little taller.
Isn't that odd?
You may scan me without
subterfuge, Commander Data.
You are not as we imagined you.
No?
You are human.
Why have you asked
us to come here?
Praetor?
I've never met
a human woman before.
I'm only half human.
Deanna Troi...
of Betazed.
Empathic and telepathic
abilities, Ship's Counselor...
all this I knew, but I
never knew you were so...
beautiful.
You seem quite familiar
with our personnel.
Oh, I am, Commander Riker.
May I touch your hair?
We came to Romulus
on a matter we were assured
was of great importance.
If you have anything
to say to us as representatives
of the Federation,
I suggest you do it now.
Yes.
I'm sorry, Captain.
There is so much
we need to talk about.
I would be interested to know
what we are talking about.
Unity, Captain.
Tearing down the walls
between us,
to recognize that we are one.
I'm talking of the thing
that makes us the same...
peace.
We want peace.
Right now, you're thinking,
"This all sounds
too good to be true."
But you're also thinking
that the chance for peace
is too promising to ignore.
Am I right?
Yes.
Then perhaps it's time
to add some illumination
to our discussion.
Computer, raise the lighting
four levels.
When I was very young,
I was stricken
with an odd disease.
I developed
a hypersensitivity to sound.
Even the slightest whisper
caused me agony.
No one could do
anything about it.
Finally, I was taken to a doctor
who had some experience
of Terran illnesses
and he diagnosed me
with Shalaft's syndrome.
Do you know of it, Captain?
Yes.
Then you know
it's a very rare syndrome.
Genetic.
Apparently, all the male members
of a family have it.
Eventually, I was treated,
and now I can hear
as well as you can, Captain.
I can see as well as you can.
I can feel...
everything you feel.
In fact, I feel exactly
what you feel...
don't I, Jean-Luc?
Come to dinner...
tomorrow on Romulus,
just the two of us.
Or should I say...
just the one of us?
I think you'll be wanting this.
Till tomorrow then, Captain.
We have much to discuss.
Computer, return lighting
to previous level.
There's no doubt, Captain...
right down to your aggressive
strain of Shalaft's syndrome.
He's a clone.
They probably used a hair
follicle or a skin cell.
Why?
I intend to find out,
Number One.
Inform Starfleet
of the situation.
I need to know
where the hell he came from.
Counselor.
We supported you, Shinzon,
when you assassinated
the Senate.
You told us
the timing was perfect
for an attack
on the Federation.
I don't understand
why now, you delay.
You don't have to understand.
And bringing
the Enterprise here...
What possible purpose
could that serve?
I have a purpose.
Then perhaps
you'll enlighten us.
Silence from you!
You really must learn patience,
Commander.
Spend 18 hours every day
under the lash
of a Romulan guard, and you'll
soon understand patience.
Now go.
Commander Donatra.
Please, remain.
There's a word
I want you to consider:
allegiance.
It's something I demand
from those who serve me.
Do I serve you?
Yes.
And I think, faithfully.
Commander Suran,
on the other hand...
gives me pause.
Here's another word, Praetor:
trust.
Do you trust me?
How far does that trust extend?
How...
deep does it go?
What must a Commander do
to prove herself
faithful to you?
What must a woman do?
You... are not a woman.
You are a Romulan.
Serve me faithfully,
and you will be rewarded.
Keep those lovely eyes
on Commander Suran.
And at the first sign
of treachery...
Dispose of him.
Then you will have
proven yourself.
Now go.
And, Commander...
if you ever touch me again...
I'll kill you.
The Romulans had somehow
gained possession of your DNA
and I had been created.
And when I was ready,
they were going
to replace you with me...
put a Romulan agent
at the heart of Starfleet.
It was a bold plan.
What happened?
As happens frequently
here on Romulus...