| Ta: |
Recording signal locked onto the Enterprise, sir.
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| R : |
This looks like anything but farmland.
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| Ge: |
Agreed, sir. The soil appears almost completely lifeless.
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| R : |
This is the exact position in the Tripoli log. Do you recognize
anything, Data?
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| Da: |
The land contours are familiar, sir. Topographically this is correct
the area.
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| Ge: |
This once was rich farmland. I'd say something like 20 to 30 years ago.
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| Da: |
I was discovered 26 years ago.
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| Ge: |
Commander. I'd say that everything on this planet was either
dead or dying at the time Data was found.
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| Da: |
I was found 20 meters in that direction, sir.
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| Ta: |
Data. Any idea at all why you were given the colonists' memories?
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| Da: |
I've always felt that it was done hurriedly. But I know little
more. Here, sir. This is where the cruiser's landing party found the
signal device that led them here. And they found me lying there.
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| Ta: |
You were just lying out there in the open? No identity record, no
instructions?
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| Da: |
Only a layer of dust.
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| R : |
Wtat's the first thing you remember, Data?
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| Da: |
Opening my eyes, looking at the eyes of triple landing party. They
believed signal device sensed their presence and activated me.
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| Ta: |
Then this very spot was your birthplace.
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| Ge: |
Commander. I think I've got this place figured out here. This was very
cleverly done to make this look like a natural hollow in the terrain
here. There are signs of it being costructed in a hurry as if to
hide something here.
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| Da: |
Yes. That was it, Geordi. This awakens a memory remnant of how the
colonists hoped to remain hidden. But their fear of being discoverd
led to their storing information in me.
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| Ge: |
Ah, yeah, thought so.
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| Ta: |
No life readings in here, either, sir.
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| R : |
The colonists' laboratory---extremely well-equipped. Does this stir
any memories, Data?
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| Da: |
Only a vague impression of some of my functions being tested here.
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| R : |
Posted by proud parents?
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| Da: |
It depicts something that feels familiar, sir, and dangerous. But
I have no idea what it represents. And that is all except for
an impression of this being a Dr. Soong's work area.
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| R : |
Who? You don't mean Dr. Noonien Soong?
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| Da: |
He was called that here. But his memories indicate he traveled here
under a different name.
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| Ge: |
Dr. Noonien Soong, my friend, happens to have been Earth's foremost
robotics scientist.
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| Ta: |
Until he tried to make Asimov's dream of a positronic brain come true.
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| R : |
A positronic brain. He promised so much and then when he failed
completely Dr. Soong disappeared. Now we know he went somewhere else
to try a second time. Data, Geordi, we'll get a close look at this lab.
You and Lieutenant Worf reconnoiter where those corridors lead.
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| Ta: |
Aye, sir.
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| Ge: |
Data. It's you.
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| R : |
An epidermal mold made to give your exterior the desired finish.
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| Ta: |
Lieutenant Yar to Commander Riker.
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| R : |
Come in, Lieutenat.
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| Ta: |
Sir, this installation is big enough to hold hundreds of people, but
all that's here now is empty beds.
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| R : |
Thank you, Lieutenant. Complete your record scans and report back here.
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| Ge: |
Commander Riker. Looks like some sort of storage area.
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| R : |
How many more Datas are there?
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| Ge: |
Looks like just these two. I, I mean, that and the real Data.
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| Da: |
Commander. Can this be another me? Or possibly my brother?
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| R : |
I honestly don't know, Data.
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| Da: |
He needs assembling.
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| R : |
He? Data. We don't know that this can become alive.
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| Da: |
It is very important for me to know that, sir. I never dreamed it
was possible that I might find some link with a form like my own.
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| R : |
Understood. We'll take it back to the ship with us.
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