received a communication from Starfleet. They want your performance analysis of the new weapons systems. - The weapons systems? - Yes, sir. The ones we've been testing for the past few days. That's right. What should I tell them, sir? Tell them... Tell them we haven't finished yet. - What are you doing? - I had to be near you. Computer, increase temperature by five degrees. - Get out of that water! - Leave me alone! Could I have a glass of water? It's so cold in here. Your temperature has dropped eight degrees. I want to run a hypothalamic series right away. Three other crew members have complained about the temperature. Some feel like they have fevers. Others are freezing. Call Dr Selar and Dr Hacopian. Looks like a viral infection. I want to check on Lt Worf. Worf, have you had any unusual symptoms lately? Headaches, nausea, dizziness? Do you hear me? I'm gonna run a bioscan. Lie down. OK. We can do this sitting up. What is this? Worf, how long have you had this on your neck? Looks like it's full of a bioacidic compound, almost like a venom sac. Open your mouth. Get a hypospray. I got her into stasis before the venom paralysed her. She will need reconstructive surgery, but I think she'll be alright. Sir, we've analysed the venom. Compared to the acidic compound found at junction 17, they all have the same enzymatic composition. - Worf is spraying this... - Venom. ...this venom all over the ship? I'd say so. 60 crewmen are exhibiting strange behavioural changes. Memory loss, fatigue, headaches. One thing is clear. There's a disease aboard the Enterprise and it's spreading. I'm having trouble concentrating myself. It's like my mind keeps wandering. I can't... Commander, I've got seven teams hunting Worf. For some reason, the sensors can't lock onto him. I've called a level-two security alert. Should we go to level one? What do you think? - I think we should. - OK, sounds good. Then you'll take care of that security thing? - Yes, sir, I will. - I'll notify Starfleet. I'll tell them what's happening. You have your orders. Dismissed. Computer, send a subspace message. Starfleet Command. Security-channel authorisation. Alpha-47 authorisation required to activate security channel. Computer. Awaiting authorisation. Captain's log, supplemental. Cmdr Data and I have recovered the torpedo after three days. We are en route back. Captain, the ship is not at the prearranged coordinates. Have they been delayed? I do not know. I am unable to raise them on any channel. Scan the vicinity. See if you can find them. I found it, sir. Two light years away. Set a course. The Enterprise appears to be adrift. I read power fluctuations on all decks. - Life signs? - There are life signs. However, sensor readings are distorted. I am unable to identify specific life forms. Adjust the axial stabilisers to match attitude and rotation, then dock the shuttle manually. Main power is off line. All systems are in standby or emergency mode. There is no response from any manned station. - Any sign of the crew? - I cannot access sensors here. - Sounds like animals. - Yes, sir. I am able to discern over 300 different vocalisations. Look at this. It is composed of reptilian DNA. I believe it is an epidermal layer cast off during moulting. - But it seems to be humanoid. - Yes, sir. I cannot explain it. No species aboard the Enterprise shed their skin in this fashion. Sir. These are Counsellor Troi's quarters. - Can you tell if she's inside? - No, sir. Data. I want to have a look in here. Stand ready. Environmental settings in these quarters have been altered. Data, over here. Deanna. What's happened to her? Her DNA is in a state of ribocyatic flux. Her genetic codes are being resequenced. Her cells are mutating. At a fundamental level, she is no longer human. What is she? Her respiratory tissue can metabolise both ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст ДМБ-002 на английском - текст Белая планета на английском - текст Реальная любовь на английском - текст На краю Вселенной на английском - текст Друг на английском |