Prvních 200 řádků.
Citizens of Earth, your destiny is in my hands.
Those of you who acquiesce to my demands
will be treated fairly.
Oppose me, and you face a dire fate indeed
as my slaves in the mines of Mercury.
You have one hour.
You'll never get away with this.
Oh, but I shall.
Your once-proud country will fall to its knees.
How ironic that I am using your rocket ship
to lead my space force into battle.
You're wrong, Chaotica.
Before you came on board,
someone pushed the self-destruct button.
In three minutes, we'll all be dead.
No!
The jig is up, Your Majesty.
Captain Proton.
Spaceman First Class, Protector of Earth.
Scourge of Intergalactic Evil... at your service.
But I saw you fall into the fiery mouth
of that volcano.
It takes more than a little lava to stop Captain Proton.
Now, I want you to call off your invasion
and give me back my rocket ship.
There is one force in this universe
that even you cannot defeat.
The same to you.
Doc.
Mr. Paris.
I should have known
it was you monopolizing the holodeck.
Who is this insolent fool?
Uh, he's one of our men.
Computer, adjust the Doctor's spectral frequency.
I have no interest in your frivolous fantasy.
I'm here to rehearse a duet from Don Carlo
and you've already gone three minutes into my sched...
Enough!
Robot, attack.
Destroy them.
Start with him.
Computer, freeze program.
Doc, this is the final chapter...
"Satan's Robot Conquers the World."
We can't stop now.
Does the phrase "to be continued"
mean anything to you?
Your opera can wait.
This program is a waste of photonic energy.
Oh, really?
Take a look around you.
This is how the 20th century saw the future.
We are studying sociology.
Perhaps you can teach a course at Starfleet Academy...
"Satan's Robot: An historical overview."
Bridge to Holodeck 1.
What's going on down there?
Oh, nothing, Commander.
Just a little power surge.
Says here the ho log rid just blew out.
We're fixing it now, sir.
Well, make it quick.
The last thing we need is a broken holodeck.
Seven, I want good news.
That's an order.
Then I must disobey.
I have no good news to report.
I've completed an astrometric scan of the entire region.
There are no star systems within 2,500 light-years.
Nothing?
Nothing.
Why can't we see any stars beyond that?
There are heavy concentrations of theta radiation.
It has occluded our sensors.
Any other ships out there?
None. We are alone.
Every sailor's nightmare.
Commander?
It's like being becalmed in the middle of the ocean.
If it weren't for sensors,
we wouldn't even know we were at warp.
We've only been crossing this expanse for two months
and we're already feeling the strain.
How do we last another two years?
We will adapt.
Easier said than done.
Shall I inform the Captain of my findings?
No.
I'll tell her.
First Officer's Log, Stardate 52081.2.
It's been §3 days since we entered this desolate region.
If we want to continue our course toward home,
we have no choice but to cross it.
We won't have an opportunity to take on fresh supplies or fuel,
so I've ordered all departments to create an energy reserve.
We're using power cells to stockpile deuterium.
This won't be much of a briefing.
There's nothing new to report.
Humor me.
All right. Let's see.
Warp core's at peak efficiency,
just like last week and the week before that.
And my Engineering staff is going stir-crazy.
Thanks.
Ensign?
Nada.
Can you be more specific?
All systems are operating within normal parameters.
Anything new on sensors?
I detected a sudden increase of theta radiation
in the vicinity.
Source?
Unknown.
Could be worth a look.
Finally, some excitement...
radiation.
Next piece of business.
Crew morale.
Deteriorating...
obviously.
I have a few suggestions
that might boost people's spirits.
Please.
Rotate crew assignments.
Add variety to the daily routine.
I myself wouldn't mind squeezing in
a little tactical training.
Noted.
And the holodecks have been in high demand.
I was thinking... we could install a few emitters
in Cargo Bay 2...
turn it into a third holodeck.
Hear, hear.
See to it, Harry.
One other item, sir.
Point of, uh, concern among some of the crew.
It's...
Well, it's the Captain.
She's been a bit elusive lately.
What's your point?
People take comfort in talking to her.
When they see that the Captain's happy, they're happy.
Rumor has it she never leaves her quarters.
Captain's privilege.
She'll come to the Bridge if and when she's needed.
Spare us the protocol, Chakotay.
It's pretty odd, you've got to admit it.
It's her choice.
She can run this ship
from wherever the hell she wants to.
Understood?
Yeah.
Sure.
We're all feeling the pressure, including me.
Listen, maybe we've got the wrong attitude.
Let's think of this as a two-year vacation.
Dismissed.
That's a great idea, Harry.
Wow, Harry.
You're a real genius.
How do you come up with these brilliant ideas?
You're such an optimistic guy.
Computer, lights... maximum level.
Bergamot tea, hot.
First thing in the morning, I replicate some curtains.
Predictable.
Hmm?
The Novokovich gambit... you always use that opening move.
That's because you always fall for it.
I feel like we've played this match a hundred times.
Derada is a game of subtlety.
Too subtle for me.
Hmm. I'll bet.
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, if it doesn't involve Klingon pain sticks...
Good night.
There you go. Just when I'm winning.
Who's predictable?
You don't want to start a fight with me right now...
not at 3:00 A.M.
3:00 in the morning, 4:00 in the afternoon...
what's the difference?
You're angry 24 hours a day.
Everything is a joke to you.
Good evening... or should I say good morning?
I guess you couldn't sleep, either.
Why sleep when we're having so much fun?
He's joking, Neelix. We're all supposed to laugh.
I certainly am laughing
on the inside... smiling, anyway.
Let's start a new game. Cards?
A little snack?
No. I have a better idea.
Why don't we make a schedule... a fight rotation?
We can optimize our resources.
I can start one, then you can start one...
Please...
I am really tired of these games.
Well, then don't play them.
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