I took a close look at your DNA.
These segments regulate your body's metabolism.
My scans indicate that they've been hyperstimulated
somehow.
What's the prognosis?
I can't speculate on that until I've identified
the cause.
This disorder seems to be spreading rapidly
among the crew.
Does that mean we'll all be affected?
DOCTOR: Right now, it only means that we need
to find some answers.
What's happening?
TORRES: I'm no microbiologist, but that doesn't
look like it belongs there.
Believe me, it doesn't.
DOCTOR: I've never seen anything like it.
This thing is transmitting some kind of a
signal.
To where?
SEVEN: The aliens are here on the ship.
DOCTOR: We cannot allow them to continue.
Don't move.
Who are you?
And what the hell are you doing to my crew?
The key to the aliens' control is the genetic
tags.
Are you telling me there is no way to disable
the tags?
My attempts to use the EPS relays to induce
neuroleptic shock have failed.
SEVEN: The aliens may be responsible.
She's in hypertensive shock. We're losing
her.
This ends right now.
You're relieved.
Captain, what are you doing?
I'm running a little experiment of my own.
Red alert!
Captain, one of the aliens has just entered
the Bridge.
Understood.
What do you hope to accomplish by this?
Flying into a binary pulsar? It seems like
I"m trying to crush this ship like a tin can.
This is a far more reckless course of action
than I have come to expect from you.
This is the culmination of your work and guess
what?
You're gonna be right here to collect the
final data.
You are not in control here anymore.
I can't break us free of the gravitational
forces.
Everyone hang on!
Hull stress is exceeding maximum tolerance.
