Character

Unidentified Forty-Seven-Year-Old Male

rejected unaware forensically-significant biologically-preserved unconscious deeply sleeping helpless perfectly preserved representative of ordinary humanity age-specified (47) judged forensically pivotal inert vulnerable anonymous

A perfectly preserved forty-seven-year-old male recovered from a refrigeration-style glass crypt aboard a derelict vessel. Discovered and exposed by Data during a forensic sweep, his intact and inert state—contrasting with opened, emptied, or destroyed crypts—functions as decisive forensic evidence that shifts the crew's task from salvage to criminal investigation and rescue. Silent and unresponsive, he anchors suspicions of selective extraction or tampering and compels medical and forensic scrutiny.

3 appearances

Forensic Evidence / Investigation

Also known as: Male sleeping crewmember, forty-seven-year-old male, crypt occupant, crypt occupant (intact), unidentified male, preserved male occupant, preserved occupant, perfectly preserved occupant

Unidentified Forty-Seven-Year-Old …'s Journey

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3 moments

S1E26 · STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION — The Neutral Zone

Selective Extractions — The Plucked Crypts

Inert; his revealed presence deepens the investigators' sense of mystery and the emotional weight of the discovery.

The perfectly preserved forty‑seven‑year‑old male's face is revealed when Data wipes frost away; he serves as a tactile, forensic clue confirming the refrigeration hypothesis and the recent careful preservation of …

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S2E1 · Star Trek: The Next Generation - The Child

Uninvited Light

Utter unconsciousness bordering on cosmic irrelevance

Sprawled asleep in his bunk, this unknown male exudes routine exhaustion. The glow passes overhead like scanning light, lingers, turns away. He breathes on in oblivion, unknowingly spared an appointment …

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S2E1 · Star Trek: The Next Generation - The Child

The Night Visitor

Deep REM unselfconsciousness; the sleep of those whom history’s cursors skip over.

A male ensign lies shirtless in his berth, one arm flung over his eyes. Above him the radiant intruder suspends, samples, declines like a sommelier rejecting a cork-shredded bottle before …

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