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STAR TREK: Picard...

Why do you need me?

Because I'm an old man
and you're a young one,

and you're strong.

Will you bind your sword
to my quest?

I'm putting my life
back together.

That's why I came all
the way out here for you.

I don't think you understand
just how much it sucked

to be your kid.

Hey, baby, um,
this is my mother, Raffaela.

She's just passing by.

Bruce, I have to know:

Does she have a sister?

Yes. Soji.

She's on the Artifact.

Not the captured Borg cube?

Are you Tal Shiar?

- No.
- If you were Tal Shiar,

Would you also answer no?

Yes.

If I press her too hard,

it might activate her,

and then they'll both be dead.

That is the goal, you know.

- To kill them.
- Yes, all of them.

Which is something I can't do

until we find out
where she came from

and where the rest of them are.

Daddy?

Soji!

You all right?

Yeah. Sorry.

Weird dream.

I-I keep having it.

Well, it sounded
like a nightmare.

Want to tell me about it?

Why? Because you care?

Or because you're
endlessly fascinated

with the way my mind works?

Do I have to choose?

I want to know
every... little... thing...

about you.

Even though you think
I'm an imposter.

I never said that.

I do think
you're full of secrets.

Hmm.

And Romulans love secrets.

You think everyone's
hiding something.

Everyone is hiding something.

Whether they know it or not.

What are you hiding?

Other than your job description.

Mm.

Your true name?

My what?

Romulans have a name
for outsiders

and a name for family,
but your true name

you save for the one
you give your heart to.

You really do know a lot
about us.

Your... dream,

was it a random creation
of the brain or...

based on actual memory?

Not really sure.

Perhaps your mother
would have some insight.

Don't you talk
to her every night?

How do you know that?

I hear things.

Narek.

Narek.

That's not my name.

The trauma Bruce sustained
on Freecloud was...

significant.

Massive wounds
to the head and chest

gave way to internal bleeding.

The meds were enough
to keep him stable,

but his... his heart
just couldn't take it.

This is hard for you.

Harder than I could
have imagined.

You said, um...

Bruce told you the other one's
on the Artifact?

Uh, yes.

He called her Soji.

What artifact?

Maybe that's none
of my business.

I should out-butt.

Oh, not at all, Elnor.

The Artifact is an
abandoned Borg cube.

Borg? Like Seven of Nine?

Uh, no.

Not like her at all.

Bruce said that he
created Dahj and Soji

to find out the truth
behind the ban.

Why send her there?

- How do you even know she's still alive?
- We don't.

Which is why we have to get
there as quickly as possible.

But you're not
looking forward to it.

Looking forward to it?

No. No.

Not at all.

My last visit to a Borg
cube was not voluntary.

They called you Locutus of Borg.

Injected you with nanoprobes.

Grafted you
with synthetic parts.

Assimilated your mind
with theirs.

Forgive me, the-the Borg are

mandatory reading
in my line of work.

It must have been awful.

But this cube is cut off from
the rest of the collective.

They're... outcasts. Stranded.

And under Romulan control.

Maybe they've changed.

Changed?

The Borg?

They coolly assimilate

entire civilizations,
entire systems,

in a matter of hours.

They don't change!

They metastasize.

I'm sorry.

No need to apologize.

Excuse me.

He can't see you're also...

haunted by something
you'd like to forget.

Was I in-butting?

That time, yes.

Computer.

Search for
the following keywords:

The Artifact,
treaty... the Borg.

Hugh.

Sorry.

Did I wake you?

Can't sleep?

Why do you like it out here?

In space?

It's cold and empty

and it wants to kill you.

How 'bout a drink?

You and Maddox
were pretty close, huh?

You know,
if you want to talk about it

or tell me anything, I'm here.

I've never slept with the
captain of anything before.

Well... I-I recommend it.

What's wrong?

I have a superpower.

I can sense mistakes
while I'm making them.

That's not much of a superpower.

It's useless.

Sorry.

Hey.

It's okay.

Tell me what you're feeling.

Hollow.

Hopeless.

Lonely.

Afraid.

Is that gonna help at all?

Maybe for a few hours anyway.

That's mine.

Give it back. You'll break it.

I never understood your
fascination with this toy.

It's not a toy.

It's a tool.

It helps me think.

The only thing it ever made me
think of was smashing it open

with a hammer
to get the prize inside.

Oh, sister.

I'm making progress.

Are you?

It's admirably well-concealed.

She dreams, a recurring dream.

She dreams?

That's your progress?

Why did he program her to dream?

What function does it serve?

And what does she dream of?

The two of you
growing old together?

Making freakish
little android babies?

Do you dream of her, too?

You are in love with her.

With it.

A program.

A machine.

Enough, Narek.

I'm taking control of
this operation as of now.

Every piece of synthetic design
serves a purpose.

Why give her dreams?

Why give her nightmares?

It's a malfunction, a bug.

It's exactly the opposite.

I'm listening.

Her neural pathways
are auto-heuristic,

always seeking and forming
more efficient connections.

Every day,
that capability must bump

against clear evidence
that she is not,

as she believes, a human being.

That cognitive dissonance
must go somewhere.

You're saying the robot girl
has an unconscious?

Yes.

And when she dreams,

she's reconciling
the two views of herself...

Human and synthetic.

Bits of truth are trying to find
their way to the surface.

It's not a malfunction.

It's a vulnerability.

If I can get her to tell me
about her dreams,

I can access
her underlying engrams

without triggering
her self-defense subroutines.

The information is all in there.

She knows far more
than she thinks she knows.

Including the location
of their home world.

So now...?

Keep sharing her bed?

Endlessly fidgeting with
her until she pops open

like that stupid box?

The key to opening
the tan zhekran

is taking the time to understand
what's keeping it closed.

Listen.

Feel.

Move each piece
ever so slightly, and then,

once you're sure...

Am I supposed to be impressed?

Hmm.

Patience... sister.

A quality you never had.

In a few hours,
we'll be crossing out

of the old neutral zone
and into Romulan space,

which puts us in breach
of galactic treaty, but

I'm fine with that, because
I know that you have a plan

for how to access a restricted.

Romulan research
facility on a Borg cube

crawling with Tal Shiar,
without authorization.

Also, - without dying.
I have been.

Giving it some thought,
and I believe that...

I was thinking we could

pose as scientists.
Given my qualifications...

It won't work.

If the Romulans
don't recognize me

the moment that I set foot
off this ship, the Borg will.

The collective do not forget
one of their own.

The only safe way to access
the cube is the Qowat Milat way,

by being perfectly open.

That is the Qowat Milat way.

The obvious tension
between you makes me uneasy.

There is an organization
on the Artifact called

"the Borg Reclamation Project."

It maintains
its independence by treaty.

If I can get Federation
diplomatic credentials

as an envoy to the project,

then the Romulans will be forced

to let me meet
with the director,

or risk an incident
with the Federation.

What if the director
doesn't want to meet with you?

I know him, and I think he will.

Remind me why the Federation
would do this for you.

They are not doing it for me.

Okay, okay.
All right, just back off.

Back off. Everybody just
give me some space.

You want me to sweet-talk
the Federation...

This is a bad idea.

Then stand back
and keep your mouths shut.

All right.

Computer.

Requesting subspace relay

through Commnet 4, using
my cr... crypt... cryptonym,

to the following.

Commander Raffaela Musicker.

Emmy.

I knew I should've
screened that call.

Oh, come on. You can't
get rid of me.

I know where all
your bodies are buried.

Ancient history.

- What do you need?
- Uh, ow.

What? So I only call you
when I need something?

Or when you're lit
and feeling sentimental.

Well, listen, babe,

I need some diplomatic
credentials.

Not for me. For Jean-Luc Picard.

Picard? You're working
with him again?

- Mm-hmm.
- Where is he going?

- To the Artifact.
- Ha, ha.

Seriously, where is he going?

No, they have this, uh,
Borg Reclamation Project going.

I guess JL needs
to meet with the director.

It's kind of a little
personal mission he's on.

I wish I could help, Raffi,
but this is one

that I just can't do.

Access is
for scientific research only.

Whole Romulan angle makes it
a very dicey proposition.

The Romulans are
in a 250-year bad mood.

It... it would mean a lot
to the admiral.

Like I said,
I wish I could help.

Uh-huh.

No, no, I... Hey, I understand.

It's-it's just, it might
be a little awkward

when we show up there in
about three hours from now.

What?!

- Sending my location.
- W-Wait.

Raffi! Who authorized you
to even be out there?

I mean, you know Picard.

Every part of that guy
that's not ego is rampaging id.

Okay, you listen to me
very carefully. You turn around

immediately. Do not proceed.

- It's too late.
- If you go out there without permission,

- It's technically an act of war.
- I know!

I know. And even
if you guys deny involvement,

the Romulans are never
gonna buy it, right?

I mean, Picard's so Federation,

his face is still probably
on the damn brochures.

Which is why I'm giving
you this heads-up.

Look, we do this proper.

Diplomatic mission.

Official letter of credence.

I don't want to end up
on the wrong side

of a disruptor cannon, Emmy.

Hey, I mean, I'm still planning
on drinking myself to death.

24 hours.

In and out.

And, Raffi, I'm saying this
as an old friend...

Never call me again.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I had the dream
again last night.

I meant to ask my
mom about it, but...

Yes?

I fell asleep while
I was talking to her.

Does that happen often?

You fall asleep
when you're talking to her?

No.

Maybe. I don't know.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Narek, what is it?

On any Romulan facility,
all incoming

and outgoing transmissions
are routinely monitored.

Now, obviously the concern here

is to keep the Borg technology
secure, but...

any kind of anomaly
is automatically flagged.

Anomaly? What do you mean?

I'm told that each call to your
mother lasts for 70 seconds.

Every call, every day.

70 seconds exactly.

That's impossible.

I can show you the logs.

How long you known me, Chris?

A while now.

I have a son.

Did you know that?

Know a person for years
and never meet their kid.

What does that say?

He's grown.

Married.

About to have a kid of his own.

A little girl.

Nobody I'll ever know.

No one gets all
of it right, Raf.

Hi. Mom?

Honey? Are you okay?

What time is it there?
Shouldn't you be at work?

Mom, I-I never got to talk

to you about that dream
that I had last night.

Is Dad there?

He's in his lab, but he asked
not to be disturbed.

Mom... Mom, I think...

I think
there's something wrong with me.

There is.
You're working too hard.

If you don't need to be at work
right away, why not lie down?

No, Mom...

why not lie down?

There is.

Mom.

If you don't have to be at work
right away, why not lie down?

"Per your urgent request,".

"Admiral Jean-Luc Picard
is hereby granted"

"temporary credentials as
the Federation's special envoy"

"to the Borg
Reclamation Project."

"For a purpose consisting of
and limited to meeting"

"with the project's
executive director."

"The credentials are valid
for Admiral Picard, and..."

"and shall not be renewed."

We have to stay on the ship.

I assume so.

You look disappointed.

No. Relieved.

Hmm.

We haven't been cleared to land.

The Romulans have
restricted you to

specific beam-in coordinates.

Of course I'll come with you.

You heard.

Me only.

The pledge

I made to you is stronger
than some diplomatic credential.

You think I relish going alone?

It's either alone or not at all.

I already hate this place.

Rios,
I will keep communications open.

And no matter what,

you do not leave this ship.

Is that clear?

37 months.

What?

No, no, no.

37 months.

Thirty...

37 months.

37 months.

37 months.

37 months.

Hello?

Let go!

Let go of me!

No!

They don't want you to fall.

Hugh?

I didn't believe it until now.

Welcome
to the Borg Reclamation Project.

I don't know what
you're doing here,

but I'll help you any way I can.

Oh, I'll take a friendly face.

Coming back is hard.

I know.

This is the last place

any of us would ever want
to see again.

How can you stand it?

Why would you choose
to live here?

Project needed a director.

At least as a citizen
of the Federation,

I can leave at any time.

Unlike all the other xBs
on this cube.

XBs?

Former Borg.

It's what we call ourselves.

Ah.

A new name can be the first step
to a new identity.

I learned that on the Enterprise

all those years ago.

This is not a Borg cube anymore.

It's the Artifact.

And you are Jean-Luc Picard,
not Locutus.

All that is long behind you.

Thank you, Hugh.

You're right.

It was a very long time ago.

Tell me how I can help.

I-I'm looking for someone.

Um, appearance,
human from Earth.

She may be engaged
in some research here.

H-Her name is
Soji... Dr. Soji Asha.

Yes.

I take it she's
in serious danger.

What...
Wh-Why would you ask that?

A hunch. Something about her.

Something about you coming
this far to this place.

And something about the dashing
young Romulan spy who showed up

two weeks ago, pretending not to
be asking questions about her.

Can you take me to her now?

Everything I own, Narek.

Nothing is older
than three years.

None of it. Photos.
Journal entries.

How do you explain this?

I can't.

Somehow, everything in my life
has just been fabricated.

I mean, my calls home. My...

My mother, Narek. How can my...

How can my mother not be...

Have you considered
the possibility

that someone may have implanted
false memories in you?

It's not unheard of.

I know it sounds mad,

but say someone hoped to use you

to obtain or find something
for them here on the cube.

Altered your memories to
conceal their purpose,

even from you.

To find something?

Narek, I'm scared.

I know. I know. I know.

And we are going to get
to the bottom of this.

Together.

I may know a way

to help you understand
what is happening.

It's a traditional
Romulan practice.

A form of... meditation.

The Zhal Makh?

I've-I've read about it.

I thought it was taboo
to non-Romulans.

It is.

That's all the more
reason we should try it.

Come on.

What is this place?

Where our patients come

to recover after the trauma
of the reclamation procedure.

I would never have believed that

assimilation could be
undone on this scale.

And by.

Romulans, no less.

The outcomes are far from ideal.

What you're doing is good, Hugh.

There's no need for
it to be perfect.

After all these years, you're...

showing what the Borg are,
underneath.

They're victims.

Not monsters.

Still, we remain the
most hated people

in the galaxy.

Just as helpless and
enslaved as before.

Only now our queen is a Romulan.

Thank you for showing me this.

No one could understand it
better than you.

And a Picard who might advocate

for free Borg...

Now, that would be
quite a thing, wouldn't it?

And you did come all this way.

It seems Soji called in today.

Let's see if we can
go find her for you.

Raffi.

Raf. Raf. Wake up.

Here, I got you coffee.

Also,
you owe me two strips of latinum.

The twin's still alive.

Bullshit.

Fact.

Picard checked in.

I thought that was a safe bet.

Why?

Because you're
a terminal pessimist?

N... No.

Why keep her alive?

The Tal Shiar killed Dahj.

They went after Maddox
on Freecloud.

They know what she looks like.

They have to be onto her.

Why keep her alive?

Well, they must need her
for something.

What does the Tal
Shiar need from a synth?

Is this room free?

She's with me.

Sorry about that.

First things first.
Remove your boots.

It's beautiful.

You asked the other day
if I cared about you.

It's not that I didn't
want to answer, it's just...

out there it feels

too dangerous to show you.

Here I'm safe...

to show you my true self.

To be... Vulnerable?

Hrai Yan.

What? I... My true
name... is Hrai Yan.

Do I start here?

Yes.

The yut makh.

That means "closing,"
not "opening."

Because the journey along
the path of the Zhal Makh

is understood as a journey
that always begins

with the closing of the eyes.

A journey into the center of
the mind's most intimate space,

where deepest truths are hidden.

Your dreams.

I'm back where it always starts.

I hear the rain hit the window.

Daddy?

Why do you call out
for your father?

Because I was scared.

Of what?

The thunder?

Were you afraid of
thunder as a child?

I-I don't know.

Eyes on the path.

How does it make you feel when
your father doesn't respond?

Lonely?

Abandoned.

Good.

You're turning into lu shiar,

Lifting the Eyes.

There's a window, yes?

What's outside?

I don't know. I've never
looked that way before.

Try.

I can't.

It's okay.

Try grounding yourself
in details.

Tell me what you can feel.

Squoodgy's fur
against my fingers.

My hair is cold.

I'm sweating.

Good.

Now, the key to the Zhal Makh
is realizing

that you're in control.

Your mind.

Your dreams.

You must feel free to explore
in any way that you please.

Do you feel like
you're in control?

I don't see much.

Darkness.

Maybe trees.

- Trees?
- But... But I'm not sure.

Now, you're doing really well.

You're turning another corner.

Qlam wath.

The Unfolding.

I'm at the door
to my father's workshop.

I can...
I can see him inside, but...

I can't see
what he's working on.

- Why not?
- The orchids.

I-I can never
see past the orchids.

He's moving away now, and...

and I want to go inside,
but when I try...

Soji!

- Sorry, I..
- No, it's okay.

- Why-why do you wake up?
- Because I'm scared.

Of what?

I don't know,
of-of getting in trouble.

I'm not supposed to be in there.

Soji, you're getting so close.

Beyond that door is exactly

what you've been searching for.

Vri Glam... the Center.

Your unconscious is trying
to tell you the truth,

but you have to walk through it.

You have to believe
that you can.

Can you do that?

For me?

I can try.

You're entering into rok han.

Dr. Asha?

Sectors 5-8 through 5-21

and all over-the-moon sectors
are temporarily closed

due to detected
chronometric activity.

If you have entered
any of the afflicted sectors

in the past 48 hours,
What's all this?

Please proceed to...

I believe she's close
to discovering

who she really is.

What do you mean?

Who is she?

There's no time.

You must find her, Hugh. Please.

It says she's not on the cube.

That's not possible.

Unless... someone
has concealed her.

I am pushing the door now

and I'm stepping inside.

I can see the orchids.
They're beautiful.

They're lit by a skylight.

My father loves them
like they're his children.

Your father is-is going
to shout at you, but this time,

don't let him stop you.

Whatever happens, keep moving.

Soji!

I see my father.

What does he look like?

Oh, God, his face.

I can't see it.
I can never see it.

Oh, he's coming toward me.

Look behind the orchids now.

Okay. Okay.

I'm looking behind the orchids.

What do you see?

It's me.

It's me, but...

I'm in pieces.
I'm... I'm a doll.

Look up through the skylight
now. What do you see?

I see two red moons,
dark as blood,

and-and lightning,
so much lightning.

Well done, little brother.

Narek, what does it mean?

I need to identify

a planet with two red moons

and constant electrical storms.

What does it mean?

It means... you found home.

Look.

But I don't understand.
Why was I on the workbench?

Don't worry. You don't have
to worry anymore.

No. Why-why was he
working on me?

Because you're not real.

You never were.

Narek?

Good-bye, Soji.

Narek. Narek.

Narek?

Narek.

Narek?

Narek!

Narek! Narek...

Narek.

No, no. The radiation.

She's back online.

Where is she?

It looks like she's
between two levels.

It's wrong.

It's showing her moving
way too fast.

She's been activated.

You-you must take me to her now!

Employee badge 74983 stroke 2.

Yes, extremely dangerous.

Straight ahead.

Locutus?

Out of our way, please.

Soji?

Do you know me?

My name is Jean-Luc Picard.

I'm a friend of...
a friend of your father's.

And your sister came to see me,
wanting my help,

but I couldn't help her.

Please, Soji, let me help you.

- Do you know what's happening to me?
- I do.

- Let me explain.
- Romulans!

Lots of them.

Hugh, can you get us
out of here?

This way.

Come. Come.

Please, trust me.

Please.

They are in some
serious trouble.

And he's not responding.

Which way? Which way?!

This is the queencell.

I... Remember.

Even though you've
never been here before.

Yes.

Same here.

It's all just... there.

This one is from after your time.

A spatial trajector.

The Borg acquired the technology

after assimilating Sikarians.

Its use was reserved
for the Queen

in the event of an emergency.

It has a theoretical range of...

40,000 light-years.

Raffi, we found a way to get off
the cube, but we have to go now.

Let's set a rendezvous.

Rendezvous? Where are you going?

Nepenthe. Rios, do you know it?

Sure. But how...
Just meet us there.

Where's the kid?

Hands in the air.

Elnor, I told you
to stay on the ship.

Yes. I didn't listen.

Thank you.

More guards are coming.
I can hear them.

She's right.
We're almost at full power.

Go. I'll try to keep
them from tracing you.

Elnor, come.

This thing here can
take us to a safer place.

I'll stay behind
and cover your escape.

My blade is pledged
to defend you.

Then I release you
of the pledge.

I decline to be released.

What are you doing?

Preparing to fight.

They're getting closer.

Hugh?

It's ready.

Step through.

Elnor, I will not
leave you behind again.

It fills me with joy
to hear you say that.

Now go. You came so far,
they'll destroy her, Picard! Go!

I'll find you again.

Come.

It will take a few minutes
to shut everything down

and hide this room again.

Can you hold them off
for that long?

I won't need a few minutes.
Stay behind me.

Drop your weapons.

Drop your sword.

Please, my friends,
choose to live.