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Previously on Star Trek: Discovery:

With the Enterprise in Spacedock,

Captain Pike and Discovery's 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 Starfleet's rendering
of the seven signals.

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

It's damn near identical.

Amanda.

I stole Spock's medical file.

I've 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 left it in the past,
but it's back.

- What is it?
- Your brother called it the Red Angel.

That vision changed him forever.

It wasn't 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...
- It's me!

...I started to see a ghost.

- Her name was May, but she's dead.
- Tilly!

I'm losing it, Michael.

You don't need sickbay.
You need Stamets.

We'll have results in one second.

There he is. That's the captain.
That's 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 around the clock.

I don't think Enterprise will ever have a
chief engineer more in love with a ship.

Apparently, Enterprise is the only ship
in the fleet that's had any problems.

You know, he warned me.
That damned holographic comms system.

Tell Louvier to rip out the system.

From now on, we'll communicate
using good-old-fashioned viewscreens.

Truth is, I never liked the holograms.
They look too much like ghosts.

Hmm.

- He told you I'd say that.
- No. I told him.

- Cheeseburger, fries, habanero sauce.
- Wanna order some lighter fluid with that?

That goes with the shake.

- Sorry to keep you in Spacedock.
- I've made use of the time, captain.

You've been looking into the allegations
against Spock.

It's hard to comprehend,
let alone believe,

that he murdered three people at the
psychiatric facility on Starbase 5.

How's the crew taking it?

They don't know the details,
only that he's in trouble.

There's something else.

Tell me.

Starfleet's classified his case Level 1.

Line officers don't usually warrant
that kind of scrutiny.

It's unprecedented,
which is why I've done a little digging.

- Sanctioned?
- Better you don't 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
isn't adding up.

- I'm not letting him go without a fight.
- As usual, we agree.

Captain Pike to the ready room.

I'm late for a briefing. Glad you came.
I'm sorry you can't 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 I've ever encountered.

It has sentience, intention.

Tilly, the mycelial network
doesn't just connect life.

It contains it. It's an incubator.

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

I've 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 don't think
I was the friend to her that she needed.

I'm certain you were much kinder
than you give yourself credit for.

You always are.

Thank you,
but I didn't even know she died.

I feel like I took her for granted,
that girl who thought I was special.

Oh!

I've cross-referenced
what we're calling the Red Angel

with all known winged and avian
life-forms in the Federation.

So far, I've 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 it's not a species,
maybe one of a kind.

A mutation?

Whatever it is, figuring out how
it's connected to these signals

- will help us identify it.
- If only we knew what it needs.

Commander Nhan, U.S.S. 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.
- Everyone to your stations.

Detmer, set a course for 108 mark 4,
maximum warp.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Saru, you look like hell.

You've been burning the candle
at both ends lately. 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 5.

That is the warp signature of
the shuttle that Spock stole

from the psychiatric facility.
I've put us on an intercept course.

We should reach his position
in the next few hours.

Sir... after everything that's happened,

I need to excuse myself
from seeing Spock.

I'm not sure I follow.

I don't wanna make things worse for him.

He's a fugitive,
whatever the circumstances.

And as Amanda suggested...

I'm probably the last person who should
insert themselves into this problem.

- I disagree.
- He is lost, captain.

You are better suited to help him.

I've thought this through.

Please... trust me.

My abiding trust in you
doesn't eclipse the mission at hand.

Facing whatever happened to Spock,
it's not gonna be easy for any of us.

Reaching him has to be the priority.

- Detmer, status?
- Something has grabbed us out of warp.

Speed dropping to sub-light,
helm going unresponsive.

Shields up, red alert.
Owosekun, are we talking tractor beam?

More powerful than that, sir.
I'm unable to raise shields.

Preliminary analysis indicates
a multiphasic stasis field.

- It's disrupting our shield harmonics.
- We're at a full stop, sir.

Whatever has us, we're
locked into place.

Like a damn fly in a web.

And there is the spider.

Starfleet has never encountered anything
like it. 565 kilometers in diameter

with a mass of 6.39
times ten to the 20th power kilograms.

It melds organic and non-living matter.

It's also ancient.

Initial scans put it
at 100,000 years old.

Organic? Are you saying
it's some kind of a life-form?

Maybe it is a spider. I hate spiders.

It is premature to assign any
anthropomorphic distinction or intent.

As of yet,
it hasn't 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 don't know what it wants.

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

I understand the stakes.

- We're working as fast as we can.
- Why are you speaking Klingon?

I can't read my console.
Is this Arabic?

My controls
have gone crazy. I can't read anything.

Kill those alarms.
What happened?

Universal translators
must be malfunctioning.

Captain Pike,
the sphere answered our hail.

And then this happened:

Anyone got any ideas?

Saru?

Welcome to the Tower of Babel.

You know more languages
than anyone on this ship.

Yes, 94.

The universal translator's
been invaded by a virus.

It's translating everything
into a different language.

I have eyes and ears, Burnham.

Computer, maintain helm stability

at 148 off axis.

Confirmed.

Confirmed.

- Did it work?
- Yes. I can understand you.

I still can't 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 Discovery's
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 main interface.

We have to be able to talk to the
computer and the crew to have any chance

of breaking free from that sphere.
Do it.

Yes, sir.

I'll 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.

We've run a full diagnostic, captain,
and this section remains unaffected.

- We'll update you if anything changes.
- Thank you, ensign.

If we can't fly this thing, commander,
we may have to jump away.

The spore drive will be ready, sir.

Bring the drive online,
and then we'll couple the shunts to me,

in case we've gotta skedaddle.

The universal translator
for this section is no más.

Can I help you?

Uh, unless you can re-route
the plasma regulator

to silo off the relay junction,
then, uh... no.

- You're, 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 didn't realize a greenhouse
could be critical or propulsive,

but what do I know?
I'm just a gearhead, not a farmer.

A farmer?

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

You should. Anti-matter and dilithium
might be old-school,

but they don't let you down.

Why soar when you can crawl?

You don't know me, doc.
I'm uninsultable.

Especially by a guy who thinks
he can run a ship on mushrooms

that I pick off my pizza.

- Spores are clean, renewable.
- 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? You don't.

You're one of those
who never even consider it.

And you're one of those people
that does a ha-ha jokey thing,

then gets all huffy and in high dudgeon
when you can't think of a comeback.

- Do you have gum?
- Grape. I...

It was 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.

Was covered in solar panels.

Yesterday's solar panels
are today's fungi.

Huh. 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?

They have as much in common as me
and that grease monkey.

I could fix that analogy
with duct tape, too.

I've isolated the communications system.

Ready to reinitialize?

Entering the reinitialization sequence.

Now.

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.

What's that hum?

Get down!

There's more where that came from.
We got a hundred giga-electron volts

surging through the local relays.

Computer's isolated the compartment
in order to contain the damage.

- We've still got our life support.
- Yeah, but it could kill us.

If our oxygen ignites,
we'll cook like french fries.

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

We could use the door as a ground.

And then the surge would dissipate
through the frame of the ship.

The question is, how do we conduct
the surge from there to there?

You know, 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.
- That's actually not a stupid idea.

It's my version of the house dressing,
but it saves your life.

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. We gotta get you to sickbay.

Gas her up!

- Gas transference at 100 percent.
- You're gonna do that manually?

Yeah, 'cause obviously, you're not.

Flick the switch!

Are you okay?

I feel like I've 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 beret.

Okey-doke.

Wait.

It's gone.

Tilly!

She won't let... She won't let go!

She won't let go!

What's happening to him?

- I'm 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
1. Send non-critical to Sickbay 2.

- 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 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's 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've 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
the sphere is triggering

the Kelpien biological process
known as Vahar'ai.

It is the event that signals
when Kelpiens are ready

to be culled for slaughter by the Ba'ul,

the predator species
on my homeworld of Kaminar.

But there are no Ba'ul here.

It does not matter.

Kelpien ganglia only enflame
in this manner as we near our end.

I am 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 Vahar'ai
either die in the culling,

or are driven to madness
by the effects of Vahar'ai.

Either way, death is inevitable.

The mycelial entity
has attached itself to Tilly.

We're trying to free her.
Engineering to Bridge.

Engineering to Bridge, come in.

- The comms are down.
- Along with most of the ship.

Don't feel bad. I know you
have to keep me in quarantine.

Or us.

I feel a little weird.

I should...
I should be terrified, but I'm 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?

That's what she said you were doing.

She said that you were trying
to poison me against her.

If that thing wasn't freaking me out,
she is.

The blob seems to be secreting
a psilocybin hallucinogen

- to influence her emotions.
- So, you're saying she's on a bad trip?

Or maybe it's trying to calm her down,
so she won't be scared.

Or so that she won't fight back.

If Saru thinks that somehow
the sphere triggered Vahar'ai,

escaping its grip would stop
what's happening to him.

The problem is freeing ourselves
before it destroys the ship.

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

It's inefficient, right?
It must need something.

It's taking what it needs.

Without the computer,
all our primary systems begin to fail,

including the warp core.

The EPS grid's unstable,
and it's cutting off entire sections,

including Engineering.

Life support's down to 60 percent,
but who's counting?

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

You're 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 enough control
to break the ship free.

In theory. But it will be a slow process,
like army ants eating a water buffalo.

- I'm on it. Going to the science lab.
- You will need my help.

Saru, Burnham can handle this.

There's no reason
to risk your health any further.

I am dying, captain.

But I am most certainly not dead.

The antibodies are slowing
the virus' progress.

Life support at 47 percent.

You are wondering
why I kept this from you.

You don't 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?

I'm 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 catalog them

so that when the 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?

You might say my life began...

when I was granted refugee status
by the Federation.

While being processed at Starbase 7...

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?

More flashes of ultraviolet light.

They are growing in strength
and frequency.

- I'll 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 at maximum warp.

If we're stuck here longer,
we'll lose him.

Reallocate power to long-range sensors.
Don't lose contact with his shuttle.

Even with sensors at max,
we won't be able to track him for long.

Contact Engineering. See if they can
re-route impulse power to the deflector.

If we can raise shields, we might be able
to disrupt the stasis field to break free.

- If so, can we jump away?
- Negative, sir.

We don't have enough power
to create the necessary hull cavitation.

Comms are still down in Engineering.

Security protocols also malfunctioning,
locking off parts of the ship.

How we doing, commander?

Digital antibodies are doing their job,
but progress is sluggish.

I'm running out of options.

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

Permission to go to Engineering.

We can't talk to them here, but I
can help them get power to shields.

Permission granted.

- What's wrong?
- The doors won't open,

and that thing reattached
itself to Tilly.

Can you detach it?

I could cut it off.
She wouldn't even lose a freckle.

Bad idea.

If it's 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.

With the systems fluctuating,
this section is partitioned off.

- We can't get to the warp core.
- Michael!

I'm really tired.

What's happening?

That blob is sending her
in and out of consciousness.

- Why is it doing that to her?
- It's not like we can ask it.

Actually, we can.

This is a harmonic interface.

It links my neurons
to the mycelial network.

With modification, it could link me
to Tilly's central nervous system.

Let May speak using Tilly's mouth.

- Wait, what did you say?
- We're gonna talk to it.

We need it to tell us what it wants.

So do we.

The sphere has been trying
to tell us something,

and we haven't 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?

Yes, of course. I've been so blind.

The ultraviolet wavelengths are repeating
like letters would in a sentence.

- Everywhere!
- Saru, stop. You're 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 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.

Signal's piss poor.
We need to amplify it.

Cortical implant.

- What, you're talking about trepanation?
- Drilling a hole in her skull, yeah.

Are you gonna fix her up
with duct tape after?

- Maybe.
- Commander, I think she's 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. We're gonna do this old school.
We need to sterilize that drill bit.

First aid kit's over there.

I was able to raise shields.
We've gained some ground,

but we're still being held
by the stasis field.

Power levels coming and going, captain.

Security reports two dozen crew trapped
below deck. Life support failing.

I'm 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's now
20,000 degrees Kelvin.

Divert all non-essential
power to weapons.

Lock on that thing's radial axis,
prepare to fire photon torpedoes.

- Aye, sir. Arming torpedoes.
- Captain, hold your fire!

I do not believe the sphere
means us any harm.

All evidence to the contrary.
That thing's about to destroy us.

It's not destroying us.
It's trying to send us a message.

We received it.
I'm about to send our reply.

Captain, what if Vahar'ai,
my death process,

was triggered because the sphere
is also dying?

You wanna run that by me again?

We Kelpiens have a defining trait
hardwired into our DNA. Empathy.

I can feel the sphere reaching out.

Trying to share something
before it expires.

Sir, I trust Saru's feelings implicitly.
That sphere didn't come to attack us.

Captain, I believe I have discerned
its means of communication.

- Detmer, status on Spock's shuttle?
- Exits our sensor range in six minutes.

Once we lose his warp signature,
we won't be able to reacquire it.

Set an intercept course. I want
us hauling ass when 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,

and 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 this ship.

What if we lower shields,
and that's 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 sphere's 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.

The sphere is 100,000 years old.

Imagine what it knows, what it's seen.

Captain, this falls under Discovery's
original mission statement

as a science vessel.

Well, I'll be,
an amplified cortical implant.

Hey, kiddo.

- What's your favorite song?
- What?

Your favorite song. Sing it for me.

May?

You wanted to talk to me?
Here I am.

What do you want? Who are you?

I'm 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 jumps?

Discovery's jumps?

I broke through the confines of the
network to reach you at great risk.

Risk? You infected my friend.
You don't belong inside of her.

You fly from within the cube.
I couldn't reach you.

In Tilly,
I found the memory of May Ahearn,

someone I knew she'd be sympathetic to
if given a second chance.

Once she trusted May,
I planned to persuade her

to deliver my message to you.

Well, I can only ask
for your forgiveness.

I knew better.

I know better.

I'll do whatever it takes to fix this.

- All I ask is that you let Tilly go.
- I can't.

I have other plans for her.

Wrong.

- No!
- No!

Tilly!

The sphere's temperature is approaching
ten to the 6th 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.

Spock's 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 ride the shockwave
to a safe distance.

Assuming it doesn't vaporize us first.

If there's even half a chance
you're correct,

I'm bound by my oath and conscience
not to let it vanish forever.

Commanders, take your stations.
I'll 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.

Our library computers are processing
at 20 percent above maximum.

- Whatever it says, we're getting it all.
- How long until it blows?

Seconds. Power and energy levels
are off the chart.

Detmer,
can you put enough distance in time?

Negative. We're 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!

It is so beautiful.

The light is almost like music.

Yes. It is.

I'm at a loss
as to how we're still alive to see it.

The sphere's 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.

Come here. Come on. You're okay.

You're still you.

Slow.

Stamets to Burnham, we got Tilly.
She's 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 passing of seasons on Kaminar.

Somewhere along the
way, 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 you've achieved.

You found yourself among the stars.

You found your bravery.

Your strength.

You 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 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 you've 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 goodbye.

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 could build
this type of bond,

I am certain you can
do the same with him.

Please?

I promise.

Goodbye, Michael.

I love you, Saru.

Michael, what is wrong?

I barely touched it.

They fell out on their own.

I... I don't understand.

I should be...

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
didn't 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 Ba'ul 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 planet?

The war between
the quaternary star systems

and the Roquar'ri Imperium
lasted a solar...

- From the sphere?
- The computer's translation.

It's like we found
our galaxy's 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 sphere's sensor records

and found the last thing that it saw.
Spock's shuttle.

I was able to track it
beyond our sensor range.

Conn, Commander Burnham is sending you
the coordinates of Spock's shuttle.

- Plot a course and don't spare the horses.
- Aye, sir.

From now on...

I'll work to keep you clear about
whatever happens with your brother.

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

I can't abandon him.

No matter the mistakes that I've 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. Hello? Hi. Hello? It's me!

Did you see that?

- See what?
- May.

She was there, and then she was gone.

Oh...

You might still be coming down
off your hallucinogen.

No, I swear. I swear.

Yeah. Well, it's natural to be paranoid
in your condition.

Something's not right.
Something's not right.

Hello?

Tilly! Tilly! Hello?

Wow, have you always been
a superior being?

Hello?

Because...

the harmonics in your aura...

You know, I was thinking
the exact same thing about your aura.

What's that dust on your face?

It's on yours, too.

- That tastes like...
- Psilocybin?

Psilocybin.

It dosed us. Dosed us.

Slap me really hard.

Why did 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, it took her. No, no, no!

Tilly?

No!