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Previously onStar Trek: Picard...

A group of rogue synthetics

dropped the planetary defense shields,

completely destroying the Utopia Planitia shipyard.

Tell us, Admiral. Why did you

really quit Starfleet?

Because it was no longer Starfleet!

We're done here.

What's happening?Baby, please,

find Picard.

He can help you.

What do you want here?

I was with my boyfriend.

[metallic trilling]

They murdered him. [grunts]

No! No! No!

Something inside of me just knew what to do--

PICARD: I had a dear friend.

Commander Data.

He painted you,

exactly as you are here and now.

That's impossible.

He named the painting Daughter.

Stay down!

PICARD: She came here

to find safety.

[screaming]

No!

I owe it to her

to find out

who killed her and why.

JURATI: The androids that destroyed Mars came from this lab.

No one has ever been able to redevelop the science used

to create Data. Then came Bruce. Maddox.

His theory was that Data's entire code, even his memories,

could be reconstituted from a single positronic neuron.

Then Data, or some part of him,

would be alive.There'd be no way of knowing

without examining... Dahj.

Data's daughter.

They're created in pairs.

NAREK: Dr. Asha?

Narek.

Soji.

PICARD: Twins? Twins.

So there's another one.

♪

COMPUTER VOICE: Attention, all personnel.

Happy First Contact Day.

Celebrations will be held in designated recreational areas

during regularly scheduled alpha and beta shift breaks.

COMPUTER VOICE: All directors, please submit final duty logs

prior to shift change.[lock buzzes]

COMPUTER VOICE: Sector 3 maintenance regulators

will report to mandatory security training...

Good morning, plastic people.

SYNTHS: Good morning, Mr. Pincus.

Let's go to work.

COMPUTER VOICE: All A500 maintenance issues

should be reported to Synthetic Personnel supervisors

prior to initiating manual shutdown proceedings.

♪

Every other tri-hy station in the yard gets off

First Contact Day.

Not us.

What'd we do wrong?

To have a skeleton crew,

you have to have skeletons.

WOMAN: I bet my kids are having cake on Earth.

Yo, F8, you get into

any trouble last night?

Hell yeah.

Oh, yeah? Doing what?

Nothing.

Hell yeah.

Hell yeah.

MAN: Hey, F8, I got one for you.

What's brown and sticky?

Teratogenic coolant.

Isonucleic residue.

Boson-enriched nanopolymer.

A stick.

You get it?

No.

[door whooshes open]

[door whooshes shut]

Dude creeps me out.WOMAN 2: Hey,

he can hear you.

And?

You can't offend them.

They're not people.

WOMAN 2: And they can rip through solid titanium

without breaking a sweat.

WOMAN: What are you, his sister?

Ugh, who raised you?

COMPUTER VOICE: Report to primary reactor control sector.

♪

...Sector 3. Hazard protocol

in effect until further notice.

[dings]

I wish they'd go back to using uno-amino matrices

in the replicators.[chuckles] No kidding.

WOMAN 2: Space pineapples again.

I know what's brown and sticky. [chuckles]

This food is brown and sticky.

MAN: Is this a joke?

MAN 2: Hey, that dude is lucky.

Now, here is some brown, sticky shit.

[laughter]WOMAN 2: Amen.

Did you replicate flies with that, too?

[laughter]

[trilling]

What are you doing?

COMPUTER VOICE: Security alert.[alarm wailing]

Multiple synthetic labor units

have been compromised.Hey.

Get away from there.

Deflector shields down[cracking]

in all sectors of Utopia Planitia.

Repeat, security alert.Shit.

Multiple synthetic...

Central, this is tri-hy station A19.

Synth unit F8 has been compromised.

We have a man down.

Repeat, we have a man down.

GUARD: Stand down!

Grid failure detected.

Move immediately to designated safe zones.

Security grid failure in progress.

Containments have failed.

Evacuate immediately.

Orbital defense system compromised.

Emergency evacuation protocol in effect...

Cascade failure in progress.

♪

♪

♪

♪

[birds chirping]

FEMALE VOICE: Surface scans negative.

[scoffs]No matter or trace elements consistent

with Dahj Asha are present.

They erased her.

And then they erased themselves.

Well, it's certainly Tal Shiar's operational style, but...

LARIS: On Earth?

Not even the Tal Shiar would have that audacity.

Then who?

It has to be.

Zhat Vash.

And here we go.

What is Zhat Vash?

A Tal Shiar myth.

It's a kind of boogeyman they use to frighten new recruits.

And children.

Please explain.

LARIS: Here in the Federation,

you refer to the Tal Shiar as the Romulan secret police.

Mm-hmm.But it's a bit redundant.

You could put the word "secret" in front

of almost any aspect of Romulan culture.

I have heard-- and I have reason to believe--

that the Tal Shiar is merely a mask worn

by another, far older cabal.

That before the Tal Shiar,

there was the Zhat Vash.

ZHABAN: "Zhat vash" is a term sometimes used to refer to the dead,

the only reliable keepers of secrets.

Ominous. LARIS: No. Fitting.

Because that's the sole purpose of the Zhat Vash.

To keep a secret so profound and terrible

just learning it can break a person's mind.

Are you sure

she said that he was murdered here,

in her apartment?

She did.

All apparent evidence to the contrary.

Would it be foolish to ask

what is the dread secret that the Zhat Vash are keeping?

No one outside the Zhat Vash knows for sure.

But I've heard whispers.

Romulan methods of forensic

molecular reconstruction are illegal in the Federation.

Really?

I had no idea.Yeah.

They're also unreliable, and, uh,

the results are

dubious at best. Ah, yeah.

That's exactly what we wanted you to think.

When I was a new recruit,

one of my first handlers...My mother.

...got drunk on Romulan ale...

My father....and let slip

that at the heart of the Zhat Vash mission

was a deep, unassuageable loathing.

A loathing of whom?

Not whom.

What.

CALER: More wine?

Surprise me.

♪ Oh, I

♪ Oh, I...

Dahj, your replicator menus are tragic.

[beeping]

That's... extraordinary.

It's said they operate

without regard for treaty or jurisdiction--

and not just in Romulan worlds,

but in the Klingon Empire, the Gorn Hegemony,

even the Federation itself--

and that they have kept this secret

for thousands upon thousands of years.

Oh, the cheeky fuckers.

They've overwritten the particle residuum.

Overwritten it?

Yes. And in a very sophisticated way.

It's...

barely detectable.

It would read as instrument failure

if you didn't know better.

But it's not.

It's a flat-out wipe.

Can you recover it?

Uh...

Have you never noticed the complete absence

of any form of artificial life in Romulan culture?

We don't have androids or AIs.

We don't study cybernetics.

Our computers are limited to purely numerical functions.

They must have saturated this place in antileptons.

At no small risk to themselves, by the way.

This place hasn't just been cleaned, Admiral.

It's been scrubbed.

Is that to be expected of your Zhat Vash?

Well, they're not myZhat Vash,

and I thought you didn't believe in them.

I may be coming around.

So, then...

all this is about the Zhat Vash hatred of androids.

It's not simply hate.

It's hate and fear

and pure loathing

for any form of synthetic life.

Why?

That I can't tell you. I don't know.

But I am certain that is the silence

that seals the mouths of the Zhat Vash,

as surely and eternally as death.

The operatives who did this

wouldn't have wanted to leave the impression

that the place had been scrubbed.

We may find they've neglected something, some...

actual clue...

that lay tucked inside a false clue, as it were.

Something like this,

for example?

There's no record of any incoming

or outgoing calls.

The information's there,

but the indexes have been surgically deleted.

There's no way to sort the data.

Essentially, they've sterilized it,

so that it's... qualitatively agnostic.

There's no distinction.

Everything looks like everything else.

What we need

is a record of any contact that she may have had

with her sister.Mm, and no doubt it's in here, but it

will look the same as everything else.

N... No, it...

it will look like her.

Like Dahj.

Wh-What's her name? Um, Dr. Jurati.

She said that they would be identical twins, right?

Even closer than twins, perhaps.Okay. So what's

the first thing you do

when you bring a new digital assistant online?

Introduce myself.Exactly.

Computers like efficiency, so what a computer does

is build heuristics,

shortcuts to the tasks

it performs most often.You're saying

that if they were indistinguishable,

then the machine, at some point,

could have mistaken the sister for Dahj.Exactly.

And if it did, even for a few seconds

before it flagged the error, then the tags

might still be in here,

overlooked by even the most diligent of scrubbers.

[beeping]Got you.

Okay.

These were all outgoing.

And these...

were incoming.

It's her.

Ghosts in the machine.

Can you tell me where she is?

No.

But I can tell you where she isn't.

Nonlocal information packets are routed through subspace relays.

This routing leaves tiny

but unmistakable code marks.

Nonlocal?

I'm saying this transmission

came from off-world.

Are you certain?Wherever this girl

was calling her sister from,

it's nowhere on Earth.

NAREK: Beautiful?

No one's ever said that before about a Borg Cube.

SOJI: This isn't a Borg cube, Narek.

It's the Artifact.

A Borg cube is mighty and omnipotent.

The Artifact is lost.

Severed from the Collective.

Broken.

Vulnerable.

NAREK: You find vulnerability

and brokenness beautiful.

SOJI: Is that strange?

To find beauty in imperfection?

NAREK: It's certainly not very Romulan.

But, then, there's nothing very Romulan

about this place at all.

SOJI: Apart from the current owners

and the profits you extract

from the exploitation of Borg technology.

Are you a subversive, Dr. Asha,

sent by our enemies to foment revolution

among the researchers?

Yes, I am.

But it's too late now.

You already slept with me.

That makes you an accessory to my plot.

[chuckles softly]: Mm.

Clearly...

I'll have to silence you.

Try it.

[PADD trilling]

Time for work.

Yeah.

Me, too.Oh, you have a job?

Thought you were just some Romulan lounge lizard.

Oh, we all have our part to play.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure. Just don't expect an answer.

Are we allowed to be sleeping together? Or is that a secret?

Very much the latter.

Is everything Romulans do a secret?

Ooh, I'm not at liberty to divulge that.

Is your name actually Narek?

It's one of them.

So is there anything you can tell me about yourself?

Yes.

I'm a very private person.

[both chuckle]

So, see you at the Checkpoint?

Ooh, really?

I need to see how it works.

In your new capacity as...

Yes.

Good.

So can I.

[door whooshes open]

[door whooshes shut]

[sighs]

He said I'd find you out here.

Moritz.

Hello, Jean-Luc.

[laughs]

It's been a very long time.

Too long.

I know there was a bit of trouble with the remote medscan,

but I hardly expected a house call.

Let me just, um...

Your office told me they would be forwarding

the certificate for interstellar service

as soon as you had seen the results.

Oh, I see.

You might want something stronger.

BENAYOUN: Your medscan came in at or above Starfleet minimums

in every category.

Cardiovascular, metabolic, cognitive.

For a relic, you're in excellent shape.

Just that little abnormality in the parietal lobe.

I was told a long time ago

that it might cause a problem eventually.

Loss of appetite, mood swings, unsettling dreams?

Inappropriate displays of anger

on interplanetary news holos?

What do you think it is?

I'd need to run more tests.

It could be one of a number of related syndromes.

Prognosis?

Come on. Let's have it, Dr. Benayoun.

A few are treatable, but...

they all end the same way.

Some sooner than others.

I see.

I need you to certify me to Starfleet

as fit for interstellar service.

Now, will you do it?

I don't suppose you'd condescend to tell me why.

Secret mission?

We certainly had our share of those

on the Stargazer,didn't we?

Remember that time in the fireforest

on Calyx... Dr. Benayoun.

Forgive me.

You really want to go back out into the cold.

Knowing...

More than ever, knowing.

I don't know what kind of trouble

you're planning to get into.

Maybe if you're lucky,

it will kill you first.

♪

COMPUTER VOICE: All visitors must report

to the main security desk.

All visitors must report

to the main security desk.

[indistinct chatter]

MALE: Admiral Gurdy, please report to Conference Room B.

Admiral Gurdy, please report to Conference Room B.

PICARD: Hello.

I, uh, have a meeting with the CNC.

I have an appointment.

Of course, sir.

May I have your name, please, sir?

Oh, um, Picard.

P-I-C-A-R-D.

Jean-Luc.

Ah.

It's nice to see you up and around, Admiral. Welcome back.

[door chimes]

Come.

Jean-Luc.

Kirsten.

Hello.

May I?

Apparently, you have urgent Federation business.

I understood you to have left affairs of state behind.

I am staying as far from it all as I can.

So then what can I do for you?

Bruce Maddox.What about him?

I believe that he is using neurons

from the late Commander Data

to create a new organic synthetic.

Well, that's not far from all of it,

it is all of it.

The Romulans are involved.

This gets better and better.

Commander Data was not only my colleague,

he was my dear friend,

and he gave his life, body and soul,

to the Federation.

And if there is a chance that

some part of him still exists,

then I think we have an obligation to investigate.

There is no "we," Jean-Luc.

Kirsten, I know we have not always seen eye to eye.

Nevertheless, I have a request to make.

Based on my years of service,

I want you to reinstate me,

temporarily, for one mission.

I will need a small warp-capable reconnaissance ship

with a minimal crew, and if you feel that my rank

makes me too conspicuous, well, then,

I an content to be demoted to Captain.

The sheer fucking hubris.

You think you could just waltz back in here and be entrusted

with taking men and women into space?

Don't you think I was watching the holo the other day

along with everyone else in the galaxy?

I should not have spoken in public.

The Romulans were our enemies, and we tried

to help them for as long as we could,

but even before the synthetics attacked Mars,

14 species within the Federation said, "Cut the Romulans loose,

or we'll pull out."

It was a choice between allowing the Federation to implode

or letting the Romulans go.

The Federation does not get to decide

if a species lives or dies.

Yes, we do. We absolutely do.

Thousands of other species depend upon us for unity,

for cohesion.

We didn't have enough ships left.

We had to make choices.

But the great Captain Picard didn't like his orders.

I was standing up for the Federation,

for what it represents,

for what it should still represent.

How dare you lecture me?

Ignore me again at your cost.

My cost?You are in peril, Admiral.

There is no peril here,

only the pitiable delusions of a once-great man

desperate to matter.

This is no longer your house, Jean-Luc.

So do what you're good at:

go home.

Request denied.

[indistinct P.A. announcements]

FEMALE [over P.A.]: Security badges must be visible at all times.

Here, let me help you with that.

So embarrassing.

Thank you.

Are you new here? I haven't seen you around.

Yesterday.

My residency was supposed to start six months ago, but

the Romulan Free State revoked it when I was halfway here.

I have no idea why, or why they finally reinstated it.

Well, that sounds about right.

They still don't have a clear idea

of how much damage this cube sustained,

or maybe they do and they just aren't telling,

but, anyway, you don't want to cross over into the Gray Zone

without this turned on. Don't worry,

you're gonna be fine. [chuckles]

CHECKPOINT SUPERVISOR: Morning and welcome to Ops Cycle 9834...

Here we go.

As guests of the Borg Artifact Research Institute,

your safety is important to us.

You are standing inside one of the most

destructive weapons ever known, and though no longer active,

it remains potentially dangerous.

Please don't venture outside

of your designated research area.

Assume that any fixture or instrument

not personally known to be benign is malignant.

Romulans are into drama.

[chuckles]

TRILL: Who is that?

That's Narek. He's new here, too.

I didn't know Romulans could be so hot.

CHECKPOINT SUPERVISOR: ...from the Gray Zone will result in...

Me, either.

While in the Grey Zone, you are likely to encounter

former members of the Borg Collective.

Are you researching the xBs?

It's a little more hands-on.

And if your gradient badge starts to blink green,

run.

[alarm blares]

Don't worry about it.

[indistinct announcements]

Narek, this is...

Dr. Naàshala Kunamadèstifee of Trill Polytech.

The Institute is eager to see your work bear fruit, Doctor.

How likely is the Collective to reestablish a link to your Borg?

Is it, is it really wise to release them?

They're former Borg, and we're not "releasing" them,

we're reclaiming them.There's really no danger.

When a cube undergoes submatrix collapse,

the Collective immediately severs its link

to the afflicted population.

As far as the Collective are concerned,

this is just a graveyard.

And what does that make us?

The same as you find in any graveyard.

Some have come to feed on the dead, some are ghosts,

and a few, like you, Dr. Asha,

have pinned their hopes on resurrection.

Um, may I join you for the procedure?

I'd-I'd like to see you work.

That's not up to me. You need approval

from the Director of the Borg Reclamation Project.

Hmm.

Actually, I don't.

[birds singing]

Ah.

You have a taste for the classics, I see.

I never really cared for science fiction.

I guess

I just didn't get it.

[grunts]

Well, thank you for coming over.Yeah.

It's hard to tear myself away from the action at my lab,

but... [chuckles]

Um, your preference?

We have a selection.

Earl Grey?

I knew there was something about you.

I gathered up, uh, everything I could find

from Maddox's tenure at the Institute.

Most of what was there got blackboxed after he disappeared,

but they left some of the ancillary stuff untouched.

I was thinking about the painting.

Bruce and Data were friends after a fashion.

I-If Bruce is using Data's neurons to make more synths,

it would make sense to model them

after the painting Data made.

Indeed.

I also did a little digging into Dahj Asha.

You're right. She was accepted at Daystrom.

In fact, she was a perfect candidate.

In hindsight, a little too perfect.

Her credentials were bogus?

It's more insidious than that. I checked with Regulus.

Their records show she was enrolled there

and her grade transcripts are on file.

So she was what she claimed to be?

She was a complete work of fiction.

There's no record

of her having actually attended R3SA.

I-I'm no forensics maven,

but my sense is that her entire identity

was built all at once, about three years ago.

By whom? Bruce Maddox?

He certainly had the ability. Motive?

I don't know.

People in the synthetic humanoid field

tend to get a little secret-planny.

Milk?

Uh, yes, please.

Thank you.

There you go.

Oh, thank you.

It breaks my heart that I never

got a chance to meet her.

Such a wondrous thing.

And the damn Romulans just

wiped her away.

You asked me what the plan was,

what she was after at Daystrom.

I don't think that's the most relevant question right now.

I think the question you should be trying to answer is...

"What about the other one?"

If she's really out there,

and if the Romulans haven't gotten to her, too,

then where is she?

And what is she after?

[heart beating]

Continuing procedure on Patient 8923/3,

one of the Nameless.

Time in regenestasis, 14 years.

Arm implant was successfully removed.

Initiating ocular harvest procedure on Nameless.

You know I hate it when you use that term.

You may have mentioned that once.

Why do you call them "the Nameless"?

Their species had a name. We just don't know what it was.

Nameless is a name.

Removing ocular processing core.

[heart beating]

Tertiary mandible implant containment complete.

Tagged for level 10 storage.

Interlinked transceiver node confirmed inactive.

Tagged for level one disposal.

[ticking]

[chimes softly]

♪

Raffi, it's Jean-Luc. Please, don't hang up.

I need your help.

I need a ship.

WOMAN: Picard again?

And we all thought that he was safely mothballed

on that vineyard of his.

All these years. The Hermit of La Barre.

Now suddenly he is inescapable.

CLANCY: That's one word for what he is.

Going on and on about advanced synthetics,

Bruce Maddox and...

Bruce Maddox? Is he still alive?

CLANCY: Does it even matter?

And then there was this wild talk about

clandestine Romulan anti-synth ops here on Earth.

[chuckles]: It was just...

it was just sad.

One might be even inclined to say tragic.

Admiral Clancy, I know I need hardly remind you

if the Romulans were running

clandestine operations on Earth,

I would know. And then you would know.

And then all of Starfleet would know,

because clearly, that would be an overt

and intolerable act of war.CLANCY: Of course.

Look, Commodore, obviously there's nothing to it,

but I thought I'd better check.

Out of an excess of caution, as they say.

Just look into it.Of course.

Lieutenant Rizzo, to me, please.

LARIS: What?!

Have you gone mad?

Is it dementia?I beg your pardon?

Sorry, but you're not a stupid man,

so when I hear you say such a stupid idea,

I have to ask for other explanations.

Well, how about this.

The daughter of the man whose death I have been mourning

for two decades comes to me for help

and assistance. And then she is assassinated

in front of my eyes by a Romulan death squad

who will then go and try and find

and destroy her twin sister.

And you want me to sit here worrying what to do

about the spittlebugs on the pinots?

I want you not to die.

No one but the Tal Shiar could ever protect you

against the Tal Shiar.She's not wrong.

You can't go without us.

Idiot! He cannot go at all.

He's only safe here.

He knows about them. They have to eliminate him.

Nevertheless... I have to go.

Go where? Go how?

Well, I will get a ship, and I will

find Bruce Maddox, wherever he is.

Laris, I have to do this.

I don't yet fully understand all of it,

but I know that it's important.

And not only to me.No, of course.

If it's important to Jean-Luc Picard, it must be

important to the whole galaxy.

Go.

And take that one with you.

You can die together.

[door slams]

Laris understands.

She's afraid for you, that's all.

I know that.

But you have to stay here with her.

The grapes are far more in need of protection that I am.

[chuckles]

And it's less than a month to the harvest.

But you can't do it alone.

You need help. You need protection.

Yeah.You need a crew.

Riker. Worf. La Forge.

Hmm?

No.

I thought about it.

And they would do it in a heartbeat,

and that's precisely why I cannot ask them.

They would put themselves at risk out of loyalty to me,

and I do not want to have to go through that again.

Okay.

You need someone who hates you

and has nothing to lose.

I've already made the call.

[door chimes]

Come.

You wanted to see me, Commodore?

Take a look at this.

Does that look like disruptor fire?

There.

Reflected in the hand rail.

Not to me, no.

Admiral Clancy just called.

Jean-Luc Picard came to see her.

He has information

about clandestine Romulan ops here on Earth.

He referred to Zhat Vash by name.

He was trying to persuade her to give him a ship

and let him go after Dr. Bruce Maddox.

Although she did not mention that last part,

nor the talk about Zhat Vash.

Then how do you know?Do not

insult me, Lieutenant.

It would not be advantageous for your career.

Apologies, Commodore.

This is unexpected.

A dirty word...

in our line of work.

Perhaps the worst word of all.

So you need me to take care of Picard?

Your zeal and passion are commendable,

but they are very nearly overbalanced by your impatience.

There is a fundamental aptness in the word

"undercover" which you

have yet to fully absorb.

So I won't take care of him impatiently.

I'll make it last as long as you like.

Clancy has discouraged him adequately, I believe.

And if the need arises,

I will take care of Picard.

I want you to stay on mission.

You made a shambles of the operation here.

Your team destroyed the thing before it could be interrogated

and nearly blew our cover. We have

one more opportunity.

Do not squander it.

Of course.

I've put my best man on it.Have you?

I worry about that one.

He too has a troubling penchant

for the unexpected.

And I have had just about my fill of surprises, Lieutenant.

Do I make myself clear?

I will vouch for him with my life.

Indeed. You will.

Which is why I strongly recommend

that you manage this case in person.

Of course.

Everything is at stake.

See that he does not fail.

See that neither of you does.

[door opens]

You can turn around

and call that cab

to take you right back where you came from.

Just want to talk.

There isn't anything you could say

that I want to hear.

Secret Romulan assassins are operating on Earth.

Is that the '86?

[sighs]

Goddamn it.

Nice of you to knock.Why start now?

How's life in Starfleet, Lieutenant Rizzo?

That ridiculous disguise.

Round ears.

You look like a plucked wakak.Shut up.

[short chuckle]

Any progress?Yes.

Slow, but I'm still confident that my approach,

which you approved, is the only sound approach.

I hope that confidence is not misguided.

If your approach doesn't start paying off very soon,

I will be obliged to unapprove it.

For both our sakes.

Commodore Oh is quite distressed.

She has been a useful ally

for a long time. I can't have her turning on us.

When I arrive...

When you arrive...

I'm on top of it.

So it would seem.

Have you found the nest?

Has the machine given up the location

of its fellow abominations?

Really, has it told you anything at all?

Grave reservations have been expressed

about your approach, baby brother.

I don't have to tell you the stakes couldn't be higher.

Oh has reservations.

Profound reservations.

There is no one whose survival

matters more to me than yours.

Except my own.

If you've made no progress

by the time I get there,

I will have no choice

but to try my approach,

unfortunate as it may have been.

If there is another such disaster,

it will undoubtedly consume you

and me, too.

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