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STAR TREK: Picard...

For a relic,
you're in excellent shape.

Just that little abnormality
in the parietal lobe.

Index.
Identify this painting.

This painting
is called Daughter.

Maddox's theory

was Data's entire code,
even his memories,

could be reconstitutedfrom
a single positronic neuron.

You are something lovingly
and deliberately created.

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

Which sister are you?

The heart of
the Zhat Vash mission

was hate and fear

and pure loathingfor any form

of synthetic life.

I know who you are!

You are the Destroyer!

Thank you, Will,

for not trying
to talk me out of all this.

Believe me,
I know better.

The Romulans send in a mole,

a half-Romulan Vulcan named Oh.

I will take care of Picard.

Nine years ago,
A Starfleet vessel

had first contact
with a pair of emissaries

from a strange new world.

The Zhat Vash
have been searching

for this world ever since.

Which they have now found
because of me.

Ghulion system.
Fourth planet.

I'm home.

Welcome, all of you.

Dr. Altan Inigo Soong.

I take it my face
looks familiar.

I'm just trying to understand

the logic of sacrifice.

I don't like the sound of that.

Starfleet Command,

I have a first contactsituation.

The Federation
will listen to me.

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

And they're not going to believe him now.

My mind to your mind.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

Fascinating.

There is some sort of
highersynthetic beings out there.

Dr. Soong and I have designed
asuitable beacon to summon them.

To them, we're monsters.
A mother would die

for her children.

Would you?
Yes.

Their purpose is to seek out

advanced synthetic life

and excise it from
the oppression by organics.

You will become the Destroyer
after all.

Take him away.

Would the xBs be
better off dead?

Everyone hates them.
They have no home.

They don't belong anywhere.

Am I better off dead?

I'm an xB.
I have no home.

I don't belong anywhere.

Why don't I just put a phaser
tomy head and get it over with?

Because... I'd miss you.

Well.

Have you found them?

Yes.
They're all here.

Have you fucked any of them?

Mm, not yet.

Killed any?
One.

Well, I call that progress.

Come see my hiding place.

Oceanfront.
Crashing waves.

You'll love it.

Lucky you.

I just wanted to see

if you were okay.

I will be when I'm set free.

Picard, try to see this
from our point of view.

You choose if we live.
You choose if we die.

You choose.

We have no choice.

You organics have
never given us one.

To say you have no choice

is a failure of imagination.

Please,

don't let the Romulans turn
youinto the monsters they fear.

Stop them, Soji.
Stop building that beacon.

Shut it down now.

The beings you are attempting
to summon may well be

your salvation, but they
will be our annihilation.

You're telling me
you want to use those grenades

to destroy flowers?

Ship-killing flowers that fly.

No, not this time.

I made my way out of the nest,
I can make my way back in.

You have to stay here and
bringthe weapons systems on line.

Our parents died for this,
Narek.

Many more gave their lives.

I found her, Narissa.

Me. The family disgrace.

The Zhat Vash washout.

I found Seb Cheneb.

Well, go on, then.

I have my work to do.

Honestly,
I'm a little afraid of it.

Like, if I use it too much,
it's gonna...

- eat my soul.
- Well, luckily,

you don't have a soul, so...

But what does it do?
Like, how do I even...

Well, when Saga gave it to me,
she said,

"You have to use
your imagination."

Oh, she said that, did she?
Mm-hmm.

Well, I don't have
one of those, either.

Okay, well, Chris,
this is your ship.

You know what's wrong with it.

It's not too complicated.

Now, the intermix reactoris fused.

I need to unfuse it,
which is impossible.

I need to replace it,
but the maintenance replicator

is off-line because...
the intermix reactor

is fused.
Mm.

Well, just, you know,
give it a try.

Okay. Fine, I'll do it.
I got a lot of imagination.

To you, everything's a hammer.

No. I'll do it.

T-There's no kind
of trigger or-or switch.

Hmm. Well, maybe what-what
she meant was

you have to imagine the fix.

Have you been, um,

hitting the horgl again?

Visualize that it's
no longer fused.

You know, see the hole
patching itself.

Whoa.

Ay, caramba.

Uh, what's happening?

Nothing that makes any sense.

Say it.
Say what?

Mm, those three beautiful words.

You were right.
Mm, just one more time.

Piss off.

I know that sound.

All of Bruce's work

on the downloading
of consciousness

into a synthetic body
should be on that machine.

Let's hope so.
We don't have much time.

Mm-hmm.

You know...

This really is a remarkable
actof self-sacrifice on your part.

But I suppose

that's what mothers do,
isn't it?

It's okay. It'll be okay.

You can do this.
You have to do this.

I'm not their mother, asshole.

Someone's
throwing rocks at my ship.

The abusive Romulan boyfriend.

Comms.

Go ahead,
throw it.

I want to see what a photon
torpedo can do at this range.

I have 12 wide-dispersion

molecular solvent
grenade canisters.

I'm throwing rocks.

What do you want?

And don't think we won't
kick your ass, dirtbag,

because we will.
Raff.

What are you doing here, snakehead?

Trying to save the universe.

We can keep fighting,
or we can work together.

Stop what's coming for us.

It's your call.

JL. JL, come in.

Damn it.

They are building
some kind of transmitter.

They are signaling something

to come here.
To do what?

We believe synthetics
are fated to destroy

all organic life.

We call it Ganmadan.

The place is on lockdown.

Whatever that transmitter is,

they don't want anyone
interfering with it.

The thing about Picard is...

Yeah. Interfering
is definitely his thing.

Try him again.

JL, come in.

Admiral Jean-Luc Picard, retired.

Damn it.
I told you.

They won't respond.

The synthetics have
jammed all comms.

Feldor stam torret.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I do. I very much

choose to live.
Hold up, kid.

We disarmed him, searched him.

We may very well
have a common enemy

coming for us.
You're gonna want to hear

what he came hereto say.

Altan, I... What are you doing?

I'm transferring Saga's
memoriesinto a V-module.

As a memento for Arcana.

But the damageto her optical processors

corruptedthe data stream and...

Do you need something?

Yes, I've been, um,

I've been working on the
neural lace for your golem,

but some of the files
are encrypted.

And Bruce always said that your
crypto kung fu was the best.

Well...

Uh, okay, I'll, uh,
see if I can get into those files.

Keep an eyeon the transcoding rate.

Got it.

Sorry.

I still don't understand
why we're trusting him.

His sister murdered Hugh.

Good thing she didn'tcome along, then.

I don't like you.

No?

How do you feel about Ganmadan?

Because if we wasteany more time

fighting each other,
we will all die,

and then whether or not you
like me will matter even less.

Whoa, hold on.

What is Ganmadan?

What is the story?

It's just that.

A story.

A story of the end.

Of...?

Everything.

Like Ragnarok or Judgment Day.

An ancient myth.

Some say it dates back

from long before our
ancestorsfirst arrived on Vulcan.

The story of Ganmadan
beginswith two sisters.

Twin khalagu.

Demons.

Twin demons who comeat the end of time

to open the wayand unleash the ch'khalagu.

Very bad demons.
One sister

is called Seb Natan,
the Foreteller.

She plays a drum
madefrom the skin of children.

She strikes itwith a chain of skulls,

so hard and so long

that her heart burstsfrom the effort.

Mm.

The other sisteris called Seb Cheneb.
Seb Cheneb?

Yeah, see,
w-we know about her.

So you know thatshe carries a horn

from a great pale hellbeastcalled Ganmadan.

You know when sheblows a blast on the horn,

it will unleash
all the ch'khalagu

who have been waiting since
the beginning of time.

You know the sky will crack,

and through the crack in the sky

the ch'khalagu
will come ravening.

You know about the
Thousand Days of Pain.

You know the streets
will be slick

with entrails
of half-devoured corpses.

You know the worlds will burn,

and the ch'khalagu will feast,

and nurse their bratson blood,

and pick their teeth with bones.

No, we did not know any of that.

But, I mean,
do you really...

you really believe
this is a-a prophecy?

No.

I believe it's history.

And the fascinating thing
about history is...

it always repeats itself.

At last,

our great work
is nearly at an end.

Molecular solvent grenades.

Short fuse.

Push button, throw.

Intended for those orchids.

Now the transmitteris
our target of opportunity.

Okay, h-hold on, hold on.

How exactly are we planning
on getting ourselves

back into Synthville?

We walk in the front door.

Oh! Hey. Hi.

And how are we gonna do that?

By bringing them
the Romulan secret agent

that killed their beloved Saga.

I still don't like you.

Check it out, you guys.

Look who we foundsneaking
around last night.

Thought you might want him back.

So,
how are we gonna blow the transmitter?

A single, concentrated blast.

Remote detonation.

Sounds like we need
a delivery system.

A drone.

Your weapons?
Oh, of course.

The molecular solvent.
It's stable?

Until it's detonated.

Except in metal, so the
container needs to be, uh,

carbon fiber, ceramic.

Bags.

Oh. Certainly.

You bet.

And with the transporter
blockthe synths have in place,

we can't beam anythingin or out.

So, we'll needa way to conceal it.

Do you play?

- Oh, I love the game.
- Ha.

All right, let's go.

Thanks.

Picard?

Admiral Picard.
Hello?

Are you... Still here.

Okay.

They're aboutto power up the beacon.

We have to hurry.

What is this?

I'm busting you out.

I honestly thought I wasthe
worst secret agent ever,

but I'm starting to believel may
have a gift. No... Where are we going?

Back to La Sirena.

Come on, we've got to
movewhile they're still distracted.

Synthetic matrix complete.

Ready to receive neural engrams.

The tower's almost active.

We need to get
a clear line of sight

on the superluminal tuner
at the base.

How are we gonna
get up there without being seen?

An excellent question.

I guess they
went looking for us?

We'll worry about that later.

Status report on the Romulans.

Uh... Come on, Doctor.

Uh, the attack wing is
seven minutes from planetfall.

Any sign of Starfleet?

No, but even if your
message got through,

they'd still be
behind the Romulans.

We've got to find a
wayto stall them somehow.

And, of course,
hope thatthe Federation arrives.

Yeah?
And then?

I mean, say we do find a way
to hold off the Romulans.

We save Soji.

Now she and the golden children
are free to call up

the uber-synths,
and then vapor and ash.

A galactic-level biocidal event.

Well, clearly,
we've got to stop them, too!

They've left us behind, Picard.

They're generations beyond us.

In one sense, yes.

But in another, as you said,
they are children.

And until now,
the only teachers

that they've had
are a couple of hermits.

And the fear of extermination.

But fear is
an incompetent teacher.

Yes.
They have life.

But no one is teaching them
what it's for.

To be alive is a responsibility.

As well as a right.
How are they

supposed to learn
that lesson in...

six minutes and 11 seconds?

The way that children
learn most things.

By example.

Now...

let's see how closely
I was watching Rios.

All right.

Make it so.

Brothers and sisters,

as soon as the beacon is
at full capacity,

we will begin transmitting.
And once the signal is received,

a portal will open

and our liberators will be here

nearly instantaneously.

And then we'll be free.

Watch them.

I wanted to return this to you.

You reasoned correctly

that your fellow
syntheticsneeded persuading.

An emotional jolt to
drive themto the decision

you wanted them to make.

To build the beacon.

I'm glad you see the
reason behind my actions.

I do.

But reason isn't everything.

How could you help that
Romulankill your sister?

I thought I taught you
better than this.

Turns out... you're
no better than we are.

Ah, come on.

Move, mija, move.

So, how do we hold off

218 Warbirds till Starfleet
gets here?

If they get here.

Are you not answering
to build suspense, or...?

At the present moment,
Dr. Jurati,

I am trying to pilot a starship

for the first time
in a very long time,

without exploding or crashing!

If that is all right with you.

No, totally, good call.

One impossible thing at a time.

Soji!

Please!
You don't have to do this!

Soji! Please!

You're making a mistake!

Soji!

Launch detected.

Attempting to acquire
weapons lock.

Drop your weapon.

Over the edge.

Step away from the console.

I'm unarmed.
Oh.

I seriously doubt that.

You know, you're rather pretty.

Or would be.

If you weren'ta disgusting half-meat.

Incoming warp signatures.

Wouldn't happen
to be Starfleet, would it?

General, they
appear to beconcentrated in one settlement.

Sterilize the entire planet.

Here come the orchids.

Let's see how much time
they can buy us.

Sad Queen Annika.

Six years old,

and all she got for her
birthdaywas assimilated.

Why didn't you just
put a phaser to your head

and get it over with?

Because I still had this
to live for.

This...

is for Hugh.

Now might be a good time
to reveal the secret plan.

Once these orchids have had it,

there will still be
200 Romulan warships

and only one of us.

If you figure out a way
to get us out of this one,

they'll name it after you.

Picard Maneuver.

Wait, no, t... No, that's
actually a thing, isn't it?

You made it look

like the Enterprisewas
in two places at once.

It was the Stargazer,

and it was a long time ago.

It would be uselessagainst
so many enemy vessels.

We'd have to multiply
the sensor images

and then find some wayto disperse them.

Like an ancient warplane
scattering bits of mirror

to overwhelma radar system.

Yeah, how the hell
will we do that?

If only we had some kind

of wacky fundamental
field replicator

with a neurocotamic interface.

Look at my face.

Picard, what are you doing?

Soji, I want you to reconsider

your present course of action
and power down the beacon.

You know that's not
going to happen.

I... have something

I want to give you
and your people.

And... I hope it will
change your mind.

And what's that?

My life.

Picard out.

Orbital defenses neutralized,
General.

All ships, target
the abomination's nest.

Ready?
And they'll all havewarp signatures?

On my mark.

What is that?

Unknown vessel.

Scanning now.

Ignore it.

Ready planetary sterilization
pattern number five.

Agnes, now.

Now, now!

General, there are
hundreds of them.

Reposition disruptors.
Engage them.

No!

Picard, are you all right?

Oh, no.

They have activated the beacon.

Resume sterilization
targeting pattern.

On my command.

They're here.

Admiral, you did it.

General,

their flagshipis hailing us.

Acting Captain Will Riker

in command of the USS Zheng He.
And?

And it is my duty to inform you

that the United Federation
of Planets has designated.

Planet Ghulion IV
in the Vayt Sector.

As under the protection
of Starfleet.

According to the terms
of the Treaty of Algeron.

Too late.
Our claim to this world takes precedence.

Move aside. Afraid not.

I have a priority requestto
open diplomatic negotiations

and protection for
the inhabitants of Ghulion IV.

General or Commodore

or whatever
you're calling yourself,

right now I'm on the bridge
of the toughest, fastest,

most powerful ship Starfleet
has ever put into service.

And I've got a fleet
of them at my back.

We've got our phasers locked
on your warp course.

And nothing would make me
happier than you giving me

an excuse to kickyour
treacherous Tal Shiar ass.

But instead,
I'm going to ask you one time

to stand down.

General.
Your orders?

Retarget weapons systems.

Prepare to fight.

Weapons hot,
deflectors to full.

Picard?

I know.

I have to speak with Soji

on an open channel.

You're in no shape.

Get me some polisinephrine.

20cc.
No.

I-I... It will only
hasten the inevitable.

Do it.

Open the channel.

Now.

Picard... Soji. Please,

power down the beacon.

Show them how profoundly wrong
they are about you.

You're not the enemy.
You're not the Destroyer.

If that doesn't convince them,

then they will have to answer
to the Federation.

The same Federation
that banned us

and threw us on the scrap heap?

If we wanted
to destroy you, Soji,

we would've joined forces
with the Romulans.

We would be training our
phaserson you right now.

We aren't.
We won't.

You know why?

Because we trust you
to make the right choice.

I trust you, Soji.
I know you.

I believe in you.

That's why I saved your lives,

so that you could save ours
in return.

That's the whole point.

That's why we're here.

To save each other.

They destroyed the beacon.

What are your orders?

Captain, it looks like the
Romulans are standing down.

Excellent decision.
Stand down from red alert.

Now prepare to be escorted
out of Federation space.

That won't be necessary.

Really, it's no trouble at all.

Will.

How the...
When I heardyou sent an SOS,

I asked for temporaryreassignment.

Just because I didn't try
to talk you out of it

didn't mean I was gonna
let you go it alone.

I'm supposed to sit around
in the woods making pizza

while you have all the fun?

Admiral Picard...

I leave this situation
in your capable hands.

Thank you, Will,
for always having my back.

I learned from the best.

I've got it from here.

I'll see you around, my friend.
Riker out.

Adieu.

Picard.

Doctor... Picard!

Picard.

Would you like to finish it,
Captain?

No.

I don't want the game to end.

Picard!

Goddamn it!

It's all right.

Wait, what-what's happening?
W-What's wrong with him?

His brain abnormality.
He's failing.

Uh, can't you get him
to the med lab

or a sick bay
on one of your ships?

There's no point,
is there, Doctor?

No.

I'm dropping
the transporter block.

I'll beam you guys right here.

- No.
- Ah, it's all right.

It's all right.

No. What did you just do?

I gave you a choice.

Not being the Destroyerwas up to you.

It always was.

Elnor.

Raffi.

Yes, JL?
I'm right here.

You were quite right.

A-About what, JL?

You heard?

Just now.

Yeah.
That's what passesfor alcohol here.

I really don't recommend it.

I said I would never do it again

and then I fucking did it again.

Same.

Never again do what?

Oh... Mm.

So many things.

But in this instance,

never again kill somebody
justbecause it's what they deserve.

Just because it feels
wrongfor them to still be alive.

You?

Never again let another
self-righteous,

hard-assed old starship
captain into my heart.

Never again have to stand
there and watch him die.

Is there anything you could
havedone to prevent it?

No. I guess there wasn't.

Hmm. Then I win.

It's okay.
It's okay.

Let it all out.

You cry.

I got you.

Another damn dream.

No, Captain.

It is a massively complex
quantum simulation.

I would imagine, however,

from your point of view,

hearing me say so
would not be out of place

in a dream you might have
about me.

If you ever have
dreams about me.

I dream about youall the time.

Interesting.

Are you wearing the clothes
you had on when youdied?

Data... am I dead?

Yes, Captain.

Do you remember dying?

I think I do.

Something in my head

seemed to just go away.

Like a child'ssand castle collapsing.

Hmm.

I'm aware that I
was killed in 2379,

but I have no memory
of my death.

My consciousness exists

in a massively complex
quantum reconstruction,

made from a copy
of the memories I downloaded

into B4, just before I died.

You don't remember your death?
I can't forget it.

Apparently,
I ended my existence

in the hope of prolonging yours.

That's right.
Before I had even grasped

the nature of our predicament,

you had conceivedand executed it.

I was furious.

My apologies, Captain.

But I am not certain
I could have done otherwise.

True.
That might have been.

The most Data thingyou ever did.

I always wishedthat I could have said

I was sorry thatit was you and not me.

Captain, do you
regret sacrificing

your life for Soji
and her people?

Not for an instant.

Then why would you
imagine I regret

sacrificing mine for yours?

Ah.

Did you say
all this was a simulation?

Yes, sir.
An extremely sophisticated one.

My memoryengrams were extracted

from a single neuronsalvaged
by Bruce Maddox,

and then my consciousness was
reconstructed by my brother,

Dr. Altan Soong.

I don't much care for him.

Mm.
The Soongs can be...

I believe the phrase is
"an acquired taste."

Mm-hmm.
Well, whatever this is,

it's wonderful to see you, Data.

To see your strange,
beautiful face.

Among the many, many thingsthat I regretted

after your death

was that I never told you...

That you loved me.

Knowing that you loved me

forms a small but
statistically significant

part of my memories.

I hope that brings you
some comfort, sir.

It does.

Thank you, Data.

Which is why I would like to
ask you to do me a favor.

Of course.
Anything.

When you leave...

Leave?

I'm sorry, I-I don't understand.

I thought this wasa simulation.

Yes, sir.

But you are not.

Before your brain
functions ceased,

Doctors Soong and Jurati,
with help from Soji,

were able to scan,
map and transfer

a complete neural image
of your brain substrates.

Do I have to go?

Yes, Captain.

Uh, you wanted me
to do you a favor.

Yes, sir.

When you leave, I would be
profoundly grateful

if you terminated
my consciousness.

You want to die?

Not exactly, sir.

I want to live,
however briefly,

knowing that my life is finite.

Mortality gives meaning

to human life, Captain.

Peace, love, friendship.

These are precious.

Because we know
they cannot endure.

A butterfly
that lives forever...

is really not
a butterfly at all.

Very well.

I will do what you ask.

Thank you, sir.

Goodbye, Commander.

Goodbye, Captain.

Hi, mister.

Am I real?

Of course you are.

Ah.

Tell me about this body.

This, uh... golem.

Well, it has no augmentations,

no, you know, superpowers.

I knew you wouldn't want
to have to adjust

to something new,

not after 94 years
in the same body

with the same face.
Ah.

I see.

Everything is new, though.

Everything works.

And the brain abnormalityis gone for good.

Extraordinary.

Y-You... you haven't
made me immortal?

Oh, relax, man.

Everyone was paying attention.

We took care of you.

Ah.

We designeda cellular homeostasis

algorithm that should
give you more or less

the same number of years
you would have expected

without the brain condition.

Ah.

I wouldn't have
minded another ten.

Twenty?

Well, Dr. Soong,
I must thank you.

My gain is your loss.

But now we both
have something to lose.

I have a promise to keep.

It says a great deal

about the mind of Commander Data

that...
looking at the human race,

with all its violence
and corruption

and willful ignorance,

he could still see kindness,

immense curiosity,
and greatness of spirit.

And he wanted more
than anything else

to be part of that.

To be a part of...

the human family.

We are such stuff as
dreams are made on.

And our little life...

is rounded...

with a sleep.

Soji, you have endured so much

and traveled so far
to find your way home.

Now you leave it all behind.

I think I'm just morecut out for wandering.

And now that they've
liftedthe ban on synthetics,

I'm free to travel.

Hmm.

Me, too.

Ready, Admiral?

Engage.

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