Why were you rolling around
in Cyprion cactus?
- You know Rebecca Smith?
- The new tactical officer?
We took a walk, we sat down,
we got comfortable,
things got romantic
and then I rolled over.
Blurred vision, dizziness.
Palpitations.
A stinging sensation
in the lower spine.
It's Terellian Death Syndrome,
isn't it?
We agreed you'd come to me before
checking the medical database.
Well, this time I'm glad I did.
Maybe we can stop the cellular decay
before it's too late.
Reg, you don't have
Terellian Death Syndrome.
- You're sure?
- I'm sure.
Then maybe it is
Symbalene Blood Burn.
No.
I don't see anything wrong at all.
Wait a minute.
There is a slight imbalance
in your K-3 cell count.
My K-3s? No!
Barclay, I'm sure it's nothing.
I'll run a microcellular scan.
We'll see.
This'll take a couple of minutes.
- How's my smallest patient doing?
- She is doing well.
Her appetite has increased
by seven percent.
She's engaging in prenatal behaviour.
She is getting close. You'll have
a fresh litter of kittens this week.
Let me run an amniotic scan
to make sure everything's fine.
Doctor...
- My capillaries are shrinking.
- Excuse me.
Alyssa, take care of Spot.
- Start a preliminary amniotic scan.
- Yes, Doctor.
My intravascular pressure
is going through the roof.
It is elevated. You've also got
heightened electrophoretic activity.
Electrophoretic activity?
Is it serious?
Well, based on this, I'd say
you've got 70, maybe 80 years.
80 years?
Yes, Reg. What you've got
is a mild case of Urodelean flu.
It's nothing serious.
Most humans have an immunity to it.
But the T-cell in your DNA that
would normally fight it is dormant.
So, I have bad genes?
You have one dormant gene
out of 100,000.
I can activate that gene
with a synthetic T-cell to let the
body fight the infection naturally.
You should feel better in a few days.
- Thank you. I feel much better.
- Good.
Now, stay away from
the medical database.
And you stay out of the arboretum.
Everything looks fine.
Do you want to know
the sex of the kittens?
Many humans prefer not to know
in order to experience the surprise
during birth.
I believe
I will preserve the mystery.
I know what you mean.
I don't want to know either.
Alyssa?
Spot's not the only one
who's going to be a mother.
Alyssa, that's wonderful.
How did Andrew take the news?
He was a little shocked.
But he's getting over it.
I have spent nine weeks
an expectant parent.
I could share my insights
with your husband.
If my experience is any indication,
he will need all the help
he can get.
Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages
of the Starship Enterprise.
Its continuing mission,
to explore strange new worlds...
...to seek out new life
and new civilisations...
...to boldly go
where no one has gone before.
Captain's log, stardate 47653.2.
We're performing tests of our new
tactical systems and w*apon upgrades.
Mr Worf is supervising
the exercises.
The next test will involve
the photon torpedoes.
The expl*sive yield
has been increased by 11 percent.
I have enhanced the targeting system
for increased accuracy.
Sounds fascinating. Please proceed.
Setting targeting coordinates.
005, mark 317.
Spread pattern Delta 94.
- Torpedoes armed and loaded, sir.
- Fire when ready.
Worf?
One of the torpedoes
has veered off course.
It is a malfunction
in the guidance system.
Abort and destroy.
The torpedo is not responding.
Subspace detonator will not engage.
Lock on phasers.
- The torpedo is out of range.
- Even for your improved phasers?
Maintain a sensor lock.
We'll have to go after it.
That would be inadvisable. The
asteroid field is unusually dense.
The Enterprise is too large
to navigate through it.
I'll take a shuttlecraft.
Mr Data, you're with me.
Captain, the shuttle pilot on duty
is Lt Hayes.
I happen to be
a reasonably qualified pilot.
Besides, these tests hardly require
the Captain's personal attention.
Understood. Enjoy yourself.
Mr Worf.
I think that you should consider
analysing your new guidance system.
Captain, I will need
to attend to a personal matter.
Me?
It may take several days
for us to complete our mission.
I would prefer a human
to supervise the birthing process.
Well, I'd be honoured.
You are the only other member
of the crew who Spot seems to like.
Really? That's hard to believe.
You're such a sweet little kitty.
She is to you.
However, there have been several
injuries to other members of the crew
who have attempted to care for Spot.
- So, has she picked a place?
- A place?
Cats usually like to pick
a specific location to give birth.
It's usually dark and secluded.
And I believe
that this is it.
I'm curious, sir. Who's the father?
I am not certain.
Spot has escaped
on several occasions,
and there are 12 male felines
on board.
I intend to run a full DNA analysis
on the kittens...
Picard to Data.
Report to shuttlebay two.
On my way, sir.
Goodbye, Spot.
I believe you are in good hands.
You have nothing to worry about, sir.
Problem?
I have performed 13 diagnostics
on the weapons array.
I can find nothing wrong.
I'll have Geordi run a diagnostic
on the torpedo bay.
Must you stand so close to me?
Lieutenant, are you alright?
Yes, I'm fine.
You're not. You've been working
for six hours. Take a break.
- But...
- That's an order.
Thanks for waiting.
Do not approach me unannounced
when I'm eating.
We were meant
to be having lunch together.
- I was hungry.
- I'm hungry, too. Excuse me.
Could I have
an order of Ongilin caviar?
- Make that a double order.
- Certainly.
Caviar? For lunch?
I'm in the mood for something salty.
Besides, it's no stranger
than what you're eating.
Have you noticed how dry the air is
on the ship?
Are the environmental controls
set properly?
You're excused.
Here you go.
Is something wrong?
It has been a difficult day.
The torpedo guidance system failed.
It was my fault.
- You always say that.
- It was my fault!
I designed that guidance system!
Worf, calm down.
I think you're under more stress
than you admit.
Maybe you should get some rest.
Perhaps you are right.
If you will excuse me...
I didn't mean right now.
We removed the guidance module.
There's a fluctuation
in the forward sensor cluster.
We think it may be
a radial imbalance.
We want to run a diagnostic
but we have to shut down power.
Wait a minute. Slow down.
Which sensor cluster?
The forward. A power fluctuation
in the converter nodes.
It's a minor adjustment.
It's all here on this diagram,
Commander.
I'll look this over later.
Run your diagnostic.
I'll inform the other departments
about the power systems.
I'll check that.
He's full of energy today.
He won't slow down.
He's been like that since last night.
Looks like a plasma conduit
cut out in junction 17.
- I'll go look at it.
- I'll go with you. Keep you posted.
Computer, increase ambient
temperature by two degrees.
Increase relative humidity
by ten percent.
Computer, reset environmental
controls to standard.
Worf, it's freezing in here.
You have raised the temperature
three times. It is too hot.
Live with it. Computer,
execute my original command.
I need a bath. You have the bridge.
Here we are.
Looks like a ruptured conduit.
No problem. I'll just bypass it.
Reg, wait a second.
Take a look at these corroded edges.
It looks like something
has eaten right through the conduit.
There are high levels of
cholic acid here. Enzymatic agents.
You know, I wouldn't be surprised
if that solvent was organic.
Maybe we should run a biospectral
analysis on the solvent.
That's a very good idea,
but first we should take a break.
You go ahead. I'll take care of it.
Commander, we 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 water and air.
Her eyes have developed
nictitating membranes.
I believe she is amphibian.
She has been injured.
Yes, sir. There's Klingon DNA
in the wound. It is saliva.
She's been bitten?
It would appear so.
I will need
a full biospectral analysis.
First we've got
to get the ship under control.
Let's go to the bridge.
His spinal column
has been broken in three places.
It looks like he was att*cked
by an animal.
- Yes, sir.
- Has his DNA been changed?
Yes, sir. However, it was
in its initial stages when he d*ed.
Captain.
I am picking up 1,011 individual
life forms within the ship.
All exhibit a similar genetic flux
to Counsellor Troi's.
So the entire ship has been affected.
Most life forms are scattered
throughout the ship.
However, there are concentrations
in the arboretum and the aquatic lab.
I've regained attitude control
but main power is still off line.
It looks as if the power-transfer
grid has been destroyed.
Will?
Captain.
His cranial plates
have thickened by 20 percent.
His brain is much smaller.
He cannot comprehend our language.
Perhaps we can communicate.
Will, can you understand
what it is...
- He looks almost proto-human.
- Yes, sir.
His DNA would seem to confirm
that observation.
Captain,
I believe the crew is de-evolving.
This tranquilliser should keep him
unconscious for seven hours.
What have you found out?
I have analysed
Cmdr Riker's DNA structure.
A synthetic T-cell
has invaded his genetic codes.
This T-cell has begun to activate
his latent introns.
Introns?
They are genetic codes
which are normally dormant.
They are evolutionary holdovers,
sequences of DNA which provided
key behavioural and physical
characteristics millions of years ago
but are no longer necessary.
For instance, Counsellor Troi's gills
and amphibious characteristics
were derived from introns which
still contain amphibious codes.
So these introns are causing her DNA
to recombine
in an earlier configuration?
That is correct.
In her case, the DNA has created
an amphibious life form
which became extinct
over 50 million years ago.
Cmdr Riker's introns are
changing him into an early hominid.
Yes, sir.
I would say australopithecine.
Each stage is another link
in the evolutionary chain
which stretches back to the origins
of all life forms on Earth.
Because introns
can include genetic material
from many different species
over millions of years,
it is possible that a wide variety
of transformations is occurring.
What about crew members
not from Earth?
All humanoid life
has a similar genetic pattern.
The virus should work on non-human
crew members in the same way.
They're each de-evolving into earlier
forms of life on their worlds.
I feel I must inform you, sir,
you have also been infected
by the intron virus.
How long before I begin to change?
According to my calculations,
within the next 12 hours,
you will exhibit the first signs
of your eventual transformation.
And what will that be?
I believe you will also de-evolve
into an earlier form of primate,
possibly similar to a lemur
or a pygmy marmoset.
Well, before I begin swinging through
the ship looking for breakfast,
we'd better find some answers.
How do we reverse the process?
I am uncertain.
We will need to run
microcellular scans.
But the ship's main computer
has been damaged.
Captain.
The computer in my quarters has
an independent memory-storage unit.
It should not have been affected.
- I suggest we start there.
- Agreed.
It would appear
that Spot has had her kittens.
They sound hungry.
Yes. I am curious as to why
Spot is not caring for them.
It would seem that the virus is
not limited to humanoid life forms.
No, sir.
What is it?
These kittens were born
less than 24 hours ago.
Spot's transformation took place
at approximately the same time.
So, Spot was giving birth
to the kittens
at the same time that she was
changing into a reptilian life form.
I believe so.
For some reason, the intron virus
was not passed on to the kittens.
I do not know why.
If I remember my biology,
several immune systems
come into play in the mother's womb
to protect the foetus
from viral infections.
True. Placental barriers, maternal
antibodies and amniotic fluids
all serve as a filtration system.
Maybe we could have inhibited
the virus
by using the natural antibodies
in Spot's amniotic fluid.
It would take further research.
But to be effective
on humanoid crew,
humanoid antibodies
would be necessary.
We should locate a pregnant humanoid.
Nurse Ogawa
has recently become pregnant.
Where is she?
I have traced her signal
to deck 17, section 21 Alpha.
The arboretum.
One of the warp plasma vents
has failed.
Main Engineering has been abandoned.
There is no one there to fix it.
I can repair the damaged plasma vent
from here.
I'm going to check the status
of the warp core.
Data!
What was that?
I believe it was Lt Barclay.
He was partially transformed
into an arachnid.
- A spider?
- Yes, sir.
Are you alright, Captain?
I have these intense feelings
of fear...
...and panic.
I feel as if I were being watched.
I can't explain it.
You may be experiencing
the initial stages of transformation.
Early primates
were often prey to carnivores.
As a result, their instincts included
a heightened sense of awareness.
In that case, my instincts tell me
that we'd better hurry.
Captain, I have analysed
Nurse Ogawa's embryo.
It is unaffected by the virus.
I believe I can use
her amniotic fluid as a retrovirus.
It would neutralise
the synthetic T-cell
and re-establish
the genetic patterns.
How soon?
It will not take long
to isolate the material.
I will need the sickbay computer.
What was that?
It is large.
Approximately 200 kilograms.
It is heavily armoured
with an exoskeleton.
Life signs appear to be Klingon.
Worf.
Set your phaser on heavy stun.
We cannot be certain
a stun setting will work.
A higher setting might k*ll him.
Listen to that.
He sounds very angry,
really aggressive.
What do you think he wants?
Do you think he's responding
to some predatory instinct?
Do you think he sees us as prey?
There are crew members
in the corridors and other sectors.
It would be easier to consume one
of them than to break through a door.
Then what does he want?
Predators use vocalisations
to frighten other predators,
and to mark territory,
and to commence mating process.
A mating process.
Troi was bitten by a Klingon,
but nowhere
that was life-threatening.
Not near a major artery or organ.
Data, look at this.
Look at this injury.
This wound was never intended
to give her serious harm.
What are you suggesting?
Is it possible that Worf sees Troi
as his mate?
If that is true,
he is trying to reach her now.
We can't leave.
We have to protect her.
We have to work on the retrovirus.
If we could distract him
or lure him away from her...
The mating instinct is quite strong
in Klingon biology.
I am not certain
what would be effective.
Klingons have
a powerful sense of smell.
If we could duplicate
Deanna's pheromones
and convince him
that she was no longer in sickbay...
I'm extracting a blood sample
from a sebaceous gland
where the pheromones are produced.
I can activate the pheromones
with a bioactivant solution.
Can you amplify the pheromones
to be more powerful than her scent?
I believe this will produce
the desired effect.
I will use it to draw Worf away.
You must go on working
on the retrovirus. I'll go.
Captain, that is unwise.
Worf may be faster...
No time to argue.
Deck 17.
Computer, display progress
of genetic resequencing.
Genetic resequencing in progress.
DNA to 70 percent normal.
Computer, increase nucleotide
substitution by 32 percent.
Data to Capt Picard.
- Go ahead, Data.
- The retrovirus is working.
I can release it in a gaseous state.
However, it will take time
to take effect.
Acknowledged.
- Are you alright, sir?
- Yes, I'm fine, Mr Data.
Proceed.
Well, Mr Worf.
Let's hope that when you wake up,
you're a new man.
Captain's log, supplemental.
Cmdr Data has returned the crew
to normal.
Dr Crusher has determined
that the T-cell she used
to clear Mr Barclay's Urodelean flu
initiated the intron virus
which swept through the ship.
So, this is my fault?
No.
In a way, it's mine.
I didn't realise it at the time,
but an anomaly in your chemistry
caused the T-cell to mutate.
Instead of activating
one dormant gene,
it activated all of them,
including your introns.
And that's what...
That's what caused me to de-evolve?
You and every other member
of the crew.
The T-cell became airborne
and spread like a virus.
You know, Reg,
this is a completely new disease.
It's traditional
to classify a new disease
with the name
of the first diagnosed patient.
You mean you want to name
the disease after me?
Right. How about
Barclay's Protomorphosis Syndrome?
Barclay's Protomorphosis...
It has a nice ring to it.
Thank you, Doctor.
He transformed into a spider.
Now he has a disease
named after him.
I think I'd better clear my calendar
for a few weeks.
07x19 - Genesis
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Series is set 78 years after the original series -- in the 24th century.
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