you
to crew quarters.
You're alive.
You betrayed us all!
Good-bye, Father.
Captain's Starlog,
May 27, 2154.
Our actions at the Klingon colony appear
to have satisfied the High Council.
They've called off their plans
to retaliate against Earth.
You could at least let me finish my work,
before you take it away and destroy it.
No one's destroyed
anything.
It's being stored in
a secure location.
Maybe someday,
we'll figure out how to use it to
benefit humanity.
I wouldn't count on it.
I've been thinking...
...perfecting
humanity...
may not be possible.
Cybernetics.
Artificial life-forms.
Good-bye, Doctor.
I doubt I'll finish
the work myself.
Might take a generation or two.
Hmm.Surak...
It's been a long road
Getting from there to here
It's been a long time
But my time is finally near
And I will see my dream
come alive at last
I will touch the sky
And they're not gonna
hold me down no more
No, they're not
gonna change my mind
'Cause I've got faith
of the heart
I'm going where my heart
will take me
I've got faith to believe
I can do anything
I've got strength
of the soul
No one's gonna bend
or break me
I can reach any star
I've got faith
I've got, I've got
I've got faith
Faith of the heart.
Admiral Maxwell Forrest's
Personal Log.
I've arrived on Vulcan, hopeful that the High Command
is finally ready to conduct joint missions with Starfleet.
Admiral, the High Command will tell you its decision
at the proper time.
After all we've been through, I'd rather hear
the good news from you.
The High Command hasn't included me
in their discussions.
They're not telling their own ambassador to Earth
what they're planning?
Welcome to the club.
Admiral, I know you find
our reluctance to share technology
and discoveries restrictive.
I can think of a few
stronger words than that.
We don't know what
to do about humans.
Of all the species we've made contact with,
yours is the only one we can't define.
You have the arrogance of Andorians,
the stubborn pride of Tellarites...
One moment, you're as driven by your emotions as Klingons,
and the next, you confound us by suddenly embracing logic.
I'm sure those qualities are found
in every species.
Not in such confusing abundance.
Ambassador.
Are Vulcans afraid of humans?
Why?
Because there is one species
you remind us of.
Vulcans.
We had our wars, Admiral, just as humans did.
Our planet was devastated, our civilization nearly destroyed.
Logic saved us.
But it took us almost 1,500 years
for us to rebuild our world and travel to the stars.
You humans did the same
in less than a century.
There are those on the High Command
who wonder what humans
would achieve in the century to come,
and they don't like the answer.
We're not the Klingons.
We only want to be your partners.
To do what the nations of
Earth have learned to do:
to work together in common cause.
Unfortunately, the future of relations
between our worlds is not mine to control.
[ distant explosion rumbling ]
[ second, closer explosion ]
Captain!
Here!
That's another game -- 21-2.
Time to switch sides again, Doctor.
Certainly.
This is a most enjoyable sport.
Reminiscent of Octran fertility contests.
Captain...
I've just spoken with Starfleet Command.
Except we're fully clothed,
which is probably for the best.
Captain's Log, Supplemental.
Enterprise has arrived at Vulcan
as ordered.
Three days after the bombing of Earth's embassy,
the death toll stands at 43,
and I've lost my friend, Admiral Forrest.
Vulcan authorities still have no lead on who's responsible.
I'm sorry to keep you from your family, but I'm going to need you
on the investigation full-time. That's where I prefer to be.
Your mother and husband will understand?
My mother hasn't responded to my communiques.
It's not