you?
What can you be afraid of?
Captain, I am picking up
an unusual
electromagnetic signature
from the Kolarun system.
What sort of signature?
Positronic.
It's very faint,
but I've isolated it
to the third planet
in the Kolarun system.
What do we know about it?
Uncharted.
We'll have to get closer
for a more detailed scan.
Theories?
Since positronic signatures
have only been known to emanate
from androids such as myself,
it is logical to theorize
there is an android
on Kolarus III.
Just what I was afraid of.
Captain? Diverting
to the Kolarus system
takes us awfully close
to the Romulan Neutral Zone.
It's still well on our side.
I think, uh...
I think it's worth
taking a look.
Don't worry, Number One.
We'll still have you to Betazed
with plenty of time to spare.
Thank you, sir.
Where we will all honor
the Betazoid tradition.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'll be in the gym.
Mr. Branson, lay in a course
for the Kolarun system.
Warp five.
What do you think, Data?
A long-lost relative?
I'm reading six distinct
positronic signatures spread out
over a few kilometers
on the planet's surface.
What do we know
about the population
on Kolarus III?
Isolated pockets of humanoids.
It appears to be
a prewarp civilization
at an early stage
of industrial development.
Captain, I wouldn't recommend
using the transporter.
That ion storm doesn't
look very neighborly.
It could head in our direction
without much warning.
Understood.
Data, Mr. Worf.
You're with me.
Captain, I don't have
to remind you...
I appreciate
your concern, Number One.
But, uh, I've been
itching to try the Argo.
I'll bet.
Captain's prerogative.
There's no foreseeable danger.
And your wife would
never forgive me
if anything were
to happen to you.
You have the Bridge...
Mr. Troi.
I will always be puzzled
by the human predilection
for piloting vehicles
at unsafe velocities.
Over that rise, sir.
Half a kilometer.
The radiant
electromagnetic field
is interfering
with my tricorder
but we are within a few meters
of the signal.
Fan out.
Let's search around.
It appears to be a robotic arm.
Very astute.
Mr. Worf, bring it
to the vehicle.
This doesn't feel right.
The final signature
is approximately
100 meters to the north, sir.
It's you.
The resemblance is striking.
- Fascinating.
- Fascinating.
To the vehicle.
I think it's time
to try some unsafe velocities.
Why do you have a shiny head?
This is not the appropriate time
for a conversation.
Why?
Because the Captain
has to concentrate
on piloting the vehicle.
Why?
- Because...
- Data!
Sorry, sir.
Have I said something wrong?
Data.
Valve transfer initiated.
You know, all things
considered, Data
I think you have nicer eyes.
Our eyes are identical, Doctor.
So what have we got, Geordi?
Well, I'd say he has
the same internal mechanics
as Data
but not as much
positronic development.
The neural pathways
aren't nearly as sophisticated.
I'd say he's a prototype.
Something Dr. Soong
created prior to Data.
Do you have a name, sir?
I am... B-4.
B-4. Dr. Soong's penchant
for whimsical names
seems to have no end.
Can you tell us
how you came to be
on the planet
where we found you?
I do not know.
Do you remember anything
of your life
before you were on the planet?
No.
Why does the tall man
have a furry face?
Number One, keep me informed
and, uh, Geordi, reassemble him.
Aye, sir.
B-4, do you know who I am?
You are me.
No.
My name is Data.
I am your brother.
Tea, Earl Grey, hot.
Captain, you have
an alpha priority communication
from Starfleet Command.
Acknowledged.
Admiral Janeway,
how good to see you again.
Jean-Luc, how'd you like
a trip to Romulus?
With or without
the rest of the fleet?
A diplomatic mission.
We've been invited,
believe it or not.
Seems there's been
some kind of internal
political shakeup.
The new Praetor,
someone called Shinzon
has requested
a Federation envoy.