Before you read any further, you should probably know I don't actually have a clue how to do either of those things (a few women in greater Los Angeles can testify to the latter). While "Unimatrix Zero" was based on a story I pitched, the original idea that eventually morphed into Voyager's season six cliffhanger started as something quite different. As usual in TV, the fact the show happened at all has much to do with luck, timing and the talent and commitment of many talented writers and producers... of which a freelance writer like myself is only a miniscule part.
There are more than a few books out there documenting how Star Trek is produced, directed, etc. But there's precious little on the writer's experience... after all, it's pretty hard to get inside someone's head and see the gears turn, and Brannon Braga and Ken Biller are too busy writing the show to tell us how they came up with their last script. As a freelancer, I apparently have way too much free time... thus, this article.
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I landed in L.A. a few years ago, and after settling in an empty apartment off Melrose, I decided to grab the bull by the horns. I'd been a sci-fi fan from way back, and read enough to know the Star Trek producers had a fairly open-door policy toward new writers. So I dialed Paramount... got through to an assistant, and explained that I wanted to come in and pitch. "Who's your agent?" Well, I didn't quite have one yet, just a small mountain of rejection letters. No, sorry, you can't pitch, I was told. Go back to your sorry life.
Flash forward about a year: I'm working on the Paramount lot as a news writer for a local TV station, located about fifty yards from the Star Trek offices. I figure I hang on to this job long enough, and keep banging my head against the wall, sooner or later, the people over at Star Trek are going to notice me. Or take out a restraining order. The best part of the job: every day dozens of real life stories cross my desk, some of which will spark ideas for future scripts, Star Trek and otherwise (for those of you struggling to find something to write about, you can't beat the newspaper).
Eventually, I managed to get the attention of a writer/producer on the show (as part of the deal, my first and second children will be named "Kenneth"). That led to an internship with the writing staff (easily the best six week education in TV you could ever have) and the opportunity to pitch. At last!
By 1999, I managed to sell a couple of stories to the producers: my most recent was a story involving everyone's favorite villains, the Borg (this is, incidentally, not the story that became "Unimatrix Zero"). After a lot of sweat and heartache, this particular story document got put on the backburner (but may be produced next season). It was a nice paycheck, but it was something of a letdown in the end... I wanted to sell a story that aired, dammit. At this point, I was told the producers were so desperate for stories, they were combing through unsolicited spec scripts looking for ideas to buy. Here I was, with access to the top brains of the Star Trek franchise, without a thought in my skull.
October 29, 1999 was the thirtieth anniversary of the internet, and there are dozens of articles marking the occasion. One morning, I was flipping through a major metropolitan newspaper when I came upon an article that quoted one of the founders of the internet. The article described his vision... what he saw as the dawning of a "galactic network."
Hmmm... a Galactic Network.
This set off a firestorm of ideas. Of course! Star Trek had done a couple of things internet-related, but they hadn't yet done a show that grasped the full revolution implied by the net. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed the Trek universe was ready to be turned upside down by something like this, just as our world has. The idea of building a tin can and sending explorers off to the far reaches of the galaxy suddenly seemed an antiquated notion... something H.G. Wells dreamed up. Why not just go into a holodeck and jump on to the galactic net -- you could meet a dozen alien races before lunchtime. Or think of the games you could play with species you never actually meet in person (there are certainly dangers inherent in that scenario). I didn't know exactly what I had yet, but I had something, and with a meeting coming up, I whipped the idea into shape. What follows is my pitch to Brannon Braga, Ken Biller and Joe Menosky late last year...
Star Trek: Voyager
Seven is working in Astrometrics when she discovers a transwarp signal originating from outside our galaxy. She finds it is a link to a sort of "Cosmic Internet" that connects thousands, perhaps even millions of worlds. If Seven can tap into it, she may single-handedly revolutionize inter-species communication.
After much hard work, we decode the signal and manage to build a Transwarp Node to plug Voyager into this giant web. Without warning, the Node unexpectedly seizes control of the holodeck -- transforming it into a sort of intergalactic chat room. Janeway sends in an Away Team, and in an incredible sequence, the crew makes "virtual" First Contact with a half-dozen races from a distant galaxy... aliens we could otherwise never hope to meet in our lifetime.
It becomes clear to Janeway this web could be as revolutionary as warp drive. Strangely, the captain finds herself despondent -- wondering if in the future, the Federation will make all First Contacts this way. There may be no need someday for starships... or starship captains. Janeway starts to feel past her prime... a relic made obsolete by new technology.
Seven begins to bond with one of the Virtual Aliens, a man who, like her, is comforted by the multitude of voices on the network -- it reminds her of the Collective. Despite the millions of light-years between them, Seven's relationship with this alien begins to take on romantic overtones.
The Node continues to draw ever increasing resources from Voyager, too fast for us to sustain. Seven comes up with a desperate plan to keep it operating -- but it will require cannibalizing the warp core, stranding us in the Delta Quadrant indefinitely. Seven is convinced the sacrifice will be worth it -- her alien friend assures her his people have the knowledge to repair the core. But Janeway isn't so trusting, and the captain is presented with a difficult choice.
That's when we discover a fatal flaw -- the web we've tapped into has a temporal displacement. We've been talking to aliens who haven't been born yet. The Node must be shut down immediately -- all knowledge of it purged from Voyager's computer.
For Seven, it is a crushing turn of events. She goes to the holodeck one last time to say good-bye -- her heart breaking with the knowledge the man she has developed feelings for won't exist for generations to come.
The story had some problems. For one thing, the ending was too similar to DS9's "The Sound of Her Voice". And the idea of Janeway "growing despondent" over a new technology that might take away her job didn't go over well; neither did the notion of a romance for Seven of Nine (at first). The story had a decent setup, but petered out too quickly. Still, there was something there... the idea of going into the holodeck and virtually transporting to another world seemed intriguing. They weren't ready to buy it yet, so I went home to think about it some more before our next meeting.
After a few days, I came up with two variations on the story. One of them, I was sure, had to sell. In broad strokes, these were the two ideas...
1) "Virtual Away Mission" After linking with the network and meeting these aliens on the holodeck, we utilize the transporter to send Seven's consciousness on a "virtual away mission" to a distant planet. Once there, there's an accident, and Seven's transporter pattern is apparently lost, trapping her forever in this virtual realm. As she tries to get back to Voyager, Seven discovers these aliens we've met are really avatars -- digital shadows of people who logged into the network long ago. Seven starts to question her own reality and suspects that she, too, may only be a digital echo of the real Seven of Nine.
2) "Sim Voyager" The aliens we meet on the holodeck believe that Voyager and its crew are part of a simulation, and they launch a "virtual war" on us, sending commandos through the holodeck and taking over the ship. It's now up to Janeway to go into the holodeck and take the attack to the aliens, hoping to prove to them that we are real, this war is real, and that we're going to hurt them for real if they don't stop this cyber assault.
I was feeling pretty confident that one of these would sell (as you probably guessed, neither did). I set up the meeting, and then the fear hit me: what if neither sold? I had to come up with at least one more idea. With time running out, I put on my thinking cap (a process which involves a lot of staring out the window and a bit of drooling). After a fashion, I remembered my earlier Borg story (the one that had sold but hadn't been made) and a thought flitted through my brain...
"They haven't really done anything about the Borg and cyberspace."
The Borg... and cyberspace. It seemed like a natural fit. The Borg are jacked in to a giant network. It'd be easy to imagine some Drones living an interior fantasy life in cyberspace, as their bodies march about doing the bidding of the Collective. Maybe it could be much more than a fantasy life... a cyberspace environment that the Collective doesn't know about. A staging ground, maybe, for some kind of resistance movement. Seven jacks in to a galactic network (maybe more akin to a cosmic chat room) and she's talking to aliens... and finds out later they're really Borg Drones. Now that's a cool twist.
I liked it, but I wasn't in love with it. For one thing, I was probably a little gun-shy after the last Borg pitch I sold got hung up in the story stage. And this was a pretty big story, with lots of repercussions for one of the franchise's big villains. What if they didn't want to go this way?
It didn't really matter, I figured: one of the other ideas was bound to sell. This was my "in case of emergency, break glass" pitch. I'm sure I won't even get to it.
I arrive at the Star Trek offices, expecting to meet with Ken Biller and perhaps Brannon and Joe. Instead, the entire Voyager writing staff is packed into Brannon's office. "Deer in the headlights" would be a fitting description. I swallow hard, and begin...
The first idea, the "virtual away mission," didn't go over well. Seemed too confusing... is Seven on the holodeck or the other planet? What's with the transporter? It wasn't elegant. Didn't work.
"What else you got?"
I pitch the "Sim Voyager" story. This one's going over a little better, until its pointed out that it bears a strong resemblance to "Bride of Chaotica", a show where holographic aliens invaded Paris' Captain Proton program (a great show, must be why I ripped it off).
People are looking a little bored. They're busy, with shows to write, production meetings... meanwhile, I've got E! Entertainment waiting for me. My shirt starts sticking to my back.
"Um, yeah, I've sort of got this one other idea. It's a Borg story," I add quietly, as if I'm hoping they won't notice. So I pitch it...
Here it should be noted that William Goldman's pronouncement that in Hollywood "Nobody knows anything" is as true as it ever was. The story they bought, the idea that sold, was the one I had the least faith in.
But I had a sale. The staff seemed pretty enthused about it... and already, they were coming up with really cool notions that hadn't occurred to me (Robin Bernheim tossed out the idea that the Drones might only be able to enter the cyberspace realm while regenerating, a neat idea which appears in the finished show).
At the end of the meeting, Joe Menosky said something prophetic: "Make a great two-parter."
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In the coming weeks and months, the story went through several permutations... becoming first a Tom Paris story (seemed to make sense at the time -- he's the guy monopolizing the holodeck). Eventually, the holodeck angle was eliminated -- I think it works much better without it. By the time it became a Seven of Nine story again, it was out of my hands. The check was cashed, credit cards paid off, and I was once again on the outside looking in, nose pressed against the glass, wondering what would happen next and would I be able to finagle a visit to the set.
There is of course, much more to this, but I suspect even the die-hard Trekkers have nodded off from boredom at this point. Still, it was pretty cool getting that phone call from Ken earlier this year, telling me they were turning my little idea into a two-part cliffhanger and what did I think of that?
"Sure, fine with me."