but I've isolated it to the third planet in the Kolarin system. - What do we know? - Uncharted. - We'll have to get closer for more detail. - Theories? Positronic signatures are only known to emanate from androids. It is logical to theorise there is an android on Kolarus III. Just what I feared. Captain? Diverting there takes us close to the Romulan Neutral Zone. It's still well on our side. I think... ...it's worth a look. Don't worry, Number One. - We'll have you to Betazed in time. - Thank you, sir. Where we will all honour the Betazoid tradition. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the gym. Mr Branson, lay in a course for the Kolarin system, warp five. What do you think, Data? A long-Iost relative? I read six distinct positronic signatures, spread out over a few kilometres. - What about the population? - Isolated pockets of humanoids. It appears to be a pre-warp civilisation in early industrial development. I wouldn't recommend the transporter. That ion storm doesn't look neighbourly. - It could head our way without warning. - Understood. - Data, Mr Worf, you're with me. - I needn't remind you... I appreciate your concern, Number One, but I've been itching to try the Argo. I'll bet. Captain's prerogative. There's no foreseeable danger. And your wife wouldn't forgive me if anything happened to you. You have the bridge... Mr Troi. I am puzzled by the human predilection for piloting vehicles at unsafe velocities. Over that rise, sir, half a kilometre. The electromagnetic field is disrupting my tricorder. - We're within metres of the signal. - Fan out. Let's search around. - It appears to be a robotic arm. - Very astute. Bring it to the vehicle. This doesn't feel right. The final signature is 100 metres north. - It's you. - The resemblance is striking. Fascinating. To the vehicle! I think it's time to try some unsafe velocities. Why do you have a shiny head? - Conversation isn't appropriate. - Why? - The captain has to concentrate. - Why? - Because... - Data! Sorry, sir. Have I said something wrong? You know, all things considered, Data, I think you have nicer eyes. Our eyes are identical, Doctor. - So what have we got, Geordi? - Well... ...his mechanics are like Data's, with less positronic development. The neural pathways aren't 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 has no end. How did you come to be where we found you? - I do not know. - Do you remember anything of your life? No. Why does the tall man have a furry face? Number One, keep me informed, and Geordi, reassemble him. - B-4, do you know who I am? - You are me. No. My name is Data. I am your brother. Tea, Earl Grey, hot. An Alpha Priority communication from Starfleet Command for you, Captain. Acknowledged. Admiral Janeway, good to see you. Jean-Luc. How would you like a trip to Romulus? - With or without the fleet? - A diplomatic mission. We're invited, believe it or not. There's been an internal political shake up. The new Praetor, Shinzon, has requested a Federation envoy. - New Praetor? - Here's more. He's Reman. Believe me, we don't understand it either. You're the closest ship. Go and hear what he has to say. Get the lay of the land. An unstable Empire could mean trouble for the quadrant. - Understood. - We're sending you all our intelligence. But it's not much. I don't need to tell you to watch your back. - Hardly. - The Son'a, the Borg, the Romulans... you get all the easy assignments. - Just lucky, Admiral. - Let's hope it holds. Janeway out. Helmsman, lay in a new course. Take us to Romulus. Warp eight. Course laid in. - Romulus? - The Opal Sea will have to wait. Engage. As you can see, one side of Remus always faces the sun. Due to the extreme temperatures on that half, the Remans live on ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Человек-невидимка на английском - текст Перевал на английском - текст Кудряшка Сью на английском - текст Странствия сердца на английском - текст Ловец снов на английском |