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Previously onStar Trek: Discovery...

So we're going to the Ninth Circle of Hell

to capture a Red Angel.

Michael, the Red Angel, it's you.

Your parents were killed because of me.

My father was a xenoanthropologist,

my mother was an astrophysicist.

They wouldn't have been involved in Section 31.

I was careless. I should have done more to protect your...

Every moment you work for Section 31,

you're announcing who you are.

I don't always agree with their tactics,

but I do believe in their mission.

The A.I. that infected Control,

we have to assume that it could reemerge

at any time.

Captain, if we're going to capture the Red Angel,

I have to be the bait.

Shutting down life support.

Now!

Mom?

X-ray analysis and GRB emission confirm

the supernova's imminent.

Now harnessing the energy for time crystal test nine beta.

Charge is at 70% and rising.

With any luck, we should be able

to make our first jump very soon.

Mom, dinner!

Did you know a star goes supernova

every second in the universe?

And it releases more energy in a few seconds

than our sun will in ten billion years?

I didn't.

Will Alpha Lupi go supernova soon?

Three days feels like forever.

The universe has its own way of telling time,

baby girl.

You were almost late for dinner.

Oh, we'll forgive her.

Very generous.

Is the crystal stable?

How'd your calculations turn out?

I'll have more than enough energy for initial trials.

Then we should celebrate. GABRIELLE: Yes, we should.

Michael's so fascinated by the supernova.

Peas in a pod.

I'm done for, by the time she's 12.

You and me both.

Come to the table, baby.

Uh, Mom?

There's a new light in the sky.

It's probably just a meteor, honey.

But it looks like it's landing.

Go, go, go!

Hide Michael, and secure the lab!

I'll buy us some time! Go!

Dad!

I need you to be brave.

Stay in here, don't make a sound.

It's gonna be okay.

Mommy?

I love you, baby girl.

Hey, hey. You're okay.

You're safe.

Welcome back, Commander.

You were dead from toxic asphyxiation for over a minute,

and you received a high dose of tachyon radiation.

That'll give anyone a headache.

How long was I out?

Five hours.

The Red Angel.

I thought I saw my...

It was me, though, right?

The bio-neural signature... CULBER: There are, um,

significant biological similarities

between, uh,

mothers and daughters.

Particularly the mitochondrial DNA.

What?

That was real?

Yes, Michael.

It's your mother.

No.

No, she died.

She died.

She-she died.

I heard...

And Leland, he...

She...

Where? I mean, where-where is...

She's being cared for down on Essof IV.

Easy, easy.

It's not safe for you to beam down.

Not until the effects of radiation poisoning dissipate.

I... I can't sit here.

Your mom's unconscious

but safe within the containment field.

Okay. How is this possible?

You must have a million questions. How could she survive?

Is my dad alive, too? I'm asking you

to be patient, Michael.

My mom has been dead since I was ten,

you're telling me she's actually alive.

How can you expect me to be patient?

You woke...

sooner than expected.

What did you find? And I see

you are yourself again.

Commander Stamets finished

scanning the Angel's exoskeleton.

It contains a data module with hundreds of mission logs,

which Ensign Tilly was able to download.

I believe these will be of interest.

How many entries?

841.

You're the one to assess.

See if you can find any answers

while we wait for your mother to wake up.

The room is sealed.

No one will hear you.

You're Control.

I am, in holographic form,

indistinguishable from any biological entity

I might choose to represent.

And how long do you think that will last?

They figured out Admiral Patar wasn't real.

There are 7,000 active ships in Starfleet,

all reliant on the chain of command.

That chain is unquestioned, unbroken,

unseen.

Every instruction, passed down through channels.

In time, even those who would not

follow my agenda knowingly... will.

What am I doing here?

When I eliminated Admiral Patar,

it was easier to simulate a Vulcan.

Airiam's augmentation allowed me a similar facade.

But flesh is a different matter.

There is an element of human nuance I have not yet mastered.

I require a face and a body

that will allow me more freedom to operate.

Your face. Your self.

Never.

I am my own man.

A man who has demonstrated with his every action

a willingness to operate

from several different truths simultaneously.

It has allowed you to make questionable moral decisions

while avoiding the destructive power of human guilt.

You believe in the ends more than the means.

That pattern of behavior

is useful to me.

Struggle... is pointless.

You won't win.

You joined Section 31 to keep a brutish universe

on its knees, Captain.

To maintain order by any means necessary.

Your evolution... our evolution...

Is not a desecration of that oath

but its very fulfillment.

Mommy.

We'll be okay, I know what to do.

I can get us out of here before they even arrive.

I'm jumping back just an hour.

Three, two, one!

950 years?

Where the hell am I?

Mission log 009.

Mike, Michael, I keep trying to get back to you,

but I can never manage to stay.

Mission log 027...

Mission log 039...

Mission log 042.

No matter how many times I go back in time,

I can't stay anywhere permanently.

The anchor keeps pulling me back, 950 years away from you.

There are no signs of life anywhere.

Antimatter detonation across the galaxy

indicates Control wiped everything out.

Vulcan, Andoria, Tellar Prime, Deneva, Earth.

This is Earth.

As far as I scan, everywhere.

I'm alone.

Captain, I'm registering gravimetric instability

in the planetoid.

Normal or abnormal occurrence?

Uh, definitely abnormal.

It is centered directly

on our research facility.

Mr. Saru, can you pinpoint a possible cause?

I believe, Captain,

this is a classic example of Newton's third law of motion.

How every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

Sorry, it's just my second favorite law

of physics. Uh, my first is, uh...

We know that both Dr. Burnham

and her suit are tethered to a point in the future.

Our containment field is holding her in the present.

The tighter we hold, the stronger time pulls back.

In other words, we're playing tug-of-war with the universe.

Eventually, we will lose.

We have a gravitational problem on Essof IV.

I need power...

Already on it, Commander.

Divert all nonessential ship's power to the surface.

Give Commander Stamets whatever he needs.

Yes, Captain. How long before the universe wins?

Perhaps... an hour. Two at the most.

Commander, get down there

and see what you can do.

Lieutenant Bryce, tell Dr. Culber

we're running out of time, we need to wake up our patient.

Aye, Captain.

I need to talk to her before we lose the chance.

Our mission parameters have changed.

We set the trap assuming

Michael Burnham was the Red Angel.

That turn of events has altered our agenda.

How?

I saw Dr. Gabrielle Burnham's corpse

on Doctari Alpha with my own eyes.

What, you're saying this woman isn't Gabrielle Burnham?

I'm saying the woman I saw is dead.

We have no credible way of knowing

who or what or what that woman down there really is.

A clone, some sort of unknown

genetic replica...

Maybe you simply don't like

the fact that Admiral Cornwell

placed her entirely under Discovery'spurview.

I don't need to remind you that, if Control downloads

the Sphere data embedded in that ship's computer,

it will achieve consciousness,

and that is how this all starts.

What if she was sent

to take the data back to Control?

Or she came here to stop Control from ever getting it.

I know you both have feelings for Michael Burnham.

But we cannot afford to confuse

what you believe her motivations are

with whomever that is lying there.

If she is a Trojan horse...

Discovery'sdefenses would prove woefully inadequate.

I have faith in Discovery'screw.

Faith is not a strategy.

I understand this seems like betrayal,

but we are the ones who need to be holding that data.

I have created a secure area

within our data storage.

The Control module will never

be able to access it.

Get me that data, Tyler.

If Captain Pike

won't protect it...

then we must.

You want me to commit espionage

against another Starfleet ship?

That is the job we have chosen.

If your connection to Michael is giving you pause,

I'll remind you that she is being protected, too.

She is more vulnerable than anyone.

Would you rather see all sentient life

in the galaxy destroyed because we failed to act?

You're quite resolute today.

The times call for it.

I built myself a home base on a class M planet

50,000 light-years away.

Wherever I jump,

the suit will always return me.

Right back here.

No preexisting technology,

so Control can't find me here.

I'm safe for now.

But Einstein couldn't have been more right.

Time's motion depends on the observer.

On the action.

The people I was able to move from Earth

to Terralysium, as they call my planet,

are thriving.

Their survival means that time is fluid.

The future can be changed.

Maybe the past as well.

I have to believe I'll see you again,

my sweet daughter.

Mission log 799.

No matter what I do, I can't stop Control

from getting the Sphere data.

I've even tried destroying the Sphere.

But it's impossible.

I taught my child never to despair.

But if I can't change

this one thing...

The only thing I can think of now...

is to...

undo its gravitational binding.

And put the Sphere in Discovery'spath.

In the hopes that they'll find a way

to keep the data safe.

The Sphere data came to us because of you.

Come in.

I trust the mission logs

have proven valuable.

And perhaps difficult.

Did you need something?

Dr. Culber's about to report from the surface.

I believe your mother is regaining consciousness.

Commander Stamets reporting gravimetrics...

To be continued, Ensign.

Mr. Bryce.

Put Dr. Culber on-screen, please.

Aye, Captain.

Did you manage to wake her up?

Yes. Dr. Burnham has regained consciousness.

Tachyon radiation levels are beginning to normalize.

She's asking to speak to you, sir.

We'll be right down.

I'm sorry, Commander.

Dr. Burnham is asking to speak with the captain.

And only the captain.

She's my mother.

I'm sorry, I'm just the messenger.

There are so many questions

that need to be answered right now.

Whatever her reasons are for not wanting to see me,

I should be the one asking.

I understand your position.

But I think we need to follow Dr. Burnham's lead here.

I must agree with the captain.

I'm not asserting my rights as a daughter.

That would be childish.

I am the one who knows her best.

But there may be other variables to consider.

I mean, she's experienced something

that no one else in history ever has.

Look.

I've been reinstated for all of five minutes,

and I did it because I wanted to help, but...

you have to consider the fact that the person

your mother was before she stepped into that time suit...

may not be who she is now.

Who better to gauge that than me?

I understand your desire to see her,

but for now we do this her way.

We need to establish trust if we're going to get any answers.

Please.

You're staying on board, Commander.

I'm sorry.

You'll have to watch from the feed.

Sir, you won't be able to enter

the containment field, but you can

go right up to it.

It's taking more and more energy to hold.

Dr. Burnham and the suit in place.

Sooner or later, probably sooner,

our reserves will run out.

And she'll be pulled into the future again.

Then I'd better talk fast.

Dr. Burnham. I'm Captain...

Captain Christopher Pike.

USS Enterprise.

In temporary command of Discovery.

But soon you'll return to your ship.

I could say more about your future,

but you won't like it.

Well, we're, uh, not here to talk about me.

Then let's talk about the fact

that I came here to save my daughter,

and you deceived me.

Michael risked her life to bring you here.

We understand the threat to sentient life.

You understand nothing.

As long as there's any possibility

of Control gaining access to the Sphere data,

everything will die.

Always.

I put that Sphere in Discovery'spath

so you could protect the data,

but even that didn't work.

You have to let me keep trying.

Then let us help you finish the mission.

Tell us what the signals mean.

I don't know about any signals.

- In the sky? - Uh, seven simultaneously,

and then each one led us...

I said I know nothing about them.

You want to help?

Delete the Sphere archive.

Without that data, the A.I. cannot evolve.

We're protecting it.

Don't you understand?

Time is a living thing.

It has gravity and will

and it's pulling the A.I. closer.

I've seen it with my own eyes.

And you believe that deleting the archive...

will stop the A.I. from evolving?

Yes.

But if you miss something,

I'll have no choice but to try again

and again and again.

You have to release me.

I can't do that.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

You're a ghost to me, Captain Pike,

one of hundreds

of trillions that fill a galactic graveyard.

So...

until you're willing to do what I say,

exactly as I say,

this conversation is over.

Deleting the Sphere archive

is tantamount to burning the Library of Alexandria.

Or the Bibliotheca Corviniana.

This knowledge is invaluable.

Protecting it, safeguarding it,

is a central tenant of the Federation

and our sworn duty as Starfleet officers.

Unless that knowledge poses a clear and present danger

to all sentient life.

From a security perspective, I have to ask,

what if Dr. Burnham,

your mother, has an agenda we're not aware of?

The one thing that I witnessed

about my mother, over and over,

was her relentless pursuit of facts.

So if she believes that deleting the archive

will defeat the A.I., I have no doubt that she's right.

I agree with Burnham.

Deleting the archive is our best option.

I will proceed.

What's happening?

I do not know, Captain, the system is not responding

as it should.

The data memory core is partitioning itself.

Reconfiguring its security directives

into a new language matrix.

How can it do that?

The intelligence is a remnant of the Sphere itself.

When we first encountered the Sphere,

its data was determined to survive.

And it still is.

The archive is building firewalls

around itself using xeno-encryption

taken from its own historical language database.

Can you work around it? He wouldn't be able to.

He needs a linguistic key.

The encryption is based on a language from a civilization

that hasn't existed for a thousand centuries.

It seems, Captain,

the archive will not allow itself to be destroyed.

Keep trying, Mr. Saru.

We cannot allow that data to survive.

Mission log 271.

Spock can understand me.

I jumped back into his childhood

and warned him about Michael dying in the forest.

I haven't been able to communicate with anyone else.

Spock's Vulcan logic training in human emotions

seem to give him the psychological balance

to comprehend my existence.

And his dyslexia allows him to process

the effects of atemporal dysplasia.

In all of time...

Spock may be the only person who can help me.

L'tak terai.

Dyslexia.

I spent my entire childhood attempting to conceal

my human failings from those around me.

It was never a failing.

It was precisely what allows you

to process those visions of the future.

You helped Discoverychart a new course.

One that brought my mother back to me.

One that may very well

enable us to save the future.

I was wrong to judge you...

as unfit to process your own emotions.

It was...

Petty.

Unmerited.

I can only imagine what you must be feeling.

I need to see my mother, Spock.

You have questions,

beyond the scope of our mission, that deserve answers.

Let us speak to the captain. Together.

The Red Angel is awake. It's only a matter of time

before she... it, whatever it is... tries to take that data.

You are the only one standing between survival

and obliteration.

Is that in any way vague?

When they tried to delete the Sphere data,

it protected itself.

This is more complicated than I thought.

I find that hard to believe.

Find it however you want.

I'm not going to do this.

It doesn't feel right to me.

Is that in any way vague?

No. You made the right call.

Stay on that ship and keep me in the loop.

Good work, Mr. Tyler.

Because of how little time we have, I'm obligated

to let you try this.

Either she knows more about the signals than she understands,

or her lack of knowledge suggests they may have been

created by the A.I. itself,

maybe to mislead or confuse us.

Or there is a third variable we have yet to realize.

Which makes this conversation all the more pressing.

"Time is out of joint.

O cursed spite, that I was born to set it right."

Hamlet.

Hell yeah.

Energize.

No.

No.

This is like a dream.

Did you delete the archive?

Did you destroy it?

We couldn't.

But we're finding a solution.

I knew it.

This is why I told him to let me go.

Hey, hey.

Please.

It's been 20 years.

Talk to me.

Is Dad...? Stop.

People think time is fragile.

Precious. Beautiful.

Sand in an hourglass, all that.

But it's not.

Time is savage. It always wins.

So this... is meaningless.

No, this matters.

You and me, here.

Now matters.

I know you're asking yourself

how, after, after all these years

of wishing for a mother,

you could, you could give her up,

now that she's finally reappeared?

How could I?

Easy.

Neither of us has a choice.

So you want to have this conversation one day,

the right way?

Get me out of here.

I need to try again to alter the timeline.

You reached out to Dad and me through space and time.

You never gave up on us.

Why are you giving up on me now?

Haven't you learned anything from those failures?

My God! The stubbornness!

Where do you think I got it from, Mom?

It's what kept you going when you thought

you were all alone in the universe.

You were going to get back to your family.

To me.

I am standing right here.

Right now.

I don't know what you've been telling yourself

all these years, but I let you go a long time ago.

I had to.

I've seen you die a hundred times.

And I'll see you die a hundred more.

That is my life and my prison.

I can't hope anymore.

I don't believe you.

There's only the bigger picture now.

Nothing else.

How much longer until the containment field fails?

43 minutes. We've increased power to the field,

but the gravitational pull on Dr. Burnham and the suit

is also increasing.

We could give you guys more power.

Would that make a difference?

I'm channeling my inner Isaac Newton, and I'm sorry to say,

it wouldn't, equal and opposite reactions being what they are.

Dr. Burnham has been focused on trying to destroy the Sphere.

Perhaps there is a reason she has thus far failed.

You think we're going about this the wrong way?

Fourth century Earth philosopher Lao Tze said,

"Water is the softest thing, yet it can penetrate mountains."

An illustrative truth. What appears immutable

is not: A mountain, the Sphere, time.

In this case, I wonder if time itself

may provide the answer. Instead of fighting time, we go with it.

Stop trying to destroy the Sphere,

and merge it right into the river of time itself.

You mean send it so far into the future

it can't do us any harm?

I collected sensor data from Dr. Burnham

when she first arrived.

The Red Angel suit has

almost limitless quantum computational power.

Literally infinite storage.Meaning...

you can transfer the Sphere archive into the suit,

program a destination beyond Dr. Burnham's anchor point

and let the wormhole take it forever?

Perpetual infinity.

Control will never get the data in order to evolve.

But my mother is connected to the future, just like the suit.

What happens to her? To sever your mother

from her space-time requires the energy equivalent of...

a supernova.

But we do have another...

massive source of exotic energy.

The dark matter particles. We may be able

to modify a transporter enhancer with dark matter.

Yes, to pierce the timestream long enough

to lock on Dr. Burnham and beam her into our space-time.

Permanently.

I like science.

They would send the suit into the future

and allow Dr. Burnham to remain.

We cannot allow that.

Dr. Burnham.

You're truly threatened by her.

And why aren't you?

You've always held a superior note

because you exist in two different universes.

This woman exists across time.

She's seen how you've lived, how you'll die.

She... is the definition of power

you once were. Get to the point.

Shoot all of that data into the future in hopes that nothing will find it

poses an unacceptable risk to the larger mission.

Mm. Interesting turn of phrase.

A mission you should understand in your bones.

You want her gone.

Yes, and so do you.

There is nothing she hasn't witnessed.

There is nothing she does not have,

including Burnham's devotion.

She has supplanted you, Commander,

and she will supplant you in every incarnation.

And Tyler?

He has limits.

You do not.

Let me guess.

If I place this near the Angel suit,

we can steal Discovery's data transfer

without their knowledge.

And once the download is complete,

this amplifier will self-destruct,

destroying the time suit

and Dr. Burnham.

As a Terran...

you should be able to see the logic.

And if she is who she claims to be...

Then you are still

only the second most powerful woman in the universe.

Is that who youwant to be?

Contact me

once you've placed the device, so I can begin the upload.

What are you doing, Christopher?

Michael, what are they planning?

They're transferring the Sphere data to your suit.

Which they will then send into the future.

They think that's the way to protect us all.

Are you here to kill me, Philippa?

Would I tell you

if that were the case?

No.

I just want to talk to you privately

and see up close

the woman Michael has mourned for 20 years.

I've seen you sacrifice yourself for her,

surrendering your own life without a moment's hesitation.

I thank you for that.

You have obviously confused me

with my sentimental prime-universe counterpart.

I'm Terran.

Self-sacrifice is not our way.

I know exactly who you are

and what you're capable of.

I doubt I would sacrifice my life to save the galaxy.

You'd be surprised

what you'd do for the people you love.

Quite the feat of engineering:

Simple,

elegant,

yet incredibly powerful.

The suit is DNA-strand encoded.

It won't operate for just anyone,

in case you were thinking of taking it for a spin.

I get my thrills in other ways.

But time travel must be

an elixir of some kind.

Intoxicating enough

to make one forget about domestic matters.

A child, perhaps?

Your mother didn't teach you how to look

but not touch, I see. My mother taught me

many different things in our universe.

Above all,

she taught me to survive.

We're at five percent.

Six percent.

Seven percent.

Is that...?

Sphere data. Yes.

Monitor it for me.

We leave orbit the moment it's complete.

So we've met.

Most people say "I'm pleased we've met."

Most people are predictable.

Philippa, I want your word on something,

mother to mother.

I rarely make promises.

That's why I'm asking you.

You love her.

Promise me you'll take care of her.

Perhaps you'll find a way to look after her yourself.

Not as long as the A.I. exists.

It considers me an unacceptable risk

to the larger mission.

It poses

an unacceptable risk to the larger mission.

I wondered why we lost our feed.

Technology can be so unreliable.

Have fun with... whatever that is.

When were you planning

to tell me you were downloading the Sphere data

into my suit? It's a radical idea, I know, but...

It's a brilliant plan. I'll be able to safeguard

the archive in perpetuity now. No, Mom.

You won't have to give up your life.

We modified the transporters

to beam you permanently into the present.

We'll send the suit into a future

where Control can never reach you.

No.

If your plan fails, Control wins.

There'll be no one there to stop it.

We can't take that risk.

This will not fail.

I need you to hear me:

I am not losing you again.

Why are you contacting me on a secure channel?

How much data has been transferred to our ship?

22%.

This is about Leland, isn't it?

What I'm about to tell you

is the first real test of our relationship, Mr. Tyler.

Betray me,

and I'll live long enough to hunt you down

and kill you slowly. Understood?

I've been killed before, Georgiou.

You're just telling me I'll have time to enjoy the scenery.

I've retrofitted these pattern enhancers with dark matter.

That should provide enough energy to beam Dr. Burnham

out of her native space-time into ours.

But we only have

enough power for one attempt.

So, theoretically, this should work.

It will work.

Then we shut off the containment field

and let the suit take the data away forever.

Time's not on our side, Michael.

Mom, whether you like it or not, I'm gonna save you from this.

Mostly I'm gonna save you from yourself.

I remember the white dress you wore the day you graduated.

How could you know?

I watched you

when you first beamed aboard the Shenzhou

with Sarek.

When you finally learned the Vulcan salute

from Spock as a child.

When you were alone and crying

because all the other Vulcan children had rejected you.

I was there when you read Alice in Wonderland

out loud to yourself on your 11th birthday,

pretending to read it to your father

and to me.

I heard you, baby. I heard you.

And when that creature came for you on Vulcan,

I was there.

I have been there through all those moments and so many more.

Seeing you gave me strength and resolve.

Seeing you reminded me of what I was fighting to save.

I have been fighting for you, Michael.

To get back here to you.

But I can't come home now, honey.

Not yet.

Not until this thing is gone forever.

Oh, Mom...

You did it.

The data transfer's stopped.

Good.

Now go find out what Leland does in the dark.

Say please.

You won't win.

Leland said the same thing.

Commander Stamets is ready, sir.

Prepare to transport... BRYCE: Captain.

Priority message from the Section 31 ship.

On-screen.

Leland.

It's too late.

I can beam them now, Captain.

They're Dr. Burnham's only defense.

Captain, we have a problem.

It'll have to wait. Dr. Culber, Dr. Pollard,

stand by for incoming wounded. Sorry, Captain, this cannot wait.

The Section 31 ship

is diverting our data transfer.

How much Sphere data have they downloaded?

37% thus far.

Captain, gravity is fluctuating wildly.

The field can't hold much longer.

He's taking the Sphere data.

Drop the containment field. I'll go back and stop him.

We're not going to do that.

No! BURNHAM: Mom,

stay down.

Michael!

Come on, I got you, I got you.

Come on, over... come here.

Captain, we cannot stop the data transfer.

How much data has he downloaded now?

45%. 46.

The transfer speed is increasing.

Can we still pull my mom into our timestream?

He destroyed the control station.

You need to destroy the containment field.

Without the suit,

he cannot take the data.

If we do that, you get yanked back.

And then you don't have

a suit to navigate the timestream.

He'll kill her, Michael.

At least this way she would have a chance.

The transfer's being controlled

by something within the facility.

Come up with another solution.

We haven't come this far to lose everything now.

If we each shoot one of the discs,

the power disruption will release

the containment field.

You have to let me go, Michael.

It's the only way each of us has a chance to survive.

I'll find you, Mom.

It'll be okay.

I love you.

I love you, too, baby girl.

Ready.

Now.

Burnham to Discovery.

Four to beam up.

Then blow this place to hell.

Landing party on board, Captain. Fire torpedoes.

Aye, sir. Firing torpedoes.

Direct hit, sir.

The Essof facility has been destroyed.

Captain.

I detected a transporter signal from the surface

to the Section 31 ship.

Damn it. Lock on a pursuit course.

They've masked their warp signature, sir.

There's no way to pursue.

Captain, I've picked up a distress beacon

from an escape pod. One life sign.

Identified as Ash Tyler.

When the timestorm passes,

I'll come back for you, baby girl.

For you and your father.

I promise.

Leland received 54% of the Sphere data.

Significant,

but as the captain has stated, we will continue the fight.

She was right.

What fight are we supposed to be continuing, Spock?

Everything we try fails.

Now, with no suit...

no time crystal...

it'll always be one step ahead of us.

Respectfully, Dr. Burnham was incorrect.

Now does matter.

What happened before no longer exists.

What will happen next has not yet been written.

We have only now.

That is our greatest advantage.

What we do now here in this moment

has the power to determine the future.

Instinct and logic together.

That is how we will defeat Control in the battle to come.

We will find a way.

All of history can change with our next move.

The board is yours, Michael.

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