Original subtitles

Previously on Star Trek: Discovery...

LORCA: I would like to extend an official invitation

to join the Discovery

and be a member of our crew.

Sir, I've been court-martialed and convicted.

SARU: You are dangerous...

and you are someone to fear, Michael Burnham.

LORCA: The Discovery is now the only Starfleet ship

with a displacement-activated spore hub drive.

We will be able to materialize anywhere in the known universe.

BURNHAM: This ship's spore drive travels

on a network of mycelium.

We just can't control where we go.

But maybe the Tardigrade can.

(screams)

STAMETS: We're ready to jump, sir.

Go.

This was sent for you.

FEMALE VOICE: Do you accept the last will and testament

of Captain Philippa Georgiou?

I am leaving you my most beloved possession,

handed down through my family for centuries.

(chirping)

♪ ♪

(screaming)

(panting)

(snoring)

BURNHAM: Dr. Culber,

I've been studying the creature since it came on board.

It's incredibly regenerative,

but with each jump Discovery makes, it cries out.

And the last 48 hours, it seems sluggish,

depressed.

CULBER: We don't know if it experiences

stress or pain like we do.

You think I'm anthropomorphizing.

You discovered how to use the Tardigrade for navigation,

a victory that maybe isn't a victory anymore

given the creature's deteriorating condition.

Let me run some tests.

Thank you.

LORCA: In less than three weeks,

the Discovery has prevented the destruction

of the dilithium mines at Corvan 2,

broken the Klingon supply line at Benzar,

and routed an attack through the Ophiucus system.

The reason you've been brought here today

is it has become increasingly imperative

that we duplicate Discovery's spore drive technology

and get it into as many Starfleet vessels as possible.

To that end, I ordered Lieutenant Stamets

to release the schematics of our propulsion system

immediately after our first successful jump.

Our new classified facility in Jefferson, Iowa received them

and is building units

according to those specs.

We need more Tardigrades

to ensure safe, accurate navigation.

Every ship, every starbase,

every colony is on the hunt for these creatures.

In the meantime,

we want Discovery to dial back on its missions.

No, no, hold on a second.

There is concern,

at the highest levels of leadership,

about taxing our prime asset.

LORCA: Discovery should be out there,

winning battles.

We believe the enemy

may have identified Discovery

as our secret weapon.

You are hereby ordered to reign in

your use of the spore drive unless authorized by Starfleet.

With respect to the war effort,

the fleet will pick up the slack caused by your absence.

That's a lot of slack.

We'll manage.

(indistinct chatter)

Hi, roomie.

Oh, my God, you look awful.

Thank you, Tilly.

That's it. We're gonna have lunch right now.

I mean it...

I mean that you're gonna tell me what's going on with you.

There's nothing to tell.

Uh, okay.

Um, that's okay. I-I get it.

It was bound to happen sometime.

There are so many interesting people on this ship.

I'm sure you've made tons of friends by now.

Tilly, it's not you.

It's me.

Well, since that is very rarely the case

in my case, I would love to hear how it's not me.

I'm out of sorts.

I'm preoccupied.

About?

The Tardigrade.

Each time we use the spore drive it gets weaker.

You're stressed.

WOMAN (over P.A.): Security briefing on Deck 15.

I barely have a job here.

I've never been less busy.

Then, that gives you the time and space

to actually process what you're going through, emotionally.

I don't like it.

Really?

I love feeling feelings.

(electric whirring)

(grunts softly)

Aah!

Turn it down!

(exhales)

Sorry. I didn't know you were still in here.

Just saddling up for the ride, Admiral.

Why don't you get your damn eyes fixed?

Oh, you know, Katrina, I don't trust doctors.

Should I take that personally?

It's punishment for blindsiding me

in that pathetic excuse for a strategy session.

Cut the crap, Gabriel.

And by the way, there's something I didn't bring up,

lest you think I was piling on.

The matter of Michael Burnham.

No, no, no. Starfleet regulation 139...

82 allows you to conscript virtually anyone in time of war.

And so I have.

This organization's only

convicted mutineer is viewed by many...

justifiably or not... as the cause

of our conflict with the Klingons. To see her

avoiding justice does nothing for general morale.

When I accepted the command

I was given the fullest latitude

to fight this war how I saw fit.

But why give everyone another reason to judge you?

(short chuckle)

(sighs)

Are you uncomfortable

with the power I've been given, Admiral?

I'm your friend.

Mm-hmm.

It's my ship.

My way.

(alarm blaring)

FEMALE VOICE: Warning: incoming

warp signature detected.

Klingon class D7 battle cruiser identified.

Tractor beam engaged.

(loud clang)

(yells)

(grunting)

Aah! (groans)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(original Star Trek theme plays)

CORNWELL: The pilot was killed in the subsequent firefight.

Captain Lorca was captured by the Klingons.

Do we know where he was taken, Admiral?

No.

By the time we responded to the shuttle's distress beacon,

the enemy's warp trail had dissipated.

Since you're acting captain,

I'm sending you what little intel we have.

This was a targeted abduction. It's possible the Klingons

have learned of the existence of Discovery's propulsion system

and taken Lorca to learn more.

We need him back, Mr. Saru,

before they pry those secrets out of him.

We will find him, Admiral.

Good luck.

Lieutenant Detmer,

set course for the shuttle's

last known coordinates. Maximum warp.

Lieutenant Owosekun, establish search parameters

sector by sector.

Calculate potential escape vectors

correlating to all known Klingon bases, colonies and planets

within five light-years.

(door whooshes open)

Burnham.

What are you doing on the bridge?

I came to speak to Captain Lorca.

I'm afraid that won't be possible.

Commander Airiam,

alert Lieutenant Stamets that we may be

making multiple jumps in rapid succession

throughout Klingon space to see if we can

track the ship that made the abduction.

Yes, sir.

Multiple jumps?

Do you have an issue with that plan?

I just don't know how feasible it's gonna be.

I'm concerned that we are negatively impacting

the Tardigrade with each jump we make.

I was told it's virtually indestructible.

I disagree with that assessment.

Do you have proof that we are harming it?

Not as of yet.

I am not finding this information to be helpful

in any way.

We are about to embark on a rescue mission

to save the life of our captain. Are you suggesting

we forego that?

No, of course not.

I'm just worried. I don't know

how much more the Tardigrade can sustain.

The more you hurt someone, the less helpful they become.

Focus on the task at hand.

There will be no more discussion of the Tardigrade

until the captain is back, safe. Understood?

Yes, sir.

You may go.

(door whooshes open)

(sighs)

(door whooshes shut)

Computer, list Starfleet's most decorated captains,

living and deceased.

COMPUTER: Working.

Based on their service records,

is it possible to identify

the qualities most essential to their success?

Characteristics most often cited

include bravery, self-sacrifice,

intelligence, tactical brilliance, compassion.

Computer, initiate new protocol.

Please record all data related to my performance

as acting captain of Discovery,

and cross-reference with success parameters.

Note where deviations occur.

State the purpose of the new protocol.

There is an element aboard this ship

that causes me to second-guess myself.

That cannot continue.

I must remain clear-headed in pursuit of today's mission.

Alternative solution.

Eliminate destructive element.

Not an option.

(screaming in distance)

(male speaking Klingon in distance)

(gasps)

Who are you?

The name is Mudd. Harcourt Fenton Mudd.

Harry for short.

And I reiterate... ouch.

Where are we?

On a resort

off Antares Minor.

(cries out)

You should try the spa.

The hot-stone massage is delightful.

Where are we?

Typical Starfleet, no fun at all.

We are on a Klingon prison vessel.

A particularly nasty one.

What's a civilian like you doing on a Klingon prison vessel?

The only crime I'm guilty of is loving too much.

It's true, Captain.

I fell for a woman far beyond my reach.

Sweet Stella. (chuckles)

Her family didn't approve of me,

so I had no choice except to try and buy

her father's respect.

Scary, scary man.

So I borrowed a large sum from some nontraditional lenders,

and gifted her with a moon.

It worked like a charm...

until I fell behind in my payments. Hmm.

The creditors came after me,

chased me into enemy territory

right into the Klingon's arms,

who deposited me here,

where I await my fate.

(prisoner groans)

Oh, I wouldn't bother with him, Captain.

I believe the technical term for his condition

is... "out to lunch."

Here comes the floor show.

Choose your pain.

(Klingon grunting)

(man grunting)

They may look stupid, our Klingon hosts;

they're anything but.

They regularly give us a choice to choose our pain.

We can accept the beating ourselves

or pass it on to our cellmates.

It's our captors' way of keeping us from bonding.

You seem conspicuously free from bruises.

I've learned how to choose wisely.

Don't judge. You're gonna want to stick with me.

I'm a survivor, just like you.

You should know that Lieutenant Stamets

rarely, if ever, listens to me.

I can handle him.

Please, show me how.

BURNHAM: Lieutenant Stamets.

Your spore drive is genius.

Beyond genius.

What you've achieved for the war effort,

for the whole of science itself,

it's a contribution...

I know I'm brilliant.

What are you trying to get out of me?

Why are you with her?

Burnham is worried

about the physical effects that Discovery's jumps

are having on the Tardigrade.

I've done my own evaluations, and I must concur.

Scans of its frontal lobe show

significant cumulative deterioration

every time we go to black alert.

We need to find a workaround.

Making Ripper the critical component

for the s-drive is unsustainable

for the creature and your invention.

We could lose them both.

And with them, any chance of saving Captain Lorca.

Aren't there actual people on this ship

who require your attention, Doctor?

Actually, the CMO does need my help

with an Andorian tonsillectomy.

To be clear,

the Tardigrade was your contribution.

I never intended

to utilize a living creature as a navigation tool.

I didn't either.

You say portabella, I say portobello.

You are the cause of this situation, Burnham.

What are you doing with your mouth?

I am swallowing the urge to set the record straight.

That won't get us anywhere.

Do you want to be right or do you want to fix this?

(snoring)

(prisoner screaming in distance)

I didn't realize

there were more of us in here.

Pulled out of rotation.

(exhales) Sometimes they let us heal up

so we last longer.

Shit. You're a captain?

(screaming continues)

(groans)

Here, eat.

No, you go ahead.

Sorry, sir, I'm gonna have to insist.

We never know when they'll feed us.

You got to keep up your strength.

I already lost one captain,

I won't lose another.

What's your name, soldier?

Lieutenant Ash Tyler.

And the captain you lost?

Steven Maranville, the USS Yeager.

The finest, sir.

You were at the Battle of the Binaries?

They gave it a name, huh?

That's where I was captured.

So you've been here seven months.

(chuckles)

That's funny to you?

Sorry, sir. It's just, um...

If that's true,

I'm tougher than I thought.

Or a liar.

Nobody survives Klingon torture

for seven months. What are you doing here?

They got a reason to keep you alive?

WOMAN (in distance): No, please, no, no!

The captain of this ship...

she's taken a liking to me.

You must have picked up a few details.

What's the crew complement of this vessel?

Can't be certain, 30, maybe 40.

LORCA: You got a sense of the layout of the decks?

Uh-uh.

I got to get my hands

on an active comm relay

so I can signal my ship for extraction.

We're deep within enemy territory.

There's no way a Federation ship

can make it out this far undetected.

Oh, my ship can.

It's like a ghost.

(clicking)

(chittering)

Mudd,

if I see that pet of yours again...

Apologies, Lieutenant.

Stuart has boundary issues.

(squeaks)

And besides,

we're both a little hungry.

LORCA: You'd take food out of the mouths

of the only two men standing between you and death?

Damn right I would.

Because this is all Starfleet has left me.

I used to have a life, Captain,

a good one. A respectable business.

That all got blown up because of your goddamn war.

Starfleet didn't start this war.

Of course you did,

the moment you decided to boldly go where no one had gone before.

What did you think would happen when you bumped into someone

who didn't want you in their front yard?

You're siding with the enemy?

I'm not siding with anyone.

But I sure as hell understand why the Klingons pushed back.

Starfleet arrogance.

Have you ever bothered

to look out of your spaceships down at the little guys below?

If you had,

you'd realize that there's a lot more

of us down there than there are you up here.

And we're sick and tired of getting caught

in your cross fire.

(door closes)

STAMETS: So we need the spore drive to save Captain Lorca,

but the spore drive is killing the Tardigrade.

All right. Let's start with our mushroom.

Prototaxites stellaviatori,

a species made up of exotic material

found not only in normal space

but in a discrete subspace domain

known as the mycelial network.

Its fungal roots,

aka mycelium, spread across the universe,

fanning out into infinity

to create a matrix that serves

as our intergalactic freeway system.

Enter the Tardigrade, whose unique genetic makeup

allows it to navigate through the network

because of its symbiotic relationship

with the mycelium's spores.

Like its microscopic cousins on Earth,

the Tardigrade is able to incorporate foreign DNA

into its own genome via horizontal gene transfer.

When Ripper borrows DNA from the mycelium,

he's granted an all-access travel pass.

TILLY: Once Lieutenant Stamets conveys the coordinates

of a selected destination directly into Ripper...

he knows exactly where to go.

The Tardigrade's DNA is already sequenced into the computer.

Can't we build a virtual Ripper?

Trick the mycelium into thinking it's communicating

with the real thing and then navigate the ship that way?

STAMETS: That's what I was doing with my earlier research.

Trying to use software to engage with the network.

BURNHAM: And you were only able to achieve small jumps.

See, now I know why.

The spores and the drive

were functioning at a fraction of their capacity

until we presented the mycelium

with an animate copilot.

That's the key. The Tardigrade's alive.

We just need to integrate the same sequence

into a compatible species, one that understands

its role in this process and engages willingly.

(laughing): You guys, this is so fucking cool.

I'm so sorry.

No, Cadet. It is fucking cool.

Let's do it.

Have you ever been tortured, Captain?

Your English, it's excellent.

I'm descended from spies.

Languages are useful,

particularly when it comes to understanding those

who seek to destroy the Klingon empire.

LORCA: Little ol' me?

You've been busy these past three weeks, Captain Lorca.

It was you who first surprised us

in the Corvan system.

Appearing out of nowhere

and then disappearing without a trace.

Undetectable, like a ghost.

No other Starfleet vessel can do that.

What is your vessel's secret?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Hmm.

You suffer from extreme photosensitivity.

Well, we all got something, honey.

You're seeking solace in the arms of a human male.

We don't even have the right number of organs for you.

Why so hard up?

(yells)

Now who's being sensitive?

How strange space must look to you now,

seen through those damaged eyes.

A cosmos full of agonizing light.

Another creature might have slumped back into the darkness.

But not you.

You seek... glory.

(laughs)

Perhaps you realize glory must be earned.

Through sacrifice.

And pain.

(yelling)

Lieutenant Rhys, when will your analysis

of our long-range sensor data be complete?

It is our only hope of closing in on Captain Lorca's location.

We've narrowed it down to three potential courses,

all of which pass near through the Mempa system.

Very good.

Alert Mr. Stamets we are ready to proceed

with our rescue mission.

Lieutenant Stamets is taking

the spore drive off-line, sir.

(beeping)

I don't understand. You'd think any number of species

would be compatible recipients of the Tardigrade DNA sequence.

TILLY: I had the computer run

all known life-forms in the Federation database.

Should I try to access the classified database

at the Daystrom Institute...

SARU: No, Cadet.

You should not.

Why did you shut down the spore drive?

Up on the bridge, we were trying to pinpoint

the coordinates that will lead us to Captain Lorca.

We're working on something extremely important.

A substitute for the Tardigrade.

Why?

Burnham informed me that our jumps are depleting it.

She brought these concerns

to me as well.

And I told her to stand down

until Captain Lorca was safely back on board Discovery.

Obviously, this was not the response she wanted.

So far, we found one viable workaround.

This hypospray contains

Tardigrade DNA and replication catalysts

that will initiate

rapid horizontal gene transfer in a host.

The interface process requires an evolved organism,

a species with a highly functioning nervous system.

And one that, like the Tardigrade,

shares genetic information with mushrooms.

The animal kingdom may have diverted

from its fungal counterparts 600 million years ago,

but Homo sapiens still share over half of our DNA with them.

You want to use a human?

Eugenics experiments are forbidden.

I know.

And that's why we need more time.

I gave you an order!

Do you understand?

Captain Saru, I understand that you are upset.

You're in command.

It's a time of crisis.

And your culture trains you

to be on the heightened lookout for enemies.

But I assure you I'm not one of them.

How dare you treat me

like one of your xenoanthropology subjects.

You're not an enemy, Burnham.

You are a proven predator.

And I know this not only because my instincts

tell me that you are, but because your actions

show me that you are.

Saving this Tardigrade will neither bring back

nor change the fact that this is exactly the kind of behavior

that killed Captain Georgiou.

(beep)

RHYS: Bridge to the captain.

We believe we have identified the battle cruiser

that is holding Captain Lorca.

Acknowledged.

Lieutenant Stamets,

bring the drive back online

and prepare the Tardigrade to jump.

Confine yourself to quarters immediately.

(grunts)

(grunts)

Now, let's be adults and use our words.

(squeaking)

Stealing food was just a diversion.

(squeaks)

You've been transmitting everything we say

to the enemy.

(squeaks)

When I first got here,

I dropped a little conversational nugget

to see if either of you could be trusted.

Yeah.

I just had

my words parroted back at me

by the Klingon captain.

You've been feeding intel on every prisoner

that passed through here.

(grunts)

(squeaks)

MUDD: No!

Stuart!

(squeaking)

Stuart! Oh.

You almost killed him.

(grunts)

You're finished.

And when it's time to choose our pain,

we're choosing you.

Until there's nothing left.

(exhales)

MUDD: Captain,

are you really gonna let

this idealistic young man humiliate himself

by siding with you?

Hmm?

Have you no decency,

Lorca?

Actually, that was a trick question.

I know you don't.

We both know you lost that with your last command.

What's he talking about?

MUDD: A tragic tale of the USS Buran.

It was ambushed about a month into the war.

The Klingons boarded it and blasted it into smithereens.

Only one crewman managed to escape.

Gabriel Lorca.

Apparently,

the honorable captain was too good to go down with his ship.

That's only half right.

We were ambushed, and I did... escape.

But I didn't let my crew die.

I blew them up.

I knew what awaited them on Qo'noS...

degradation, torture,

slow, public death.

It's the Klingon way.

To spread terror.

Not my crew.

Not on my watch.

Well, they say confession is good for the soul.

Too bad none of us have one anymore.

SARU: Commander Airiam,

set displacement parameters to bring us within

weapons range of our target Bird-of-Prey.

Aye, sir.

Lieutenant Stamets,

are you ready?

Yes, Captain.

Black alert.

(alarm ringing)

(roaring)

Go.

(Tardigrade growling)

(groans)

(beeping)

(snarls softly)

CULBER: The creature has gone into a state

of extreme cryptobiosis,

by reducing the water content levels of its body

to less than one percent.

Its vital signs have slowed to the point

we can barely detect them.

Well, rehydrate it and bring it back.

Mr. Rhys, have we been detected?

Negative.

Captain Saru, I'm...

Location of Klingon prison ship.

.7 AUs from our position.

Bearing 13-mark-59.

Match their course and speed.

Maintain our distance.

Cut all systems and run silent.

CULBER: Captain, we're not done here.

This isn't like waking someone

from a nap.

This is an extreme reaction to adverse conditions.

The Tardigrade is in survival mode.

So are we, Doctor.

Crack it open if you have to.

In my opinion, that will kill it.

As it is our only way to get out of Klingon space,

it is a risk we must take.

Captain, neurological tests indicate

that this creature may be sentient.

If that ends up being true,

I will face the consequences of my actions.

I do not enjoy being in this position, but I have

134 souls to protect today.

Be ready to force the creature to comply.

CULBER: I will not be party

to murder.

Doctor, I was not talking to you.

Do you understand

my orders and can I count on you to follow them,

Lieutenant Stamets?

Yes, sir.

Choose your pain.

TYLER: Choose me, Captain.

I fully support that idea.

TYLER: You do this for me.

Choose me.

GUARD: Choose...

your... pain.

Oh, thank you,

thank you, thank you,

thank you, thank you,

thank you, thank you.

(grunting)

(shouts)

(grunting)

(crack)

(grunts)

(crack)

(scoffs)

Where the hell did that come from?

Getting out of here

was always a two-man job.

I just waited

till I found the right man.

You played me. (chuckles): Oh.

Bravura, Mr. Tyler. I doff my cap.

Well, shall we proceed to our raider?

There is no "we," Mudd. You sold us out.

You stay.

You can't be serious.

Oh, but I can.

(shouts)

You can't do this!

I can't take it in here anymore.

Please, I promised Stella that I would come home to her.

Please.

I promised!

No! No!

No!

(panting)

You can't walk away from me, Lorca!

I'm coming for you, you hear?!

You haven't seen the last of Harcourt Fenton Mudd!

(grunting)

(groans)

Hey.

(groans)

Get up, soldier! Get up!

I'm slowing you down, sir, go.

(panting)

All right, take cover.

I'll find a way out and I'll be back for you, you understand?

Did you really think you could leave me?

After all we've been through.

(yells)

(groaning)

(blows landing)

(shrieking)

(gasping)

Tyler, I found the docking bay.

Get up, let's go.

(screaming)

Redirect all auxiliary power to shields.

Blue panel on the right.

Five raiders

in pursuit, closing fast.

Your eyes...

that happened when you destroyed the Buran, didn't it?

We choose our own pain.

Mine helps me remember.

Klingon raiders, sir.

Five ships and counting heading right towards us.

Red alert.

We must have been spotted, sir.

Shall I lock on and prepare to fire?

(alarm blaring)

The leader of the pack seems

to have charted an erratic flight pattern.

We are now within their weapons range.

Should I lock phasers, sir?

Predator packs often split into smaller groups while in pursuit.

One group initiating the chase,

while another travels ahead of the prey's escape path.

Hail that raider!

Initiating communication will expose our position.

The lead vessel is being chased. It's our captain!

RICHTER: Federation starship Discovery

to Klingon raider.

Identify yourself.

Oh, what do you know?

The cavalry showed up.

This is Captain Lorca.

Two to beam out. Now!

SARU: Bridge to transporter room.

Do you have a lock?

OFFICER: Aye, sir.

Lower your shields, Captain Lorca.

(metallic trilling)

Captain to bridge. You got us.

Jump. Jump now!

Lieutenant Stamets, have you revived the Tardigrade?

We are able to jump, Commander.

Klingon raiders have detected our transporter signature.

They're locking weapons.

Black alert.

Go.

Easy, soldier. You're home.

Thank you, Captain.

For what?

Dragging you back into the war

on a ship with a target on its back?

There's no place I'd rather be.

Bridge to Stamets.

Congratulations, Lieutenant. Excellent work.

Lieutenant Stamets, do you copy?

Sir, Lieutenant Stamets is in engineering, but it seems

his life signs are in distress.

COMPUTER: Warning: failure

to initiate spore drive deactivation sequence.

Spore chamber active.

Density at 68%...

Drive system online.

Open this door.

Induction coil saturated.

Captain, he... he injected himself

with the Tardigrade DNA compound.

Is he dead?

(gasps)

Did we make it?

Yes.

(laughing)

(door chimes)

Come.

Captain Lorca has been... rescued.

On the subject of the Tardigrade,

there has been a setback.

Cadet Tilly brought me up to speed...

sir.

Permission to speak freely?

Are you really afraid of me?

I am not.

I am...

angry at you.

Angry because of how much you stole from me.

I am deeply jealous

that I never got the chance you had.

To be Captain Georgiou's first officer?

You stood by her side

and learned everything she had to teach.

The anticipated scenario... you would move up and out.

Captain your own starship.

And I would take your place.

I never got that chance.

If I had, I would have been more prepared for today.

You did well.

Very well.

She would have thought so, too.

SARU: Her telescope.

She left it to me.

It's yours now.

You should have the privilege

to see the universe the way she did.

Burnham?

Captain Lorca has yet to be cleared for command.

I have much to attend to,

and I could use your help with one thing.

Of course.

Dr. Culber believes the Tardigrade is sentient.

It remains in a state of cryptobiosis.

We have no claim on its soul.

Go save its life, Burnham.

That's an order.

May the sun and moon watch your comings and goings

in the endless nights and days that are before you.

Are you sure this'll work?

No.

But if this is its response to an adverse environment,

what does it consider to be hospitable?

This creature has traveled to the far ends of the universe.

My hope is that what makes it most happy...

is to be free.

(chittering)

(bellows)

COMPUTER: Initiating performance review, Acting Captain Saru.

Protocol canceled.

I know what I did.

Stop.

Stop what?

Stop worrying, stop doctoring.

Well,

one tends to worry when they're doomed

to love a brilliant but reckless maniac

who's willing to risk his life for glory.

The captain was in danger.

Captains are in danger every day.

You were in danger.

I've spent my entire career

trying to grasp the essence of mycelium.

Now, for the first time, I do.

I saw the network,

an entire universe of possibilities

I never dreamed existed.

It's...

unspeakably beautiful.

I also knew you'd leave me

if I let anything else endanger that creature.

Oh. So you do listen to me.

Not really.

You sold that with a look.

Don't do anything that stupid ever again.

You may not care about you,

but I do.

You sure you feel okay?

Yes, dear doctor.

I feel okay.

Okay.

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