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Previously on Star Trek: Discovery...

Captain Christopher Pike

requests permission to come aboard.

Im here at Starfleets order to take command of the

Discovery.

Over the past 24 hours,

Federation sensors picked up

seven red bursts spread out

across more than 30,000 light-years.

And right now this little dot

is the only one willing to tell us where it is. Hit it.

Pike to

Discovery.

Get us out of here.

Wait!

I need a sample of that asteroid.

If my theorys correct,

well be able to interact with dark matter, sir.

The asteroid has been shedding rocks all over the place.

We still have time to reach one of them.

Its in the bay.

Whats your status?

The shuttle bay needs a little TLC,

but all is well, Commander.

I saw you die.

I watched Tyler kill you.

I held your body in my arms.

I believe in you, Paul. I love you.

Id like to go to

Enterprise,

sir.

Im sorry, Burnham,

but Spocks not there.

A few months ago I felt something shift in him.

Its as if hed run into a question he couldnt answer.

He asked me for time, and I gave it to him.

Spock.

SPOCK:

As a child, I had what my mother called "nightmares."

She taught me to control my fear by drawing them,

rendering fear powerless.

The nightmares have returned.

The same vision, again and again.

I now understand its meaning and where it must lead me.

I have encoded it within this audio file

in the event of my death.

This may be my last entry aboard the

Enterprise.

Spock has had this tablet since he was a boy.

I took it from his quarters.

He drew these signals two months before they appeared to us.

Computer, show me Starfleets rendering of the seven signals.

Rotate 90 degrees counterclockwise.

Its damn near identical.

There any more sketches like this one?

No.

Sir, my brother

sounds deeply troubled.

I know hes on leave, but we need to contact him,

find out what he knows about these signals.

I know where Spock is, Burnham.

Have a seat.

Your brother...

is in the psychiatric unit on Starbase 5.

Since about a week after he took leave.

Committed to the facility at his own request.

Why werent my parents or I told

about this request?

Its Starfleet protocol to reach out to the families...

Unless the patient doesnt want that,

and Spock said no.

Emphatically.

With that said,

his association with these signals

outweighs his desire for absolute privacy.

You could extend an olive branch to your brother,

but hell need to decide whether or not to take it.

He wont.

At least not from me.

The way I left things with my brother...

We havent spoken in years.

Family dynamics can be complicated.

My father was a science teacher,

and when he wasnt doing that, he taught comparative religion.

It was a confusing household, and...

We didnt agree on a lot.

Look, Ive shared with you everything I know.

Trust you can do the same with me.

If theres ever anything you feel you ought to tell me...

Sir, when we were on that asteroid...

I...

I never properly thanked you

for coming back to get me.

Youre welcome.

Captain Pike to the bridge immediately.

Captain on the bridge.

Ah, Captain. Another signal has just appeared.

The transmission is too faint to determine

the exact coordinates.

Excuse me, Commander Burnham. I was using

your station to run calibration modeling programs.

Let me just close some of this stuff out.

Ensign Tilly had a notion

to pinpoint the signals.

I gave her permission to try it.

Excellent.

Im modulating

Discoverys deflector dish.

The idea is that well create gravimetric distortion

that will act like sonar.

Thats a good plan,

but the signals too far away to register.

If we were closer,

we might be able to detect gravitational redshift

and use that to calculate its exact position.

I suggest we go to warp momentarily,

then target it with long-range sensors as soon as we drop out.

Detmer, take us to maximum warp for five seconds.

Aye, sir.

Signal coordinates received.

And its in the Beta Quadrant,

51,450 light-years away.

At top speed, that would take us

150 years to get that far.

My unborn childrens children

would be lucky to get there. Ideas?

The spore drive.

But until a nonhuman interface

is found, Starfleet has decommissioned it.

Or its navigator, really.

In order to guide us through the mycelial network,

Commander Stamets injected himself with Tardigrade DNA,

a violation of Starfleets ban

on genetic manipulation.

They were willing to overlook this

during the war, however.

A Tardigrade?

I suppose you had to be there.

Getting to the bottom

of these signals is of utmost importance to the Federation.

They let you use the drive to fight the Klingons.

Theyll give us dispensation now.

How long before it can be operational?

Once I begin prepping Commander Stamets, 20 minutes.

Get to it.

Bet youre glad you stayed on board, right?

Hmm?

Being back in the saddle. You and me.

Doing our thang. I thought the jump

to QonoS would be the last time in a long time.

Whats wrong?

I saw Hugh in the network.

What? You mean, after he... after he died?

Yes. When I was trapped there,

he comforted me.

He pushed me to escape when I was ready to give up.

Discovery

out of the Terran universe, Tilly.

He saved us all.

I...

I-I know how this sounds.

At first, I told myself it was a fabrication of my own mind

culled from my memories by the mycelia,

but since then, Im not so sure.

I didnt see him

the last time I jumped,

but knowing its a possibility...

I would think that possibility would make you happy.

Astromycology has taught me

that nothing is ever truly gone.

Fungi are the universes recyclers.

This is how termination begets creation.

Its why life is eternal.

And my place is on this side of that cycle.

If I return to the network and see him again...

PIKE We good to go, Mr. Stamets?

MALE All personnel, prepare for black alert.

This is not a drill.

Repeat, this is not a drill.

Spore drive is on line.

Spore drive is ready, Captain.

Questions or concerns

before we depart, Captain?

If youre telling me that this ship

can skip across the universe on a highway made of mushrooms,

I kind of have to go on faith.

Be bold.

Be brave.

Be courageous. Black alert.

All personnel, black alert.

Lets jump.

You never forget your first, sir.

Ah.

Commander Stamets...

Not now, Tilly.

Theres no sign of the signal.

Are we where were supposed to be?

Affirmative.

Report.

Class-M planet.

No power signatures or starships

in the area.

No one scanning us from the surface.

Wait, I detect human life signs.

No humans have settled this far out in the Beta Quadrant.

Captain, Im picking up a transmission

from the surface.

Send it through, Bryce.

Were under attack! Were holed up inside.

A few hundred souls: men, women and children.

Red alert. Ready photon torpedoes.

Are you sure theres nobody else out there?

Were alone, Captain.

Pinpoint the distress call. Show me where its coming from.

Enhance.

They do not seem to be in any sort of distress, Captain.

Can you trace any warp signatures

or starships near the planet?

Not a single one.

I can, however, confirm that,

based on audiophonic degradation,

the transmission has been broadcasting on a loop for...

200 years.

Thats before warp was even invented.

Somebody want to tell me how they got here?

♪

♪

♪

(original

Star Trek

theme plays)

The arrival of those people on the planet directly coincides

with World War III on Earth-

a nuclear cataclysm that left 600 million dead

and governments destroyed.

The broadcast frequency from the surface is obsolete,

too weak for interstellar communication.

Its all coming from this structure here.

Its a church, Burnham.

Yes, sir.

Theyre speaking

Federation Standard.

They had to have a starship to get out this far.

Hell, the only way we got here was by using a spore drive.

Yet with the roughly 11,000 people,

spread over ten settlements across the planet,

there is no ship or power signature to speak of.

They dont even use electricity.

Since their society

is pre-warp, we have to assume General Order 1 applies.

Why did that

second signal want us to come here?

As science officer, I would advise restraint

in ascribing motivation to what are now simply

unidentifiable energy bursts.

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio..."

I know my Shakespeare, Captain.

Are you suggesting that some kind of divine intervention

put those people on the planet?

I assume youre familiar with Clarkes Third Law?

Yes.

In the 20th century, Arthur C. Clarke said that

"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable

from magic."

The law was debated

by scientists and theologians alike,

and later reinterpreted to say:

"Any sufficiently advanced

extraterrestrial intelligence is indistinguishable from God."

I have no idea

how or why theyre here,

but I highly doubt its by accident.

Certainly a bold interpretation, sir.

What else do we know about the planet?

It is surprisingly Earth-like.

However,

the interweaving orbital rings

are comprised of radioactive debris.

Quite unlike anything weve ever seen before.

Figuring out how these people got there may shed some light

on the nature of the signals themselves.

Whos best suited to come with us to the surface, Burnham?

Lieutenant Owosekun.

She grew up in a Luddite collective on Earth.

Shell know how to embed, per General Order 1.

Brief her and lets move.

Your personal shielding is phase-locked

with the gravity simulator.

Any change in this gravimetric stability will result in...

Boom.

Confirmed.

As theorized, there are periodic concentrations of

metreon particles.

Yeah. Here looks promising.

Okeydokey.

Activating laser core sampler

and corresponding internal artificial grav.

And according to my calculations,

one cubic centimeter of

metreon-charged asteroid weighs in

at a portly one point five metric tons.

Metreon fluctuation detected.

Adjust grav sim.

Project termination advised.

Not yet.

Metreon-charged dark matter is our only lead

in finding a new spore-drive interface,

and Commander Stamets needs this.

Got it.

Secure sample.

Hello, gorgeous.

Alert. Energy discharge

of unknown origin detected in main shuttle bay. Engineer...

No life signs inside.

Set phasers to stun.

Keep em handy but out of sight.

Have either of you ever been in a church?

No. My family are

non-believers.

Im familiar with the texts of Earths religions.

All right. Lets find out

who these people are and why theyre calling for help.

This glass is two centuries old.

It represents not just Christianity, but

Judaism, Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism,

Shinto and Wicca.

The distress call is coming from beneath us.

Ill look for the basement.

"For those who live the old way burn.

"Those who

sin against us shall be cut down by our gods."

Thats light and welcoming.

"When those who believe in our signs come to thee,

say, Peace be upon you."

Anthropologically speaking,

it appears that they cobbled together a religion

based on the primary faiths of Earth.

This book is some sort of new scripture.

It might be their historical record. Ill scan the text.

Or we could look at the pictures.

That was the original purpose for a window like this.

To teach the gospel to those who couldnt read.

Why arent you in the fields?

Were not from here.

Uh, my name is Christopher.

This is Michael and Joanne.

Is this your first time in New Eden?

Yes.

Were from the north.

The All-Mother

will want to see you.

We welcome our new friends from the northern territory

and pledge gratitude to our Creators

for their love and deliverance to New Eden

on our planet Terralysium.

Tonight, on the harvest moon, we remember

that over 200 years ago, in 2053,

the First Saved, soldiers and civilians among them,

took cover in the white church

from the devastation of World War III.

Jets overhead dropped nuclear bombs.

Our ancestors knew death was coming,

but just before the explosions,

an angel appeared to them,

surrounded by pillars

of fire, and delivered our church

and those taking shelter in it

here to Terralysium.

They awoke here and founded New Eden.

But who should they thank for this salvation?

Which God?

There were so many faiths among them,

how would they solve such a quandary?

By combining all religions into one.

Say my religion is science.

Has anyone used it to find an alternate answer

to how our ancestors got here?

How, without the proper technology?

All weve got are decaying relics

that came with the First Saved.

For years, Jacob and Rose

have tried to get the church lights back on.

Since the battery units died, and the windows went dark,

pilgrimages to our shrine have dwindled.

Still, there must be some rational theories

about how the church was transported here.

A camera attached to a soldiers helmet exists

from that time, but

its broken.

We have no need for proof.

We are guided by

the existence of something greater than ourselves-

our faith.

Its getting late.

Were setting out early tomorrow.

Would you mind if we take shelter in your church?

Of course not.

Thank you for the fellowship.

Peace be with you.

And also with you.

Tilly?

Tilly, wake up.

What? Where am I?

Dont worry.

Theyre helping you.

I was there when you got hurt.

It was so scary. I thought I lost you.

Oh, you shouldnt do that. Oh, no.

Help! Whats going on?

Ensign Tilly, dissecting

a highly unstable interstellar asteroid by yourself?

This lapse in judgment put your shipmates at risk

and nearly got you killed.

Will you corroborate that, Dr. Pollard?

Hes correct. Almost dead. You.

But youre gonna be okay.

Sorry, sir. I was trying to help Commander Stamets.

I do not see how one leads to the other.

I took an asteroid sample in the hopes

that I could design a coherent resonator

to work with the spores instead.

Essentially building

a dark-matter navigational interface

so that Commander Stamets will no longer have

to interface with the spore drive?

Before we can care for others, we must care for ourselves.

Has this jeopardized my placement

in the Command Training Program?

It has not, as long as it is not an indicator

of more reckless behavior.

You are the youngest candidate ever accepted into the CTP.

Being the only Kelpien in Starfleet,

I know how it feels to want to prove your worth.

I was so determined to be a good example of my race,

I learned 90 different Federation languages.

Fluently?

My point is,

I put an inordinate amount of responsibility

on these slender shoulders, often to my detriment.

I expect you

to take better care.

You are important.

Mr. Saru

to the bridge immediately.

Report.

Sensors detecting a massive spike

of ionizing radiation in the upper atmosphere.

Theres been a disruption in the gravitational stability

of the planets outermost ring.

This could relate to the signals.

Radioactive particles from the ring are on the way

to the planets surface.

Levels?

Bad.

Bad?

Really bad. In 64 minutes,

the radiation will reach the upper atmosphere, causing...

an extinction level event.

Um...

tell transporters

to stand by.

Bryce, please contact the captain.

Not possible, sir.

The radiations interfering with our communication.

We wont be able to transport either.

Shall I send a shuttle to get them, sir?

No. The shuttles ionized carbon exhaust

will create a runaway positive feedback loop

that will accelerate the particles arrival.

I heard there was a problem.

Happy to have you, as always, Mr. Stamets,

especially now.

Its highly unlikely

that they can see the outer ring from the planets surface.

Theyll never know whats coming until it hits.

Time? 62 minutes

before nuclear winter becomes irreversible.

If we were

brought here,

perhaps this is why.

We are responsible

not only to our landing party

but to every living being on that planet.

Discovery

will not allow a catastrophe on her watch.

Clock is ticking.

Let us get to work.

Clearly, that distress beacon has been broadcasting

without these people even knowing it.

Well turn it off so no one else disturbs this place

and then beam out.

I isolated the distress beacon signal.

Its coming from down here.

Lets hope that helmet cameras here, too.

Im sorry, sir.

You cant be suggesting that we leave them here.

Find that beacon, please,

Owosekun.

Before we transported down,

you said you had a hunch

the signal we were following was leading us to a rescue mission.

No one needs rescuing, Burnham.

This place

really is a new Eden.

Amesha and the others are kin to us.

They deserve to be reintegrated into modern society.

By their own account, they left Earth in 2053.

They did not use a starship. That makes them pre-warp,

subject to General Order 1.

We cannot interfere with their natural development.

But they believe Earth and the human race were destroyed.

Theyre wrong.

Worse, the faith they cling to is a lie.

Can you prove that?

What I will prove

is that none of this happened because of some miracle.

Got it!

The batterys dead,

but...

This is strange.

Someone jury-rigged it to continue transmitting

the distress call.

And you answered.

There were scientists among the First Saved, too.

My family. For generations, we tended to that beacon.

No one else knew it was here, and you found it

with that incredible device.

My ancestors were right, werent they?

The Earth wasnt destroyed.

Mankind evolved.

Jacob...

...this-this device, this has- its always been

in my family. Its for navigation.

Since the other day,

when the red burst appeared in the sky, I knew you were coming.

That was the light from your ship, right?

Your hands, your skin,

unravaged by the labor we do here.

Youre not from Terralysium.

I can see the truth in your eyes.

Jacob, listen to me.

You are mistaken.

No, Im not.

I have been waiting for this day for a long time.

For our true salvation.

Lets go.

Were sorry for trespassing.

No, wait, wait, no. Dont go. Wait.

Wait! Stop!

Ah. Its locked.

If its just a slide bolt,

I can use a magnet to get us out.

Our utility bags are gone.

Jacob must have taken all of our tech.

To prove his case to the others, no doubt.

Ah-ha. Got it.

Yep. I can feel it...

God or no God, we are still bound by General Order 1.

You will not break cover under any circumstances.

Do you both understand?

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

If "X" doesnt work, try "Y."

If "Y" doesnt work, try "Z."

If "Z" doesnt work, try drowning your ineptitude

in a Risan mai tai.

Where the hell is Burnham?

I need her to, like, be here and "yes and..." me.

Can I help you with something?

Yes. Yes, thank you.

Im-Im supposed to be on bed rest,

but that is practically an affront to my very existence,

cause the ships on high alert,

the captain, Burnham, Owo,

not to mention an entire planet, might be nuked,

and that is not happening.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Youre May, right? Am I talking too fast?

Im problem solving. Ive had espressos.

In sickbay?

Yeah.

Lives are at stake.

Its always better to ask

for forgiveness than permission.

Exactly. Ive been trying to figure out a way

to stop the downflow of radioactive debris,

and then it occurred to me if we could target the source

of the debris...

The ring itself.

Yes.

Thank you. We could- We could pull the debris

away from the planet.

And then, were alive.

And alive is optimal.

Ive been running models using a tractor beam, but...

Discovery

wouldnt be able to generate

graviton beams powerful enough

to change the course of the debris field.

You read my mind.

Your mind is so much fun.

If only there were

something on this ship that could generate

a massive gravitational field.

The asteroid. Dark matter. In the shuttlebay.

Its-its-its...

A little, tiny piece of it destroyed an entire table.

It was awesome. Youre a genius.

No, youre a genius.

The rings radioactive wave will hit the planet

in four minutes, 32 seconds.

What if we throw all auxiliary power to phasers?

Destroy the radioactive debris

before it reaches the lower atmosphere.

That would only give it a greater concentration.

I got it!

I got it, I got it.

Ensign Tilly, how many times in a single day

must we have this conversation?

No, no, please, please, sir, just-just hear me out, okay?

The dark-matter asteroid, all right, its massive.

And the more mass an object has,

the greater its gravitational pull, right?

You-you know this.

Can I just, um, scooch in there? Thank you. Yeah.

So, if we launch the dark-matter asteroid from the shuttlebay

on just the right trajectory,

its gravity will pull the radioactive debris

away from the planet like a, uh, invisible magnet.

See?

For the asteroid to exit at the correct angle,

I would have to execute a sustained circular drift.

A donut.

You would be doing a donut in a starship.

Thats true.

Is this possible?

Yes. Except no.

Wed have to launch the asteroid from within the center

of the rings debris field.

There is no way I can pilot us from in there.

I can.

We could jump.

You have exactly

two minutes, 11 seconds before the wave

of radioactive debris crosses the point of no return.

Run, Mr. Stamets.

Tell Engineering to ready the spore drive.

The visitors are from the first Earth.

They brought amazing things:

communication devices,

scientific-data collectors.

Look inside. Youll believe.

What happened to "Thou shalt not steal"?

I just want her to see the truth.

The truth is that he attacked us.

He violated everything that the Faith holds dear.

You give us back what you took,

and well leave.

Listen to me.

They came on a starship.

They can take us back home.

We can experience the real Earth.

This is your home.

You are living by the corrupt way of the old Earth, Jacob.

Youre the scientist.

Tell her Im right.

Look.

Captain! No!

No!

Hes dying.

Save him. With your technology, I know you can.

We-we need to get him to the church

and pray for another deliverance.

Yes, okay.

STAMETS Bridge, we are ready to jump.

And are you ready, Lieutenant?

Had my pilots license since 12, sir.

Black alert.

Airiam... now.

Detmer!

Initiating donut maneuver, sir.

♪

Its working, sir.

Let us get our landing party. Now.

Wait, wait, no. Let me in!

Jacob, no. Jacob!

The gods have answered our prayer.

The angel returned to save them.

Transport confirms all are on board.

The asteroid successfully diverted all the debris

from the planets atmosphere.

Yes!

Perhaps you should

disobey my direct orders more often, Ensign.

No, I think your orders are probably really good.

I need to pass out now.

Do you need assistance?

No, Im good. Im just...

straight to bed.

Way to go, Stilly.

Stilly?

Wait, are you...?

Welcome back, Captain.

You made it. But your ribs,

theyre gonna feel like the xylophone

in a Klingon marching band.

Consider yourself lucky to be alive.

Musk Junior High School, Class of 2247.

Signatures page.

Name: May something.

Stilly, what the heck?

Youre moving again?

Its only been six months.

Youre the nicest person Ive ever met at this awful school.

Ill miss our lunches.

They were like little earthquakes.

"Bounce, bounce, bounce."

Please, stay in touch. Love, May Ahearn.

Ahearn.

Knew it.

Computer, locate quarters for "Ahearn, May."

Ships manifest has no such name.

Computer, search Federation database

for the whereabouts of "Ahearn, May,"

originally from San Francisco, California, Earth.

Working. "Ahearn, May Theresa."

Born April 30, 2236.

Deceased June 9, 2252.

Come.

You wanted to see me?

Yes. And dont make me laugh.

Fortunately for you, I was raised on Vulcan.

We dont do funny.

Maybe I should just shut up.

I wanted to thank you

for following orders and maintaining our cover

despite your captains impairment.

And by impairment,

I-I mean having a phaser go off in my chest.

Well, sir, I learned the hard way

what not following orders can lead to.

In fact,

you asked earlier if there was anything I ought to tell you.

There is, and I didnt.

The angelic being

they worship on Terralysium, it appeared to me,

on the asteroid.

Why didnt you say anything?

I was injured. I thought I was hallucinating.

That cant be a coincidence.

Two signals, two angel sightings.

With all due respect, sir, the word "angel"

does carry with it certain implications.

I saw a form.

It hovered above me, and it was...

to be completely honest, quite beautiful.

But beyond that,

I wouldnt ascribe to it divine properties.

Those people in New Eden do.

And they would find your experience

to be quite a revelation.

Is that how you see it, sir? As a revelation?

At the very least,

this new information creates more context.

And the context can alter our perspective.

Well, what about Jacob?

Isnt he entitled to a little context?

He knows in his heart who and what we are.

And we chose to lie to him.

We have the power to help him solve a mystery

thats plagued his family for 200 years.

We could alter his

perspective.

Look, I feel for the guy, too.

But even angels are no excuse for violating General Order 1.

Yeah, well, I have a better excuse: his helmet camera.

Jacob said it recorded whatever was in that church

the day they were taken.

And as I see it, sir, the urgency of our mission

directly contradicts Starfleets first rule.

To serve one goal, the other has to be sacrificed.

But thats a choice only a captain can make.

I lied.

To protect the others from the truth.

The truth is... you were right about us.

I-I know what its like to live with doubt,

and I guess I-I didnt want that for you.

Howd you get here?

Beam of light?

Yes, actually.

Its called a transporter.

It converts a-a person or an object into an energy pattern,

then "beams" it to a target,

where its eventually reconverted back into matter.

Do you have a ship?

Do you, uh, fly among the stars?

Yeah.

And...

Earth?

Well, were-were part

of a galactic federation now,

dedicated to peace, exploration and protecting places

such as your planet.

Jacob,

we cannot intervene.

Your society has to evolve

in its own way.

My entire family spent

their whole lives hoping to get a confirmation

that what we believed was true.

And you...

gave me that answer.

Something none of them ever got.

And that is enough for me.

Thank you. Because of you,

were not lost anymore.

How about this power cell,

with a very long lifespan, in exchange

for a soldiers broken camera circa 2053?

I hope we meet again, Jacob.

I know we will.

You might want to stand back.

Pike to

Discovery, one to transport.

Okay...

MAN Were under attack!

Holed up inside. A few hundred souls: men, women and children.

Wait...

Somethings happening...

Take cover! Protect the young!

Oh! Blinding light!

Oh, my gosh!

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