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See.

And... raise.

Hmm.

Call.

I will take two, please.

You have a tell.

That is impossible, sir.

Every now and then,

you dilate your left pupil--

ostentatiously, I might add--

in an effort to cheat me

into thinking that
you have a tell.

But your true tell is
you don't have one.

When your eyes
are neutral,

that's when I know
you're bluffing.

Mm. Now that you've
told me that, Captain,

I am confused about
which deception to employ.

Fifty.

Fifty?

That's everything I have.

I can see that, Captain.

Do you wish to call or fold?

Let's behave like
civilized men.

Milk?

No, thank you, sir.

Sugar?

No, thank you, sir.

Why are you stalling, Captain?

I don't want the game to end.

I'm all in.

Strange.

I didn't know

we were on course to Mars.

This isn't right.

Oh, Number One.

It's all right, boy.

Hey, it's all right.

It's all right.

I love how they do that.

So, what are
we celebrating?

Guess.

Use those famous
Xahean instincts.

Okay. You have...

a secret.

A happy secret.

No way.

I got into Daystrom.

Dahj!

You're amazing.

Thank you.

Robotics or, uh...?

Dude, I'm a fellow in
Artificial Intelligence

and Quantum
Consciousness.

Wow, that's...

: That's pretty,
that's pretty cool.

Wow.

I might even be able to sit
with you in the cafeteria.

Um, maybe.
I don't know.

No?

More wine?

Something better.

Surprise me.

Wines.

Dahj,

your replicator menus
are tragic.

Vanilla

and... vanilla.

Of course.

No! No! No!

Speak English!

Where are the rest of you?
Where are you from?

I-I don't know...

Where are you from?

I'm from Seattle. I...

We can get it later.
Knock her out.

No, no!

She's activating!
She's activ...

Ah...

Hmm.

Number One,
what do you have?

You mean whom does he have.

Our little assassin.

Well, even assassins
need a bath sometime.

Laris heard you talking
in your sleep last night.

Did I say anything
of interest?

No, you talked rubbish.

But you're not sleeping.

Bad dreams?

The dreams are lovely.

It's the waking up
that I'm beginning to resent.

Ah, no melancholy.

Today's a big day.

Now, go and get
your breakfast.

You know,
I am beginning to regret

that I ever allowed myself
to be talked into doing this.

He won't take
breakfast from me.

Old dogs.

Which one?

Mm.

Tea.

Earl Grey. Decaf.

So, are we all ready?

Oh, are you doing an
interview as well, Zhaban?

You know, sometimes
you talk to me

as if I were a
benign old codger.

"Codger"?

Somewhere between a coot
and geezer, I believe.

Ooh, the first one just arrived.

Go and get dressed,
Your Highness.

And don't forget
to wash your hands.

Ten years,
still have to remind you.

Yeah. That's the one.Yeah. I like that.

Extremely dignified, sir.

Look at this knot.
It's ridiculous.

Well, maybe.

But I want to keep my job.

I know you're
nervous.

I am not nervous.

The past is the past.

Now.

Much better.Huh.

Yeah.

Oh, the drama.

You went over the terms
with them?

Three times, sir.

She assured me
she will not inquire

about your separation
from Starfleet.

: Yeah.After so long,

sometimes I worry you've
forgotten what you did,

who you are.

Laris, I... We...have not.

Now go.

And, sir?

Be the captain they remember.

While Captain of Starfleet's
Flagship Enterprise,

he was hailed
as one of our galaxy's

most intrepid explorers,

a skilled diplomat,

military strategist,

humanitarian and author

of many widely-praised works
of historical analysis.

He joins us on the anniversary
of the Romulan supernova

to discuss his role
in those tragic events.

I have the rare honor
of introducing

Admiral Jean-Luc Picard.

Retired.You've never agreed

to an interview before,
so thank you

for inviting the galaxy
into your study.

Oh, less crowded
than I thought.

Well... today is a solemn day.

It is a day of memories.

Raising awareness

of the supernova's
lingering impact

is work that I am
extremely passionate about.

Let's explore that.

When you first learned that

the Romulan sun
was going to explode

and the terrible consequences
that would bring,

what feelings came up for you?

Oh, well, there are no words
to describe the...

calamitous scale of that change.

Which is one of the reasons...

You can't tell us how you felt,

but your
initial actions were

to call for a massive relocation
of Romulans?

Well, the Romulans asked
for our help,

and I believed we had a
profound obligation to give it.

Many felt there were
better uses for our resources

than aiding
the Federation's oldest enemy.

Well, fortunately,
the Federation chose

to support the rescue effort.

Yes. Initially.

I have been known
to be persuasive.

But the Federation
understood

there were millions
of lives at stake.

Romulan lives.

No. Lives.

You left the Enterprise
to command the rescue armada.

10,000 warp-capable ferries.

A mission to relocate
900 million Romulan citizens

to worlds outside
the blast of the supernova.

A logistical feat more ambitious
than the pyramids.

The pyramids were a symbol
of colossal vanity.

If you want to look for
a historical analogy:

Dunkirk.

Dunkirk.

Yes.

And then

the unimaginable happened.

Can you tell us about that?

Admiral?

I thought we were here to
talk about the supernova.

A group of rogue synthetics
dropped the planetary

defense shields and hacked
Mars's own defense net.

Yes.Wiping out
the rescue armada

and completely destroying
the Utopia Planitia Shipyard.

The explosions ignited
the flammable vapors

in the stratosphere.

Mars remains on fire
to this day.

92,143 lives were lost,

which led
to a ban on synthetics.

Yes.

We still don't know why
the synthetics went rogue

and did what they did that day,

but I believe

the subsequent decision

to ban synthetic life-forms
was a mistake.

Lieutenant Commander Data,

operations officer on
the Enterprise,was synthetic.

Did you ever lose faith in him?

Never.

What was it
that you lost faith in, Admiral?

You've never spoken about
your departure from Starfleet.

Didn't you, in fact, resign
your commission in protest?

Tell us, Admiral.

Why did you really
quit Starfleet?

Because it was no longer
Starfleet.

I'm sorry?

Because it was no longer
Starfleet!

We withdrew.

The galaxy was mourning,
burying its dead,

and Starfleet had slunk
from its duties.

The decision to call
off the rescue

and to abandon those people
we had sworn to save

was not just dishonorable.

It was downright criminal!

And I was not prepared
to stand by and be a spectator.

And you, my dear, you have
no idea what Dunkirk is, right?

You're a stranger to history.
You're a stranger to war.

You just wave your hand and
it all goes away.

Well, it's not so easy
for those who died.

And it was not so easy
for those who were left behind.

We're done here.

"There's no legacy
as rich as honesty."

Who said that, Number One?

What do you want here?

I saw your interview.

Do you know me?

What?

Do you know me?

No.

Look at me.

You're not sure.

You're not sure.

How do I know that?

Who are you?

I was with my boyfriend.

We were in my apartment.

They put a bag over my head.
I couldn't see anything.

Who are "they"?

I don't know, but
my boyfriend...

They murdered him.

Then I killed them.

All of them.

What?

Something inside of me
just knew what to do,

how to move, how to fight.

And somehow...

It was like lightning...

seeking the ground.

And then I took
the bag off.

There was so much blood,
so I just ran.

Shh.I didn't know where to go.

Shh.

Please, try and calm yourself.

Shh.

Try and calm yourself, okay?

But in my mind,
I kept seeing you.

I kept seeing your face.

Me?

Yes.

I came because
the same lightning

that got me out of there
alive led me here.

Why?

Because everything inside of me
says that I'm safe with you.

There you go.

Good as new.

Thank you.

Here you are.

Earl Grey.
Never fails.

We'll be in the kitchen.

That's an
unusual necklace.

May I see?

Thank you.

My father gave it to me.

Hmm. Lovely.

Have you ever...?

Ever what?

Been a stranger to yourself?

Many, many times.

Thank you.

May I ask your name?

Dahj.

Dahj.

I'm Jean-Luc.

I know.

And not because
of the interview

or because
you're the great man.

I know you.

Well, I've
spoken, lectured.

No, it's...

It's older.

Deeper.

Much, much deeper.

You may be right.

Do you know how?

No.

Do you think I'm crazy?

No.

Do you believe me?

I believe that

you believe that you're
supposed to be here.

And if you were
dangerous,

then Number One
would let me know.

Laris.

Could you show our
guest to a room?

I think she needs a
good night's sleep.

Come on, dear.
We'll get you set up.

Thank you.

Would you like
to finish it, Captain?

I don't know how.

That is not true, sir.

No.

Excuse me, sir.
The young woman has gone.

Where?

I was up at 5:00.
Her door was open.

The dog was in her bed,
but she was gone.

I-I checked the feeds.

She's nowhere on the property.

There is somewhere I have to go.

If she returns,
contact me immediately.

Everything in
the quantum archive

is locked in stasis,
correct?

Correct.

And no one beside myself
has access, correct?

Unless you prefer
we sell tickets.

Is that humor?We're trying something new.

Don't give up
your day job.

My program offers you
privacy beyond this point.

If you need me again,
just say "Index."

Index.

Identify this painting.

Item 227.67.

Archives of Jean-Luc Picard,
admiral, retired.

An oil on canvas painted
by Commander Data circa 2369.

One of a set of two.

He gifted it to you
on the Enterprise.

The other is hanging on your
study wall at home, I believe.

And no one else
has been in here?

Not even for servicing?

Check the records.

No one, Admiral.

This painting had a title.

Accessing.

This painting
is called Daughter.

Hi, honey.

Mom, someone tried to kill me.

What? Honey, wh-who? Wha...

I'm...

I just ran.
I think they're still after me.

I don't know
what's happening, Mom.

Dahj, you need
to get somewhere safe.

Mom, I tried,
but-but I couldn't stay there.

I-I can't put
anyone else in danger.

I don't want anyone else
to get hurt, Mom.

Mom, I'm so scared.

Honey, this is important.

You have to go back to Picard.

No, no, it's too dangerous
for him. It...

Wait.

Wait, I-I didn't tell you
that I went to Picard.

Of course you did, sweetie.

How else would I know?

Mom, I haven't spoken to you
since it happened.

What's happening?

Baby, please.

Find Picard. He can help you.

He will help you.

Just close your eyes and focus.

Think clearly, Dahj.

Clearly, Dahj.

Now find Picard again.

Go.

Dahj?

How did you know I was here?

I was so very worried
when I found you'd gone.

I was afraid
that they would come,

that you would be in danger.

I knew how to track you here.
I-I know stuff now.

I can hear conversations
a block away.

Come. Let's get
away from here.

So I did some research.
I may have schizophrenia.

Or maybe I had head trauma.
The auditory hallucinations...

No, you don't have
schizophrenia.

Then I'm a freak.No, you're not.

In fact, you might
be very special.

I had a dear friend.

Commander Data.

He was an android.

Like the ones who
attacked Mars?

No, no. Not at all.
The word "android"

conjures up all kinds
of things for people.

Forget them.

Commander Data was a highly
decorated Starfleet officer.

And...

...he sacrificed
his life for me.

On our last mission
together.

It was over two decades ago now.

But he was also
an artist.

A painter.

Why are you
telling me this?

Because, Dahj,

he painted you.

Exactly as you are
here and now.

But he painted it 30 years ago.

That's impossible.

He named the painting
"Daughter."

Okay, look, your friend
painted someone,

but...You said it was

like lightning seeking
the ground, in your apartment.

You knew what to do
even though

you'd never
done it before.
Adrenaline.

And you knew they were
coming after you.

And the hearing.

And y-you tracked me.

How did you track me?
Tracking me requires...I just...

...a security clearance,
which you don't have.

I think
the attack on you

might have acted
as some kind of wake-up call.

Like a positronic
alarm bell.

No.

No, I was born in Seattle.

My dad was a
xenobotanist.

And our house was
full of orchids.

He spliced two genuses and
he named the offspring after me.

Orchidaceae Dahj oncidium.

Yellow and pink.

That's a beautiful memory.

And it's yours.

No one can touch it
or take it away.

But...

...you must
look inside,

deeply and honestly.

Have you ever considered
the possibility...

That I'm a soulless
murder machine?

That you are something lovingly
and deliberately created.

Like Dahj oncidium.

You're telling me
that I'm not real.

No, I'm not.

If you are
who I think you are...

...you are dear to me in ways
that you can't understand.

I will never leave you.

We will go together to the
Daystrom Institute in Okinawa.

I was just accepted at Daystrom
as a research fellow.

You were? That's brilliant.

That doesn't mean
anything anymore.

If I'm right,

it means that you are
the daughter of a man

who was all meaning,
all courage.

Be like him.

They found us. Move, now.Oh.

Dahj, wait.
We need help.

They're almost here.

Dahj, stop. Wait.

No, there's no time.Oh.

Stay down!

No!

Would you like
to finish it, Captain?

I will never leave you.

Why did you really quit
Starfleet?

This painting
is called Daughter.

He's awake.

I'm all right, boy.

Aren't I?

You took a bad knock.

Otherwise, you are
apparently the same.

You gave us a fright.

Huh.

What happened, Admiral?

Dahj.

She's dead.

How is that possible?

The police didn't mention her.

They said
you were alone

when they found you on the roof.

They said there was no one else
on the security feed but you.

That you were running...

She could've had
a cloaking device

and that's why we didn't
see her on the property feeds.

Yeah, maybe it activated
automatically...

...when she was in danger.Sir?

She was a synthetic.

The assassins
were Romulan.

Oh, she came here
to find safety.

Like you and Zhaban.

Like me.

She deserved better from me.

I owe it to her to find out
who killed her and why.

You ask too much of yourself.Oh.

Sitting here, all these years,

nursing my offended dignity,

writing books of history
people prefer to forget.

I never asked

anything of myself

at all.No, Admiral.

I haven't been living.

I've been waiting to die.

Admiral Picard.

It's an honor.

Dr. Jurati. Thank you
for giving me the time.

Oh, Agnes.
H-How can I help you?

You can tell me
if it is possible to make

a sentient android
out of flesh and blood.

No, really. How can I...

Is that why
you've come here?

It is.

Even before the ban,
that was... well, uh....

W-Well,
a flesh-and-blood android

was in our sights,
but a sentient one?

Not for a thousand years.

That makes it even more curious

that recently
I had tea with one.

It was the Grand Slam.

Uh, sentient synthetics that
appear human inside and out.

Feels like a lifetime ago now.

Welcome to what's left
of the Federation's

Division of Advanced
Synthetic Research.

It's a ghost town.

In more ways than one.

The androids that destroyed Mars
came from this lab.

Now we're only allowed
to operate theoretically.

Study, publish,
run simulations.

But you can't actually
make anything.

Correct. This is everything

that ever mattered to us.

To me.

No one makes synths
anymore, of any kind.

It's a violation
of galactic treaty.

But isn't it possible
to create a synthetic

that looks fully human?

The short answer is no.

Well, give me the long answer.

It'll still be no.Please.

Humor me.

It's a B4, isn't it?

Looks so much like Data.

He's an inferior copy.

Data tried to download
the contents

of his neural net into B4
just before his death.

Almost all of
it was lost.

Ultimately, B4 wasn't
much like Data at all.

In fact,
no other synth has been.

No.
And there's the rub.

No one has ever been able
to redevelop the science

used to create Data.

Then came Bruce.

Maddox. He recruited me
out of Starfleet.

Despite Data's death,
we came so close.

Then we got shut down,
and it crushed him.

Where is he now?

He disappeared after the ban.

I've tried to find him, but...

You said "despite Data's death,"
meaning that any new synthetic

would have to be made from Data.

Advanced ones, yes.

If you had Data's neural net,

perfecting
a flesh-and-blood host body

would be
relatively simple.

But his neurons died with him.

See, now you're coming around to
that no I've been promising you.

Does this mean anything to you?

Where did you get that?

From my tea-drinking companion.

The one you said couldn't exist.

I really...

really wish you'd come
here on my day off.

It's a symbol for
fractal neuronic cloning.

I'm sorry?It was a radical,

beautiful idea of Maddox's.

His theory was that Data's
entire code, even his memories,

could be reconstituted
from a single positronic neuron.

If there is a synth out there
who is perfect, like you say...

Then Data, or some part of him,

an essence of him...Essence, yes.

...would be alive.

There'd be no way of knowing

without examining...Dahj.

The girl.

Data's daughter.

He always wanted
a daughter.

I believe that Maddox
modeled her

on an old painting of Data's.

A female?

Yes, I suppose you could
make them that way.

Uh, I'm sorry? "Them"?

They're created in pairs.

Twins?

Twins.

So there's another one.

Dr. Asha?

I don't mean to intrude.
I'm Narek.

I'm new here.

Soji.

That's a beautiful name.

I've been reading
about your work.

It's-it's fascinating.

I feel like I've got
so many questions.

And I feel like
you're about to ask them.

That's nice.

Your necklace.

Uh, my father made it.

One for me
and one for my sister.

I'm a twin.

Oh. I had a brother.

Not a twin, but...

we were really close.

We, um...

we lost him last year.

Very unexpected.

You're lucky
to have her.

I'm sorry. You spend your day
fixing broken people.

I'm guessing the last thing
you want when you get off work

is to listen
to another sad story.

Guess again.