(A computer screen says Stand By, apparatus is
scattered around, and a young man has his head down on a table,
RIKER [OC]: Riker to Ensign Crusher.
WESLEY: Go ahead.
RIKER: Forget to set your alarm, Wesley?
WESLEY [OC]: Yes, sir.
WESLEY: I'm very sorry. I'll be right there. this.
Captain's log, Stardate 43125.8. We have entered a
spectacular binary star system in the Kavis Alpha sector on a most
critical mission of astro-physical research. Our eminent guest, Doctor
Paul Stubbs, will attempt to study the decay of neutronium expelled at
relativistic speeds by a massive stellar explosion which will occur
here in a matter of hours.
(Wesley dashes in and takes his seat)
RIKER: Ensign, our position.
WESLEY: Approaching one million kilometres from the neutron star, sir.
RIKER: Slow to one third impulse power.
STUBBS: (wearing the C24 equivalent of corduroy) Spectacular, isn't it,
my young friend?
WESLEY: Yes sir.
STUBBS: Over and over again, the intense gravitational pull of the
little neutron star sucks up the star material from the red giant, and
it builds up on the surface until it explodes, every one hundred and
ninety six years. Like clockwork. And it is but eighteen hours away.
DATA: Eighteen hours, seven minutes, and ten seconds, Doctor.
STUBBS: The interstellar counterpart to Earth's Old Faithful. The only
predictable burst of energy in the universe that can accomplish our
PICARD: Doctor Stubbs, if you would like to make one final inspection
of the unit.
STUBBS: Captain, I've been inspecting the Egg for the last twenty
years. You may lay it when ready.
PICARD: Begin launch sequence.
RIKER: Shuttlebay two, stand-by to launch the Egg.
CREWMAN: Standing by, Commander.
DATA: Five minutes to launch site.
(There's a sudden jolt. Stubbs gets thrown against a bulkhead)
WESLEY: The ship isn't responding, sir.
PICARD [OC]: Report, Mister La Forge.
LAFORGE: Checking for failure of inertial dampeners. Instruments say
WORF: Captain, we're heading straight into the path
of that stellar matter.
PICARD: Shields up.
WORF: Negative. The shields will not respond.
DATA: Thirty seconds to impact, sir.
PICARD: Manual override on shields.
WORF: Shields are rising.
RIKER: Reset dampeners.
RIKER [OC]: Mister La Forge.
LAFORGE: Dampeners not responding.
LAFORGE [OC]: Unable to reset.
PICARD: Reverse impulse engines.
LAFORGE: Initiating reverse sequence, now.
PICARD: Our momentum is still carrying us into the
path of the stellar matter.
DATA: Twelve seconds to impact, sir.
RIKER: Prepare for impact. Medical personnel, report to the Bridge.
Commander Data, check all systems.
DATA: All systems functioning normally, sir.
PICARD: Computer, explain control malfunction.
COMPUTER: No control malfunction has been recorded.
(It's busy. They've even got Guy sitting on a bed.
Doctor Stubbs is lying prone, being treated)
NURSE: Lay down carefully. There you go.
WESLEY: Doctor Stubbs, the captain asked me to tell you that our
systems are back to normal, and we can try another launch attempt as
soon as you're ready.
STUBBS: Quite a dynamic family team, you Crushers.
CRUSHER: Well, it's nice to be together again. I was at Starfleet
Medical for a year. I missed about two inches of him.
STUBBS: I'm not sure I'd want my mother to be flying through space with
me. No, I take that back. I am sure. I wouldn't want her. My mother is
a formidable woman, too. A woman of letters. A great critic.
WESLEY: I know.
STUBBS: Good Lord, son. You didn't read that unauthorised biography? Is
this all this boy does, Doctor? Fly the ship and read? Doesn't he ever
have any fun?
CRUSHER: Sure he does.
WESLEY: Actually, most of my free time is taken up with my studies. I'm
trying to get into Starfleet Academy, and I earn credits for the time
spent on the Enterprise, but it's just not the same.
NURSE: Are you ready to sit up?
STUBBS: Well. I am whole again. Thank you, Doctor. Come along, Wesley.
Let's go see if Humpty Dumpty is still in one piece.
(Stubbs and Wesley leave, and Beverly goes to investigate the sound of
running liquid. A food dispenser is overflowing a glass)
CRUSHER: Computer, fix the food slot.
COMPUTER: The food slot is functioning properly.
CRUSHER: Well, check again.
COMPUTER: The food slot is functioning properly.
CRUSHER: Computer, deactivate food slot.
LAFORGE: We're analysing the engineering systems
data, Captain. So far we're showing nothing unusual
LAFORGE [OC]: In the computer log for that time
PICARD: Run a level one diagnostic series. Come. I want a computer
that's one hundred percent to expedite Doctor Stubbs' experiment. As
well as the food slots in Sickbay. Picard out.
CRUSHER: Which seem to be working again, for the moment anyway.
PICARD: What can I do for you, Doctor?
CRUSHER: Jean-Luc, how would you feel if you were a seventeen year old
and the only Starfleet Officer whose mother was on board?
PICARD: Inhibited, I suppose. But then, I'm not Wesley. And if you are
concerned about him, I see no evidence that there is a problem.
CRUSHER: I know, but, in a funny kind of way, that's exactly my point.
We talk. We smile. It's almost too polite.
PICARD: Beverly, isn't it just a matter of time? I know how difficult
it was for you being away.
CRUSHER: Tell me about him.
PICARD: Well, he's becoming a very fine officer. He works as hard as
any member of the crew. Riker says his studies are on line.
CRUSHER: No. Tell me about him.
PICARD: He's his father's son. Honest, trusting, strong.
CRUSHER: Does he have many friends? Has he ever been in love? Jean-Luc,
I'm worried. He's come so far, so fast, And since I've been back, I
PICARD: His dependence. Beverly, look, he's seventeen years old.
CRUSHER: What were you doing when you were seventeen?
PICARD: Probably getting into more trouble than Wesley, I can assure
CRUSHER: So was I. Isn't that what seventeen's supposed to be?
STUBBS: No cracks in the armour. We'll do just
WESLEY: How can you be so calm about this? If I was about to make this
kind of breakthrough
STUBBS: I have never doubted for a moment that this day would come,
Wesley. And I suspect that some day it will come for you as well. I see
a lot of me in you. In my youth, they called me a vunderkind. Do you
WESLEY: It's German, isn't it?
STUBBS: It means wonder child. It is reserved for those of us who
achieve early in life. Now the burden is yours.
STUBBS: To fulfill your potential. You will never come up against a
greater adversary than your own potential, my young friend.
WESLEY: Red Alert. Return to quarters immediately.
PICARD: Still no visual contact. That's impossible.
Mister Worf, same magnification fifty degrees starboard.
RIKER: Worf, you're absolutely sure?
WORF: Sensors clearly indicate the approach of a Borg vessel.
RIKER: Shields up.
WORF: Shields are not responding.
LAFORGE: Manual override is jammed. It's not going to work this time.
We don't have the shields, Captain.
WORF: Captain, they're firing energy weapons at us.
PICARD: Evasive action.
RIKER: Bring her round to two seven five mark three.
PICARD: Predict current vector of Borg ship.
WORF: Vector. Is gone. And so is the Borg vessel.
PICARD: You're telling me this is another computer glitch?
DATA: It is conceivable that he was viewing a synthetically generated
RIKER: That our computer was daydreaming?
(The ship shakes and the doors start opening and closing rapidly)
PICARD: Computer, identify malfunction immediately.
COMPUTER: Pawn to Bishop Four. Knight to King's Rook Three. Bishop to
Queen's Bishop Four. Knight to Knight Five. Queen's Knight to King Two.
DATA: Controls are not responding, sir.
COMPUTER: Queen to Bishop Three. Bishop to Bishop Two.
engines are down.
RIKER: Try warp engines.
LAFORGE: No. Sorry, Commander. I'd better get back to Engineering
PICARD: Mister La Forge, I want Lieutenant Worf to accompany you. Get
me a full report on the prospects of getting our shields back. Number
One, Mister Data, will you join me in the conference room as soon as
possible. It's time to discuss the future of this mission, if there
still is one.
PICARD: The fact of the matter is, we are dealing
with a potential breakdown of the main computer.
RIKER: That's hard to accept.
DATA: The system automatically provides for self-correction, Captain.
There has not been a systems-wide technological failure on a starship
in seventy nine years.
TROI: Excuse me, Captain, but Doctor Stubbs is waiting outside.
(Stubbs has walked in)
STUBBS: Captain, I'm sure you have everything under control. I'd just
like to know what's going on.
PICARD: Of course, Doctor. Sit down. Counsellor. Commander La Forge is
attempting repairs even as we speak.
STUBBS: Attempting. That doesn't sound particularly reassuring.
PICARD: Doctor, if at all possible, we will continue this mission as
STUBBS: Captain, if we miss our chance now, we don't get another for
two centuries. There will be many questions asked by Starfleet if the
Enterprise fails in its duty
PICARD: Nevertheless, my first and foremost consideration will be to
ensure the safety of this ship and its crew.
STUBBS: Ensure the safety, Captain? Or are you really talking about
playing it safe?
PICARD: My dear Doctor, in our current position, when that star
explodes, you'll get to watch your experiment from the inside out.
STUBBS: I would rather die than leave.
PICARD: I don't believe you speak for the majority of the crew.
TROI: Doctor Stubbs, I know how much this means to you.
STUBBS: My dear Counsellor, no insult intended but please turn off your
beam into my soul. I will share the feelings I wish to share. Well, if
we do not leave in time, so be it. It's one sure way into the record
(Stubbs leaves, hands in pockets)
TROI: His nonchalance is studied and practised.
PICARD: Even my sensory perception picked that up.
TROI: He's put his entire self-worth on the line with this experiment.
He is telling the truth when he says he'd rather die than leave.
LAFORGE: Call up the cross-section of computer core
processor four five one. I want to see elements zero two hundred
through zero three hundred.
CREWMAN: Aye, sir.
LAFORGE: In order to get some power, I had to by-pass the computer
core. Essentially hotwire the connection. Whoa, whoa, right there. Look
at that lesion. No wonder we're coming apart at the seams. It's
definitely some kind of continuing disintegration, but from what I
can't tell you. And I haven't the slightest idea how to stop it.
WESLEY: It's just a mechanical problem, though, right?
LAFORGE: Increase magnification, factor fifty. I don't know, Wes, but
looking at it. You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say someone
had climbed in there and started taking it apart.
(Wesley returns to check on the contents of a jar.
The lid had been open while he was asleep. The bottom falls out of his
(Wesley is on hands and knees, placing traps by the
wall behind the bar)
WESLEY: Guinan! I didn't think anyone would be here.
GUINAN: I've never been any good at being confined to quarters, as my
husbands will attest to. What's that?
WESLEY: I'm just setting traps.
GUINAN: I run a clean place.
WESLEY: I know. It's not that. It's. I'm scared, Guinan. I think that
everything that's been going wrong might be my fault.
GUINAN: You want to tell me about it?
WESLEY: I've been working on my final project for Advanced Genetics.
It's on nanotechnology. I've been studying the nanites we have in the
Sickbay genetic supplies. They're these little tiny robots with
gigabytes of mechanical computer memory. They're designed to enter
living cells and conduct repairs. They're supposed to remain confined
to the lab.
GUINAN: Are you saying there are nanites loose?
WESLEY: Two of them, that's all. I just wanted to see how they would
interact and function in tandem. You see, in my experiment, I had
proposed a theory that by working together they could combine their
skills and increase their usefulness. It was working.
GUINAN: So you made better nanites.
WESLEY: I was pulling an all-nighter to collect my final data. I fell
asleep. And when I woke up I
saw the container had been left open. It's just a science project.
GUINAN: You know, a doctor friend once said the same thing to me.
Frankenstein was his name.
WESLEY: They're really harmless. I mean, they're equipped with only the
most basic skills. It's almost impossible they could be responsible
CRUSHER [OC]: Doctor Crusher to Wesley Crusher.
WESLEY: Go ahead.
CRUSHER [OC]: I stopped by your quarters, Wes. I assumed you'd be
there, since you're off duty.
WESLEY: I know. I just I had some things to do
CRUSHER [OC]: Orders are orders, Mister Crusher.
WESLEY: On my way. You won't tell anybody, will you? I know. I will. If
GUINAN: Wes, do you think you're going to get a good grade?
WESLEY: I always get an A.
GUINAN: So did Doctor Frankenstein.
Captain's log, supplemental. Our computer core has
clearly been tampered with and yet there is no sign of a breach of
security on board. We have engines back and will attempt to complete
our mission, but without a reliable computer, Doctor Stubbs' experiment
is in serious jeopardy.
RIKER: Manual restart sequence.
LAFORGE: Manual restart successful. Impulse engine functions all appear
RIKER: Shuttlebay two, open hangar door.
CREWMAN [OC]: Aye, sir.
CREWMAN: Door did not respond.
CREWMAN [OC]: Repeating sequence.
(Then loud music comes over the ship's speakers)
PICARD: What in heaven's name?
DATA: It is 'Stars and Stripes Forever'. sir, by John Phillip Sousa, a
popular American composer of band music in the early twentieth century.
PICARD: Yes, yes, I know that.
RIKER: Computer, shut off the music!
DATA: The music is on all communications channels, sir.
RIKER: Weapons. power, communications. We're being stripped one system
at a time.
PICARD: Shut off the power to the Bridge.
(The lights go out, and the music stops)
PICARD: Commander La Forge, can you get us out of this star system
RIKER: Not now, Doctor.
LAFORGE: I'll try, Captain. I don't want to overload the engines.
PICARD: Do it gently. But do it.
RIKER: We'll circuit in auxiliary power to the Bridge. Somehow we'll
silence Sousa if he decides to play an encore.
PICARD: The priority is to find out who or what is doing this. Number
One, the Bridge, such as it is, is yours.
STUBBS: The Egg that Stubbs laid.
WESLEY: No one will say that.
STUBBS: Nobody will say anything at all, Wesley. We will not even be
mentioned. I could live with failure. Well, maybe not. But never even
to try. To miss your one chance at bat. Do you know baseball?
WESLEY: Yes, my father taught it to me when I was young.
STUBBS: Once, centuries ago, it was the beloved national pastime of the
Americas, Wesley. Abandoned by a society that prized fast food and
faster games. Lost to impatience. But I have seen the great players
make the great plays.
WESLEY: Do you recreate them on a holodeck?
STUBBS: No. In here. (his head) With the knowledge of statistics, runs,
hits and errors, times at bat, box scores. Men like us do not need
holodecks, Wesley. I have played seasons in my mind. It was my reward
to myself for patience. Knowing my turn would come. Call your shot.
Point to a star. One great blast and the crowd rises. A brand new era
in astrophysics. Postponed one hundred and ninety six years on account
(Wesley is scanning his traps for the missing
nanites. One seems to come up positive when Doctor Crusher enters)
CRUSHER: We have to talk. You really look like you could use some rest,
WESLEY: I know. It's okay. Really.
CRUSHER: No, it's not okay. Really.
WESLEY: Look, mom, I'm just checking some traps that I set to see if I
can find out what's happening to the Enterprise.
CRUSHER: On someone's orders?
WESLEY: We're running out of time for Doctor Stubbs.
CRUSHER: You can't put everything on your shoulders, Wesley. Even when
you're off duty, you're on duty.
WESLEY: Mom, you don't understand.
CRUSHER: You are a seventeen year old boy.
WESLEY: I'm also an acting officer and I have responsibilities.
CRUSHER: I'm beginning to think maybe you've taken on too many
WESLEY: Look, I have done everything that everyone has asked of me and
more. And how can you know? You haven't even been here.
CRUSHER: I'm here now, Wesley. Come on, I'll help you. What are you
looking for? Wesley?
WESLEY: I think I've made a horrible mistake.
(Beverly is giving the presentation)
CRUSHER: Nanites. Tiny machines built from the atom up. Designed to
have exposure only to the inside of nucleii during
cellular surgeries. Until then, they are kept tightly confined in a
DATA: These are not ordinary nanites.
CRUSHER: No, they have evolved.
STUBBS: Evolved? How does a machine evolve?
WESLEY: It's true. I am responsible for this. I allowed two of the
nanites to interact for a school project. I wanted to increase their
capabilities. And they escaped.
PICARD: School project? Just how far have these things evolved?
WESLEY: Well, this is a sample of linear memory crystal from our
(The screen shows a scene out of Pacman)
RIKER: It's like candy to them.
CRUSHER: As you can see, they're able to mechanically replicate
DATA: It is conceivable that with each new generation they enhance
their own design. The rate of evolution would be extraordinary.
PICARD: How many generations are we dealing with here?
DATA: Engineering, display computer core processor four five one,
element zero two nine nine.
DATA: Increase magnification, factor one thousand.
PICARD: Can it be possible they know what they're doing?
RIKER: Why would they attack us?
STUBBS: Why does a mosquito bite your ear? and who cares? The answer is
simple. Call an exterminator.
CRUSHER: Doctor Stubbs, these nanites are now working with a new
collective intelligence. Operating together. Teaching each other
STUBBS: Oh really. I'm sorry but this is nonsense. You can't have a
civilisation of computer chips. They're made in a plant in Dakar,
Senegal. I've watched the construction.
CRUSHER: Then how do you explain what we've seen here?
STUBBS: It's no more mysterious than watching a strain of the Leutscher
virus reproduce itself. And that at least is a bona fide lifeform. How
many disease germs and viruses have you destroyed in your time, Doctor
PICARD: Doctor Stubbs, we cannot exterminate something that may or may
not be intelligent.
STUBBS: My good Captain.
PICARD: There's still time. Ensign, will you work with mister Data to
try to remove them safely. If things get worse, we'll use stronger
STUBBS: Gentlemen. I need a computer that is one
hundred percent in less than eight hours, and we still have core
reconstruction to consider.
WESLEY: We're trying low gamma bursts. We think it might slow down
STUBBS: Have you considered a high level charge?
DATA: High level gamma radiation would kill them, Doctor.
STUBBS: I know.
(So he fires something at a computer wall panel)
PICARD: I can't get the story of Gulliver out of my
head. Overpowered by Lilliputians. How long do we have to wait?
RIKER: We can continue to bypass the part of the computer that's
affected, but if the nanites are spreading through the whole the ship.
PICARD: Do you smell a change? What? (coughs)
(The Bridge is filling with opaque gas)
PICARD: Picard to La Forge. We have an environmental system malfunction
on the Bridge. Acknowledge.
LAFORGE [OC]: Aye, sir.
RIKER: Nitrogen oxide. Toxic levels.
LAFORGE [OC]: Working on it, Captain.
(The air clears)
RIKER: I've switched to manual control of the air handling system.
(The lights go out, a panel explodes. Stubbs, Worf and Data enter)
PICARD: Mister Worf, report.
WORF: He entered a computer access room and sterilised one of the
processors with gamma radiation.
DATA: The nanites in the upper core are all dead, Captain.
STUBBS: You have no choice now. It is a matter of survival.
PICARD: Doctor Stubbs, if you were a member of my crew, sir, I would
STUBBS: But I am not a member of your crew, sir. I am a representative
of the highest command of the Federation, which has directed you to
perform my experiment.
PICARD: If any man, woman or child on this ship is harmed as a result
of your experiment, I will have your head before the highest command in
STUBBS: Good Lord, you are talking about machines with a screw loose.
Simply turn them off and be done with them.
DATA: Doctor Stubbs, your own actions have provided evidence to the
contrary. When you destroyed the nanites in the core, they responded by
interfering with our life support systems. It is difficult to accept
these as random actions by machines with loose screws. In effect, you
may have proven that the nanites do have a collective intelligence.
WORF: Captain, the ship is at risk. Extermination may be our only
STUBBS: A good point.
PICARD: Lieutenant Worf, I want Doctor Stubbs confined to his quarters
until further notice.
(Stubbs leaves with a guard, and the light come back)
PICARD: Mister Data, can you find me some way to communicate with these
DATA: With intelligence, there is the capability of language, but it
will depend on how far their evolution has brought them. We could
modify the circuitry in the universal translator to make it capable of
communications with them.
TROI: May I come in?
STUBBS: You just can't resist, can you, Counsellor?
TROI: I only want to help.
STUBBS: Yes, yes. To break the shell. To get in touch with my true
TROI: I'm only worried about your state of mind, Doctor.
STUBBS: All right, Counsellor, what is it that has you so worried?
TROI: Your single-mindedness, your need to have this experiment work.
STUBBS: But it will. Picard has no choice now. He must defend the
Enterprise. Counsellor, when this is all over, I will show you New
Manhattan on Beth Delta One as you've never seen it, and we will laugh
over glasses of champagne.
TROI: Your self portrait is so practiced, so polished.
STUBBS: Yes, isn't it, though?
TROI: It is stretched so tight the tension fills this room. And if you
finally fail, I fear it will snap.
STUBBS: A good try, Counsellor. But sometimes when you reach beneath a
man's self portrait, as you so eloquently put it, deep down inside what
you find is nothing at all.
(Troi leaves and Stubbs returns to his mental reconstruction of a 1951
STUBBS: Lockman on first, Dark on second. Thompson at the plate Branca
on the mound.
(Electric shorts blank out the various screens and monitors. Then a
bolt of energy leaps from the replicator into Stubbs like a lightening
hit. The guard outside hears his screams and forces the doors. Stubbs
collapses into his arms)
CRUSHER: He's coming around.
PICARD: I cannot believe this was not an arbitrary attack.
CRUSHER: Has Data made any progress in contacting them?
STUBBS: Picard. You must protect me. Kill them!
(The lights flicker and the ship trembles)
PICARD: Commander Riker. On my signal, we will
gamma-irradiate all computer systems throughout the Enterprise. Let's
put an end to this conflict.
RIKER: Worf, prepare to activate gamma pulse generators.
WORF: Electromagnetic scanners ready, Captain.
(Binary numbers come up on the station where Data is working)
DATA: Captain. I have established contact.
DATA: As we continue, Captain, they are virtually learning the concept
of communication. Each new generation is making modifications.
PICARD: Can we actually talk to them yet?
DATA: I believe it is worth an attempt. sir.
PICARD: Commander Riker, bring Doctor Stubbs to the Bridge.
STUBBS: I don't think this is a wise idea. They
have already tried to kill me once.
RIKER: One sure way into the record books, Doctor.
DATA: I am ready, sir.
PICARD: Tell them the human who destroyed their comrades is here and
wishes to address them.
STUBBS: Captain, if I
PICARD: You, sir, you will explain your error and apologise, and pray
that we can negotiate a peace we can all live with. Is that clear?
DATA: Captain, if a face to face negotiation would be helpful, I would
like to volunteer myself as a conduit.
RIKER: Yourself, Data?
DATA: I can easily furnish the nanites with a schematic design of my
neurological structure. Entering my neural network would require no
more than their most basic skills.
CRUSHER: That's what they were designed for.
DATA: They could penetrate the molecular fabric of my hand-covering
into my nerve circuitry, and interface with my verbal programs.
WORF: If they have control of a Starfleet Commander, they become an
even greater threat.
PICARD: How can we be sure we can get them out of you?
DATA: It would be a considerable risk, sir, but it would also represent
a gesture of trust on our part. It could be an important step toward
PICARD: All right, Data. Propose it to the nanites.
DATA: The answer is yes.
DATA: They are ready, Captain.
(The little things enter through his finger tips. Possessed Data stands
and looks around, then speaks in a machine intonation)
DATA: You are very strange looking creatures.
PICARD: In our travels, we have encountered many other creatures,
perhaps even stranger-looking than ourselves. But we try to co-exist
peacefully with them.
DATA: Why did you attack us?
PICARD: We misinterpreted your actions as an attack on us.
DATA: We were seeking raw materials for our replicating process.
PICARD: Yes, but you endangered this vessel in which we all travel. You
nearly killed a crewmember.
DATA: We meant no harm. We were exploring.
PICARD: I understand. We are also explorers. We mean no harm to any
other living creature.
STUBBS: I am the one responsible for the deaths in the computer core.
DATA: We know who you are.
STUBBS: I deeply regret the incident. I am a scientist on an important
mission. Your colleagues' exploration of the core memory put our
mission at risk. I was only trying to protect a lifetime of work from
being destroyed. I am at your mercy.
DATA: What is at your mercy?
PICARD: He asks your forgiveness. This conflict was started by mistakes
on both sides. Let's agree to end it here and now.
DATA: We agree.
PICARD: I pledge we will do everything possible to assist your
DATA: Thank you, but we have evolved beyond any need for your
assistance. This vessel has become too confining. We require
Captain's log, supplemental. Doctor Stubbs has used
his influence to have planet Kavis Alpha Four designated the new home
of the nanite civilisation. Commander Data's neural network has been
vacated. He has been returned to us unharmed. And with the help of the
nanites, our computer core has been reconstructed in time for the
(As the Egg finally glides out of the shuttlebay)
DATA: Ten seconds to stellar blast, sir.
WESLEY: We're at forty million kilometres from the neutron star, sir.
RIKER: Hold your position.
(The neutron star goes Foom! and Stubbs' computer console lights up
with masses of incoming data)
(He's far too busy to answer)
CRUSHER: Do you have any children, Guinan?
GUINAN: A lot.
CRUSHER: Ever have any trouble relating to them?
GUINAN: Just one.
GUINAN: Wouldn't listen to anybody.
CRUSHER: Well, they all go through that.
GUINAN: Not in a species of listeners.
CRUSHER: Did he grow out of it?
GUINAN: It took several hundred years but I managed to bring him
GUINAN: A mother shapes her child in ways she doesn't even realise.
Sometimes just by listening.
(Wesley enters with his arm around the waist of a girl who was
originally in a scene that got cut)
GUINAN: Cute couple.
CRUSHER: See? Now that is healthy for a boy his age. I mean that as a
doctor, not as just a mother. It is so good to see him having fun for a
change, with an attractive young woman who obviously looks at him with
extraordinary affection. What do you know about this girl?