Isaac asked to be hypnotized. Given that he now has emotions he is discovering that he feels he may not be totally accurate in his reporting. He creates files on a comscanner and transfers them to Gordon. The process of transmitting them to Kaylon 1 is automatic. He felt he needed to be objective in descriptions of the emotions he feels in this biological state, and felt that in a hypnotized state he would not be inhibited or tempted to minimize his descriptions. He had considered the possibility that he may be discarding deep emotions inaccurately, and the truth will come out under hypnosis. He assessed that it was improbable, but allows that it is possible.

"It's not necessarily true that you can be compelled to be truthful," Claire conjectured. "However, you should feel relaxed enough to overcome your inhibition regarding disclosure. What exactly are you aiming for?"

"I find that, like Gordon, I may be remembering experiences that are not my own, but in my case, they feel like a part of me, unlike Gordon who just witnesses the ones he still can't redirect with the algorithm I gave him. This should at least clarify the source, or whose it really is," Isaac clarified.

"And it's okay that Alara hears anything you might say?"

Isaac drew a breath, then let out. He answered, "yes. But she should be prepared for the probability that I am being accurate and my being with her is simply for observation and reporting, nothing more."

Alara declared, "I don't believe that, Isaac!"

After being put under hypnosis, he is greeted by Alara, "hello, Isaac."

"Hello, Alara."

"Why did you call me Alara instead of my rank?"

Isaac responded, "you have asked to be called Alara during our intimate encounters. This, in my estimation, likely counts as one, if not physically, then perhaps emotionally."

"Hmmm, okay. When we first got together, what did you feel for me or about me?"

"I felt you were an interesting source of data for my report on biological interactions."

"Such a romantic." Alara giggled. "Okay, how do you feel about me now?"

It took a few seconds until a response came.

"I love you," Isaac declared, but in an oddly hushed voice, more emotion than Isaac usually talks. Well, he did say he has emotions now.

Alara nodded her head and smiled, then asked, "Oh, when did that start?"

"I believe it grew over time." Isaac said in Gordon's voice, but regularly modulated as Isaac's normally is, the emotion no longer there.

Alara pondered. Claire signaled that she wants to try something, and Alara nodded.

"Isaac."

"Yes."

"When did you feel an attraction to Alara? Just think a moment and relax, see what comes to you. Um, in this case expand on it and give us the stages of the growth of your love for Alara. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I believe so."

They sat for a few minutes, wondering if he was ever going to say anything. Claire was about to give some clarification when Isaac said. "I have arranged the occurrences to formulate a story. It may take a little time."

"Go ahead," Claire directed him, curious. Alara was all ears. She reflected that whenever she said that phrase out loud, at times the humans around her would be amused.

"It was muddled, as I feared, but it's clear now. I love you, Alara, deeply, profoundly, I wish you all the happiness there is. I remember being upset when you told of the idiots who dated you, who were upset about what I believe is one of the great things about you, your awesome power." Isaac recited, his voice tinged with emotion again, the speaking style different from his usual.

Alara shook her head in confusion, crinkling her eyebrows. Why would that even be a thought for Isaac?

"Forgive me, I realize you want a chronology. Yes, yes, it was a spark, you could call it that. Hard to discern or recognize with all that was going on, but yes, although buried deep, it was definitely there. I can now state with a certainty that it was the time you ordered me off the bridge."

When did she order Isaac off... the... bridge? Alara gasped.

"I was angry enough to suppress that and tell you what I felt had to be done. After that my love grew, not a romantic love, although wouldn't that be nice? But only as a silly thought on my part. I want you to be happy, to find fulfillment, when you smile, I leap for joy. When you are sad, I am crushed."

Alara chimed in, frantic, "I want to know about Isaac!" 'Oh, my God,' she thought. 'Gordon?'

Alara wasn't sure how she felt about that, which was a surprise in and of itself.

"When Isaac offered to have sexual relations with you, I thought it sounded absurd at the time. But you weren't able to find anyone, the same stupid reason popped up, so maybe it wasn't so dumb. But I couldn't suggest it, you'd think I was joking, like John did before." Isaac responded to her request, but not as Isaac himself, but as someone talking about Isaac.

She stared at Gordon's face while he was talking. No joking, no putting anybody on. Isaac found Gordon's memories and narrated them. Alara was stunned. 'Don't go there,' she told herself, 'I need to know Isaac's own thoughts.'

"Isaac, what are your memories of Alara? Your own memories." Claire asked, as if reading Alara's mind.

Isaac just sat there.

"It's a remote off switch, right?" asked Gordon. John Lamarr and he went down to engineering based on some images Gordon was seeing from Isaac's memory that he couldn't deflect.

"You may be right, Gordon!" Ensign Jennifer Turco, the engineer running the scan confirmed. Isaac's body was being scanned to show its internal components. The one they zeroed in on is bridging various critical pathways, including power, to various areas of his structure. It does not seem to have a function and it matches Gordon's description of the device that in his dreams is called a remote shutdown circuit, and there is only one reason for it. They had already removed the internal antenna based on Gordon's description. He is having vivid dreams, the Kaylon home world telling Isaac they will be monitoring him. Somehow Gordon knew that if Isaac started thinking independently of them or unpredictably that they will shut him down. Gordon wondered why they hadn't already since Isaac and he switched bodies. Maybe his thoughts are so unKaylonlike it seems like noise to them, or something.

Jennifer, or Jenny, as she calls herself, installed a device to the bench Gordon was lying on, consisting of a semicircle with poles every 15 degrees apart, all attached to some circuitry, and aligned it so the electromagnetic beams all crossed at that circuit. Once lined up, she started it up and waited a few minutes. The poles were fully charged and ready to transmit.

"Okay, here goes nothing," Jenny said and tapped the control that released the energy, 12 high frequency electromagnetic beams, then stood around for yet another few minutes.

"Done!"

Jenny removed the contraption and analyzed Gordon's silver body again. The device looked dead.

Gordon told John as they walked back to the bridge, "Okay, here's what I see..."