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Janeway: "Captain's Log, Stardate 48579.4. The crew has been
scanning constantly for anomalies that might help us shorten our
journey home. Ensign Kim has reported an exciting discovery. A
subspace disturbance which may be a wormhole."
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Janeway: "Let’s see what you have, Mister Kim."
Kim: "There. It’s registering only on subspace bands. We don’t
even have it on long range sensors yet."
Janeway: "Verteron emanations. Tunnelling secondary particles. It
certainly looks like a wormhole."
Chakotay: "But is it stable enough for us to enter, and if it is,
where does it lead?"
Tuvok: "There is, of course, a seventy five percent chance the
wormhole will not lead to the Alpha Quadrant."
Janeway: "Very true. But you can also say there’s a one in four
chance it will. Those aren’t bad odds. Any analysis yet, Ensign?"
Kim: "Too far away. We’d have to be within a thousand kilometres
to get a detailed analysis. That would mean a significant course
change."
Janeway: "Well, Mister Kim, if there’s even the possibility of
finding a wormhole I think we can afford a detour. Lieutenant,
input the co-ordinates and change course."
Paris: "Aye Captain. And may I suggest, if this works, we
petition the Federation Astronomical Committee to officially
designate this the Harry Kim Wormhole."
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Paris: "Captain, we’re approaching the co-ordinates of the
wormhole."
Janeway: "On screen . Are we in visual range?"
Kim: "Affirmative, Captain, and the anomaly is still registering
on subspace bands."
Paris: "Sensors also indicate it’s there."
Janeway: "Magnify. Increase to highest magnification."
Chakotay: "If that’s a wormhole it must be the smallest one on
record."
Janeway: "Mister Kim, are you able to analyse it?"
Kim: "Aye Captain. It’s virtually microscopic. The aperture is
only about 30 centimetres in diameter."
Paris: "I guess it’s a little too small for us to fly through."
Tuvok: "However, it might be large enough to act as a conduit for
a
message."
Kim: "That’s right. It could carry a compressed data transmission
to Federation space in minutes."
Janeway: "We still have to find out if it goes anywhere near the
Alpha Quadrant. Can you trace it’s subspace bearing?"
Kim: "I can’t get any directional readings at all. The aperture
is too
small."
Tuvok: "I recommend we launch a microprobe into the wormhole."
Janeway: "Agreed. Do it, Lieutenant."
Tuvok: "Aye Captain."
Kim: "Receiving telemetry."
Paris: "Doesn’t look like any wormhole I’ve ever studied."
Kim: "Microscopic gravitational eddies, extremely constricted
spatial dimensions. Pathway’s barely wider
than the probe
itself."
Janeway: "I think what we’re seeing is a
wormhole in an advanced
state of decay. Must be ancient. Probably been collapsing for
centuries."
Paris: "Does that mean we can’t send a message through it?"
Kim: "No, I can do it. Maybe it’ll take longer to get through,
but the wormhole’s still stable enough to carry a transmission."
Chakotay: "Any idea yet where that message would end up,
Ensign?"
Kim: "I’ll try extrapolating the verteron exit vector. No, I
can’t get it. There’s a strange phase variance in the radiation
stream. We’ll have to wait until the probe exits.
Janeway: That shouldn’t take long."
Paris: "Captain, I’m getting a distorted energy reading."
Tuvok: "The probe’s telemetry has changed."
Kim: "It’s stuck!"
Janeway: "Stuck?"
Kim: "It’s mired in a gravitational eddy, and because the
wormhole’s in a state of collapse, those eddies are incredibly
dense. That probe will never break free, Captain, and we’ll have
no way of finding out where the wormhole ends."
Janeway: "Let’s give it some time. Maybe it will work itself
loose."
Kim:
"Captain!"
Janeway:
"What
is it, Ensign."
Kim:
"Our
probe was just scanned. There’s somebody on the other side of
the wormhole."
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Baxter:
"Started acting up a couple of days ago. I’d been working out in
the gym, maybe I overdid it."
Doctor: "Is it sore here?"
Baxter:
"Yes."
Doctor: "Localised tenderness to the ulna bone, no
epidermal damage, moderate oedema. What are the possible
diagnoses?"
Kes: "Epicondylitis, strained ligament, torn
muscle and
hairline fracture."
Doctor: "That’s exactly right."
Kes: "I’ve studied all the material you gave me. I’m
ready for more."
Doctor: "Good. There’s a great deal more for you to
learn. The tricorder indicates this is a small stress fracture."
Baxter:
"Can this guy do everything a real doctor does?"
Doctor: "Yes, he can. Activate it and direct the beam
here. That’s
it. Not quite so fast."
Baxter:
"If I had to get treatment for something serious, if I needed
surgery for instance, would he be performing it?"
Doctor: "Of course, and quite expertly too."
Baxter:
"I don’t know. I’d have to think twice about that."
Doctor: "Fine. And if you were lucky you wouldn’t die on
the table while you were making up your mind. That should do it.
How does it
feel?"
Baxter:
"Not bad. Thanks."
Kes: "Doctor, did you notice how rudely that officer
treated you?"
Doctor: "No more so than most."
Kes: "You mean others act that way too."
Doctor: "Let’s just say I’ve become accustomed to being
treated as a hypospray. Now, here’s some material on first aid
for burns."
Kes: "Doctor, I think I’d like to do more than study
first aid. I’d be
interested in knowing more about anatomy and
physiology."
Doctor: "You’re intellectually curious. I like that.
These deal with human anatomy and physiology, but they weren’t
written for the layman. They’re quite technical."
Kes: "I understand. I’ll do my best. And I really
appreciate your help."
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Torres: "Well it is going to work, Starfleet, so pretty
soon they’re going to know you’re all right."
Kim: "How about you. Any family?"
Torres: "I haven’t seen my father since I was five. He and my
mother separated. He went back to Earth and that was the last I
saw of him."
Kim: "And your mom?"
Torres: "I think she’s on the Klingon Homeworld."
Kim: "You think?"
Torres: "We didn’t get along very well. Okay, the signal
generator should be tuned to the probe’s long range sensors."
Kim: "Isn’t there anyone back home who’ll be worried about you?"
Torres: "The Maquis are as to a close family as I’ve ever had.
Most of my friends are here on the ship, so no, there’s no one
back home who’s going to care one way or the other whether I’m
alive. We’re ready to transmit."
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Janeway:
"You have the bridge, Commander."
Tuvok:
"Captain."
Janeway:
"Mister Tuvok."
Tuvok:
"I’m getting something, Captain..."
Paris:
"I’m getting it too. A subspace signal relayed through the
probe."
Tuvok:
"That signal is being transmitted at exactly the same
frequency and amplitude as our signal. It’s a response. Someone
received our transmission and sent one back, and their signal
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Janeway:
"Captain's log,
supplemental. Encouraged by his success in transmitting a signal to
the Alpha Quadrant, Mister Kim is investigating the possibility of
establishing a voice link with whoever is at the other end of the
wormhole." |
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Kes:
"If there were a member of the crew
whose needs weren’t being met would you want to know about it?"
Janeway:
"Of course. Kes, do you and Neelix feel that your needs are
being ignored?"
Kes:
"Of course not, we’re very happy here. I’m referring to the
Doctor."
Janeway:
"The Doctor."
Kes:
"I don’t understand why people treat him the way they do."
Janeway:
"How do people treat him?"
Kes:
"As though he doesn’t exist. They talk about him while he’s
standing right there. They ignore him, they insult him."
Janeway:
"Well as a matter of fact, I’ve been hearing the other side
of the coin. Many of the crew have complained that the Doctor is
brusque, even rude, that he lacks any bedside manner. We’ve been
talking about re-programming him."
Kes:
"You can do that? It doesn’t seem right."
Janeway:
"Kes, he’s only a hologram."
Kes:
"He’s your Medical Officer, he’s alive."
Janeway:
"No he’s not."
Kes:
"He’s self aware, he’s communicative, he has the ability to
learn."
Janeway:
"Because he’s been programmed
to do that."
Kes:
"So because he’s a hologram he doesn’t have to be treated with
respect or any consideration at all?"
Janeway:
"Very well, I’ll look into it."
Kes:
"Thank you, Captain." |
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Janeway: "Let’s see what happens. This is Captain Kathryn Janeway
of the Federation Starship Voyager. Do you read?"
Torres: "I’ll narrow the filter band paths some more. Try again
Captain."
Janeway: "This is Kathryn Janeway of the Federation ship Voyager.
Is anyone receiving this communication?"
Telek (Over Comm): "vessel "
Kim: "Narrow the band paths some more. Try again, Captain."
Janeway: "This is Janeway. Please repeat your last transmission."
Telek: "cargo vessel quadrant. your location."
Janeway: "Cargo vessel, we’re still trying to clear up your last
transmission. Please repeat one more time."
Telek: "I am Captain of the cargo vessel Talvath, location
Alpha quadrant sector one three eight five. What is your
location?"
Janeway: "We’re in the Delta Quadrant., but since this quadrant
hasn’t been charted I can’t specify our exact location."
Telek: "Please confirm. You said Delta Quadrant?"
Janeway: "Correct."
Telek: "In a Federation Starship?"
Janeway: "Yes. We were on a mission and we got pulled into this
quadrant."
Telek: "Pulled in? How?"
Janeway: "It’s a complicated story. Please, if you would just try
deconstructing the phase shift of our hailing frequency you
could verify."
Telek: "You are undoubtedly still in the Alpha quadrant.
What are your co-ordinates?"
Janeway: "I assure you I am telling you the truth. We are in the
Delta quadrant, seventy thousand light years from you."
Telek: "This is preposterous. You are obviously lying. I am
terminating communication."
Janeway: "No, no, wait! Kim! Hail them again."
Kim: "No response, Captain."
Chakotay: "Why would he have broken off transmission?"
Tuvok: "Perhaps I can offer an explanation. The comm. link
signature of his transmission indicates the message originated
from a Romulan ship. Further, there are no known shipping lanes
in the sector he identified. Given the precise calibration of
his signal I would suggest he is in fact on board a science
vessel."
Paris: "Why would he pretend to be a cargo captain."
Chakotay: "If he’s engaged in some kind of secret research he
might want to conceal that fact."
Tuvok: "Precisely. When we claimed to be transmitting from the
Delta Quadrant, an impossibility so far as he knows, he may have
feared we were Federation spies.
Torres: "Just our luck, we raise one ship from the Alpha Quadrant
and it has to be Romulan."
Janeway: "That Romulan still has the ability to get a message to
Starfleet. Mister Kim, hail the Talvath repeatedly. Call me the
minute you re-establish contact. Commander, you have the bridge."
Chakotay: "Aye, Captain."
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Janeway: "Computer, initiate Emergency Medical Holographic
Programme."
Doctor: "Please state the nature of the medical emergency."
Janeway: "There is no emergency, Doctor."
Doctor: "Well, that’s good. I was right in the middle of preparing a
culture to test Lt Hargrove for Arethian flu when Ensign Kyoto
deactivated me."
Janeway: "I’m sure she didn’t realise you were busy."
Doctor: "What is it you wanted, Captain."
Janeway: "Actually, I thought we might just talk for a moment."
Doctor: "About what?"
Janeway: "Doctor, you were originally programmed to serve in a
limited fashion during an emergency. Now you’re being asked to
do much more."
Doctor: "That’s certainly true. I’m providing full time medical
service for the entire ship’s crew, functioning both as doctor
and nurse, and now as an instructor as well."
Janeway: "You don’t have the luxury of thinking of yourself as am
emergency medical programme any more. You’ve become a
full-fledged member of the crew."
Doctor: "I see. Are you suggesting that I be re-programmed?"
Janeway: "No. I’m asking if there’s anything I can do to help
you."
Doctor: "Help me?"
Janeway: "If there’s anything you need, or want, I’d like to see
that you get it."
Doctor: "What I’d like is to be turned off when people leave. I
spend hours here with absolutely nothing to do. When someone
does remember to deactivate me they do so without asking if it’s
convenient. It’s extremely irritating."
Janeway: "What if I gave you control over your deactivation
sequence?"
Doctor: "I beg your pardon?"
Janeway: "I’m sure we can make it possible for you to turn
yourself off, or to prevent being turned off."
Doctor: "I might like that."
Janeway: "I’ll have someone look into it. Anything else?"
Doctor: I’m not sure, I’ll have to give it some thought.
Janeway: "You do that."
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Kim (Over Comm):
"Captain, we’ve got him back.
The Romulan."
Janeway:
"Good work. Put him through to my quarters. This is Kathryn
Janeway."
Telek (Over Comm):
"This is the cargo vessel Talvath."
Janeway:
"Thank you for answering our hail, Captain. What is your
name? How may I address you?"
Telek:
"I’d prefer not to give my name."
Janeway:
"Very well, I understand that you must have been sceptical
when I told you where we are. I hope you’ve been able to verify our
position."
Telek:
"My analysis of your hailing frequency seems to indicate
that it originates in the Delta Quadrant, but I am not precluding
the possibility that you’ve been able to create that illusion
somehow."
Janeway:
"To what end?"
Telek:
"I’m not sure. That doesn’t negate the possibility."
Janeway:
"How can I assure you of my truthfulness?"
Telek:
"You say you are a Federation ship. Are you a Starfleet
vessel?"
Janeway:
"Yes we are."
Telek:
"And your mission in the Delta Quadrant?"
Janeway:
"Our mission was originally in the Alpha Quadrant. We
were
pulled against our will to our present location. Now we’re trying to
get home."
Telek:
"Aren’t you in fact Starfleet spies , a surveillance
mission?"
Janeway:
"Captain, I understand your concern. Naturally the Romulan
Empire doesn’t want Starfleet spying on it’s science vessels, but
since we’re seventy thousand light years from Romulan space and a
subspace message to Starfleet would take years, I
think you have to
admit that we can’t be much of a threat to you. You have nothing to
fear from us."
Telek:
"Soothing words, Captain, but they are only words."
Janeway:
"If we were spies we wouldn’t be asking what I’m going to
ask you now. We have no way of communicating with Starfleet, with
our friends and families. We’re hoping you might be able to relay a
message for us. Our crew is not large. Each of them could
write a
short personal message. You’d be welcome to read them all before
passing them on. I think you’d be convinced that they’re nothing
more than the heartfelt words of some very lonely people."
Telek:
"Captain, it would ease my apprehension if I could see
that you are who you say you are. I have a signal amplifier on
board. I’ve been working to reconfigure the protocols to penetrate
the radiation stream of the wormhole. I think it might be possible
to establish a
visual link between us."
Janeway:
"I have no objection. When that’s done, will you help us?"
Telek:
"I make no promises. Let us proceed one step at a time.
Have your officers contact me in order to attempt the visual link.
Goodnight."
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Tuvok: "We’re ready to try a visual link
with the Romulan ship, Captain."
Janeway: "Good work."
Kim: "We didn’t have any trouble configuring the protocols, but that
phase variance in the radiation stream gave us a few problems.
Torres is going to balance it manually from Engineering."
Paris: "Okay, we’ve got the communications frequency locked in."
Janeway: "On screen."
Telek (on Viewscreen): "I presume you are Captain Janeway."
Janeway: "Yes. I want to thank you, Captain, for maintaining contact
with us. It means a great deal to me and to my crew."
Telek: "I am not familiar with this class of ship."
Janeway: "It’s new, but it isn’t classified. I’m a little surprised
your intelligence hasn’t provided you with the information."
Telek: "I’ve been in space for over a year, Captain,
and am not privy to the latest intelligence, but I’m sure that our
operatives provided the government with detailed information about
your new ship."
Janeway: "No doubt. Captain, have you been able to communicate with
your government about sending on our messages?"
Telek: "I have. They’ve promised to take the matter
under advisement."
Janeway: "I see. And when do you think they will have an answer?"
Telek: "It is impossible to predict the time table of
the Romulan Senate. When they’ve made their decision I will hear
from them."
Janeway: "We don’t have the luxury of a great deal of time. My
officers are predicting that the probe will become inoperable within
the next forty eight hours.
Telek: Captain, I am a low ranking scientist. A
minor functionary. It is not my place to tell the Romulan Senate to
speed up their decision making process."
Janeway: "You said you’ve been in space for over a year. Have you any
family?"
Telek: "Yes."
Janeway: "I assume they are not with you in space."
Telek: "My wife and my daughter are on Romulus."
Janeway: "A daughter. How old is she?"
Telek: "She is seven months."
Janeway: "Then you’ve never seen her."
Telek: "To my sorrow, no. She’ll be two years old
before I get back
Janeway: You must miss your family very much."
Telek: "I knew when I accepted this assignment that
there would be
a price to pay." Perhaps I didn’t realise how high
that price would be."
Janeway: "Captain. Everyone of us on this ship has left behind
friends, family, loved ones. We may not see them again for years,
maybe never, so we can all understand how lonely you must be. Surely
you must understand our feelings as well. We would be deeply
grateful for any efforts you might make to persuade your
government
to send our messages."
Telek: "I cannot guarantee success but I will try to
persuade my superiors to make their decision quickly and positively."
Janeway: "Thank you."
Telek: "I will contact you again." |
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Kes: "Then you haven’t heard?"
Doctor: "Heard what?"
Kes: "That we might be getting back soon."
Doctor: "If there’s one thing you can count on, it’s that I am the last
to be told about anything that happens on this ship."
Kes: "Everyone’s talking about it. There may be a way to transport
all of us to the Alpha Quadrant. Chief Torres and half of
engineering
are working on it right now."
Doctor: "I see. Well I’ll say goodbye now. I won’t be transporting with
the rest of you."
Kes: "But can’t we download your programme and take it with us?"
Doctor: "My programme is fully integrated into the sickbay system. At
present I cannot be downloaded."
Kes: "Thank you for everything."
Doctor: "Wait, I’d like .. that is, could I ask a favour of you?"
Kes: "Anything."
Doctor: "If you do leave, before you go would you check to make sure
I’ve been deactivated."
Kes: "I promise." |
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Telek (on Viewscreen): "Congratulations,
Captain. You’ve done it. Very impressive.
Janeway: We should run a series of these tests, just to make sure,
but we have to act quickly before the probe is crushed."
Telek: "I understand."
Janeway: "Eventually we will have to try transporting a person. One
of our crew will beam to your ship if you’ll allow it."
Telek: "I’m afraid I can’t permit that, Captain, my
government would never allow Starfleet personnel on this ship. I
wouldn’t want my logs to show that activity."
Tuvok: "Then what would you suggest?"
Telek: "I’ll volunteer to transport to your ship and
back again."
Janeway: "But Captain, if we can’t transport to your ship, how are we
to get back?"
Telek: "If the procedure is successful, I’ll arrange
for a troop ship to join me that would easily accommodate your crew."
Janeway: "Very well. We’ll be in touch." |
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Janeway: "My first officer,
Commander Chakotay. Lieutenant Tuvok, head of security. Chief
Engineer Torres and Operations officer Kim."
Telek: "My congratulations on your remarkable accomplishment. This is
an astonishing breakthrough."
Torres: "For a while there I didn’t think you were going make it.
There was a strange phase variance in the radiation stream. It
almost kept us from pulling you through."
Janeway: "Mister Tuvok, you may begin evacuation procedures."
Tuvok: "I suggest we delay that for the moment, Captain. I’m afraid
I’ve found the reason for the unusual phase variance."
Janeway: "What is it?"
Tuvok: "Captain. What year is it?"
Telek: "What year?"
Tuvok: "If you please."
Telek: "By your calendar the year is 2351."
Chakotay: But, this is 2371.
Tuvok: "Exactly. Our Romulan visitor is a person out of time. He is
showing clear evidence of temporal displacement. I would surmise
that the wormhole is a rift not just in space but in time. The
unusual phase variance we detected was actually an indication of a
temporal shift. We have transported him from twenty years in the
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Torres: "I’ve gone over and over the
transporter logs. There’s no question that if we try to transport
ourselves through that wormhole we’ll end up twenty years in the
past."
Kim: "Then lets do it. It’s better than trying to spend the next
seventy years trying to get back."
Paris: "How can we do that? You’d be going back to a time when you
were only two years old."
Janeway: "I know you’re disappointed, Harry, we all are. It seemed we
were so close. But clearly we can’t go back. It would pollute the
time line to such an extent that the consequences would be
unimaginable. I’m afraid we’ll have to send you back alone and ask
that you not reveal anything that has happened here."
Telek: "I can assure you, Captain, that I would not do anything that
might contaminate the future and perhaps harm the Romulan
Empire,
but, in twenty years I could alert Starfleet not to launch the
mission which sent you here."
Chakotay: "I’m afraid that’s not possible either. We’ve already had a
huge impact on this quadrant. People and events here would be
drastically affected."
Janeway: "I’m afraid we’re left with our original request. In twenty
years, would you relay our personal messages to Starfleet?"
Telek: "Of course. At the proper time I will transmit them. If you
should find a way back within my lifetime, I’ll be an old man, but I
would welcome a message from you. I am Telek Ramor of the Romulan
Astrophysical Academy."
Janeway: "I promise you’ll hear from us. Because we will get back." |
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Tuvok: "These are our messages."
Telek: "I wish you luck on your journey."
Janeway: "And I thank you for your help. Energize."
Torres: "The signal’s in the pattern buffer. Transferring to the
emitter array."
Kim: "Phase variance is out of sync again."
Torres: "Compensating. Transport complete, Captain. He made it."
Janeway: "I’ll tell the crew. They can have the satisfaction of
knowing that their messages have reached their families."
Tuvok: "Captain, I did not want to mention this until after our guest
had left. I checked the computers databanks for a Romulan scientist
named Telek Ramor."
Janeway: "And?"
Tuvok: "I’m sorry to report that Doctor Ramor died in 2367."
Janeway: "That was four years ago!"
Tuvok: "That is correct. Before he would have sent our messages."
Torres: "Maybe he left a will telling someone else to transmit the
messages. Or he could have given our computer chip to the Romulan
Government."
Tuvok: "It is possible. Unfortunately there is no way to know."
Janeway: "Then let’s move on. We’ve got a long way to go." |
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Baxter: "I tried a new hamstring
exercise. Maybe I overdid it. But my workouts are about all that
stand between me and a severe case of cabin fever."
Doctor: "Lieutenant, I am the Chief Medical Officer of this ship. If you
have something to say to me, please, direct the statement to me."
Baxter: "Well, you see, I need the work out."
Doctor: "I’m not telling you not to work out. I’m suggesting you use a
modicum of commonsense when you do it. If I see you in here again
for an exercise related injury, I’ll have to discuss the matter with
your superior officer."
Baxter: "Yes, sir."
Doctor: "You’re fine now. You may leave."
Baxter: "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
Kes: "I don’t think he’ll make the mistake of ignoring you again."
Doctor: "Captain Janeway has made me realise that I must function as
more than an emergency medical replacement. I must think of myself
as a member of the crew."
Kes: "You’re absolutely right."
Doctor: "I’ve prepared a list of things I’d like to see added to
sickbay. Perhaps you could present it to the Captain?"
Kes: "I’d be happy to."
Doctor: "There’s one more request, something of a, a personal nature. I
would like a name." |
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