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Previously on Star Trek: Picard...

I don't totally get it.

But I do know something
really bad happened to you.

You don't have a mom and a dad.

You have Captain Picard.

- I don't have Picard.
- But you could.

And he could have you.

And you could both
have each other.

I already had one

grand, heroic captain
in my life.

The last thing I need
is another one.

Ten years on, I still can't
close my eyes at night

without seeing
the last one's blood and brains

splattered all over a bulkhead.

We are gonna take this cube
away from them forever.

That sounds like
a treaty violation to me.

Activate the Queencell...

In case you ever need
a vigilante...

What is the nature
of your medical emergency?

Deactivate EMH.

I wish I didn't know
what I know.

I wish they hadn't shown me.

Narek, the Tal Shiar agent,

was looking for an implanted
memory of a real place.

And when I told him about
the lightning and the moons,

- he said, "You found home."
- I want

to help you to get
back to that home.

Somebody's tailing us.

Must be since we left the cube.

Our foremothers
came to this system

looking for an answer

to the riddle
of the Eightfold stars.

What they found was a storehouse

of preserved memories
that showed them the grim fate

of the civilization
that perished here long ago.

We still do not know
the name of the mighty race

who left behind this object,
this Admonition,

warning us of the horror
and annihilation

that came from the skies.

When our foremothers
first endured the Admonition,

we, the Zhat Vash, were born.

For hundreds of years since,

we have worked in shadow

to prevent a second coming

of the Destroyers.

It is this dreaded work

that you must now carry on.

What you are about to experience
will drive some of you mad.

But those of you who endure

will be stronger.

Witness the devastation
that must be prevented.

Endure the Admonition...

if you can.

No more...

We have to stop them.

We will.

How?

Where do we begin?

On the world
the humans call Mars.

Auntie?

Auntie.

No...

We have our work to do.

Dr. Kabath says there's no
medical reason for this, Auntie.

I do believe you're malingering.

You were never entirely sane
to begin with, were you?

It was folly,

taking in Narek and me
after our parents died.

And sheer madness, submitting
yourself for Admonishment.

Though when you lost your mind,

you certainly did it
with panache.

Breaking a Borg cube

by the sheer force
of your despair?

The Collective picked
the wrong Tal Shiar ship

to assimilate that day.

They ought to have picked mine.

I'd have made a much
better Borg than you.

"Resistance is futile."

Narek's located
the synthetics' nest.

I've dispatched ships.

I'll be joining them
as soon as I've shut down

this house of horrors.

If you wake up,
you can come along.

We have our work to do.

Tell me you found the freak.

Yes, Colonel.

We tracked him to the office
of the former director

of the Reclamation Project.

Where's Hugh?

What is happening on this cube?

All right. I'm here.

It's-it's all right.

Rios?

Rios?

Rios, this is Dr. Asha.

I need a secure subspace link...

Rios?

Hey!

Rios!

What?

I need a secure subspace link
to Starfleet Command.

What?

And what's the nearest starbase?

Uh, Deep Space 12?

Lay in a course.

Hey.

Lay in a course.

I will lay in a course for DS12.

But after that,
you're on your own, Picard.

I'm done.

You said you'd take me home.

Yes, and I will.

But we face a powerful enemy.

We can't do it without support.

Look,

you have no choice
but to trust me.

And I know, that would
make me angry, too, but...

I understand.

Let me find you a cabin.

U-Uh, hi.

Raffi.

Soji.

Soji,

I'm sorry, but your new
best friend Jean-Luc

already brought us one adorable
little homicidal double agent.

What the hell
are you talking about?

I'm talking about how big
a fool you really are.

Yeah... Come.

I'm sorry about her rudeness.

Raffi!

A neuron.

That's all you know about her.

You built this whole giant
fantasy of-of rescue

and sacrifice and redemption

out of one pissant
little neuron.

Now you put that away
or be prepared to use it on me.

Agnes Jurati had
a tracking isotope in her blood.

She's a Romulan spy.

Fact or theory?

Theory.

Come.

We think she killed
Bruce Maddox.

Who is "we"?

She injected herself
with a hydrogen compound.

She was trying to destabilize
the viridium tracker

already present in her system.

And as soon as she did,
we shook our Tal Shiar tail.

Fact, not theory.

But t-to say that
she's a Tal Shiar agent?

Maybe she didn't know about
the viridium until you picked up

- the tail.
- Maybe.

Or maybe they put her on
this ship to kill Bruce Maddox.

Right after they got done
killing Soji's sister.

Tell me about Maddox.

His injuries need
not have been fatal.

She deactivated me.

Mm-hmm.
Then,

she turned off the hematic
microrepair unit

that was stabilizing
his cardiovascular function.

She was in distress.

I-I told you it was careless
to bring her along.

Now you're telling us
that we need to trust

the synth girl, too?

Tell me, JL.

What is Soji really like?

Hmm?

Do you know?

Does she?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Where are you going, Raffi?

To tell Rios I was right
about Jurati.

I'm gonna see if it feels any
better to rub his face in it.

That's a hell of a report.

And you thought I was
a desperate old man.

Quixotic, paranoid,
possibly senile.

Let's just leave it at quixotic.

And now the windmills have
turned out to be giants.

You want an apology?

I want a squadron.
Jean-Luc?

Clancy! Out there,

in the Vayt System, right now,

beings who have as much
right to life and liberty

as you and I or Commander Data

are being hunted
down by an enemy

who seeks to exterminate them.

Jean-Luc! No! Clancy, if you say this

is not a job for Starfleet,
then I'm sorry,

but you are a waste of space!

Admiral Picard,
with all due respect,

and at long last,

shut the fuck up.

I'm sending a squadron to
rendezvous with you at DS12.

Now, stay put
until they get there.

Clancy out.

Hmm.

You all right, buddy?

You seemed a little, uh,
rattled back there.

Tell me how I can help you.

The Tal Shiar had a tracker

inside your girl Jurati.

And it looks like
she killed Bruce Maddox.

Well, that's bad news.

Uh, yeah.

Unless you like

giant, all-encompassing,

paranoid conspiracy theories.

Then it's, you know,
kind of awesome,

you know, in a horrible way.

In bad situations,
it's so important

to try and find
something positive.

Goddamn it!

Which one are you?

Navigation.

ENH... call me Enoch.

Where is Rios?

After he laid in the course
for Deep Space 12,

he activated us holograms
and went to his quarters.

Did he tell you why he got
so freaked out by that girl?

No, but...

he said if I kept
smiling at him,

he would punch me in the face.

Let me see if I can

identify her for you.

Yes!

Her name is...

Jana.

Hmm, her name is Soji.

Ask me about astronavigation!

This, uh, this caught my eye

while I was surveilling
the cube.

All these Romulans sitting
around drawing this,

over and over.

Eight circles, see?

Could those be planets?

Looks an attempt to
depict an octonary.

A what, now?

A planetary system with
eight component stars.

This is Nu Scorpii,

a septenary system,
which are extremely rare.

But an octonary?
Hmm?

There are accounts of one

in some ancient Romulan
star atlases, but...

they're considered apocryphal.

They don't appear in any
of their modern charts.

The gravitational mechanics
would have to be...

incredibly complex.

All-all-all this time
I've been thinking

that the Conclave of Eight
was eight people

who planned the attack on Mars,
but maybe the name

refers to the place
where they met.

You are my favorite holo.

Hmm.

Killed by a phaser.

The boy has a confederate.

Fenris Rangers.

And it's not hard
to guess which one.

Why didn't you go with them?

Picard released me.

I found a cause even
more lost than his.

Is this where
the Borg Queen lived?

No.

But she used to visit sometimes?

I can explain,
or I can steal this cube.

What the hell is going on?

The cube, it seems to be...

I would almost say
it's regenerating.

We have to get rid of every Borg

still held in stasis
immediately.

Can they be gassed?

Electrocuted?

We can blow the seals
and jettison them

directly into space.

Oh, I like that.

See to it.

Yes, Colonel.

I'll get started on the xBs.

I'll need this one, too.

Come.

Is it all right?

It's good.

Is there something you'd prefer?

Honestly, I don't know.

You don't know what it's like

to have this vacuum
inside of you, Picard.

To have someone ask
if you like eggs,

and have no idea if the answer

is coming from you

or your instruction set.

You're right.

I don't know what that's like.

I can only try

and imagine it.

Your memories,

your history,

to you, feel like

incidents you heard about.

Something that happened
to someone else.

Yes.

You feel that you

don't have a past anymore.

Because I don't.

Oh, that's not true.

You have a past.

You have a story...

just waiting to be claimed.

You're talking about Data.

Among other things, yes.

All right.

Tell me about Data.

What was he like?

Well, Data was... brave.

Curious.

Very gentle.

He had a child's wisdom,

unclouded by habit

or bias.

He made us all laugh...

e-except when he was
trying to make us laugh.

And you loved him.

I, uh...

Yes.

In my way.

Did he love you?

Data's capacity for expressing

and processing emotion
was limited.

I suppose we had that in common.

If I could see you
with his eyes...

with his memories...

what would I see?

How would I know that?

What do you hope I would see?

How do you wish
he would remember you?

You mean, if he had survived me,

rather than
the other way around.

I hope he would remember

Jean-Luc Picard as someone
who believed in him.

Who believed in his potential.

Uh, celebrated his successes.

Counseled him when
he fell short.

Helped him if he needed help

and, if he didn't need it...

got out of his way.

Words to that effect.

He loved you.

Chris?

Are you Chris?

No, lassie, I'm the Emergency

Engineering Hologram,
but I go by Ian.

First of all, I'm gonna ask you
never to call me "lassie" again.

Duly noted.

Have you seen Rios?

No.

Captain's still hiding out
in his cabin.

"Hiding out"?

From what?

From Soji?

I dinna ken for sure,

but I wouldn't be surprised.

Sight of that lassie's bound
to stir up unwelcome memories.

And why is that?

Where does he know her from?

I do not have
the faintest notion.

I ken it's true,
but I dinna ken why.

Mm.

Lot of that going around.

Engineering, right?

Let me ask you something.

What are the chances
that an octonary star system

would occur naturally?

Close to...

close to nil, I'd say.

Meaning it would have
to be built?

You'd have to

capture eight suns,

move them across
light-years of space,

and set 'em in motion.

Why...

why would you want to do that?

Showing off?

Saying, look what I can do!

Or maybe you had something

really important to say,
and you wanted to make sure

that people were
paying attention.

Like...

if you wanted
to leave them a warning.

Oh...

I'm getting closer, Ian.

I can, I can feel it.

Aye.

And how's it feel?

Absolutely terrifying.

Burgundy.

Red wine.

What is the nature of your
hospitality emergency?

I-I need a glass of red wine.

You disabled alcohol service
from your quarters two days ago.

Well, reinstate it... override.

Locked yourself
out of override and...

out of meta-override.

Then shoot me in the head.

What's with Rios?

Should I be worried about him?

He could use someone to talk to.

Someone who doesn't
look exactly like him,

only better groomed.

How do you know that?

Are you all networked
directly to Rios?

When Captain Rios
acquired La Sirena,

he selected
the self-scan option.

He claims it was an accident,

but he never bothered
to revert it, so...

So you're all Rios, overlaid
on the five basic installs?

Not, not, not precisely.

He went in later
and made some deletions.

Careless ones, I must say.

Ask me the proper temperature
for making Yridian tea.

I no longer have any idea.

In any case,
it's hard to explain,

but I am aware,

or rather, my algorithms
allow me to predict

with a high degree
of confidence,

that Captain Rios
is in sore need

of a confidant, right about now.

Rios, honey?

It's Raffi.

Thought you might need
some company.

Piss off!

Pissing off.

These are the ones
Hugh reclaimed.

Thousands more
are still in stasis.

Wake them up.

They'll be useless.

Lost without the voice
of the Collective.

I could reactivate and reconnect
their transceivers.

Create a kind of
micro-collective

of just the Borg on this cube.

Coordinate their movements,

deploy them against
the Romulan troops.

That sounds amazing.
Do that.

Assimilate them?

Invade their minds,
suppress their identities,

enslave them... again?

You can release them
when we win.

They won't want to be released,

and I...

I might not want
to release them.

Mm. Maybe this was a mistake.

All right, somewhere
underneath this...

absurd spectacle
I see before me,

are five broken pieces
of Captain Rios.

It's like you each
got dealt a hole card.

How about you
turn them over, hmm?

Sit up.

Oh... L-Let's start
with the girl. Um,

Ian, you called her "Jana."
You said you recognized her.

I did. I do.
I do, too.

Yes. Jana.

Poor thing. It was just...

so tragic.

I...

No. Sorry.

It's like my knowledge of
Medusan astrogation techniques,

totally gone.

It's something to do with
his time on the ibn Majid,

with his captain.

Aye, Captain Alonzo Vandermeer.

Well, what about him?
Were they close?

Is he alive?

It's, um...

Ah...

The information's there,
somewhere. I can feel it..

But I can't quite get at it.

Emmet.

What?

Ugh.

What happened to Vandermeer?

Oh. Well, that's awful.

Do we know why?

It's one of those things ye ken,
but ye dinna say.

Turns out
we don't actually "ken."

I can feel the answer,
or a ghost of it.

This may violate
my Hippocratic coding,

but after the whole thing
was over,

Captain Rios suffered
some kind of breakdown.

Oy, oy, oy.

That's why he was discharged.

Um, "whole thing"?
What "whole thing"?

Something happened
on the ibn Majid,

something that had to do
with Vandermeer

and a girl named Jana.

Don't bother searching
for ship's logs

or personnel records
on the ibn Majid.

- Why?
- It was all classified.

Because?

Oh, oh. come on.

One of you knows.

What happened on the ibn Majid?

One of us knows.

And he's sae fou as a piper
an' awfu aff the fang.

So true, Ian.

I mean...

It's not even the language.

Did it work?

You neutralized the viridium,
if that's what you mean.

We're no longer being tracked
by the Tal Shiar.

We are now headed
for Deep Space 12.

When we arrive,
you will surrender yourself

to the authorities
for the murder of Bruce Maddox.

I've been trying
to work it out...

how you could have done
such a thing.

He was your mentor,

your... lover.

Why?

I had to.

When Commodore Oh came
to find me that day, she...

she did something to me.

Poisoned me.

So the head of
Starfleet Security

had you ingest
a viridium tracker?

Yes, but that's not
what I'm talking about.

She put poison in my mind,

Picard. She...

put her hands on my head
and poured in...

She put in a psychic block to
keep me from talking about it.

- Ah, you must fight...
- I don't want to talk about it!

Do you believe in hell?

Yeah, neither did I,

until I saw it.

Now?

I think about suicide every day.

That's how I comfort myself.

Was this experience,

this vision of Oh's,

one that she lived
through herself?

No, no.

It happened...

thousands of centuries ago

because of hubris.
Hubris like Bruce's.

Because of synthetic life?

We're at a threshold.

I saw it, Picard.
Oh showed me.

Unless we act quickly

and destroy even the possibility
of synthetic life...

Hell will come again.

And this threshold...

Is the coming of Seb Cheneb.
The Destroyer.

Me.

So...

Captain Alonzo Vandermeer.

Uh, that his...

Walkman?

I used to pretend
he was my father.

Mm.

Called him "Pops" in my head.

Couple of times,
it almost slipped out.

Mm.

Kind of a surprise
when he turned out to be

a cold-blooded murderer.

Who...

who did he murder?

Do you sleep?

Every night.

You sleep every night.

My God.

Do you eat?

When I'm hungry.

What do you do when you're sad?

Cry.

Thirsty?

Drink.

You drink when you're thirsty.

That is so beautiful.

We were way the hell out

in the Vayt Sector.

Picked up a diplomatic mission.

Out of nowhere,

tiny ship,

unknown design.

Two passengers.

We scanned them.
They checked out.

We sent the info to Starfleet

and notified them
of a first contact.

Then we beamed them on board.

The ambassador,

Beautiful Flower,

and his young protégé.

Jana.

You have a constellation

of three beauty marks
on your right cheek.

Which is a good thing?

Which is artistry.

Noonien Soong, who made Data,
thought of himself as an artist.

But...

he never gave Data
three beauty marks.

I also have a mole on my chest.

And a crooked pinky toe.

You are a wonder.

A... technological masterpiece
and work of art.

Am I a person?

We shake hands.

We sit down, have a bite to eat.

A few hours later,

Alonzo Vandermeer kills
them both in cold blood.

He takes them both out with
two quick pops of a phaser.

Why?

Am I a person?

Not in theory.

To you.

Right now.
Looking at me.

Talking to me.

Do you consider me to
be a person like you?

It was a black flag directive,

straight from
Starfleet Security.

He told me they said

if he disobeyed,

the ibn Majid would be destroyed

- with all hands.
- What?

I went at him hard.

Pretty hard.

That's when he put
the phaser in his mouth

and pulled the trigger.

Oh, Chris.

Raffi, then-then
I covered it up.

Like he was supposed to do.

So it wouldn't
all be for nothing.

So they wouldn't
blow up the ibn Majid

and everyone on it.

I beamed the bodies into space.

Deleted it from
the transporter log.

Let the whole fleet know

that Alonzo Vandermeer
had killed himself

for no fucking reason at all.

Six months later,
I was out of Starfleet.

They called it, uh,

post-traumatic dysphoria.

But I was just...

Broken.

I'm so sorry, babe.

When that girl
beamed aboard today,

I mean, Raffi...

it's the same girl.

The other one sketched it
while we were talking.

They were synths.

That's why they had to die.

Chris,

who gave the order?

Commodore Oh

ordered you to kill me, too.

I would never give you
the opportunity.

Now that I've met you,

I would never take it.

Never, ever again.

Okay?

I'm afraid I broke your gun.

Someone get me another weapon.

The lights are going out.

Are those Borg life signs?

Do they frighten you?

I'd be a fool if they didn't.

Something far worse
is coming, Centurion,

if I fail in my work.

We are Borg.

We are Borg. We are Borg.

Now.

No!

Well...

I'm done murdering people.

So that's a good thing.

When we get to Deep Space 12,
I'm gonna turn myself in.

Are you all right?

I-I'm sorry.

You all are the closest
I've come in a long...

time, maybe ever,
to having a-a...

crew.

S... Sorry I had
to fucking ruin it.

Sh-Should we get into it?

I'm sorry, too.

Peppermint, French fries.

To me it looks kind
of disgusting, but...

you love it, right?

How did you know?

Oh, we'll get there, honey.

Now listen.

Two, three hundred thousand
years ago,

somebody drags
eight suns together.

They hang a planet
in the middle.

And on this planet,
they place a warning.

The Romulans call it
the Admonition.

This warning says,

"Don't do what we did.

We created
synthetic life-forms, and..."

And they evolved.

And it did not go well. At all.

Meaning?

Apparently, these people
believed there was a threshold

of synthetic evolution,
a dividing line.

Like

with Zefram Cochrane
and warp drive,

When you cross that line,

somebody shows up?

Somebody really bad.

The Romulans, it seems,

took this Admonition
very seriously.

They created a group,

the Zhat Vash,

dedicated to finding

and terminating
all synthetic life.

So imagine, 30, 40 years ago,

Dr. Noonien Soong starts
turning out synthetic life

that's equal to human beings.

Superior, in some ways.

The Romulans send in a
mole, a half-Romulan

Vulcan named Oh.

She burrows into Starfleet,

rises through the ranks
and becomes head of Security.

And all the while,
she has one mandate

to put a stop
to the Federation's research

and development
of synthetic life-forms.

To this end, she decides

to engineer a situation
so terrifying

that the Federation's
only response

will be to ban synths forever.

The Romulans were behind
the attack on Mars.

Yeah.

It has a certain ring to it,
am I right?

Carry on.

But the commodore's
work wasn't done.

Nine years ago, a Starfleet
vessel had first contact

with a pair of emissaries

from a strange new world.

One called himself
Beautiful Flower.

The other one was...

Jana.

How do I know that?

The same way I know
you like to dip French fries

in peppermint ice cream.

Jana and this Flower

came from the world
that Bruce Maddox fled to

when he left Earth
after the ban,

bound and determined
to carry out his work.

And the Zhat Vash have been
searching for this world

ever since.

Which they have now found
because of me.

Excuse me.

Soji, what are you doing?

Emmet, ayuda.

Emmet!

- I deactivated them.
- Don't worry,

I'm not going to hurt anybody,
I just need to get back home.

You'll get your ship back,
Rios, the minute we're there.

Kid, I understand why you're
doing this, but it's not right.

We want to help you.
You cannot just...

How could you possibly
understand?

Is someone trying to wipe out

your family?

Do you even have a family?

I do not.

What...

W-What is that?

Is that some kind of
subspace tunneling?

It's a map of the Borg
transwarp conduit network.

At this speed, we're about nine
hours from the nearest node.

I don't actually know
how I know that. I...

I must have picked it up
on the cube while I was busy

being Dr. Soji Asha.

The second I heard
the truth about the ban,

the Admonition and what happened

to my brother and sister
on the ibn Majid,

I suddenly seem to know
a whole lot of things.

Do you know this?

It's a lullaby my mother
used to sing to me.

She didn't like other people
playing with her things, either.

She's done it Maddox's way,
she's done it my way.

Let's try doing it her way.

And hope we get there
in time to warn them.

Actually...

I-I don't know how to work this.

So, your plan is just,

fly into a transwarp conduit,

don't set up
a structural integrity field,

no chroniton field?

Just jump right in,
gravimetric shear be damned?

Sirena is my goddamn ship, hija.

Captain Rios,
please take me home.

For Jana's sake.

I got you.

The fleet has the coordinates
for the synthetic home world.

They're leaving now.

Have all the Borg
been jettisoned?

Yes, Colonel. In an hour
we'll have the xBs mopped up

and be ready to embark...

And my ship is
ready for departure?

Qezh.

They are gone.

It is over.
The cube is ours again.

So...

are you gonna assimilate me now?

Annika still has work to do.

You know, I remember
standing the night watch

as a young ensign on
the bridge of the Reliant.

Feeling...
I was the only one awake

in all that... emptiness,

all that silence.

I'd forgotten

until...

just now

how much I loved it.

I knew Alonzo
Vandermeer slightly.

He was first officer to an
Academy classmate of mine.

Captain Marta Batanides.

You knew her?

No, but... I felt like I did.

She was a legend to the old man.

My old man...

Captain Vandermeer.

Hmm.

Did he know

they were synthetic?

I have to believe that he did.

He must have thought that,

because of that,

he'd be able to live with it.

I didn't know him well,
as I said, but...

I felt he was a good man.

One of the best
that Starfleet had to offer.

He was.

I, um...

I hate that he died thinking

it was really Starfleet
that betrayed him.

Betrayed itself.

But Starfleet did betray him.

We did betray ourselves.

Long before
Oh gave Vandermeer that order.

The ban itself was a betrayal.

Oh, the Zhat Vash...
They set the trap,

but we could merely
have sidestepped it.

Instead, we gave way to fear.

It took her all of five minutes
to hack my ship, Picard.

And now, maybe there's
a whole planet of them.

Raffi said the Romulans
call her "the Destroyer."

What if they're right?

They may be right
about what happened

200,000 years ago.

The past is written.

But the future is left
for us to write,

and we have
powerful tools, Rios

openness, optimism

and the spirit of curiosity.

All they have is
secrecy and fear,

and fear is the great destroyer,
Rios, not...

We're there.