Star Trek: First Contact Page #5

to become more human.

Human. We used to be

exactly like them. Flawed, weak,

organic.

But we evolved to include the synthetic.

Now we use both to attain perfection.

Your goal should be the same as ours.

Believing oneself to be perfect

is often the sign of a delusional mind.

Small words from a small being

trying to attack

what he doesn't understand.

I understand that you have

no real interest in me,

that your goal is

to obtain the encryption codes

for the Enterprise computer.

That is one of our goals, one of many.

But in order to reach it,

I am willing to help you reach yours.

Is it becoming clear to you yet?

Look at yourself,

standing there, cradling the new flesh

that I've given you.

If it means nothing to you,

why protect it?

I am simply imitating

the behavior of humans.

You're becoming more human

all the time, Data.

Now you're learning how to lie.

My programming was not designed

to process these sensations.

Then tear the skin from your limb

as you would a defective circuit.

Go ahead, Data. We won't stop you.

Do it. Don't be tempted by flesh.

Are you familiar

with physical forms of pleasure?

If you are referring to sexuality,

I am fully functional,

programmed in multiple techniques.

How long has it been

since you've used them?

Eight years,

seven months, 16 days,

four minutes, 22...

Far too long.

- We should bring reinforcements.

- There's no time.

It looks as if they're building the beacon

right on top of the particle emitter.

Once all the transponder rods

are in place,

the beacon will be activated.

Well, if we set our phasers

to full power, we can...

No. There's a risk that we hit the dish.

It's charged with antiprotons.

We could destroy half the ship.

We have to find another way.

Come on, come on.

- Doctor!

- Sir?

You still looking for the bathroom?

- I'm not going back.

- Look, Doc, we can't do this without you.

I don't care. I don't wanna be a statue.

- Doctor...

- You stay away from me.

We don't have time for this.

You told him about the statue?

For this to work, all three maglocks

will have to be released.

Magnetic constrictors are disengaged.

They've adapted.

Warning. Decompression in 45 seconds.

Hawk!

We've had a change of plans, Data.

Assimilate this.

Only got an hour to go, Doc.

How you feeling?

I got a four-alarm hangover,

either from the whiskey

or your laser beam, or both,

but I'm ready to make history.

- Troi to Commander Riker.

- Riker here.

- We're ready to open the launch door.

- Go ahead.

Look at that.

What, you don't have a moon

in the 24th century?

Sure we do. It just looks a lot different.

There are 50 million people

living on the moon in my time.

You can see Tycho City, New Berlin,

even Lake Armstrong on a day like this.

- And you know, Doctor...

- Please!

Don't tell me it's all thanks to me.

I've heard enough

about the great Zefram Cochrane.

I don't know

who writes your history books

or where you get your information from,

but you people got

some pretty funny ideas about me.

You all look at me as if I'm some kind

of saint or visionary or something.

I don't think you're a saint, Doc,

but you did have a vision.

And now we're sitting in it.

You wanna know what my vision is?

Dollar signs. Money.

I didn't build this ship

to usher in a new era for humanity.

You think I want to go to the stars?

I don't even like to fly! I take trains!

I built this ship so that I could retire

to some tropical island

filled with naked women.

That's Zefram Cochrane.

That's his vision.

This other guy you keep talking about,

this historical figure,

I never met him.

I can't imagine I ever will.

Someone once said, "Don't try to be

a great man. Just be a man,

and let history

make its own judgments. "

That's rhetorical nonsense.

- Who said that?

- You did, 10 years from now.

You got 58 minutes, Doc.

You better get on that checklist.

They're on the move again.

The Borg just overran

three of our defense checkpoints.

They've taken over Decks 5 and 6.

They've adapted

to every modulation of our weapons.

It's like we're shooting blanks.

We'll have to work

on finding another way

to modify our weapons

so they'll be more effective.

In the meantime,

tell your men to stand their ground.

- Sir...

- Fight hand-to-hand if they have to.

Aye, sir.

Wait.

Captain, our weapons are useless.

We must activate

the auto-destruct sequence

and use the escape pods

to evacuate the ship.

No!

Jean-Luc, if we destroy the ship,

we destroy the Borg.

We're gonna stay and fight.

Sir, we have lost the Enterprise.

We should not sacrifice...

We have not lost

the Enterprise, Mr. Worf.

We are not going to lose the Enterprise.

Not to the Borg,

not while I'm in command.

- You have your orders.

- I must object to this course of action.

- It is...

- The objection is noted.

With all due respect, sir,

I believe you are allowing

your personal experience with the Borg

to influence your judgment.

You're afraid.

You want to destroy the ship

and run away. You coward.

Jean-Luc.

If you were any other man,

I would kill you where you stand.

Get off my Bridge.

- So what do we do now?

- We carry out his orders.

Dyson, Kaplan,

- start working on a way to modify...

- Wait!

...the weapon systems.

- This is stupid!

If we can get off this ship

and then blow it up, let's do it!

Once the Captain's made up his mind,

the discussion is over.

Lily!

- You son of a b*tch.

- This really isn't the time.

Okay, I don't know jack

about the 24th century,

but everybody out there thinks

that staying here

and fighting the Borg is suicide.

They're just afraid to come in here

and say it.

The crew is accustomed

to following my orders.

They're probably accustomed

to your orders making sense.

None of them

understand the Borg as I do.

No one does.

No one can.

What is that supposed to mean?

Six years ago,

they assimilated me into their collective.

I had their cybernetic devices

implanted throughout my body.

I was linked to the hive mind,

every trace of individuality erased.

I was one of them.

So you can imagine, my dear,

I have a somewhat unique perspective

on the Borg,

and I know how to fight them.

Now, if you will excuse me,

I have work to do.

I am such an idiot.

It's so simple.

The Borg hurt you,

and now you're going to hurt them back.

In my century,

we don't succumb to revenge.

We have a more evolved sensibility.

Bullshit! I saw the look on your face

when you shot those Borg

on the Holodeck.

You were almost enjoying it!

- How dare you.

- Oh, come on, Captain.

You're not the first man

to get a thrill from murdering someone.

I see it all the time!

- Get out!

- Or what?

You'll kill me

like you killed Ensign Lynch?

- There was no way to save him.

- You didn't even try.

Where was

your evolved sensibility then?

- I don't have time for this.

- Hey.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean

to interrupt your little quest.

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