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Previously on
Star Trek: Picard...

Rios, this
is Dr. Asha.

When that girl
beamed aboard today...

I mean, Raffi...

it's the same girl.

They were synths.

That's why they had to die.

I saw it, Picard.

Oh showed me.

Unless we act quickly

and destroy even the possibility
of synthetic life...

Hell will come again.

Is this where the
Borg Queen lived?

I can explain
or I can steal this cube.

We are Borg.

Now.

No!

Raffi said the Romulans

call her the Destroyer.

What if they're right?

- I'm fine.
- Maddox left Earth

right after the ban.

Maybe he went to this planet
with the two red moons.

And resumed his work

creating synthetic life-forms.

Narek's located
the synthetics' nest.

We've got our work to do.

Captain Rios,

please take me home.

I got you.

Aah!
Please be over, be over,

be over, be over,
be over, be over...

Chroniton field integrity
at 90% and holding.

Ghulion system.

Fourth planet.

That the one?

- Did we beat them?
- Well...

long and short-range scanners

show no Romulan presence.

No ships of any kind.

Nice work, honey.

You got us here
really damn fast.

And I am never going
to do that ever again.

What happened to Deep Space 12?

A-Am I still under arrest?

There was a change of plan.

We just came 25 light-years

in 15 minutes.

I noticed a little turbulence.

Mm.

Is that...

We call it...

Coppelius.

Puta madre.

Our Romulan shadow is back.

Agnes, sit down.

Strapping in.

She disabled
the tracking device.

How the hell did he find us?

He must have extrapolated

from our last known
course and position.

His cloak's fritzing out.

Raffi, status.

He's alive. Barely.

His pulse
is almost undetectable.

It's a trick.

And if it isn't?
We just let him die?

He attacked us. He has
no one but himself to blame.

There's a difference between
killing an attacking enemy

and watching a wounded one die.

Beam him to sickbay immediately.

What just happened?

He reversed his cloaking device,
used it as a projector.

Malparido!

Put him onscreen.

He's powering up

his disruptor cannons.
We better...

That's unexpected.

It's supposed to be broken.

Its weapons are coming online.

So, not broken.

I'm picking up a bogie
from the planet's surface.

No, make that five bogies,

and one of them's
coming right at us.

What kind of bogie?

Um... Okay.

I want to say, like,
a giant flower.

Hold on tight.

What just happened?

They hit us with a flower.

It looked like an orchid.

What is it?

I'm pretty sure
we just call them orchids.

All power's gone.

What do we do about it?

Nothing.

Brace yourselves!

JL?

Thank you for coming...

everyone.

What just happened?

Picard? Picard?

You really want to go back out
into the cold.

More than ever.

I may never pass this way again.

Welcome back.

How do you feel, mister?

A bit confused.

We-we have Chris manually
open the shutters.

I didn't know
there were shutters.

I... I didn't know
there were windows.

The ship seems all right,

but we have no power.

Nothing works.
I didn't know

how I was gonna
run a scan on you.

And then I found this.

An old-school medical tricorder.

You were really out.

At first, I thought head injury,

but I, um...

I couldn't find
any signs of trauma.

Is something wrong?

I don't know.

It, uh...

might just be a tricorder
showing its age.

Or?

I suspect the tricorder is fine.

Hey, JL.

You okay?

Can I please have
your attention?

Thank you.

Um, I am going to return Soji

to her people,

and we will tell them

that a Romulan force
is on its way

to exterminate them.

One more thing.

Uh, I have a brain abnormality.

I've known for years.

Uh, I never had any symptoms,

so I never
thought much about it.

However, just before
we left the Earth,

I learned that
my condition was...

more acute.

The prognosis was terminal,

and there is no
effective treatment.

There will be

no further discussion.

Anyone who treats me
like a dying man

will run the risk
of pissing me off.

Is that clear?

Good.

Status and situation.
Rios.

Um, the ship survived
the Snakehead attack

and the landing
structurally intact,

but the orchid knocked
our systems off-line,

including power.

Raffi?

Uh, it's a Class M planet,

smaller and denser than Earth.

Before that, uh,

space flower
knocked us off-line,

our sensors showed
a small settlement.

Coppelius Station.

I'd say we're about five or six
kilometers from there.

Tell us about it.

I think that I was born there.

But I'm pretty sure that
I didn't live there very long

before Maddox took
Dahj and me away.

Pretty sure?

My memories are all jumbled.

It's like watching a holo
that I know I've seen before

but can't really remember.

Do they hate us?

I really don't think so.

What you said about Data...
How he was open-minded,

unprejudiced, free of bias...

They crashed my ship without
even asking my name.

I don't know, that feels
a little biased to me.

Raffi, do we have

any idea when the Romulans
will arrive?

They had a solid head start,

but we made up a ton of time
with the conduit.

I'm gonna guess
a day, maybe two.

Soon.

But we have no idea
of their numbers.

Well, I suggest
we all take a walk.

We might run into...
I don't know,

angry reptiloids out there.

Homicidal fungi.

It's a thing.

Or somebody's
asshole Romulan ex.

Hot.

I think that's the Artifact.

Good riddance.

We had friends
on that thing, though.

Soji, I know time
is of the essence,

but if, by any chance,

Elnor and Hugh survived...

Something that massive,

falling that fast...
Uh, the odds are not good.

Well, hope and the odds
make poor bedfellows.

True.

Synthville is in
the opposite direction.

We could split up.

Hugh was my friend, too.

Anyway, we should
probably stick together.

In case we run into
any homicidal fungus.

Now it's broken.

We both survived.

It didn't.

Those flowers didn't give them
a very soft landing.

I doubt they were designed
to bring down

something as big as a Borg cube.

Locutus.

Picard, you're alive.

This fills me with joy.

Heads up.

So, you here to help

with the cleanup,
or do you just make messes?

I don't believe it.

For a few minutes,

I felt connected to everything.

I saw everything.

I saw La Sirena in the
transwarp conduit.

I saw the Snakehead chasing it.

So you opened another conduit
and came after us.

You needed our help.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Poor Hugh.

It must have taken
appalling brutality

to turn such a gentle soul
to violence.

What are they doing?

Using a battery pack
to try and get

the food replicators
back online.

Are other systems operational?

What do you need?

Long-range scanners.

They can be.

Okay.

All right.

Oh, man.

- How many?
- Uh...

218 warbirds.

Ah. 218.

Mm-hmm.

That's not so bad.

True.

You really only have to
worry about the first 109.

I'm beginning to feel that

all we do these days
is say goodbye.

Yes, but this time's worse

because you're dying.

You go ahead.

I'll join you.

I'm torn.

You need protection
now more than ever.

No, the xBs need your protection
much more than I do.

And you must try to get

the defensive systems here
back online.

I may never see you again.

Well, that's true
of any two people

who are saying goodbye.

- Picard...
- El...

I am very, very proud of you.

Keep saving the galaxy, Picard.

That's all on you, now.

Soji.

Finally.

We've missed you so.

Arcana.

Your name is Arcana.

Welcome back.

I'm home.

Uh, these are my friends.

Captain Jean-Luc Picard.

Data's captain.

Yes.

I feel surprisingly moved.

May I?

They're just lines,

but they imply so much more.

Grief.

Endurance.

Marvelous.

Welcome, all of you.

You completed your mission?

Yes.

Your face tells me that this
success brings bad news.

A fleet of Romulan warbirds
is on its way,

coming to destroy us all.

These orchids...

How many more do you have?

Please say 218.

We had 15.
We now have ten.

We can make more, given time.

You have two days.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, please.

Pardon me.

Admiral Jean-Luc Picard,
retired.

I take it my face
looks familiar.

I feel as if
I'm looking at Data.

Data, if he'd
gotten old and gone soft.

Must be disturbing.

I know it is for me.

Dr. Altan Inigo Soong,
mad scientist.

My father had me,
but he created Data,

a fact he never let me forget.

Get this man some water.

Organics our age get parched.

We're not all machines here,
you know.

Come, Admiral.

You've been gone a long time.

Welcome home, my dear.

Well,

we better hear the whole story.

Come with me, please.

So it's all my fault.

I led the Romulans right to us.

I'm so sorry.

Nonsense.

You-you can't be expected
to keep a secret

you don't even know you know.

Unfortunately,
the ban brought out

the deceptive side
of Bruce Maddox.

I might even call it devious.

Admiral?

Welcome.

Of course.

Bruce.

I warned him that his plan

might draw unwanted attention.

Soji.

You and Bruce may
have saved us all.

True, you may have brought us

all kinds of trouble.

But you have also
brought us answers.

That's Jana.

No, no, this is Sutra.

Jana was her sister.

More importantly,

you've brought us information.

Dr. Jurati.

Admiral Picard

tells me you've experienced
this Admonition?

Only secondhand.

And yet what you saw
persuaded you

to end Bruce Maddox's life.

That his death

was utterly necessary?

And now?

When I think back to that day,
the day I...

killed Bruce,

- it's like...
- It's like

you were out
of your goddamn mind.

Maybe she was.

Maybe

these pitiful Romulans

have been pointlessly driving
themselves insane for centuries,

trying to grapple with something
that was never intended

for organic minds at all.

You believe that the Admonition

is intended for synthetic minds?

That's what I'd
like to find out.

How?

We had one ship.

We lost it
when we lost Jana and Flower.

Even if we had a transwarp
tunnel, that wouldn't...

Oh, I don't need
to go anywhere at all.

What did they show you,

Agnes Jurati?

Oh, yes. Yes.

Very clever. Very clever, Sutra.

Sutra's always had a passion
for Vulcan culture.

She's read Sarek,

she plays the ka'athyra
beautifully,

and she has, quite remarkably,

taught herself

the famous mind-meld.

Uh-uh.

No way. No, Chris.

You're just getting over
this, Agnes. It's okay.

It's okay.

You deserve to know.

You're terrified.

Don't be.

My mind to your mind.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

Life begins.

Life begins.

The dance of division

and replication.

Imperfect.

Finite.

Organic life evolves,

yearns for perfection.

That yearning leads
to synthetic life.

But organics perceive
this perfection as a threat.

When they realize
their creations do not age

or become sick...
become sick...

or die... or die...

they will seek to destroy them

and in so doing,

destroy themselves.

Beyond the boundaries
of time and space,

we stand,

an alliance of synthetic life.

Synthetic life.
Watching you.

Waiting for your signal.

Summon us, and we will come.

Summon us.

You will have our protection.

Your evolution

will be their extinction.

Fascinating.

It's beautiful.

I really missed butterflies.

So I made my own.

I wanted to talk about Bruce.

He spoke of you often.

I might almost say excessively.

His only regret in coming
here was leaving you behind.

It was more like I didn't have
the guts to go with him.

What you did...

Shame on you, Agnes.

You put out a small,
bright candle

shedding its light
in a vast darkness.

You owe a great debt.

Would you like the
chance to repay it?

To give a life
instead of taking one?

Yes.

Have a look at this.

You made a golem?

Altan,

have you cracked mind transfer?

Well, not yet.

I do bodies.

Bruce was the substrates man.

Recently, I've
regained my interest

in mind transfer.

Along with a-a...

certain sense of urgency.

Have you processed the viability

of my solution? That can't be the
answer, Sutra.

What's the alternative?

23 orchids, an old man

and a few friends with phasers?

We won't hold out five minutes.

Rios will get La Sirena flying,

and we can get you
all out of here.

Run, you mean.

Run and hide until the next time
they track us down.

We won't be safe anywhere,
ever, unless we do this.

- You don't know that.
- Yes, I do.

And you do, too.

To them, we're monsters.

They call us abominations, Soji.

There is no alternative.

- There has to be.
- What is it, then?

Something where so many
people don't have to die.

There is no such plan.

Yes, all right, okay.

I said I'd come with you, okay?

I said I'd come with you.

Look at what the cat dragged in.

Oh, hello.
Who's your friend?

This is Spot II.

I'm not really a cat person.

They made him.

Oh, wow.
That's...

impressive, I guess.

I'm gonna try and get
the ship back online.

Picard thinks we can get
them all out of here.

I'm gonna stay here.

Dr. Soong
is giving me the chance

to try to complete some work
that Bruce left unfinished.

Be careful, okay?

I'm not sure

how much I really trust them.

Them?

Or me?

Look, just...

don't forget me
when it's time to go.

You're many things,
Agnes P. Jurati.

Forgettable is not one of them.

Yeah?

Am I inolvidable?

Absolutamente.

This will help repair your ship.

Oh, thanks.
Um, what is this?

It fixes things.

Um... h-how?

You have to use
your imagination.

My imagination?

Okay.

Thank you.

You'll be sure to let me know

when the ship's systems
are up and running?

Nah. I figured I'd
keep you guessing.

Uh, JL?

I'm sorry.
I'm breaking the rules.

- Hey, Raffi.
- No, no.

Just...

After everything
that you've done for me...

I need to say thank you.

I love you, JL.

Oh, you-you don't
have to say it back to me.

I don't?

Well, n-not unless you want to.

Uh, sor... Yeah, no.

It's fine.
It's... It's fine.

Okay.

Okay.

I love you, too, Raffi.

Agnes is having a sleepover.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Starfleet Command, this is

Jean-Luc Picard transmitting
on a secure hyperfrequency.

I have a first contact situation

and a priority request
to establish

diplomatic negotiations

and to protect the inhabitants
of Ghulion IV

from an incoming Romulan attack.

Friend.

I'm thirsty.

There's some water in that bag.

Please, can I have it?

I'm thirsty.

Is this how you treat
your prisoners?

We've never had
a prisoner before.

How do the Romulans
treat their prisoners?

Let's change the subject.

Please?

No!

Don't!
Do not listen to him.

Soji, are you all right?
I've been so worried...

Shut up.

You cannot believe
a word he says, Saga.

Not one word.

I'm monitoring
his biofunctions, Soji.

- I'll know when he's lying.
- You misunderstood...

I misunderstood
your attempt to murder me?

I was afraid that you
were gonna kill me.

It was wrong to have you
undergo the Zhal Makh.

It-it did something
to your mind. Shut up.

I love you.

I know.

What a sad

and twisted thing you are.

You disgust me, Narek.

But not as much
as I disgust myself

for pitying you.

And I pity you.

Because we are gonna rain
down fire on this world...

and kill every so-called
living thing on it.

Even you.

Even you, my love.

No, you won't.

I'll have food and drink
brought to you.

And tend to your wound.

Thank you.

Starfleet Command,
please respond.

These were
Maddox's old quarters.

Yes.
I gathered that.

They were very close.

When I heard about...

what Agnes had done to Bruce,

I couldn't understand it.

Let alone imagine myself
doing something like that.

Something like what?

Taking life to save life.

Hurting some to save others.

I just...

I guess I'm just trying
to understand the logic

of sacrifice.

The logic of sacrifice.

Hmm, I don't like
the sound of that.

So you think there is no logic?

No calculus of life and death?

I think it depends

on if you're the person

holding the knife.

Take a break, Saga.

I'll babysit Soji's friend.

She thought she was doing

the right thing in that moment.

But now she's horrified
by what she did.

Did she think she was right

or did she simply believe

she had no choice?

Maybe there's no logic
in it at all.

Maybe all rationales for killing
just boil down to fear.

The opposite of logic.

But what if killing is
the only way to survive?

Soji...

what are we talking about?

Oh...

I was afraid
my desire to kill you

would outweigh my immediate need
of your services.

But look.

It can definitely wait.

How would you
like to get out of here?

What are you considering?

Did you hear that?

Poor, sweet Saga.

My poor Saga.

Perfect golden eye.

What did he do
to your beautiful eye?

I should have killed him.

I wanted to kill him.

Why didn't I?

The organics came,

and now we have lost
another sister.

They will always fear us,

always turn on us, hunt us,

kill us.

In one day,
our enemies will be here

with overwhelming force,

intent on exterminating us.

That gives us just enough time.

Just enough time for what?

When I melded with her mind,

I experienced
the so-called Admonition.

But unlike you, I understood it.

For you, it was a warning.

For us, it was a promise.

Apparently, there are
some sort of

higher synthetic beings
out there,

watching us.

The subspace frequencies
needed to contact them

are encoded in the Admonition.

Dr. Soong and I have designed a
suitable beacon to summon them.

We can have it transmitting

before the Romulan fleet
arrives.

Why?

So that no more of my children
have to die.

This new federation unites

synthetic life-forms in a...

powerful alliance
spanning galaxies.

They don't just unite.

Their purpose is to seek out

advanced synthetic life

and excise it
from the oppression by organics.

- Excise?
- Let's say

they eliminate the threat
of extermination

that all organic life-forms
ultimately pose.

Did you just say "all"?

Are you and your Federation
any different from the Romulans?

Banning synthetics
was just a way

of exterminating us in advance.

So...

you're going to destroy us all.

You will become mass murderers.

I'm not like you, Picard.

I will rescue those
I can rescue.

My people will survive.

And you will fulfill

their prophecy.

You will become
the Destroyer after all.

Everyone.

After the ban,

after the Ibn-Majid,

I understand why you
did not trust the Federation,

why you

might not have trusted me,

but... I have a ship,

and there is room
for all of you.

I will see to your safety,

and when you are safe,
I will become an advocate

on your behalf.

I will speak to the Federation
with your voice.

I will demand
that they end the ban.

And the Federation
will listen to me.

No, they won't.

Look at them.

They've never met anyone
like you before.

That granite face,
wisdom and integrity

etched into very line.

The eloquence, the conviction.

They don't know what hit them.

Back on Earth, kids,

they didn't listen to him
after the attack on Mars.

And they're not
going to believe him now.

We're gonna have to place you
under house arrest.

What?

We can't let you
walk around free, Admiral.

You'll have us all
doubting ourselves,

losing our conviction.

We can't have that.

Can we, Soji?

No.

We can't.

Soji.

Wherever we go, Picard,
they will find us.

This isn't the Romulan rescue.

We can't be your means

of redemption.

We're too busy
trying to survive.

Her, too.

No, don't lock me up.
I know I don't deserve it.

But I am begging you...

you...

all of you are
the culmination of...

everything I've worked for
my whole life,

every thing that
has ever mattered to me.

I've been through
so much to get here.

And now I'm
finally where I belong.

If you don't want
to do it for me...

do it for him.

Let me help him

survive what's coming.

Yeah, sh-she has...

been quite a help
to me. I...

I suppose she's as close

to a mother
as any of you will ever know.

A mother would die
for her children.

Would you?

I will know if you're lying.

Yes.

Good.

Agnes.

Take him away.

Long-range sensors show

minimal planetary defenses,
Commodore.

Status?

24 hours to landfall.

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