaccine that would make themselves immune from the effects of The Black Oil, they would certainly be destroyed and the timetable for colonisation stepped up. They would protect this secret with their lives. They would kill to protect it, as it symbolized the only hope they had of avoiding enslavement when The Planet was overtaken.

That they had been able to, over decades, conduct their work on the vaccine undetected was the result of a code among the Syndicate members that put honor and the future above personal politics. But now this code was beginning to break down, an incipient scramble for power beginning to develop. A threat from within that doubled the threat from without: 

from agents Mulder and Scully, and the X-files.

[Shuttlecraft]

Armus has slithered over the shuttlecraft, and Troi has found her communicator doesn't work

ARMUS [OC]: 

Your friends have deserted you. 

They're not coming back.

TROI: 

You're wrong.

ARMUS [OC]: 

I killed one of them.

TROI: 

Yes. I know.

ARMUS [OC]: 

How could you be in there 

and know that?

TROI: 

I felt her die.

ARMUS [OC]: 

Do you want to know why I killed her?

TROI: 

Your Answer would be meaningless. 

That act had no reason.

ARMUS [OC]: 

Exactly. It had no meaning. 

I did it because I wanted to. 

It amused me.

TROI: 

No. You thought it would amuse you, but it didn't. 

You felt no satisfaction.

ARMUS [OC]: 

No. It was too easy.

TROI: 

You wanted her to suffer. 

You have a great need.

ARMUS [OC]: 

I need nothing.

TROI: 

Liar. End this. Let us go.

ARMUS [OC]: 

Not yet.

TROI: 

They won't give you What You Want.

ARMUS [OC]: 

And what is that?

TROI: 

To Break Their Spirit.

ARMUS : 

Oh, is that what I want? 

If breaking Their Spirit will amuse me, 

then that's what I will have.

TROI:

Never.

[Observation lounge]

CRUSHER: 

She didn't do anything. 

Her phaser was lowered.

DATA: 

She only wanted to get to Troi and Lieutenant Prieto.

RIKER: 

There was nothing provocative about what she did.

CRUSHER: 

She was killed in a brutal, senseless act.

PICARD: 

Lieutenant Yar's death is very painful for all of us. 

We will have to deal with it as best we can for now. 

Until the shuttle crew is safely beamed aboard this ship, 

our feelings will have to wait. 

Is that understood? 

Lieutenant Worf, you are now Acting Chief of Security.

WORF: 

I will do my best, sir.

PICARD: 

Doctor, what is the state of the shuttle crew?

CRUSHER: 

We're still receiving faint life signs, but the sensor readings are fluctuating. 

They may not be accurate.

DATA: 

Armus is capable of creating undefined forcefields. 

In effect, we are powerless to communicate or use the transporter unless it allows it.

PICARD: 

A creature against whom we seem to have no defence. 

Number One?

RIKER: 

It's down on that planet waiting for us to come back. 

It killed Tasha and it could have killed us, but it didn't. 

Deanna and Ben are alive for a reason, 

and it knows we're not going anywhere as long as they're still alive.

PICARD: 

Are you saying it's attack on Yar was not arbitrary but part of some tactic?

RIKER: 

The only way to find out is to go back down.

LAFORGE: 

Commander, I may be able to see something in The Creature which might be helpful.

PICARD: 

Agreed. Prepare your away team, Number One.

RIKER: 

Lieutenant Worf?

WORF: 

I will remain on The Ship. 

The object here is not to engage the creature in battle. 

The goal is the safe return of Counsellor Troi and Lieutenant Prieto. 

I can best accomplish this at the Tactical Station.

PICARD: 

Very good. Number One?

[Planet surface]

RIKER:

Enterprise.

PICARD [OC]: 

Number One.

RIKER:

We're approaching The Shuttlecraft. 

The Creature is covering it.

[Shuttlecraft]

ARMUS: 

I lied to you. They came back.

TROI : 

Let me Talk with Them.

ARMUS :

No.

TROI: 

Why? Does The Thought of 

My having contact with them 

make you uneasy?

ARMUS : 

No. Not being able to contact you, 

not knowing if you are alive, makes them uneasy. 

Can't you feel how worried they are?

TROI : 

Yes. Yes, they are worried.

ARMUS : 

They Care for You. 

You must be very special.

TROI: 

We are members of A Community. 

We all Care for one another.

ARMUS : 

Equally?

TROI :

You were really surprised they came back.

ARMUS : 

Yes.

TROI: 

Why? Because The Others did not?

ARMUS :

What Others?

TROI: 

You can't hide The Emptiness from me. 

The Others. The Ones Who Hurt You. 

Who left you alone, rejected. 

The Ones Who Make You So Angry.

ARMUS :

What do you know of Them?

TROI: 

Only what you tell me.

ARMUS : 

I will tell you nothing.

TROI :

Not now. But soon.

[Bridge]

WORF: 

Captain, look at this --

The force of the energy field around the shuttlecraft decreased for a few moments when The Creature was draped over it.

PICARD: 

But not low enough to beam them out.

WORF: 

Almost.

WESLEY: 

It's approaching The Away Team now, 

and the energy field over The Shuttlecraft is back to full intensity.

PICARD: 

Chart it. 

I want to see if there's A Pattern.

WORF: 

Aye, sir.

[Planet surface]

(Armus rises from his slick)

ARMUS: She said you'd be back.

RIKER: Then she is alive.

ARMUS: For now. Why have you returned?

RIKER: We have no choice. We're here to negotiate for our team. What do you want?

ARMUS: Maybe I want nothing.

RIKER: Then you would have killed all of us.

ARMUS: I still might.

RIKER: What do you want? Tell me. Maybe we can reach an accommodation.

ARMUS: If I tell you, will you give it to me?

RIKER: I might. It depends.

CRUSHER: I am a doctor. I need to treat our injured friends.

ARMUS: Say please.

CRUSHER: Please.

ARMUS: You ask nicely. I will allow it. Wait! I've changed my mind. Talk to her from here.

CRUSHER: How? Troi, can you hear me?

[Shuttlecraft]

BEVERLY [OC]: Deanna, are you all right?

TROI: Beverly?

[Planet surface]

TROI [OC]: I can hear you.

CRUSHER: Are you all right?

[Shuttlecraft]

TROI: Yes.

[Planet surface]

CRUSHER: We've encountered some difficulty.

[Shuttlecraft]

TROI: I know.

[Planet surface]

RIKER: She needs our help.

ARMUS: So what.

CRUSHER: Our friends are suffering only a few metres away, yet you block our path. Why?

ARMUS: You are all ungrateful.

CRUSHER: What is he made of?

DATA: It did not register on the tricorder.

ARMUS: It? Does that mean I am not alive?

DATA: No. Clearly you are some kind of intelligent form.

ARMUS: But you said I did not register on your instrument. Perhaps your instruments are useless.

(Data's tricorder and phaser fly away, and Geordi's visor falls to the ground. He gropes to find it)

ARMUS: Don't help him.

RIKER: Data.

DATA: Half metre to the right, Geordi.

(Armus moves it again)

ARMUS: Aren't you going to lead him to his sight again, robot?

DATA: No. You will just move it again, and I will not help you hurt him.

ARMUS: Then give it to him. I will find something else to amuse me.

(The slick covers the shuttlecraft again)

[Shuttlecraft]

ARMUS [OC]: You said they wouldn't amuse me. You were right.

TROI: And the emptiness remains. You sound so alone.

ARMUS [OC]: I am alone.

TROI: Abandoned. Who deserted you?

ARMUS [OC]: Creatures whose beauty now dazzles all who see them. They would not exist without me.

TROI: You were together?

ARMUS [OC]: They perfected a means of bringing to the surface all that was evil and negative within. Erupting, spreading, connecting. In time it formed second skin, dank and vile.

TROI: You.

ARMUS : 

Yes.

TROI: 

They discarded you and left.

ARMUS : 

And here I am.

TROI: 

You have my pity.

Armus gets angry and shakes The Shuttlecraft

ARMUS : 

Your Pity? 

Save that for yourself.

[Planet surface]

The team are not watching when Armus leaves The Shuttlecraft and approaches them. 

Riker is grabbed by an invisible force and dragged by the feet to the slick

RIKER: 

Help! Data, something's got me!

ARMUS:

Touch him and he dies.

RIKER: 

No! No, don't!

Riker disappears into the slick

DATA :

Enterprise?

[Bridge]

DATA : 

Armus has enveloped Commander Riker.

PICARD: 

I'm beaming you up.

[Planet surface]

ARMUS: 

If any of you leave now, 

he dies.

[Bridge]

ARMUS : 

And so do The Survivors of the crash.

Riker's screaming face appears in the slick, and sinks away again

Captain's log, supplemental. 

There is grave danger to the crew on Vagra Two. 

My first officer is missing, attacked by this entity known as Armus.

[Bridge]

WORF: 

Captain, perhaps you should look at this. 

We have the chart of the energy field surrounding The Shuttle.

PICARD:

There are a great deal of fluctuations.

WORF:

Yes, but there is A Pattern. 

Here is when it killed Lieutenant Yar, 

and here is when it absorbed Commander Riker.

PICARD: 

And here, here, where the energy is lowest?

WORF: 

Both times it had enveloped The Shuttle.

PICARD: 

It has something to do with Counsellor Troi. 

Somehow when it's dealing with her, 

the energy field is affected. 

I want to Talk to Her. 

I'm going to beam down.

Lieutenant Worf, you have the conn.

[Shuttlecraft]

Armus, and presumably Riker, are draped over The Craft again

TROI: 

Imzadi! No! 

Please, stop hurting him!

ARMUS : 

He resists. If he would give himself over, 

The Pain would diminish. 

He struggles. 

You should feel His Strength.

TROI: 

I can.

ARMUS [OC]: 

Should I let him go?

TROI:

You only ask to 

Torment Me.

ARMUS : 

Perhaps.

TROI: 

How should I answer? 

What can I offer except myself?

ARMUS [OC]: 

And would you give yourself for him? 

Would you give that much?

TROI: 

Yes. Without hesitation.

ARMUS : 

Just for him?

TROI: 

No, not just for him. 

I would do the same for any of the others. 

Armus, you have me. Let them go.

ARMUS [OC]: 

Perhaps. 

Ah, another has arrived.

[Planet surface]

Picard is with The Team. 

Armus slithers over to them

ARMUS: 

You are The One in Charge?

PICARD: (to Data) 

Is Commander Riker alive?

ARMUS:

Answer, Tin Man.

DATA: 

I would guess that Death is no longer sufficient entertainment to alleviate its Boredom. 

Therefore, Commander Riker is alive.

ARMUS:

Maybe. 

Don't you want to ask me 

What I Want?

PICARD: 

No.

ARMUS: 

Not even to protect Your Own Existence?

PICARD: 

I want to see My People in The Shuttle.

ARMUS: 

Entertain me. 

Picard shakes his head 

Then I will do it myself. You, Tin Man.

Data moves jerkily, and points his phaser at Beverly, then Picard

ARMUS: 

Now Tell Me, How would you feel if you were 

The Instrument of Death for Your Leader?

PICARD: 

Don't Struggle, Data.

DATA: 

I have no Control over 

What You Do with The Phaser. 

Therefore, I would not be 

The Instrument of His Death.

ARMUS: 

Perhaps killing The Doctor would engender more feeling?

DATA: 

No, The Control is still yours.

ARMUS:

And what about you, Doctor? Are you Ready to Die? 

Tell me you are not afraid.

CRUSHER:

I am afraid.

ARMUS: 

Beg me to spare you.

CRUSHER:

No.

ARMUS:

One of you is going to die, and you, Doctor, get to choose. 

You don't like that, do you?

CRUSHER:

Then I choose myself.

ARMUS: 

No. You are going to Live. 

One of them dies.

Data's arm swings around and ends pointing The Phaser at His Own Head

ARMUS: 

Maybe this one. Though I would not call it Death, 

since He is only A Device. 

Tell me, Tin Man, 

How Does it Feel to Face Your Own Extinction.

DATA: 

Curious. 

(The Phaser drops) 

You are capable of great Sadism and Cruelty. 

Interesting. No redeeming qualities.

ARMUS :

So What Do You Think?

DATA :

I Think You Should be Destroyed.

ARMUS :

A Moral Judgment from A Machine.

PICARD: 

Data. Armus, we're finished Dealing with You.

ARMUS: 

I have Your Man in here, 

and the others in The Shuttle.

PICARD: 

It doesn't matter. 

We will no longer be a source of amusement.

ARMUS:

I can kill them.

PICARD:

Yes. You can. 

But only I can command them. 

They follow My Orders.

ARMUS: 

Have them amuse me.

PICARD:

Only if you let me see My People on The Shuttle first. 

I must see them.

ARMUS: 

Not Possible.

PICARD:

Then Our Business with you is concluded.

ARMUS: 

And you claim 

You Care about Your Comrades.

PICARD: 

I Care. Which is why I must see them.

ARMUS: 

You want to see Your People? 

Then, here. Look at this one.

Riker is tossed out of the slick, covered in oil

CRUSHER:

He's Alive. Don't move.

PICARD:

Is he all right?

CRUSHER: 

All signs show normal.

RIKER: 

So much frustration. 

It had to get rid of me.

PICARD: 

Now, let me see the others.

ARMUS: 

No.

PICARD :

I will not allow My People to entertain you 

until you do.

ARMUS: 

They are incapable of entertaining me.

PICARD: 

I want the four of you out of here. 

Enterprise, beam up The Away Team immediately.

WORF : 

Aye, sir.

PICARD:

They're no longer involved. 

This is between You and Me.

ARMUS :

They may leave.

The Team are beamed away

PICARD: 

Now.

ARMUS: 

I want to leave This Place.

PICARD: 

You want me to give you Transportation?

ARMUS: 

For which I will Trade you Lives.

PICARD: 

I must see my people in the shuttle.

ARMUS: 

Will you give me what I want?

PICARD: 

I have the means. 

But first I must see My People.

ARMUS: 

If you must.

[Shuttlecraft]

Armus transports Picard into the shuttlecraft

PICARD: 

Troi, are you all right?

TROI: 

Yes, but Ben is not.

PICARD: 

He's Alive.

TROI: 

Were you able to help Tasha?

PICARD: 

No. Troi. Troi, We Must Talk. 

I believe it's possible to outmanoeuvre This Creature, and beam you and Ben back up to The Ship. 

We've been monitoring the energy field that surrounds The Shuttle. 

When The Creature is Here, the field weakens. 

Do you know why?

TROI: 

The Creature is filled with Rage. 

Undirected, unfocused Rage. 

When He confronts it, His Guard goes down 

because he's feeling it instead of suppressing it. 

Acknowledging His Needs makes Him Vulnerable.

PICARD: 

What caused The Rage?

TROI: 

He was Left Here. 

Abandoned.

[Bridge]

WORF :

The forcefield will have to drop below two point seven before we can beam them up.

[Planet surface]

Picard is brought back from the shuttlecraft

ARMUS: 

Satisfied?

PICARD: 

Yes.

ARMUS: 

Then can we leave?

PICARD: 

Where do you want to go? 

Do you want to try to find Those Who Left You Here?

ARMUS: 

She told you about Them.

PICARD: 

How long have you been Here?

ARMUS: 

Since They left. A very long time.

PICARD: 

A long time to be alone.

ARMUS: 

Save your Compassion. It's revolting. 

You offer it like A Prize when in fact it's An Insult.

PICARD: 

Because you feel unworthy.

ARMUS: 

You overrate Your Gift. 

You Humans are Puny, Weak.

PICARD: 

But Our Spirit, it is indomitable.

ARMUS: 

And still you die from a flake of my power.

PICARD: 

A great poet once said, 

'all spirits are enslaved that serve things evil'.

ARMUS: 

You do not understand. 

I do not serve Things Evil. I am Evil.

PICARD: 

Oh, no, you are not.

ARMUS: 

I am A Skin of Evil 

left here by A Race of Titans who believed if they rid Themselves of me, 

They would free the bonds of Destructiveness.

PICARD: 

Yes. So Here You Are. 

Feeding on Your Own Loneliness. 

Consumed by Your Own Pain. 

Believing Your Own Lies.

[Bridge]

WORF: 

Set the computer. 

When the energy level reaches two point six point two zero five, automatically beam up Troi and Prieto. 

We'll do a parallel transport on The Captain.

WESLEY: 

Yes, sir.

[Planet surface]

PICARD: 

You say you are True Evil? 

Shall I tell you what True Evil is? 

It is to submit to you. 

It is when we surrender Our Freedom, Our Dignity, 

instead of defying you.

ARMUS: 

I will kill you, and those in there.

PICARD: 

But you will still be Here. In This Place. 

For ever. Alone. Immortal.

[Bridge]

COMPUTER: (male) 

Stand by for parallel transport.

WORF: 

The energy level has dropped to two point six point three.

[Planet surface]

PICARD: 

That's your real fear. 

Never to Die. 

Never again to be united with 

Those Who Left You Here.

[Bridge]

WORF: 

Energy field is two point six. 

Computer beginning transport.

[Planet surface]

PICARD: 

I'm not taking you anywhere.

Armus screams with rage as Picard is beamed away

Captain's log, stardate 41602.1. 

The shuttlecraft has been destroyed to prevent any possibility of Armus leaving The Planet. 

Vagra Two will be declared off limits. 

But The Damage has been done. 

One of the saddest duties I've ever had to perform is now ahead of me.

The Tao of Data

He had a Child’s Wisdom.

PICARD: 

Au revoir, Natasha. 

The gathering is concluded. 

(Everyone but Picard and Data leave, sniffing a bit) 

DATA: 

Sir, The Purpose of This Gathering confuses me. 

PICARD: 

Oh? How so? 

DATA: 

My Thoughts are not 

for Tasha, but for myself. 

I keep thinking how empty it will feel 

without her presence. 

Did I miss The Point? 

PICARD: 

No, you didn't, Data. 

You got it.

PICARD: 

Commander Data, at your convenience, 

I would like to talk to you in my Ready room. 

Counsellor?

[Corridor]

PICARD: 

I insist we do whatever we can to discourage 

the perception of this new android as A Child. 

It is not A Child. 

It is an invention, albeit 

an extraordinary one. 

TROI: 

Why should Biology rather than Technology 

determine whether it is A Child? 

Data has created an offspring. 

A new life out of his own being. 

To me, that suggests a child. 

If he wishes to call Lal his child, 

then who are we to argue? 

PICARD: 

Well, if he must, but I fail to understand 

how a five foot android with heuristic learning 

systems and the strength of ten men 

can be called 'A Child'. 

TROI: 

You've never been a parent.

[Ready room]

PICARD: 

What you have done will have serious ramifications. 

I am truly dismayed that you told no one of what you were doing. 

DATA: 

I am sorry, Captain. 

I did not anticipate your objections. 

Do you wish me to deactivate Lal? 

PICARD: 

It's a life, Data. 

It can't be activated and deactivated simply. 

This is a most stupendous undertaking. 

Have you any idea what will happen 

when Starfleet learns about this? 

DATA: 

I have followed all of Starfleet regulations 

to the best of my ability. 

I expected they would be pleased. 

PICARD: 

Well, you have taken on quite a responsibility, Data. 

DATA: 

To prepare, I have scanned all available 

literature on parenting. 

There seems to be much confusion on this issue. 

One traditional doctrine insists, 

'Spare The Rod and Spoil The Child', 

suggesting a punitive approach. 

While another more liberal attitude 

would allow the child enormous freedom. 

PICARD: 

Data -

DATA: 

And what Klingons do to their children - 

PICARD: 

Data! I'm not talking about parenting. 

I am talking about the extraordinary consequences 

of creating a New Life. 

DATA: 

Does that not describe becoming a parent, sir? 

PICARD: 

Data, you are seeking to achieve what 

only your own creator has been able to achieve. 

To make another functioning, sentient, android. 

To make another Data. 

DATA: 

That is why I must attempt this, sir. 

I have observed that in most species, 

there is a primal instinct 

to perpetuate themselves. 

Until now, I have been the last of my kind. 

If I were to be damaged or destroyed, 

I would be lost forever. 

But if I am successful with the creation of Lal, 

my continuance is assured. 

I understand the risk, sir. 

And I am prepared to 

accept the responsibility.

“Everything has its own Inner Nature - unlike other forms of Life, however, people are easily led away from What’s Right For Them, because people have ‘Brain’.

And ‘Brain’ can be fooled - Inner Nature, when relied-upon, CANNOT be fooled.

But many people do not look at it and do not listen to it, and consequently do not understand themselves very much.

Having little understanding of themselves, 

they have little respect for themselves — 

and are therefore easily influenced by Others.”

- The Tao of Pooh.

[Ten Forward]

LAFORGE:

So, do you want to talk about it? 

DATA: 

Are you referring to the foreknowledge of my death? 

LAFORGE: 

Yeah. 

DATA: 

I have no particular desire to discuss the matter. 

....Do you need to talk about it? 

LAFORGE: 

Yeah. 

DATA: 

Why? 

LAFORGE: 

Data, this has got to bother you a little. 

DATA: 

On the contrary -- 

I find it rather comforting. 

LAFORGE: 

Comforting? 

DATA: 

I have often wondered about my own mortality 

as I have seen others around me age. 

Until now it has been theoretically possible 

that I would live an unlimited period of time. 

And although some might find this attractive, 

to me it only reinforces the fact that I am artificial. 

LAFORGE: 

I never knew how tough 

this must be for you. 

DATA: 

Tough? As in difficult? 

LAFORGE: 

Knowing that you would 

outlive all your friends. 

DATA: 

I expected to make new friends. 

LAFORGE: 

True. 

DATA: 

And then to outlive them as well. 

LAFORGE: 

Now that you know that you might not? 

DATA: 

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. 

LAFORGE: 

I never thought of it that way. 

DATA: 

One might also conclude that it brings me 

one step closer to being human : 

I am mortal. 

PICARD [OC]: 

Picard to Bridge officers. 

We're approaching the Devidia system. 

Report to your stations. 

LAFORGE: 

I'll see you later. 

Let's get together for a game of chess or something, okay? 

(Data leaves) 

[Corridor]

TROI: 

I heard about Data. 

RIKER: 

Yeah. 

TROI: 

It's having an unusually traumatic effect on everyone. 

RIKER: 

Yeah. 

TROI: 

If you don't want to talk about it, it's okay. 

RIKER: 

I'm fine. I'm just --

TROI: 

Angry. 

RIKER: 

I'm not angry. Yeah, I'm angry. 

Why should I be angry? 

TROI: 

Maybe because it reminds us 

of our own mortality. 

RIKER: 

I just don't want to believe it. 

TROI: 

Have you ever heard Data define 'friendship'? 

RIKER: 

No. 

TROI: 

How did he put it? 

•Does The Voice•

‘As I experience certain sensory input patterns, my mental pathways become accustomed to them. 

The inputs eventually are anticipated and even missed when absent.’

RIKER: 

So what's The Point?

TROI: 

He's used to us, and we're used to him. 

It's like finding out someone you love 

has a terminal illness and -

(The turbolift arrives, the doors open and - ) 

RIKER: 

Data. 

DATA: 

Counsellor. Commander.

[Turbolift]

DATA: 

Would either of you mind if I made a personal inquiry? 

TROI: 

Personal inquiry? 

No, go right ahead. 

DATA: 

I am perceiving an apparent change 

in the way others behave toward me. 

For example, people abruptly end conversations 

when I appear, just as you did when 

the turbolift doors opened. 

Is that an accurate observation? 

RIKER: 

Not at all. 

TROI: (same time) 

Yes. 

RIKER: 

....Yes. 

TROI: 

You're right, Data. 

And it's not a very nice thing to do. 

RIKER: 

It's just - that our mental pathways have become

 accustomed to your sensory input patterns. 

DATA: 

I understand. 

I am also fond of you, Commander. 

And you as well, Counsellor.

DATA: 

Sir, I need temporary lodging. 

BELLBOY: 

Looks like the missus booted you out in the middle of the night. 

DATA: 

I understand the source of your misperception. 

However, this is not sleepware and I do not have a missus. 

BELLBOY: 

Well. 

DATA: 

I am a Frenchman.