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Previously on "Star Trek: Picard"...

BENAYOUN: 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".

JURATI: Maddox's theory

was Data's entire code,
even his memories,

could be reconstituted from
a single positronic neuron.

You are something lovingly
and deliberately created.

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

RAMDHA: Which sister

are you?

LARIS: The heart of
the Zhat Vash mission

was hate and fear

and pure loathing for any form

of synthetic life.

I know who you are!

You are the Destroyer!

PICARD: Thank you, Will,

for not trying to talk
me out of all this.

Believe me, I know better.

RAFFI: 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.

RIOS: 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.

[SAGA SCREAMS]

PICARD: Starfleet Command,

I have a first contact situation.

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.

SUTRA: My mind to your mind.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

Fascinating.

ALTAN: There is some sort of
higher synthetic beings out there.

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

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

for her children.

- Would you?
- Yes.

SUTRA: 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.

[ELECTRONIC WARBLING]

Would the xBs be better off dead?

Everyone hates them. They have no home.

They don't belong anywhere.

SEVEN OF NINE: 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 to
my head and get it over with?

Because... I'd miss you.

[GRUNTS SOFTLY]

[PANTING]

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.

[BEEPING]

SOJI: 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 you
into 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.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

NARISSA: 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 bring
the 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.

[DEVICE TRILLING]

RIOS: Honestly, I'm
a little afraid of it.

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

- eat my soul.
- RAFFI: Well, luckily,

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

[CHUCKLES]

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 reactor is 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?
- [CHUCKLES]

Visualize that it's no longer fused.

You know, see the hole patching itself.

[EXHALES]

[CHIMING]

Whoa.

Ay, caramba.

Uh, what's happening?

Nothing that makes any sense.

- [CHUCKLES]
- [SIGHS]

- Say it.
- Say what?

Mm, those three beautiful words.

- You were right.
- Mm, just one more time.

Piss off.

[CLATTERING]

I know that sound.

ALTAN: 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... [EXHALES]

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

But I suppose

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

[DOOR WHOOSHES SHUT]

[QUIETLY] It's okay. It'll be okay.

You can do this. You have to do this.

I'm not their mother, asshole.

RIOS: Someone's
throwing rocks at my ship.

The abusive Romulan boyfriend.

Comms.

RIOS: 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.

NAREK: 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.

- [LAUGHS SOFTLY]
- 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 here to say.

Altan, I...

What are you doing?

I'm transferring Saga's
memories into a V-module.

As a memento for Arcana.

But the damage to her optical processors

corrupted the 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... [CHUCKLES]

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

Keep an eye on the transcoding rate.

Got it.

♪ ♪

[SQUELCHING]

[WHISPERS] Sorry.

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

His sister murdered Hugh.

Good thing she didn't come along, then.

I don't like you.

No?

How do you feel about Ganmadan?

Because if we waste any more time

fighting each other, we will all die,

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

Whoa, hold on. [CHUCKLES]

What is Ganmadan?

What is the story?

It's just that.

A story.

A story of the end.

Of...?

Everything.

Like Ragnarök or Judgment Day.

An ancient myth.

Some say it dates back

from long before our ancestors
first arrived on Vulcan.

The story of Ganmadan
begins with two sisters.

Twin khalagu.

Demons.

Twin demons who come at the end of time

to open the way and
unleash the ch'khalagu.

- Very bad demons.
- One sister

is called Seb Natan, the Foreteller.

She plays a drum made
from the skin of children.

She strikes it with a chain of skulls,

so hard and so long

that her heart bursts from the effort.

Mm.

- The other sister is called Seb Cheneb.
- Seb Cheneb?

Yeah, see, w-we know about her.

So you know that she carries a horn

from a great pale hellbeast
called Ganmadan.

You know when she
blows 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 brats on 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.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

NEDAR: At last,

our great work is nearly at an end.

NAREK: Molecular solvent grenades.

Short fuse.

Push button, throw.

Intended for those orchids.

Now the transmitter is
our target of opportunity.

Okay, h-hold on, hold on. [CHUCKLES]

How exactly are we planning
on getting ourselves

back into Synthville?

We walk in the front door.

[GRUNTING]

Oh! Hey. Hi. [CHUCKLES]

RIOS: 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 found
sneaking around last night.

Thought you might want him back.

RAFFI: 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.

CODEX: Bags.

Oh. Certainly.

You bet.

And with the transporter block
the synths have in place,

we can't beam anything in or out.

So, we'll need a way to conceal it.

Do you play?

- Oh, I love the game.
- RAFFI: Ha.

All right, let's go.

Thanks.

[BEEPING]

[WHISPERS] Picard?

Admiral Picard. Hello?

- Are you...
- Still here.

Okay.

They're about to power up the beacon.

We have to hurry.

What is this?

I'm busting you out.

I honestly thought I was
the worst secret agent ever,

but I'm starting to
believe I may have a gift.

Uh... Where are we going?

Back to La Sirena.

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

COMPUTER VOICE:
Synthetic matrix complete.

- Ready to receive neural engrams.
- [ELECTRONIC CHIRPING]

NAREK: The tower's almost active.

We need to get a clear line of sight

on the superluminal tuner at the base.

RAFFI: How are we gonna get
up there without being seen?

An excellent question.

JURATI: 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 way
to stall them somehow.

And, of course, hope that
the 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.

[WHIRRING]

All right.

Make it so.

SUTRA: 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.

[EXHALES] And then we'll be free.

Watch them.

I wanted to return this to you.

You reasoned correctly

that your fellow synthetics
needed persuading.

An emotional jolt to drive
them to 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
Romulan kill your sister?

I thought I taught you better than this.

Turns out...

you're no better than we are.

[WHISTLES]

Ah, come on.

Move, mija, move.

JURATI: 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.

[GRUNTING] Soji!

Please! You don't have to do this!

Soji! Please!

You're making a mistake!

[BEEPING RAPIDLY]

[BEEPING ACCELERATING]

Soji!

[GRUNTING]

COMPUTER VOICE: 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't a disgusting half-meat.

[GRUNTING]

Incoming warp signatures.

Wouldn't happen to
be Starfleet, would it?

ROMULAN OFFICER: General,
they appear to be concentrated

in one settlement.

Sterilize the entire planet.

[ALARM BLARING]

Here come the orchids.

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

[GRUNTING]

Sad Queen Annika.

Six years old,

and all she got for her
birthday was assimilated.

[GRUNTS]

[BEEPING]

[BEEPING CONTINUES]

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.
- [SCREAMING]

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 Enterprise was
in two places at once.

It was the Stargazer,

and it was a long time ago.

It would be useless against
so many enemy vessels.

We'd have to multiply the sensor images

and then find some way to disperse them.

Like an ancient warplane
scattering bits of mirror

to overwhelm a 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.

[ECHOING] Interface.

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.

[ALERT WHOOPING]

OFFICER: Orbital defenses
neutralized, General.

All ships, target the
abomination's nest.

Ready? And they'll all
have warp signatures?

On my mark.

What is that?

OFFICER: 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.

[METAL CREAKING]

No!

[HIGH-PITCHED RINGING]

[HEART BEATING]

[PANTING]

[ECHOING] Picard, are you all right?

[BEEPING]

Oh, no.

They have activated the beacon.

Resume sterilization targeting pattern.

On my command.

They're here.

Admiral, you did it.

OFFICER: General,

their flagship is 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 request to
open diplomatic negotiations

and protection for the
inhabitants of Ghulion IV.

RIKER: 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 kick your
treacherous Tal Shiar ass.

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

to stand down.

OFFICER: General. Your orders?

Retarget weapons systems.

Prepare to fight.

Weapons hot, deflectors to full.

[FAINT TRILLING]

Picard?

[GRUNTING]

[TRILLING STOPS]

I know.

[PANTING]

[MUTTERS]

I have to speak

with Soji

on an open channel.

You're in no shape.

Get me some polisinephrine.

- 20 cc.
- No.

- I-I...
- It will only

hasten the inevitable.

Do it.

[SIGHS]

[EXHALES]

[PANTS SOFTLY]

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
phasers on 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.

♪ ♪

OFFICER: 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 heard you sent an SOS,

I asked for temporary reassignment.

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?

- [CHUCKLES]
- 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.

[GRUNTS SOFTLY]

JURATI [ECHOES]: Picard.

[EXHALES]

[GRUNTING, GROANING]

Doctor...

Picard!

Picard.

DATA: Would you like
to finish it, Captain?

No.

PICARD: 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.
- PICARD: Ah, it's all right.

It's all right.

- No.
- What did you just do?

I gave you a choice.

Not being the Destroyer was up to you.

It always was.

Elnor.

Raffi.

Yes, JL? I'm right here.

You were quite right.

A-About what, JL?

JL...

[RAFFI SOBS]

♪ ♪

[SNIFFLES]

You heard?

Just now.

Yeah. That's what
passes for alcohol here.

I really don't recommend it.

[GRUNTS]

I said I would never do it again

and then I fucking did it again.

Same.

Never again do what?

[LAUGHS] Oh...

Mm.

So many things.

But in this instance,

never again kill somebody just
because it's what they deserve.

Just because it feels wrong
for them to still be alive.

You?

[SNIFFLES]

Never again let another self-righteous,

hard-assed old starship
captain into my heart.

[CHUCKLES]

Never again have to stand
there and watch him die.

Is there anything you could
have done to prevent it?

No. I guess there wasn't.

Hmm. Then I win.

♪ ♪

[SOBBING]

It's okay. It's okay.

Let it all out.

You cry.

I got you.

[BOTH CRYING]

♪ ♪

[SIGHS] Another damn dream.

DATA: 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 you all the time.

Interesting.

Are you wearing the clothes
you had on when you died?

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's sand 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 B-4, 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 conceived and 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 thing you ever did.

I always wished that I could have said

I was sorry that it 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.

PICARD: Did you say all
this was a simulation?

DATA: Yes, sir. An
extremely sophisticated one.

My memory engrams were extracted

from a single neuron
salvaged 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
things that 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?

[STAMMERS]

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

I thought this was a 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.

[ECHOING] Goodbye, Captain.

[BREATHING DEEPLY]

JURATI: 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 abnormality
is gone for good.

Extraordinary.

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

Oh, relax, man.

Everyone was paying attention.

We took care of you.

[QUIETLY] Ah.

We designed a 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?

[SIGHS]

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.

["BLUE SKIES" PLAYING]

♪ Blue skies ♪

♪ Smiling at me... ♪

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.

♪ Nothing but bluebirds ♪

♪ All day long ♪

We are such stuff

as dreams are made on.

♪ Shining so bright ♪

♪ Never saw things... ♪

And our little life...

is rounded...

with a sleep.

♪ Hurrying by ♪

♪ When you're in love ♪

♪ My, how they fly ♪

♪ Blue days ♪

♪ All of them ♪

♪ Gone ♪

♪ Nothing but blue skies ♪

♪ From now on ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Blue skies ♪

♪ Smiling at me ♪

♪ Nothing ♪

♪ But blue skies ♪

- ♪ Do I ♪
- It's time.

♪ See. ♪

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 more
cut out for wandering.

And now that they've lifted
the ban on synthetics,

I'm free to travel.

Hmm.

Me, too.

[CONSOLE POWERING UP]

Ready, Admiral?

Engage.

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