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[Soji narrating] Previously on
Star Trek: Picard...

[Richter] 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.

They murdered him.

No, no, no!

Something inside of me
just knew what to do,

how to move, how to fight.

Everything inside of me
says that I'm safe with you.

[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.

She came here to find safety.

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.

Dr. Asha.

- Narek.
- Soji.

- Twins?
- Twins.

So there's another one.

[woman on PA] Attention, all personnel.
Happy First Contact Day.

Celebrations will be held
in designated recreational areas

during regularly scheduled
alpha and beta shift breaks.

[woman on PA] All directors, please submit
final duty log prior to shift change.

[man on PA] Sector three
maintenance regulators will report

to mandatory security training

at 0800 hours.

Good morning, plastic people.

Good morning, Mr. Pincus.

Let's go to work.

A500 maintenance issues should be reported
to synthetic personnel supervisors

prior to initiating
manual shutdown procedures.

[Kvetchy] Every other tri-hy station
in the yard gets off First Contact Day.

Not us. What did we do wrong?

To have a skeleton crew,
you have to have skeletons.

[Kvetchy]
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.

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.

Dude creeps me out.

Hey. He can hear you.

And?

You can't offend them. They're not people.

[Tough] And they can rip through
solid titanium without breaking a sweat.

[Kvetchy] What are you, his sister?

[Tough] Who raised you?

[indistinct on PA]

[dings]

[Kvetchy] I wish they'd go back to using
uno amino matrices in the replicators.

[Philosophical chuckles] No kidding.

[Tough] Space pineapples again.

I know what's brown and sticky.

This food is brown and sticky.

[Burly] Hey, that dude is lucky
he doesn't have to eat this crap.

Now, here is some brown sticky shit.

Do you replicate flies with that too?

[all laugh]

What are you doing?

[female electronic voice]
Security alert.

Multiple synthetic labor units
have been compromised.

Get away from there!

[electronic voice] Deflector shields down
in all sectors of Utopia Planitia.

- Repeat, security alert.
- Shit!

Multiple synthetic...

[Tough]
Central, this is tri-hy station A19.

Synth unit F8 has been compromised.

We have a man down.

Repeat, we have a man down.

Stand down!

[electronic voice]
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.

[female electronic voice]
Surface scans negative.

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 bogeyman
they use to frighten new recruits.

And children.

Please explain.

Here in the Federation,

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

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.

[Picard] Yeah. They're also unreliable.

And the results are dubious, at best.

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.

Loathing of whom?

Not whom. What.

- More wine?
- Surprise me.

[Caler]
Dahj, your replicator menus are tragic.

It'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.

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?

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've 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?

They're not my Zhat Vash.
And I thought you didn't believe in them.

I may be coming around.

So, then all this is about
the Zhat Vash's 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.

All we need is a record of any contact
that she may have had with her sister.

And no doubt it's in here,

but it will look
the same as everything else.

No, it'll look like her.

Like Dahj.

What's her name? 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've 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.

Got you.

Okay.

These were all outgoing.

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 am 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 the Borg cube, Narek.
It's the Artifact.

The 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] 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.

[Narek] 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]

Clearly...

I'll have to silence you.

Try it.

Time for work.

[sighs] 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?

Oh, 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.

So, see you at the checkpoint?

- Oh, really?
- I need to see how it works.

In your new capacity as?

[speaking Romulan]
Can you keep a secret?

Yes.

Good.

So can I.

He said I'd find you out here.

- Moritz.
- Hello, Jean-Luc.

It's been a very long time.

Too long.

I know there was a bit of trouble
with the remote med-scan,

but I hardly expected a house call.

Let me just...

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 med-scan 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 fire forest 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.

[female announcer] All visitors
must report to main security desk.

All visitors must report
to main security desk.

[male announcer] Admiral Kurti,
please report to conference room B.

Admiral Kurti, please report
to conference room B.

[Picard] Hello.

I 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.

[beeps]

- [door beeps]
- 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 am content to be demoted to captain.

The sheer fucking hubris.

You think you could 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's 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.

[female announcer]
All those entering the Gray Zone

are required to wear protective gear.

Security badges must be visible
at all times.

Here, let me help you with that.

So embarrassing.

Are you new here? 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.

Anyway, you don't want to cross over
into the Gray Zone without this turned on.

[beeps]

Don't worry. You're gonna be fine.

[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.

[checkpoint supervisor]
You may not remove any object.

[woman] Who is that?

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

I didn't know Romulans could be so hot.

Me either.

While in the Gray 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.

Don't worry about it.

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 re-establish a link to your Borg?

Is it really wise to release them?

Well, 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,
pin their hopes on resurrection.

May I join you for the procedure?

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.

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.

[sighs]

- Well, thank you for coming over.
- Yeah.

It was hard to tear myself away
from the action at my lab, but...

Um, your preference? We have a selection.

Earl Grey?

I knew there was something about you.

I've gathered up everything I could find
from Maddox's tenure at the Institute.

Most of what was there got black-boxed
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.

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 were right.
She was accepted at Daystrom.

In fact, she was the 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'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?
- 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 is really out there,

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

then where is she?

And what is she after?

[Dr. Kabath] Continuing procedure
on patient 8923 stroke three.

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.

Tertiary mandible implant.
Containment complete.

Tagged for level ten storage.

Tagged for level one disposal.

[speaking Romulan]
You are free now, my friend.

[ticking]

[chimes]

- [beeps]
- Raffi, it's Jean-Luc.

Please don't hang up. I need your help.

I need a ship.

[Commodore Oh] 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?
- Does it even matter?

And then there was this wild talk

about clandestine Romulan
anti-synth ops here on Earth.

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.

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.

[sighs]

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 than I am.

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?

[sighs] 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.

- [beeps]
- Come.

You wanted to see me, Commodore?

Take a look at this.

Does that look like disrupter fire?

There.

Reflected in the handrail.

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.

You can turn around and call that cab

to take you right back
where you came from.

I just want to talk.

There isn't anything you could say
that I wanna hear.

Secret Romulan assassins
are operating on Earth.

Is that the '86?

Goddamn it.

- Nice of you to knock.
- Why start now?

How's life in Starfleet, Lieutenant Rizzo?

That ridiculous disguise and round ears.

- You look like a plucked wakak.
- Shut up.

[laughs]

- 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'll be obliged to un-approve 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.