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Previously on Star Trek: Discovery...

BURNHAM:

With the

Enterprise in Spacedock,

Captain Pike and

mission

to find any rational explanation

for the seven signals continues to escape me.

And with it, perhaps, any chance

of a relationship with my brother Spock.

Computer, show me Starfleets rendering of the seven signals.

Spock drew these signals

two months before they appeared to us.

Its damn near identical.

Amanda?

I stole Spocks medical file.

Ive been waiting for an update on my officer, Spock.

Your guy is wanted for murder.

Killed three of his doctors, then fled the starbase.

I thought that he had left it in the past,

but its back.

What is it?

Your brother called it the Red Angel.

That vision changed him forever.

It wasnt because of a vision.

It was because of me.

What did you do?

I will find him.

No.

I will.

Got it.

After the dark matter hit me...

Its me.

...I started to see a ghost.

Her name was May, but shes dead.

Tilly.

I am losing it, Michael.

You dont need sickbay.

You need Stamets.

We should have results

in one second.

There he is.

Thats the captain. Thats where he flies.

Just as I suspected.

You are hosting a eukaryotic organism.

A fungus?

This might hurt a bit.

Security breach by unknown alien species in Engineering.

Engage quarantine protocol Alpha-Omega.

Energize.

Teleporter incoming.

Captain.

Welcome aboard

Discovery, Number One.

The failures cascaded through all our primaries.

Helm, nav, both impulse and warp drive. Chief Louvier

has an engineering team working round the clock.

I dont think

Enterprise

will ever have a chief engineer

more in love with his ship.

Apparently, Enterprise

is the only ship

in the fleet thats had any problems.

You know, he warned me.

The damn holographic comm system.

Tell Louvier to rip out the entire system.

From now on well communicate

using good, old-fashioned viewscreens.

Truth is I never liked the holograms.

They look too much like ghosts.

He told you Id say that.

No. I told him.

Cheeseburger. Fries.

Habanero sauce.

You want to order some lighter fluid with that?

That goes with the shake.

Sorry to keep you in Spacedock.

Ive made use of the time, Captain.

Youve been looking into the allegations against Spock.

Its hard to comprehend, let alone believe,

that he murdered three people

at the psychiatric facility on Starbase Five.

Hows the crew taking it?

They dont know the details.

Only that hes in trouble.

Theres something else.

Tell me.

Starfleets classified his case Level One.

Line officers dont usually warrant that kind of scrutiny.

Its unprecedented. Which is why Ive done a little digging.

Sanctioned?

Better you dont know the answer to that.

Before I look at that,

I need to know why you saw fit to detour Federation protocols.

Something about this investigation isnt adding up.

Im not letting him go without a fight.

As usual, we agree.

MALE OFFICER Captain Pike to the ready room.

Im late for a briefing. Im glad you came.

Im sorry you cant stay longer.

Next time.

Be careful, Captain.

You, too, Number One.

We should give it a name.

Other than May.

I know it looks like a blob,

but this is one of the most sophisticated life-forms

Ive ever encountered.

It has sentience, intention.

Tilly, the mycelial network doesnt just connect life.

It contains it.

Its an incubator.

You mean, like, um... like a home?

Ive been wondering why it appeared to me as May,

which got me thinking about the real May

that I met when I was, um, 14.

I was, um... I was a weird kid.

You know? Like, not a lot of friends

and nobody who really believed in me, including me.

But... she did.

She wanted to connect to me, and she tried so hard.

But I dont really think

I was the friend to her that she needed.

Im certain

you were much kinder than you give yourself credit for.

You always are.

Thank you, but...

I didnt even know she died.

I feel like I took her for granted.

That girl who thought I was special.

Oh!

Ive cross-referenced what were calling the Red Angel

with all known winged

and avian life-forms in the Federation.

So far, Ive found nothing.

Sorry.

The universal translator sometimes has trouble

reconfiguring my lingual clicks and pops.

My answer to you was, "Nothing in the known universe."

Which might suggest its not a species.

Maybe one of a kind.

A mutation.

Well, whatever it is, figuring out how its connected

to these signals will help us identify it.

If only we knew what it needs.

Commander Nhan, USS

Enterprise.

Glad to be here.

Welcome back aboard.

Could you pass the salt?

Commander Saru,

can you shed any light?

My apologies.

I woke up this morning fighting

an acute rhinovirus.

So you have a cold.

I had a cold last week, which sucked.

Saurian. Six nasal canals.

It happens to the best of us, Linus.

Everyone to your stations. Detmer, set a course

for 108 mark four. Maximum warp.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Saru, you look like hell.

Youve been burning the candle at both ends lately.

Go get some rest.

As you wish, sir.

Burnham. A word.

I understand your first officer is on her way to Spacedock.

Was her visit informative?

Number One is very resourceful.

People have a tendency to end up owing her favors.

She uncovered

some classified information

on Starbase Five.

That is the warp signature of the shuttle

that Spock stole from the psychiatric facility.

I put us on an intercept course.

We should reach his position in the next few hours.

S-Sir,

after everything thats happened,

I need to excuse myself from seeing Spock.

Not sure I follow.

I dont want to make things worse for him.

Hes a fugitive, whatever the circumstances.

And as Amanda suggested...

Im probably the last person

who should insert themselves into this problem.

I disagree.

He is lost, Captain.

You are better suited to help him.

Ive thought this through.

Please, trust me.

My abiding trust in you

doesnt eclipse the mission at hand.

Facing whatever happened to Spock,

its not gonna be easy for any of us.

Reaching him has to be the priority.

Detmer, status?

Something has grabbed us out of warp, sir.

Speed dropping to sub-light.

Helm going unresponsive.

Shields up.

Red alert. Owosekun,

are we talking tractor beam?

More powerful than that, sir.

Im unable to raise shields.

Preliminary analysis indicates a multiphasic stasis field.

Its disrupting our shield harmonics.

Were at a full stop, sir.

Whatever has us, w-were locked into place.

Like a damn fly in a web.

And there is the spider.

♪

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(original

Star Trek

theme plays)

BURNHAM:

Starfleet has never encountered anything like it.

565 kilometers in diameter

with a mass of 6.39 x 10 to the 20th power kilograms.

It melds organic and nonliving matter.

Its also ancient.

Initial scans put it at 100,000 years old.

"Organic"?

Are you saying its some kind of a life-form?

Maybe it is a damn spider. I hate spiders.

It is premature to assign

any anthropomorphic distinction or intent.

As of yet, it hasnt responded to any hails.

But there is this.

The sphere is vibrating.

The computer extrapolated what it might sound like

based on the surrounding ambient radiation.

Well, it has my ship,

and I dont know what in the hell it wants.

Communicate with it or disable it. And quickly, please.

Captain Pike.

Saru.

Confirmed.

Did it work?

Yes. I can understand you.

I still cant read my controls.

I think this is Tau Cetian.

Am I the only one who bothered to learn a foreign language?

I have localized

the backup bridge translator.

For the time being,

everyone who speaks Earth English can communicate.

The rest of the crew and Discoverys

computer are another matter.

The bridge may be temporarily fixed, but the virus will continue

spreading through our comms system.

I can try purging it

from the translators main interface.

We have to be able to talk to the computer

and the rest of the crew to have any chance

of breaking free from that sphere. Do it.

Yes, sir.

Ill go. You should stay and monitor bridge stations.

I have placed all systems on... automatic.

And given our current circumstances,

you will need a translator just to operate the turbolift.

Are you sure you can do this?

We are wasting time.

Weve run a full diagnostic, Captain,

and this section remains unaffected by the virus.

I will update you if anything changes.

Thank you, Ensign.

If we cant fly this thing, Commander,

we may have to jump away.

The spore drive will be ready, sir.

Bring the drive online,

and then well couple the shunts to me,

in case weve got to skedaddle.

♪ Da, da, da, da, da, da. ♪

The universal translator for this section is

no más.

Can I... help you?

Uh, unless you can reroute the plasma regulator

to silo off the relay junction, then,

uh, no.

Youre, um...?

Jett Reno, from the

Hiawatha.

I hitched a ride off that asteroid.

Chief engineer sent me to firewall off

the critical propulsion systems.

I didnt realize a greenhouse

could be "critical" or

"propulsive,"

but, hmm, what do I know?

Im just a gearhead, not a farmer.

A... farmer.

Oh, please, let us know what you think, because we care.

You should. Antimatter and dilithium

might be old-school, but they dont let you down.

Why soar when you can crawl?

You dont know me, Doc. Im un-insultable.

Especially by a guy who thinks he can run a ship

on mushrooms that I pick off my pizza.

Spores are clean, renewable.

Yeah, do they come with house dressing?

Do you have any idea how many planets

have been ruined by dilithium mining?

How many battles were fought

to corner its supply? Of course you dont.

Youre one of those people who never even consider it.

And youre one of those people that does the ha-ha jokey thing

and then gets all huffy and in high dudgeon

when you cant think of a comeback.

Do you have gum?

Grape. I...

You know, it was only a couple centuries ago that

the Earth nearly choked to death on pollution.

Then we all woke up, and within a generation,

everything from a truck to a toaster...

Do you want... Sorry. Sorry

...was covered in solar panels.

Yesterdays solar panels are todays fungi.

Hmm. I can fix stuff

with duct tape, if you want.

Do you think May had anything to do with the sphere?

What a giant entity from our universe

and a mycelial species from the network?

Well, they have as much in common

as me and that grease monkey.

I could fix that analogy with duct tape, too.

Burnham to bridge. The universal translator

is back up and running ship-wide on all systems.

Saru! What is going on?

This is not just a cold.

No, it is not.

Whats that hum?

Get down!

Okay, theres more where that came from.

Weve got a hundred- giga-electron volts

surging through the local relays.

Computers isolated the compartment

in order to contain the damage.

Weve still got our life support.

Yeah, but... it could kill us.

If our oxygen ignites, well cook like french fries.

Well, we could divert the power to act like a...

a-a lightning arrestor.

We could use the door

as a ground.

Then the surge would dissipate through the frame

of the ship. The question is,

how do we conduct the surge from there to there?

No, a gas could, once it ionizes.

I infuse the spores with an argon-xenon mixture

to slow decay.

We could link up the canisters

to contain the gas, our version of a lightning rod.

Thats actually not a stupid idea.

Its my version of the house dressing,

but it saves your life. Huh.

Bridge. What happened?

Did the sphere fire on us?

Negative.

EPS conduits are overloading.

Systems are going haywire.

The virus is spreading.

What is happening to the ship?

We... have to get to the bridge.

No, no, no, no, no.

Right now we got to get you to sickbay.

Gas her up.

Gas transference at 100%.

Youre gonna do that manually?

Uh, yeah, cause obviously youre not.

Flick the switch.

Are you okay?

I feel like Ive been hit by lightning

for the second time this week.

Reno?

Reno? Reno, are you all right?

Weird... dream.

I was playing drums for Prince,

and there were doves and a parade.

Okeydoke.

Wait.

Its gone.

Tilly!

She wont let...

she wont let go!

She wont let go.

Whats happening to him?

Im hoping Dr. Pollard can tell us.

Well, comms is down, so I need to see what the situation is

in sickbay, anyway.

Triage plasma burns on level one.

Send non-critical to sickbay two.

Doctor.

Bring him here.

Elevated heart rate,

spiking adrenal levels,

increased neural activity.

The pain would render the average humanoid unconscious.

What do we do about those?

Nothing. It is an effect of...

my condition.

Ocular discomfort?

No. Kelpiens can see far deeper

into th-the light spectrum than humans.

I keep seeing flashes of ultraviolet light,

invisible to you, but... quite the opposite

for me.

Are these symptoms

common among Kelpiens?

This is pointless. And the ship is being

further immobilized as we waste time.

There is no reason to believe the sphere is benevolent.

Now, please...

Commander.

Dr. Pollard is trying to help you.

Yes. It is unique to my people,

and it is terminal.

Are you certain?

I have never been more certain of anything in my life.

When I awoke

in discomfort this morning...

I hoped it was just... a passing cold.

But now I have to face the truth.

I do not understand why...

but I am beginning to think that

the sphere is... is triggering

the Kelpien biological process known as...

Vaharai.

It is the event that signals

when Kelpiens are ready to be...

culled for slaughter by... the Baul,

the predator species on my homeworld

of Kaminar.

But there are no Baul here.

It does not matter.

Kelpien ganglia only enflame

in this manner... as we near our end.

I am a...

a slave to my biology.

We are not gonna let you die.

There has to be something

that we can do.

There is not.

Kelpiens undergoing

Vaharai

either die in the culling

or... are driven to madness by the effects

of

Vaharai. Either way,

death is inevitable.

The mycelial entity has attached itself to Tilly.

Were trying to free her. Engineering to bridge.

Engineering to bridge. Come in.

Comms are down.

Along with most of the ship.

Dont feel bad.

I know you have to keep me in quarantine.

Orus.

I feel a little weird.

I should...

I should be terrified, but Im not.

May means me no harm.

Are you able to see May again?

How do you know this is benign?

May was scary, and she was clingy, and she,

like, never shut up, but...

she never hurt me.

She said she had a plan for me.

She said that I was her only chance.

Did you ever think she was manipulating you?

Thats what she said

you

were doing- she said that you...

you were trying to poison me against her.

Okay, if that thing wasnt freaking me out,

is.

The blob seems to be secreting a psilocybin hallucinogen

to influence her emotions.

So youre saying

shes on a bad trip?

Or maybe its just trying

to calm her down so she wont be scared.

Or so she wont fight back?

If Saru thinks that somehow the...

the sphere triggered

Vaharai,

maybe escaping its grip would stop whats happening to him.

The problem is freeing ourselves

before it destroys the ship.

If it wanted to destroy us, why the slow attack?

Its inefficient, right?

It must need something.

Its taking what it needs. Without the computer,

all our primary systems begin to fail, including the warp core.

The EPS grids unstable, and its cutting off

entire sections, including Engineering.

Life supports down to 60%, but whos counting?

It is not logical for a virus to kill its host.

Youre attaching a known medical diagnosis to an unknown entity.

There may be a way to...

slow the virus.

If we can analyze its properties,

we may be able to develop digital antibodies.

That could give us back enough control to break the ship free.

In theory, but it will be

a slow process, like...

army ants eating a water buffalo.

Im on it. Going to the science lab.

You will need my help.

Saru, Commander Burnham can handle this.

Theres no reason to risk your health any further.

I...

am dying, Captain...

but I am most certainly not... dead.

The antibodies

are s-slowing the viruss progress.

Life support at 47%.

You are wondering why I kept this from you.

You dont have to bear it alone.

How...

do I explain...

to the woman who has fought

over and over for the right to take her next breath

that I come from a race that submits?

Im your friend.

There will never be judgment between us.

Well, to my shame...

hiding is my nature.

I have learned multiple languages,

yet never shared my own,

fearful of revealing my own...

alienness.

May I...

request a favor?

Of course.

Anything.

I have kept detailed personal logs

since joining Starfleet.

I would ask you...

to officially catalogue them, so that when...

General Order 1 no longer applies to the Kelpiens...

they will know a journey like mine...

is possible.

It would be my privilege.

Did you record your life before Starfleet?

Uh, you might say my life began

when I was granted refugee status by the Federation.

While being processed at Starbase Seven...

...I saw for the first time

life-forms from across the universe,

some with less than I had,

yet, with a dream

of something better.

I listened.

Every story I heard...

...created... a space inside me

to feel more, to...

love

more.

I joined Starfleet

to help those in need

the way I was helped.

You are...

the most

empathic

soul...

I know.

There was just one...

painful caveat to my signing up.

I could never return home.

Why?

Oh.

More flashes of ultraviolet light.

They are... growing

in... strength and frequency.

Ill get something from sickbay.

No. No.

I will be fine.

The captain asked you

to return to the bridge as soon as possible.

I can continue the work here.

Spock is still at maximum warp, Captain.

If were stuck here much longer, were going to lose him.

Reallocate power from the transporters

to long-range sensors.

I dont want to lose contact with his shuttle.

Even with sensors at max, we wont be able

to track him for much longer.

Contact Engineering.

See if they can reroute impulse power to the deflectors.

If we can raise shields, we might be able

to disrupt the stasis field just enough to break free.

If so, can we jump away?

Negative, sir. We dont have enough power

to create the necessary hull cavitation.

Comms are still down in Engineering, sir.

Security protocols are also malfunctioning,

locking off parts of the ship.

How are we doing, Commander?

The digital antibodies are doing their job,

but progress is sluggish.

Im running out of options.

If we lose Spock, we lose any chance of protecting him.

Permission to go to Engineering.

We cant talk to them here, but maybe

I can help them get power to shields.

Permission granted.

Whats wrong?

The doors wont open,

and that thing reattached itself to Tilly.

Can you detach it?

I could cut it off. She wouldnt even lose a freckle.

Bad idea.

If its a symbiote, removing it might kill her.

Well, thanks for stopping by.

I came to see if we can find a way to boost power to shields.

No. With the systems fluctuating,

this section is partitioned off.

We cant get to the warp core.

Michael...

I feel really tired.

What is happening?

That blob is sending her

in and out of consciousness.

Why is it doing that to her?

Its not like we can ask it.

Actually, we can.

This is a harmonic interface.

It-it links my neurons to the mycelial network.

With modification,

it could link May to Tillys central nervous system.

Let May speak using Tillys mouth.

Wait. What did you say?

Were gonna talk to it.

We need it to tell us what it wants.

So do we.

The sphere- its been trying to tell us something,

and we havent been listening.

Well, damn, woman, go!

We got her.

Saru,

could the sphere be trying to talk to us?

Using the virus as a way to make first contact?

Yeah. Yes, of course. Ive been so blind.

The ultraviolet wavelengths are repeating, like...

like letters would in...

in a sentence... everywhere.

Okay, Saru. Saru, stop. Youre hurting yourself.

No, no. No.

You called me an "empathic soul,"

and it is true. My ganglia

respond to shifts in my environment,

like an early-warning system.

So it is... it is no coincidence

that I started feeling sick just before...

the sphere engaged us.

Why would...?

I know what it is trying to say.

Not first contact, Burnham.

Last

contact.

I think it came to us to die.

May?

Still me.

Signals piss-poor.

We need to amplify it.

Cortical implant.

What, youre talking about trepanation?

Drilling a hole in her skull? Yeah.

Are you gonna fix her up with duct tape after?

Maybe. Commander?

I think shes right.

And I think you think that, too.

Then we do this together.

This is all I had laying around.

Please tell me you have a laser scalpel.

No. Were gonna do this old-school.

We need to sterilize that drill bit.

First aid kits over there.

I was able to raise shields.

Weve gained some ground, but were still

being held by the stasis field.

Power levels coming and going, Captain.

Security reports two dozen crew still trapped below deck.

Life support failing.

Im reading an energy buildup from inside the sphere.

Spiking 10,000 degrees Kelvin and rising.

Is it powering up weapons?

Reading no identifiable weapons,

but its internal temperature is now 20,000 degrees Kelvin.

Divert all non-essential power to weapons.

Lock on that things radial axis and prepare

to fire photon torpedoes on my order.

Aye, sir. Arming torpedoes.

Captain, hold your fire.

I do not believe the sphere means us any harm.

All evidence to the contrary.

That things about to destroy us.

Its not destroying us, Captain.

Its trying to send us a message.

We received its message. Im about to send our reply.

Captain, what if

Vaharai, my death process,

was triggered because the sphere is also dying?

You want to run that by me again?

We Kelpiens have a defining trait

hard-wired into our DNA: empathy.

I can feel the sphere reaching out,

trying to share something before it expires.

Sir, I trust Sarus feelings implicitly.

That sphere didnt come to attack us.

Captain,

I believe I have discerned its means of communication.

Detmer, status on Spocks shuttle?

Exits our sensor range in six minutes.

Once we lose his warp signature,

we wont be able to reacquire it.

Set an intercept course.

I want us hauling ass the second we break free.

Aye, sir.

Keep talking and make it fast.

What if the sphere

was not attacking our universal translator,

but attempting to teach us

its

language

because it wants to be remembered,

to preserve its history

using

Discovery,

but it cannot unless we power down and let it in?

That thing snatched us out of warp and almost gutted the ship.

What if we lower shields,

and thats exactly what it needs to end us?

Computer, adjust viewscreen display

to ultraviolet.

That is the light pattern I have been seeing

everywhere, repeating again

and again, generated by the spheres virus.

Computer, run the light pattern

through the universal translator.

Captain, I believe we are looking

at a multitude of languages

so advanced, and knowledge so vast

that it simply overloaded our system.

This sphere is 100,000 years old.

Imagine what it knows, what its seen.

Captain, this falls under

Discoverys

original mission statement

as a science vessel.

Well, Ill be.

An amplified cortical implant.

Hey, kiddo.

Whats your favorite song?

What?

Your favorite song- sing it for me.

♪ Though Im past one hundred thousand miles ♪

♪ Im feeling very still

♪ And I think my spaceship knows which way to go ♪

♪ Tell my wife I love her very much ♪

♪ She knows.

May?

You wanted to talk to me?

Here I am.

What do you want? Who are you?

Im from a species known as the JahSepp.

We lived harmoniously until an alien intruder began to arrive

at random intervals,

ravaging our ecosystem irreparably.

So, you came for help to rid your species

of a destructive alien presence?

You

are the destructive alien presence.

The-the... the jumps?

Discoverys

jumps?

I broke through the confines of the network

to reach you, at great risk.

Risk? You infected my friend.

You dont belong inside of her.

You fly the ship from within the cube, I can reach you.

In Tilly, I found the memory of May Ahearn, someone I knew

shed be sympathetic to, if given a second chance.

Once she trusted May, I planned to persuade her

to deliver my message to you.

Oh, I can only ask for your forgiveness.

I knew better.

I

know

better.

Ill do whatever it takes to fix this.

All I ask is that you let Tilly go.

I cant.

I have other plans for her.

Wrong!

Oh. No!

Tilly!

The spheres

internal temperature is approaching

ten-to-the-sixth-power Kelvin and rising.

Our weapons will just disintegrate in that heat.

Solar temperatures.

A sign of core collapse.

Captain, if we are correct,

once the transmission is complete, the sphere can die

knowing that it will live on after it is gone.

We can choose to fulfill our part in its destiny,

or simply let it fade away unremembered.

Spocks shuttle is almost out of sensor range, sir.

Prepare to lower shields.

If this goes south, overload the warp core

and eject it at the sphere on my command.

Even at half the distance, the blast will decimate it.

When it lets go, we divert all power to shields

and try to ride the shock wave to a safe distance.

Assuming it doesnt vaporize us first.

If theres even half a chance youre correct,

Im bound by my oath and conscience

not to let it vanish forever.

Commanders, take your stations.

Ill follow your lead.

Lieutenant Detmer, lower shields.

Aye, sir. Shields down.

Bryce,

all channels open. Owosekun,

divert all computing resources to Communications.

Yes, Commander. Here goes nothing.

Transmission is downloading.

All library computers

are processing at 20% above maximum.

Whatever the sphere is saying, were getting all of it.

How long until it blows?

Seconds. Power

and energy levels are off the chart.

Detmer, can you put enough distance between us in time?

Negative, sir. Were still being locked by the stasis field.

Transmission complete.

Detmer, eject the warp core.

Computer controls not responding, sir.

Detonation confirmed.

Hard astern. Full impulse now.

Ah.

It is so beautiful.

The light is almost like... music.

Yes, it is.

Im at a loss as to how were still alive to see it.

The spheres stasis field reversed polarity

a nanosecond before detonation...

and pushed us clear.

Its final act was to save us

so we could tell its story.

Hand me the damn torch.

Tilly.

Breathe. Breathe, Tilly.

Breathe.

Breathe, breathe. Slow it down.

Breathe. Come on, youre okay.

Youre still you.

Tilly.

Slow. Shh.

Stamets to Burnham. We got Tilly.

Shes okay.

Now it is my turn.

Take me to my quarters, please.

I left home with a handful of seeds.

Is this from your homeworld?

It is the blossom that marks the...

the passing of seasons on Kaminar.

Somewhere along the way, I... I lost who I was.

So focused on being

the best Kelpien in Starfleet.

Defined by my rank

and uniform...

...until that is all I became.

You are wrong.

Look at what youve achieved.

You found yourself among the stars.

You found your bravery.

Your strength.

Youve saved so many lives, Saru.

Including mine.

It is time.

In that first drawer, you will find a Kelpien knife,

a keepsake I use to prune my flowers.

I need you

to... to sever my ganglia

and end my suffering.

I need your help

so that I can die now,

peacefully,

before the pain and madness overtakes me.

Thank you, Michael.

Do we have to do this?

Is it truly inevitable?

I am sorry.

I know how hard this is for you.

How many people youve already lost.

I would do it myself, but...

I am too weak.

After all this time...

...after everything that we have been through together...

...I realize now

that you are my family, Saru.

I feel the same...

about you.

You are the only one who knows me.

You replaced the sister I had on Kaminar.

Siranna.

That knife was hers.

I left her

without so much as a good-bye.

You promise me-

no matter how frightening or painful it may be-

promise me

you will

mend your relationship with Spock.

If you and I can build this type of bond,

Im certain you can do the same with him.

Please.

I promise.

Good-bye, Michael.

I love you, Saru.

Michael? What is wrong?

I-I bare... I barely touched it.

They fell out on their own.

I... I, uh...

dont understand.

I should be...

POLLARD:

Your vital signs have returned to normal.

How are you feeling?

I have never felt this way before.

Fear has always been the governing principle of my life.

But now...

it is gone.

More than that, I feel...

...power.

My own power.

Well,

consider yourself certified for duty, Commander.

Despite speaking 94 languages,

there are times when words are not enough.

Initial reports

are coming in from the science teams.

The sphere didnt just give us its language.

We have recorded everything it has seen and experienced

the last 100,000 years.

Its legacy.

And your legacy has a new chapter.

A new and deeply troubling one.

The Kelpien way of life

has always been oriented toward death

and the role the Baul play in it.

My people call it "The Great Balance."

It is our central, organizing truth.

But you proved it wrong.

Precisely.

And you asked me before why I could not go home.

It is because I made a promise to Captain Georgiou

to uphold General Order 1,

not to interfere with the destiny of my species.

But now,

knowing that what my people have accepted as the truth

is a lie?

What does this mean for us?

For my species?

My... my planet?

The war between the Quaternary star systems

and the Roquarri Imperium lasted a solar cent...

From the sphere?

The computers translation.

Its like weve found our galaxys Dead Sea Scrolls.

Federation scientists will be studying this for centuries

thanks to you and Saru.

I hope it was worth the cost.

Cost us nothing, sir.

I combed through the spheres sensor records

and found the last thing that it saw:

Spocks shuttle.

I was able to track it beyond our sensor range.

Conn,

Commander Burnham is sending you

the coordinates of Spocks shuttle.

Plot a course, and dont spare the horses.

Aye, sir.

From now on,

Ill work to keep you clear

about whatever happens with your brother.

Thank you, Captain, but I have had a change of heart.

I cant abandon him.

No matter the mistakes that Ive made,

I need my brother to know that I will always be there for him.

No matter what.

We need to close the door to the network.

Forever.

Just making final calculations.

Hi, hi. Hello? Hello? Its me.

Did you see that?

See what?

May.

She was there, and then she was gone.

Um...

...you might still be coming down off your hallucinogen.

No, I swear. I swear.

Yeah.

No, its natural to be paranoid

in your condition.

Something is not right.

Somethings not right.

Hello?

Tilly. Hello?

Tilly. Hello, hello...

Wow.

Have you always been a superior being?

MAY Hi. Hello? Hello?

Because...

the harmonics in your aura...

You know, I was thinking

the exact same thing about your aura.

Whats that dust on your face?

...dust on your face?

Its on yours, too.

STAMETS ...yours, too.

That tastes like...

Psilocybin?

It dosed us. It dosed us.

Slap me really hard.

Whyd I do that?

To get me focused enough to find the med kit.

I need to hit us both with a shot of impedrizine

so we can come down.

Now I need to give one to Tilly.

Wait a minute. Where is she?

Tilly?

Wait.

Oh, my God, they took her.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Tilly?

No!

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