wishes
are not necessarily paramount.
I am more concerned
with what is best for her.
Wouldn't she be better off
knowing the truth?
Dealing with the reality?
I don't think so.
She's believed she's human
all her life.
The truth might be devastating.
There might come some time in
the future when she would find out.
Another accident, perhaps.
Maybe it would be easier
if she learned the truth from you.
I can tell you
that if I were in her place,
I would rather be told by my son
than by some stranger.
I find I am having difficulty
separating what would be best for her
from what would be best for me.
What do you mean?
If she knew she were an android,
we would have something to share.
I would no longer be alone
in the universe.
I know how much
that means to you, Data.
But at the same time, by telling her,
you're robbing her of the one thing
you've wanted all your life.
To be human.
It's a difficult choice.
Do what you think best, Data.
Whatever decision you make,
we will support it.
Data.
What happened? The last thing
I remember was jumping off a cliff.
You were knocked unconscious.
You broke a bone in your arm,
but Dr Crusher repaired it.
Everything is fine.
Captain's log, supplemental.
The infusion into the core
of Atrea IV has been accomplished.
The core should remain molten
for several hundred years.
When will I see you again?
Perhaps I can visit Atrea
on my next leave.
I would like that very much.
Well, I'd better be going.
There is something you should know.
My father told me...
...that he had only one great love
in his life
and that he regretted never
telling her how much he cared.
I am certain
he was referring to you.
That's nice to know.
On Atrea, there is a saying.
"A child born from parents
who love each other
will have nothing but goodness
in his heart."
I guess that explains you.
Take care of yourself, son.
Goodbye, Mother.
Energise.Personal log, stardate 47391.2.
I am returning from the bat'leth
competition on Forcas III.
The conditions were difficult.
Several contestants were maimed.
But I was triumphant.
I won champion standing.
I am looking forward to resuming
my duties aboard the Enterprise.
However, I am anticipating
a troubling situation.
We'll have to go
into the Argus Array.
It's the third time this year
it's stopped relaying data.
Starfleet is beginning to think
it's more than a simple malfunction.
I want you to start
a long-range scan...
Lieutenant? Are you listening to me?
Yes, sir.
You seem awfully tense for a man
who just came back from vacation.
Today is my birthday.
What's the matter with you?
Because it is my birthday,
I assumed that you
or one of the others
would try to mount
an unexpected social gathering.
A surprise party?
Mr Worf, I hate surprise parties.
- I would never do that to you.
- I am sorry, Commander.
- I'll meet you on the bridge.
- Aye, sir.
Surprise!
I love surprise parties.
Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages
of the Starship Enterprise.
Its continuing mission,
to explore strange new worlds...
...to seek out new life
and new civilisations...
...to boldly go
where no one has gone before.
- That was not a Klingon song.
- It wasn't easy to translate.
There isn't a Klingon word
for "jolly".
It's traditional for the birthday boy
to cut the cake.
Capt Picard sends birthday wishes.
He's on the bridge.
- Happy birthday, Worf.
- Thank you.
A painting.
Yes. I have entered
my Expressionist phase.
This is my interpretation
of the Battle of HarOs.
- The Battle of HarOs?
- I think it's wonderful.
And I know just where to put it.
- What are you doing?
- This room could use more colour.
Nice. The Battle of HarOs, right?
Are you alright?
Yes. I think Data's painting
is making me dizzy.
- Some cake?
- Thank you, Doctor.
- I thought the cake was chocolate.
- Don't I wish?
Alexander gave this to me before
he left to visit your parents.
Thank you.
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