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STAR TREK: Picard...

Why do you need me?

Because I'm an old man
and you're a young one. And you're strong.

Will you bind your sword to my quest?

I'm putting my life back together.

That's why I came
all the way out here for you.

I don't think you understand
just how much it sucked to be your kid.

Hey, baby, this is my mother, Raffaela.

She's just passing by.

Bruce. I have to know.
Does she have a sister?

Yes. Soji.

She's on the Artifact.

Not the captured Borg cube?

- Are you Tal Shiar?
- No.

If you were Tal Shiar,
would you also answer "no"?

Yes.

If I press her too hard,
it might activate her.

- And then they'll both be dead.
- That is the goal, you know.

- To kill them.
- Yes, all of them.

Which is something I can't do
until we find out where she came from

and where the rest of them are.

Daddy?

Soji!

You all right?

Yeah. Sorry.

Weird dream. I keep having it.

It sounded like a nightmare.

- Wanna tell me about it?
- Why? Because you care?

Or because you're endlessly fascinated
with the way my mind works?

Do I have to choose?

I want to know every...

little...

thing...

about you.

Even though you think I'm an impostor?

I never said that.

I do think you're full of secrets.

And Romulans love secrets.

You think everyone's hiding something.

Everyone is hiding something.

Whether they know it or not.

What are you hiding?

Other than your job description.

Your true name?

My what?

Romulans have a name for outsiders
and a name for family.

But your true name you save
for the one you give your heart to.

You really do know a lot about us.

Your dream...

was it a random creation of the brain
or based on actual memory?

Not really sure.

Hmm.

Perhaps your mother
would have some insight.

Don't you talk to her every night?

How do you know that?

I hear things.

Narek.

Narek.

That's not my name.

The trauma Bruce sustained
on Freecloud was... significant.

Massive wounds to the head and chest
gave way to internal bleeding.

The meds were enough
to keep him stable, but his...

his heart just couldn't take it.

This is hard for you.

Harder than I could've imagined.

You said...

Bruce told you
the other one's on the Artifact.

Yes.

He called her Soji.

What artifact?

Maybe that's none of my business.
I should out-butt.

Oh, not at all, Elnor.

The Artifact is an abandoned Borg cube.

Borg? Like Seven of Nine?

Uh, no.

Not like her at all.

Bruce said that he created Dahj and Soji

to find out the truth behind the ban.

Why send her there?

How do you even know she's still alive?

We don't. Which is why we have to
get there as quickly as possible.

But you're not looking forward to it.

"Looking forward to it"?

No.

No.

Not at all.

My last visit to a Borg cube
was not voluntary.

They called you Locutus of Borg.

Injected you with nanoprobes.
Grafted you with synthetic parts.

Assimilated your mind with theirs.

Forgive me. The, the Borg are
mandatory reading in my line of work.

It must have been awful.

But this cube is cut off
from the rest of the Collective.

They're outcasts,
stranded and under Romulan control.

- Maybe they've changed.
- Changed?

The Borg?

They coolly assimilate
entire civilizations,

entire systems in a matter of hours.

They don't change.

They metastasize.

I'm sorry.

No need to apologize.

Excuse me.

He can't see you're also...

haunted by something you'd like to forget.

Was I in-butting?

That time, yes.

Computer.

Search for the following keywords:

The Artifact,

treaty...

the Borg.

Hugh.

Sorry. Did I wake you?

Can't sleep?

Why do you like it out here?

In space?

It's cold and empty...

and it wants to kill you.

How about a drink?

You and Maddox were pretty close, huh?

You know, if you want to talk about it
or tell me anything, I'm here.

I've never slept with
the captain of anything before.

Well...

I recommend it.

What's wrong?

I have a superpower.

I can sense mistakes
while I'm making them.

That's not much of a superpower.

No. It's useless.

Sorry.

It's okay.

Tell me what you're feeling.

Hollow.

Hopeless.

Lonely.

Afraid.

Is that gonna help at all?

Maybe for a few hours anyway.

That's mine.

Give it back.

You'll break it.

I never understood
your fascination with this toy.

It's not a toy.

It's a tool.

Helps me think.

The only thing it ever made me think of

was smashing it open with a hammer
to get the prize inside.

Oh, sister.

I'm making progress.

Are you?

It's admirably well-concealed.

She dreams.

A recurring dream.

"She dreams."

That's your progress?

Why did he program her to dream?

What function does it serve?

And what does she dream of?

The two of you growing old together,

making freakish little android babies?

Do you dream of her too?

You are in love with her.

With it.

A program.

A machine.

Enough, Narek. I'm taking control
of this operation as of now.

Every piece of synthetic design
serves a purpose.

Why give her dreams?

Why give her nightmares?

It's a malfunction. A bug.

It's exactly the opposite.

I'm listening.

Her neural pathways are auto-heuristic,

always seeking and forming
more efficient connections.

Every day, that capability
must bump against clear evidence

that she is not, as she believes,
a human being.

That cognitive dissonance
must go somewhere.

You're saying the robot girl
has an unconscious?

Yes.

And when she dreams,

she's reconciling
the two views of herself,

human

and synthetic.

Bits of truth are trying to find
their way to the surface.

It's not a malfunction.

It's a vulnerability.

If I can get her
to tell me about her dreams,

I can access her underlying engrams

without triggering her
self-defense subroutines.

The information is all in there.

She knows far more
than she thinks she knows.

Including the location
of their home world.

So now, keep sharing her bed...

endlessly fidgeting with her
until she pops open like that stupid box.

The key to opening the tan zhekran

is taking the time to understand
what's keeping it closed.

Listen.

Feel.

Move each piece ever so slightly,
and then...

once you're sure...

Am I supposed to be impressed?

Hmm.

Patience, sister.

A quality you never had.

In a few hours, we'll be crossing
out of the old neutral zone

and into Romulan space,

which puts us
in breach of galactic treaty.

But I'm fine with that
because I know that you have a plan

for how to access a restricted
Romulan research facility on a Borg cube,

crawling with Tal Shiar,
without authorization.

Also, without dying.

I have been giving it some thought,
and I believe that...

I was thinking
we could pose as scientists,

- given my qualifications...
- It won't work.

If the Romulans don't recognize me
the moment that I set foot off this ship,

the Borg will.

The Collective
do not forget one of their own.

The only safe way to access the cube
is the Qowat Milat way,

by being perfectly open.

That is the Qowat Milat way.

The obvious tension between you
makes me uneasy.

There is an organization
on the Artifact

called the Borg Reclamation Project.

It maintains its independence by treaty.

If I can get
Federation diplomatic credentials

as an envoy to the project,

then the Romulans will be forced
to let me meet with the director,

or risk an incident with the Federation.

What if the director
doesn't want to meet with you?

I know him, and I think he will.

Remind me why the Federation
would do this for you.

They are not doing it for me.

Okay, okay,
all right, just back off. Back off.

Everybody just give me some space.

If you want me
to sweet-talk the Federation, then...

This is a bad idea.

Stand back and keep your mouths shut.

These people.

All right.

Computer, requesting subspace relay
through Comnet 4

using my cryp... cryptonym,

to the following.

Commander Raffaela Musicker.

Emmy.

I knew I should have screened that call.

Oh, come on. You can't get rid of me.

I know where all your bodies are buried.

Ancient history.

- What do you need?
- Ow.

What? So, I only call you
when I need something?

Or when you're lit, feeling sentimental.

Well, listen, babe,
I need some diplomatic credentials.

Not for me, for Jean-Luc Picard.

- Picard? You working with him again?
- Mm-hmm.

- Where's he going?
- To the Artifact.

Ha, ha. Seriously, where is he going?

No, they have
this Borg Reclamation Project going.

I guess JL
needs to meet with the director.

It's kind of
a little personal mission he's on.

I wish I could help, Raffi,
but this is one that I just can't do.

Access is for scientific research only.

The whole Romulan angle
makes it a very dicey proposition.

The Romulans are in a 250-year bad mood.

But it would mean a lot
to the admiral.

Like I said, I wish I could help.

Uh-huh.

No, no, I... Hey, I understand.

It's just it might be a little awkward

when we show up there
in about three hours from now.

What?

Sending my location.

Wait, Raffi.

Who authorized you to even be out there?

I mean, you know Picard.

Every part of that guy that's not ego
is rampaging id.

Okay, you listen to me very carefully.

You turn around immediately.
Do not proceed.

- It's too late.
- If you go out there without permission,

- it's technically an act of war.
- I know.

I know.

And even if you guys deny involvement,

the Romulans
are never gonna buy it, right?

I mean, Picard's so Federation,

his face is still probably on
the damn brochures,

which is why I'm giving you this heads-up.

Look, we do this proper.

Diplomatic mission.
Official letter of credence.

I don't want to end up on the wrong side
of a disruptor cannon, Emmy.

Hey, I mean, I'm still planning on
drinking myself to death.

Twenty-four hours. In and out.

And, Raffi,
I'm saying this as an old friend.

Never call me again.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

I had the dream again last night.

I meant to ask my mom about it, but...

Yes?

I fell asleep while I was talking to her.

Does that happen often?

You fall asleep
when you're talking to her.

No.

Maybe, I don't know.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Narek, what is it?

On any Romulan facility,

all incoming and outgoing transmissions
are routinely monitored.

Now, obviously the concern here
is to keep the Borg technology secure,

but any kind of anomaly
is automatically flagged.

Anomaly? What do you mean?

I'm told that each call to your mother
lasts for 70 seconds.

Every call. Every day.

Seventy seconds exactly.

That's impossible.

I can show you the logs.

How long you known me, Chris?

A while now.

I have a son.

Did you know that?

Know a person for years and never meet
their kid. What does that say?

He's grown.

Married.

About to have a kid of his own.

A little girl.

Nobody I'll ever know.

No one gets all of it right, Raff.

Hi, Mom?

Honey, are you okay?

What time is it there?
Shouldn't you be at work?

Mom, I never got to talk to you
about that dream that I had last night.

Is Dad there?

He's in his lab,
but he asked not to be disturbed.

Mom.

Mom, I think there's
something wrong with me.

There is. You're working too hard.

If you don't need to be at work
right away, why not lie down?

Mom...

Why not lie down?

There is.

Mom?

If you don't need to be at work
right away, why not lie down?

"Per your urgent request",

Admiral Jean-Luc Picard
is hereby granted temporary credentials

as the Federation's special envoy
to the Borg Reclamation Project.

For the purpose
consisting of and limited to

meeting with
the project's executive director.

"The credentials are valid
for Admiral Picard and only..."

"and shall not be renewed."

We have to stay on the ship.

I assume so.

You look disappointed.

No, relieved.

Hmm.

We haven't been cleared to land.

The Romulans have restricted you
to specific beam-in coordinates.

Of course, I'll come with you.

You heard.

- Me only.
- The pledge I made to you

is stronger than
some diplomatic credential.

You think I relish going alone?

It's either alone or not at all.

I already hate this place.

Rios,
I will keep communications open.

And, no matter what,
you do not leave this ship.

Is that clear?

Probable age, 37 months.

What?

No, no, no.

Probable age, 37 months.

Probable age, 37...

Probable age, 37 months.

Probable age, 37 months.

37 months.

Probable age, 37 months.

Probable age, 37 months.

Hello?

Let go!

- Let go of me!
- Locutus.

- No!
- They don't want you to fall.

Hugh?

I didn't believe it...

until now.

Welcome to the Borg Reclamation Project.

I don't know what you're doing here,
but I'll help you, any way I can.

Oh, I'll take a friendly face.

Coming back is hard, I know.

This is the last place
any of us would ever want to see again.

How can you stand it?

Why would you choose to live here?

The project needed a director.

At least, as a citizen of the Federation,

I can leave at any time,
unlike all the other xBs on this cube.

XBs?

Former Borg.
That's what we call ourselves.

Ah.

A new name can be the first step
to a new identity.

I learned that on the Enterprise
all those years ago.

This is not a Borg cube anymore.

It's the Artifact.

And you are Jean-Luc Picard, not Locutus.

All that is long behind you.

Thank you, Hugh.

You're right.

It was a very long time ago.

Tell me how I can help.

Uh, I'm looking for someone.

Um.
Appearance, human, from Earth.

She may be engaged in some research here.

Her name is Soji...

Doctor Soji Asha.

Yes.

I take it she's in serious danger.

What...

Why would you ask that?

A hunch. Something about her.

Something about you
coming this far to this place.

And something about
the dashing, young Romulan spy

who showed up two weeks ago

pretending not to be asking questions
about her.

Can you take me to her now?

Everything I own, Narek.
Nothing is older than three years.

None of it. Photos, journal entries.

How do you explain this?

I can't.

Somehow everything in my life
has just been fabricated.

I mean, my calls home.
My, my mother, Narek.

How can my... How can my mother not be...

Have you considered the possibility

that someone may have implanted
false memories in you?

It's not unheard of.

I know it sounds mad,
but say someone hoped to use you

to obtain or find something for them
here on the cube?

Altered your memories
to conceal their purpose, even from you.

To find something?

Narek, I'm scared.

I know. I know. I know. I know.

And we are going to get
to the bottom of this.

Together.

I may know a way
to help you understand what is happening.

It's a traditional Romulan practice,

a form of... meditation.

The Zhal Makh.

I've read about it.
I thought it was taboo to non-Romulans.

It is.

That's all the more reason
we should try it.

Come on.

What is this place?

Where our patients come to recover

after the trauma
of the reclamation procedure.

I would never have believed

that assimilation
could be undone on this scale.

And by Romulans, no less.

The outcomes are far from ideal.

What you're doing is good, Hugh.

There's no need for it to be perfect.

After all these years,

you're showing
what the Borg are underneath.

They're victims...

not monsters.

Still, we remain
the most hated people in the galaxy,

just as helpless and enslaved as before.

Only now, our queen is a Romulan.

Thank you for showing me this.

No one could understand it
better than you.

And a Picard
who might advocate for free Borg...

now that would be quite a thing,
wouldn't it?

And you did come all this way.

It seems Soji called in today.

Let's see if we can go find her for you.

Raffi.

Raff, Raff, wake up.

Here, I got you coffee.

Also, you owe me two strips of latinum.

The twin's still alive.

- Bullshit.
- Fact.

Picard checked in.

I thought that was a safe bet.

Why?

Because you're a terminal pessimist.

No.

Why keep her alive?

The Tal Shiar killed Dahj.

They went after Maddox on Freecloud.
They know what she looks like.

They had to be onto her.
I mean, why keep her alive?

Well, they must need her for something.

What does the Tal Shiar need from a synth?

Is this room free?

Not for her.

She's with me.

Zhal Makh is not for round-ears.

And a sub-commander's bars
are not for idiots. You risk losing them.

Sorry about that.

First things first. Remove your boots.

It's beautiful.

You asked the other day
if I cared about you.

It's not that I didn't want to answer.

It's just out there
feels too dangerous to show you.

Here, I'm safe.

To show you my true self.

To be...

Vulnerable?

Hrai Yan.

What? I...

My true name...

is Hrai Yan.

Do I start here?

Yes. The Yut Makh.

That means "closing," not "opening."

Because a journey
along the path of the Zhal Makh

is understood as a journey that always
begins with the closing of the eyes.

A journey into the center
of the mind's most intimate space

where deepest truths are hidden.

Your dreams.

I'm back where it always starts.
I hear the rain hit the window.

Daddy?

Why do you call out for your father?

Because I was scared.

Of what?

The thunder.

Were you afraid of thunder as a child?

I don't know.

Eyes on the path.

How does it make you feel
when your father doesn't respond?

Lonely.

Abandoned.

Good.

You're turning into Lu Shiar,
Lifting the Eyes.

There's a window, yes?

What's outside?

I don't know.
I've never looked that way before.

Try.

I can't.

It's okay.

Try grounding yourself in details.

Tell me what you can feel.

Squoodgy's fur against my fingers.

My hair is cold.

I'm sweating.

Good.

Now, the key to the Zhal Makh
is realizing that you're in control.

Your mind,

your dreams.

You must feel free to explore
in any way that you please.

Do you feel like you're in control?

I don't see much.

Darkness.

Maybe trees.

- Trees?
- But...

But I'm not sure.

No, you're doing really well.

You're turning another corner.

Glam Wath,

the Unfolding.

I'm at the door to my father's workshop.

I can... I can see him inside,
but I can't see what he's working on.

- Why not?
- The orchids.

I can never see past the orchids.

He's moving away now.

And I want to go inside, but when I try...

Soji!

- I'm sorry, I...
- No, it's okay. Why do you wake up?

- Because I'm scared.
- Of what?

I don't know. Of, of getting in trouble.

I'm not supposed to be in there.

Soji, you are getting so close.

Beyond that door
is exactly what you've searching for.

Vri Glam, the Center.

Your unconscious is trying to tell you the
truth, but you have to walk through it.

You have to believe that you can.

Can you do that... for me?

I can try.

You're entering into Rok Han.

Doctor Asha?

Sectors 5-8 through 5-21
and all open form sectors

are temporarily closed
due to detected protometric activity.

If you have entered
any of the afflicted...

What's all this?

I believe she's close to discovering
who she really is.

What do you mean? Who is she?

There's no time.
You must find her, Hugh, please.

It says she's not on the cube.
That's not possible.

Unless... someone has concealed her.

I'm pushing the door now,

and I'm stepping inside.

I can see the orchids.

They're beautiful.
They're lit by a skylight.

My father loves them
like they're his children.

Your father is going to shout at you,
but this time, don't let him stop you.

Whatever happens, keep moving.

Soji!

- I see my father.
- What does he look like?

Oh, God, his face. I can't see it.

I can never see it. He's coming toward me.

Look behind the orchids. Now.

Okay.
Okay, I'm looking behind the orchids.

What do you see?

It's me.

It's me, but I'm in pieces.

I'm... I'm a doll.

Look up through the skylight now.
What do you see?

I see two red moons, dark as blood.
And lightning. So much lightning.

Well done, little brother.

Narek, what does it mean?

I need to identify a planet with two
red moons and constant electrical storms.

What does it mean?

It means...

you found home.

Look.

But I don't understand.
Why was I on the workbench?

Don't worry.

- You don't have to worry anymore.
- No.

B... But why was he working on me?

Because you're not real.

You never were.

Narek?

Goodbye, Soji.

Narek. Narek.

Narek?

Narek?

Narek?

Narek!

Narek! Narek!

Narek! Narek.

Narek.

No, no. The radiation.

- She's back online.
- Where is she?

It looks like she's between two levels.

It's wrong.
It's showing her moving way too fast.

She's been activated.

Hugh, you must take me to her. Now!

Employee badge 74983 stroke 2.

- Hostile?
- Yes, extremely dangerous.

Straight ahead.

Locutus?

Out of our way, please.

Soji?

Do you know me?

My name is Jean-Luc Picard.

I'm a friend of...
a friend of your father's,

and your sister came to see me
wanting my help,

but I couldn't help her.

Please, Soji, let me help you.

- Do you know what's happening to me?
- I do. Let me explain.

Romulans. Lots of them.

- Hugh, can you get us out of here?
- This way.

Come. Come.

Please, trust me.

Please.

They are in some serious trouble,
and he's not responding.

Which way? Which way?

Come.

This is the queen cell.

- Did I...
- Remember,

even though you've never been here before.

Yes.

Same here. It's all just there.

This one is from after your time.
A spatial trajector.

The Borg acquired the technology
after assimilating Sikarians.

Its use was reserved for the Queen
in the event of an emergency.

It has a theoretical range of...

Forty thousand light-years.

Raffi, we found a way to get off the cube,
but we have to go now.

Let's set a rendezvous.

Rendezvous? Where are you going?

Nepenthe.

Rios, do you know it?

- Sure, but how...
- No.

Just meet us there.

Where's the kid?

Hands in the air.

Elnor, I told you to stay on the ship.

Yes. I didn't listen.

Thank you.

More guards are coming. I can hear them.

She's right. We're almost at full power.

Go. I'll keep them from tracing you.

Elnor, come. This thing here
can take us to a safer place.

I'll stay behind to cover your escape.
My blade is pledged to defend you.

Then I release you of the pledge.

I decline to be released.

- What are you doing?
- Preparing to fight.

- They're getting closer.
- Hugh.

It's ready. Step through.

Elnor. I will not leave you behind again.

It fills me with joy to hear you say that.

Now, go. You came so far.
They'll destroy her, Picard. Go.

Come.

It'll take a few minutes to shut
everything down and hide this room again.

Can you hold them off that long?

I won't need a few minutes.
Stay behind me.

Drop your weapons!

Drop your sword!

Please, my friends. Choose to live.