Star Trek: First Contact Page #4

Since you seem to know

so much about me,

you must be aware that I am

programmed to evolve, to better myself.

We, too, are on a quest

to better ourselves,

evolving toward a state of perfection.

Forgive me, but the Borg do not evolve.

They conquer.

By assimilating other beings

into our collective,

we are bringing them closer

to perfection.

Somehow, I question your motives.

That is because

you haven't been properly

stimulated yet.

You have reactivated my emotion chip.

- Why?

- Don't be frightened.

I am not frightened.

Do you know what this is, Data?

It would appear you are attempting

to graft organic skin

onto my endoskeletal structure.

What a cold description

for such a beautiful gift.

Was that good for you?

How many planets

are in this Federation?

Over 150,

spread across 8,000 light-years.

You must not get home much.

Actually, I tend to think of this ship

as home.

But if it's Earth you're talking about,

I try to get back whenever I can.

Good. They haven't broken

the encryption codes yet.

Who, those bionic zombies

you told me about? The...

- Borg.

- Borg? Sounds Swedish.

- How big is this ship?

- There are 24 decks,

almost 700 meters long.

It took me six months

to scrounge up enough titanium

just to build a four-meter cockpit.

How much did this thing cost?

The economics of the future

are somewhat different.

You see, money doesn't exist

in the 24th century.

No money?

You mean you don't get paid?

The acquisition of wealth is no longer

the driving force in our lives.

We work to better ourselves

and the rest of humanity.

Actually, we're rather like yourself

and Dr. Cochrane.

All right! All right.

- Come on.

- Is there another way around?

I know what I'm doing.

Definitely not Swedish.

What the hell are you doing?

Perhaps something in satin?

I'm sorry, gentlemen, but we're closing.

And you do understand

we have a strict dress code,

so if you boys don't leave right now, I'll...

I'm looking for Nicky the Nose.

The Nose?

He hasn't been here in months.

This is the wrong chapter.

Computer! Begin chapter 13.

Try and look

as if you're having a good time.

No, no, no, look at me!

Try to act naturally.

There he is.

Ruby, this is not a good time.

It's never the time for us, is it, Dix?

Always some excuse,

- some case you're working on.

- I have to talk to Nicky. I'll see you later.

Okay, but watch your caboose.

And dump the broad.

Well, well, well.

Look what the cat dragged in.

What's shaking, Dix?

The usual, Nick. Martinis and skirts.

Excuse me.

Hey, I'm going to take that personal

in a second.

No offense.

Hey!

Hey!

I think you got him.

I don't get it.

I thought you said

this was all just a bunch of holograms.

- If it's holograms...

- I disengaged the safety protocols.

Without them,

even a holographic bullet can kill.

- What are you doing?

- I'm looking for the neuroprocessor.

Every Borg has one.

It's like a memory chip.

It will contain a record

of all the instructions

this Borg has been receiving

from the collective.

Oh, my.

Jean-Luc, it's one of your uniforms.

Yes, this was Ensign Lynch.

Tough luck, huh?

I've gotta get to the Bridge.

Good morning, sir.

Doctor?

- Yeah?

- Would you mind taking a look at this?

Yeah.

I tried to reconstruct

the intermix chamber

from what I remember in school.

Tell me if I got it right.

School?

- You learned about this in school?

- Oh, yeah.

Basic Warp Design is

a required course at the Academy.

The first chapter is called

"Zefram Cochrane".

Well, it looks like you got it right.

Commander, this is

what we're thinking of using

to replace the damaged

warp plasma conduit.

Yeah, Reg. Yeah, that's good,

but you need to reinforce

this copper tubing with a nanopolymer.

Dr. Cochrane, I know this sounds silly,

but can I shake your hand?

Thank you, Doctor.

I can't tell you what an honor it is

to work with you on this project.

- Reg.

- I never imagined that I'd be meeting

- the man who invented warp drive. I...

- Reg!

I'm sorry. Right. Thanks.

Do they have to keep doing that?

It's just a little hero worship, Doc.

To tell you the truth,

I can't say I blame them.

We all grew up

hearing about what you did here.

Or what you're about to do.

You know,

I probably shouldn't even tell you this,

but I went

to Zefram Cochrane High School.

Really?

You know, I wish I had a picture of this.

- What?

- Well, you see,

in the future, this whole area

becomes an historical monument.

You're standing

almost on the exact spot

where your statue's gonna be.

- Statue?

- Oh, yeah!

It's marble, about 20 meters tall,

and you're looking up at the sky,

and your hand's sort of reaching

toward the future.

I gotta take a leak.

Leak? I'm not detecting any leak.

Don't you people from the 24th century

ever pee?

Leak! I get it.

That's pretty funny.

Excuse me.

Commander?

- Captain.

- Jean-Luc.

Reports of my assimilation

are greatly exaggerated.

I found something you lost.

- I am a Klingon.

- Mr. Worf, report.

The Borg control over half the ship.

We have tried to restore power

to the Bridge and the weapon systems,

- but we have been unsuccessful.

- We have another problem.

I've accessed a Borg neuroprocessor,

and I've discovered

what they're trying to do.

They're transforming the deflector dish

into an interplexing beacon.

Interplexing?

It's a subspace transmitter.

If they activate the beacon,

they'll be able to establish a link

with the Borg living in this century.

But in the 21st century,

the Borg are still in the Delta Quadrant.

They'll send reinforcements.

Humanity will be an easy target.

Attack the Earth in the past

to assimilate the future.

Then we must destroy the deflector dish

before they can activate the beacon.

We can't get to deflector control

or a shuttlecraft...

Mr. Worf, do you remember

your zero-g combat training?

I remember

it made me sick to my stomach.

What are you suggesting?

I think it's time that we took a little stroll.

Hang on.

There's a humanoid life-sign up ahead.

Five hundred eleven meters.

Cochrane?

It's him, all right.

I've re-modulated the pulse emitters,

but I do not believe we will get

more than one or two shots

- before the Borg adapt.

- Then we must make every shot count.

Magnetize.

- Watch your caboose, Dix.

- I intend to.

- How are you doing, Mr. Worf?

- Not well, sir.

Try not to look at the stars.

Keep your eyes on the hull.

Let's go.

Tell me, are you using

a polymer-based neuro-relay

to transmit the organic nerve impulses

to the central processor

of my positronic net?

If that is the case,

how have you solved the problem

of increased signal degradation

inherent to organo-synthetic

transmission...

Do you always talk this much?

Not always, but often.

Why do you insist on utilizing

this primitive linguistic communication?

Your android brain is capable

of so much more.

Have you forgotten? I am endeavoring

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