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Previously on Star Trek: Discovery...

Welcome back to Starfleet Academy.

You want to go back, don't you?

I do.

You are doing a tremendous job, Doctor.

Serving as medical officer

and ship's counselor cannot be easy.

Until I know what the DMA is,

I can't predict its behavior.

I'm gonna figure this thing out.

For you.

Whatever it takes.

This is USS Janeway
on approach with the DMA.

We're picking up
massive ionic fluctuations.

Any other vessels in the area? Confirm.

NSS T'Pau here.

Confirming the same.

I'm also getting a strange spike
in X-ray radiation.

What is...

T'Pau, are you seeing this?

I am.

What the hell just happened?

The DMA's just...

It's... gone.

You talking to yourself again

or you looking
for some sort of response?

The DMA's gone from the Venari sector.

It just... It disappeared.

That's impossible.

Nothing in space just disappears.

And it's back.

The DMA reappeared 4.2 seconds later,

1,000 light-years away.

Can we confirm it's the same DMA
we've been studying?

The scan data matches exactly.

And the odds of an
identical anomaly forming

are essentially nil.

Not to mention

natural phenomena do not disappear

and reappear elsewhere.

Doesn't that violate
the laws of physics?

Every law we know of, that is.

Zora,

cross-reference all historical
records in the sphere data.

Are there any indications
that this could have been due

to some kind of natural event?

Negative, Captain.

If this isn't natural...

the only logical explanation

is someone created it.

Who?

Who would do this?

It's now on a path

toward the Radvek asteroid belt.

It's formerly an Emerald Chain colony.

It's inhabited primarily
by the Akaali species.

The current heading of the DMA
puts it right at the edge

of the impact zone.

One degree one way or another could lead

to safety or death.

Problem is, we won't know if it'll hit

until after interference from
the DMA's dark matter signature

has already made transport impossible.

So we've got to get
everyone off-world before then.

- How long do we have?
- Four hours.

That's the cut-off point, sir.

Begin evacuations immediately.

They may not be
Federation members, but...

we're the only body with the ability

to execute a mission of this size.

I'll send every vessel in the area,

and I'll need Discovery
to jump there, too.

I'll lead the operation myself.

Admiral, i-if I may,

are there plans to address
the panic that may arise

as it becomes known this is
not a natural phenomenon?

President Rillak is meeting
with planetary leaders right now

to get ahead of it.

Ah. I am relieved to hear that.

I've already received a call
from the Kaminar High Council.

The-the fear in their voices
was... unmistakable.

They are desperate for answers.

We all are.

Most important being

who's behind this anomaly.

Federation Security has identified

a number of civilizations

that may possess technology
this advanced.

The Metrons, the Nacene,

the surviving members
of the Iconian empire.

The Q Continuum were considered as well.

But as there has been no
contact for 600 years

and this is unlike anything
they've done before,

we don't believe it's them.

For now, we're classifying

those responsible
as Unknown Species Ten-C.

The 10-C.

Admiral, it seems to me

the first step would be
to figure out how the DMA works.

Then we can trace the
tech back to its creators,

whoever they are.

That's my thought exactly.

Which is why I've asked Ruon Tarka

to advise us. He's been heading a number

of our scientific endeavors.

Including the next generation
spore drive,

if I'm not mistaken.

He's working with Aurellio on that one.

They still haven't solved
the navigator problem.

So without me or Book, it's useless.

If anyone can find a way, it's Tarka.

His expertise will serve us
well with the DMA, too.

With all due respect,

I already have the people I need.

Between myself and the other
task force scientists...

We require someone at
the bleeding edge of Federation

and non-Federation technology,
Commander.

I'm sure you'll find him
a valuable asset.

He'll board Discovery immediately.

You can get him caught up on your work.

Mr. Saru,

since you will have the conn

while Captain Burnham
leads the evacuation,

please make sure Mr. Tarka
gets whatever he needs.

Yes, sir.

Keep me posted, Captain.

Yes, sir.

We're doing everything we can
to figure out the DMA.

We need to do more, Michael.

We need to find out who's
behind this and stop them.

We will. We will, Book.

I know this isn't easy, any of it,

but let's focus on today.

And what is possible...

today, right now...

is saving lives on Radvek V.

Let me help with that.

Come on.

I have to do something.

At least I can make sure

no one else has to
go through what I did.

Okay.

Mr. Saru, status update?

Uh, three Federation ships
have reached Radvek V.

And Ruon Tarka is now on board.

I will see to him once
we've made the jump.

All right.

Lieutenant Christopher, open
a shipwide channel, please.

Channel's open.

Attention, all crew,

our mission today
is to evacuate all inhabitants

of the Radvek chain.

At this point, we are not certain

whether the DMA will hit.

What we do know is that,
in three and a half hours,

all transport off-world
will become impossible.

So that's all the time we've got.

We need to make sure
every minute counts.

The inhabitants of Radvek V
are counting on us.

Let's go save some lives.

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What's the situation on the ground?

There are 1,206 individuals

on the colony's surface to be evacuated.

Lieutenant Christopher,
contact the magistrate.

Commander Nilsson, have a team
prepare the Deck Four

loading bay for refugees.

We'll have them beam up
and then facilitate transport

- to the other ships.
- Aye, Captain.

The array can only beam 40 at a time.

- It's gonna be close.
- We do our best work when it's close.

I'm quoting you, by the way.
That nitrium delivery on Oonla.

Luckily, this time,
there's no noodle stalls

for you to blow up.

Hey, you were
on demolition duty. Not me.

Captain,

I have the magistrate on comms for you.

Put him through.

Magistrate, I'm Captain Burnham
of the USS Discovery.

Thank Draylan you're here.

We sent off all available ships;

they held scarcely a quarter
of our population.

All the rest are waiting.
They've begun to panic.

I'll send a team down to assist.
We will get everyone out.

Captain, we are seeing six life signs

beneath the north dome generator.

They are remaining stationary,

far from the evacuation point.

Are you aware of these individuals?

Of course. They are The Examples.

Records show

it is the colony's prison.

They need to be evacuated immediately.

Why? They're criminals.

Six offenders chosen to demonstrate

the costs of misbehavior.

An Emerald Chain tradition.

It has proven most effective
in preventing crime.

It doesn't matter who they are,
they don't deserve to die there.

This is a Federation mission,
Magistrate.

No one will be left behind.

It's too late. The prison is automated.

And the few who know
how to run it fled hours ago.

The law-abiding among us await you.

Mr. Saru, assemble a team
to help with the evacuation.

Book and I will go
to the prison ourselves.

Excuse me, Captain?

I'd like to volunteer to lead
the evac team.

I think I could be helpful.

All right, Commander.

Take whoever you need and get going.

Captain, the prison

is protected by a pattern interrupter,

which prevents both transport and comms

within a half-kilometer radius.

Understood.

Let's go.

Hi.

Ruon Tarka's here to work with me,

figured I should put on a clean jacket.

Apparently, he's some kind of genius.

We'll see.

Wait, Ruon Tarka, isn't he the one...

Yeah, building off of my research

and hasn't once made
the effort to reach out.

Yeah, I've advised his team
on, uh, spore propagation,

on not harming the JahSepp.

I've supplied them with
countless samples of my DNA.

But Tarka is always too busy for me.

He goes through Aurellio every time.

How do I work with someone
who has zero respect

for professional courtesy?

Let it roll off you.

There are bigger things at stake here.

Good luck. I'm off
to assist with the evacuees.

Hey. You've already done, what,

like, five therapy sessions today?

Maybe you could take ten minutes
before you jump into one again?

People need help, Paul.

Knowing that someone made the DMA

makes it all the more unsettling.

For everyone.

Can I give you some advice, though?

I'm good. Really.

... Ensign Jameson,
please report to Observation.

So, this is the USS Discovery.

It's like walking onto an antique.

Ah.

Mr. Tarka, welcome aboard.

Uh, this is Commander Stamets.

Nice to finally meet you.

Aurellio's told me all about you.

And of course, I've studied
your work extensively.

So much to admire, and improve upon.

So what are we waiting for?
Let's get started.

- DMA awaits.
- Uh, if you will both follow me.

- You're the first Kelpien I've ever met.
- Ah.

You really do have the strangest feet.

Burnham to Discovery.

We're approaching the prison now.

We'll be passing through
the boundary marker

for the pattern interrupter
in just a moment.

That will take us out of comms range,

Aye, Captain. Good luck.

Rhys, what's the status
of the evacuation?

160 transported so far.

Bit chaotic at first, but
everything's going smoothly now.

Good. Book and I are going dark.

Don't wait for us.

We'll be out of here
before the cut-off point.

Captain, thank you
for letting me do this.

I can tell it means a lot to you.

My town was wiped out
by a hurricane when I was five.

A Starfleet crew got us out.

So, I get what this is like for them.

I'm glad you're here, Commander.

Let's do this.

Okay, the door is standard
Emerald Chain issue.

I can open it no problem.

- Such confidence.
- What can I say?

I'm a man of many talents.

I'm not picking up any defense systems.

There must be some.

Yeah, I don't trust it, either.

By the way, about Oonla,

you do realize it was either
the noodle stands

or the fusion reactor?

Mm-hmm, I was picking noodles
out of my braids for days.

Simpler times.

Constantly running for our lives doing

borderline-legal courier gigs?

- That was simpler?
- In some ways.

Though I don't miss the whole
"just friends" thing.

I was keeping it professional.

Which was absolutely zero fun
for either of us.

The hell is that?

It's a Narisa beetle.

They're indigenous to the Akaali.

They must have brought them
when they settled here.

I could not hate that sound more.

- You mean the chitin?
- No idea what word you just said.

Chitin. The polysaccharides
in arthropod exoskeletons.

It creates a distinctive clicking.

Whatever. It creeps me out.

Says the man who finds
beauty in Tranceworms.

Why can't you just ask it to go away?

I'm trying to. I can't
communicate with it.

It's taken the exact
same path four times now.

No living thing is that precise.

Let's see what we're dealing with.

It's a mobile land mine.

I've heard the Emerald Chain

use weapons like this,
disguised as native life.

There's a lot more coming this way.

These are scans from the precise moment

the DMA disappeared.

It collapsed into a central aperture.

What appears to be some sort
of, uh, technological device?

Which then disappeared as well.

We assume this is what also
is controlling the DMA

in its new location.

The scans further indicate

the DMA left behind a subspace rupture.

Yes, yes, yes.

I've already seen this data.

It's inconclusive.

Subspace damage can be created
by a litany of things.

Of course. I was about to say that,

- but you cut me off.
- For something so powerful,

it's an exceedingly blunt instrument.

Uh, we, too, have wondered
about its, uh, purpose.

Is it a weapon, perhaps,

or, uh, clearing areas of space
in preparation for something?

- Uh, is it...
- Where's the replicator in here?

That console.

Make me a plate
of mashed potatoes, cold.

And a pea. Just one.

We're on a clock here.

So if you need to eat something...

These potatoes are the DMA.

A mass of dark matter
and accreted material

moving through space, wreaking havoc,

controlled somehow by
the device at its center.

What does it all add up to?

You originally theorized
primordial wormhole.

- Obviously, that's wrong.
- Had I known about the device...

I didn't say "completely wrong".

The behavior of the anomaly

suggests that the wormhole is present.

You think, what, synthetic?

I think someone created a tunnel
through space-time

- to get it here.
- To what end?

No idea.

But we can sit around doing math,

or we can get our hands
dirty and find out.

I am not sure I follow
your metaphor, Mr. Tarka.

I want to create a working
model of the DMA controller.

Miniature scale, of course.

You really think you can do that?

Take a look at the schematics
if you want.

You want to create a device
that will generate a wormhole

- on Discovery?
- Yeah, simulations

are promising,
but I need a real-world trial

to confirm my theory and collect
the data that we need.

For instance, how much
power will it require?

Does it rupture subspace?

Those answers will help lead us
to who's responsible.

Wow, this is...

It really could work.

W-We can enclose both ends
of the wormhole

inside a containment field.

It'll be perfectly safe.

I will give Commander Nilsson the conn

and personally supervise.

We're gonna need a bigger room.

Can't hold them off forever.

They communicate using
a shared control matrix.

I can access it to stop their movements,

but I need you to buy me more time.

More time, she says.

You have got to be kidding me.

- Come on, Michael.
- I'm almost done.

Now would be good.

Got it.

I told you I could do it.

Never doubted you.

Clock's ticking. We have
to get those prisoners out.

Come on.

Everyone up, please.
We need your attention.

Who the hell are you?
And what's with the costume?

I'm Captain Burnham
of the USS Discovery.

This colony is in the path
of a gravitational anomaly.

The other colonists are being
evacuated as we speak,

so we are here to evacuate you.

Now we know why the guards took off.

They left us here to die.

Of course they did.

Tell me, why would a Starfleet
captain come to help us?

Because the Federation
doesn't leave prisoners to die.

Is that so?

Everyone here is sentenced to life,

no matter how small their crime.

He stole food for his family.

He traded in counterfeit latinum.

She counted cards at a tongo club.

And Felix took one joyride
on a sand-copter.

Tell me how that's worth
30 years and counting.

This is not a place of justice.

And the Federation
has done nothing about it.

This was Emerald Chain territory.

We had no jurisdiction.

So now you care.

We did then and we still do.

We don't have time for this, okay?

We need to get everyone out.

How long before this
gravitational anomaly hits?

In a little over an hour,

we lose the ability to transport.

We won't know its trajectory
until after that.

So it may not hit us?

That's right. The plan is to beam you

onto our ship until it's safe.

Listen, we are risking
our own lives being here.

Can we get moving?

Good. Where is your
prison control system?

On the basement level.

But it has biometric protections
that only the guards can access.

What about the force field generator?

Shut it off, our walls go down.

That?

The casing is quanarium alloy.

It's one of the strongest
metals there is.

It's also an excellent heat conductor.

K-value of 494.

If we heat it up,
we could fry the system.

How long do you think it'll take?

I have no idea.

Don't tell them that.

I'm sorry, we have to reschedule.

There are others assisting
in your absence.

You can spare ten minutes.

You were the one who
requested this meeting.

Yes, sir, but that was before
I knew about the evacuations.

We have hundreds of refugees
coming on board.

I'm a busy man, Dr. Culber.

I cleared the time for you.

We both know how this works.

We can skip the therapeutic niceties.

What do you need?

Well, you're familiar with
my duties as ship's counselor.

And I saw how you were with Georgiou

when she was in crisis, so...

You need brutal honesty. Noted.

We now have eight and a half minutes.

Well, the DMA has brought up
a lot of, uh...

fear and uncertainty for the crew.

So, I've...

I've offered them hope.

I told them that, uh,
it won't last forever,

that... that we'll find
a way to stop it.

I recently worked with someone whose...

entire world was destroyed.

Mr. Booker.

I almost admitted to him that, uh...

I'm struggling.

And it made me realize
that, uh, I've been lying.

To everyone who gets in front of me.

And now we find out that this
isn't an act of nature, that...

... that someone chose to kill.

Someone with staggering power.

And whether I lie or I don't...

... I am failing.

And you want me to affirm
that you're failing,

because you're seeking
permission to take a break?

That's not what I said at all.

Yes, it is.

You know what? This isn't helpful.

- I got to go.
- You died.

You died and came back to life.

Little wonder you're a mess.

Your file is stunningly generic
as to your feelings

on this rather unique fact
of your existence,

so allow me to fill in some blanks.

"Why me?"

It's the question you ask yourself

every morning and every evening.

"No one else gets
a second chance, so why me?"

That led you to the idea

that there was a reason
for your survival.

A purpose you're meant to
fulfill right here, right now.

And that led you to a savior complex,

because if there is no reason,
if there is no purpose,

then your very existence
is a middle finger

to anyone who's ever lost someone.

Which is everyone.

How's that for brutal honesty?

Do you have a recommendation

to go along with that
sparkling analysis?

Whether or not you were
a miracle, Dr. Culber,

you are only human.

You need to allow yourself time to rest,

as you advise your patients.

Well, I can't just stop.

Not now, anyway.

It's what I do. It's...

It's who I am. It's...

It's the way you escape

the persistent guilt of being alive.

This is a uniquely
challenging time, yes.

But if you don't find
fulfillment in something

other than work,
then you will fail those

in the chair in front of you.

I-I have a 2:00.

Goodbye.

Just a few more seconds.

When this goes, we need to move fast.

I don't know about the rest
of you, but no way

am I sitting in a brig on some ship.

I'm out of here.

I can't let you do that.

It's set to stun,
but it still won't feel good.

All the colony's ships are gone.
We're your only way out.

You can't ask us to trust you

and then treat us no differently
than our jailers do.

Lower your weapon.

What happens after you rescue us?

Will we get our freedom?

Because if we all walk out right now,

we'd have a chance at precisely that.

Maybe for an hour, if you're lucky.

Maybe we will be.

If the anomaly doesn't hit,
we could use that time.

- Find another way off this asteroid.
- That is a big if.

You haven't seen this thing.
You don't know what it can do.

It destroyed my planet.

They, whoever they are,

they don't care how many are killed.

I'm sorry for your loss.

But it changes nothing for us.

I want a guarantee

that we will not be returned
to this unjust society.

I'll advocate for the diplomats
to put pressure...

A guarantee, or we go nowhere.

Okay, the controller
model is just ready to test.

Activating containment field now.

I can just picture Tilly's
face when she finds out

that we got sucked into a wormhole

three days after she left.

I miss her, too, Commander.

We're ready for power.

It's what I do best.

Now, of course, the big
difference here apart from size

is that the actual DMA controller

would have to use
an internal power source.

Some sort of highly stable
energy-generating system

far beyond
our technological capabilities.

But the rest of it, I think I've
nailed pretty much perfectly.

Here you go.

It's working.

- Incredible.
- That looks remarkably like the DMA.

There's nothing quite like the
rush of proving a theory right.

I remember my first time.
I was five years old.

I atomized a live caracal.

All anyone could do was complain
about how messy it was.

I was never understood on Risa.

The "pleasure planet".

I was surrounded by idiots.

Felt like your Gaily Leo
at the Inquisition.

You mean Galileo?

Sure. Why not?

The point is, great
intellect can be costly.

- You know, that's something we have in common.
- Hmm?

Your encounter with the Emerald Chain.

Neural lock. Painful.

E-Excuse me.

It appears the, uh,
experiment has paused.

Let me see what I can do.

Oh, I see the problem right here.

It's gonna require much
more power than I thought.

Sorry, Galileo.

I'm giving you all I can without taking

from the transport systems.

Uh, which is not an option.

There are evacuations in progress.

T-There's got to be

somewhere else we can pull from.

Come on, you love a challenge.

I mean, I could harness
the ionic radiation

from the main phaser array,

converting it into a
temporary power source.

Is that safe?

Let's see, if one is
"nothing to worry about",

and ten is "insane", I would say

it's, eh, it's probably a six?

Great science was never
accomplished with caution.

I'm not sure that's actually true.

Sir, if we can understand this tech,

then we can figure out who built it.

And maybe even how to stop it.

Every piece of data is a clue.

Commander, I do not believe
that you or Mr. Tarka

are considering the risks
as seriously as you should.

You realize it's a choice
to be this tense, right?

Mr. Tarka, I have extraordinary
responsibilities on...

What was that?

Do it back.

Excuse me?

Yell back at me.

What are you afraid of?

Do it!

Well, that was something.

That felt pretty good, right?

Being out of control for a moment?

I suppose it did.

Look, you may not like me,

but-but I love me.

And I am not gonna let
this experiment blow me up.

Which means, by extension,

that your ship will be fine, too.

Mr. Saru,

for the first time since
we discovered the DMA,

we're actually getting somewhere.

We'll keep this within safe parameters.

I'll make sure of it.

I will allow the additional power,

but Commander Reno will give me
the ability to cut that power,

should I deem it necessary.

This is gonna be fun.

Come on, Michael. We have 30 minutes.

Okay, I found something.

I searched Starfleet General
Orders and Regulations.

Protocol allows a captain
to grant political asylum

in extreme circumstances.

That would bring you
under Federation law.

Your cases would go under
immediate review

and your sentencing
would likely be commuted.

How would we warrant asylum?

The magistrate called you The Examples.

Your sentences were political
theater, they weren't justice.

And if you also believe that
to be true, and you do want

your cases reviewed by the Federation,

I just need you to say that right now.

I want my case reviewed. Absolutely.

- So do I.
- Me, too.

Then we're done here.

- Let's get moving.
- Yes.

I'll join you in a moment.

What are you doing?

There's something I cannot leave.

Whatever it is,
it's not worth it. We-we...

It is to me.

Unlike the others, I do belong here.

I'm not the man they think I am.

I took a life.

You do not shrink from me.

I'm not here to judge you.

When I took that life,

I also took this.

It's a lalogi orb.

They're precious to the Akaali.
Each family has one.

It contains a record of their heritage.

I kept it hidden from the guards
all these years,

promising myself that somehow
I would return it.

But of course, now it's too late.

I've devoted my life to doing
penance for my crime.

One way is to help
the others here, however I can.

I know that giving them asylum
may create difficulties for you,

but the right choice
is rarely the easy one.

Thank you.

We need to go.

Let's do this.

Shit.

It read my biometrics.

Now we're all trapped.

It's reinforced with a layer
of nanomaterial.

There's no way we can
shoot through this.

We're running out of time.

- Any ideas?
- No.

Wait. Those beetles.

- Power them back up. Maybe...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, what?

Why would you do a thing like that?

Because we can use them
to blow open the door.

- Right.
- Everybody take cover.

I'm bringing them right to us.

I thought you'd think
this idea was too crazy.

Oh, it is. I just don't
have a better one.

- Think there are enough of them?
- There better be.

I've got all of them coming. Get ready.

They're coming in!

You have to stop them!

Working on it.

Still never doubted you.

Okay, maybe a little.
Okay, let's go, let's move!

Commander Rhys, what is your status?

The evacuation is nearly complete.

Two more groups to go.

Have you heard from the captain?

No. Their comms are still dark.

Complete your mission,
then proceed to the prison

- to assist them.
- Yes, sir.

We must finish the experiment now.

I need to return to the bridge
as soon as possible.

Additional power's been transferred.

Divide it between the model
and the containment field.

Go slow. The more you feed the monster,

the more you need the cage.

I sent you the kill switch.

In case the monster gets out of hand.

Commander Stamets, do the honors.

Oh, give it more.

Bad news. Containment field's weakening.

Redistribute power to the field, please.

But that means taking it
away from the device.

If the field should fail,
the gravitational gradient

could destroy the ship.

Commander Reno?

Oh, that's too much. It's stalling out.

Mr. Saru, we need to make
sure this device works.

It's the only way to get
data on the real thing.

Billions of lives depend
on this experiment.

My people. His. Grumpy lady's.

And all the lives on Kaminar, too.

I can control it.

You may continue, for now.

Zora, please provide real-time updates

on any decrease
in containment field integrity.

Understood, Captain Saru.

More power coming to you, Commander.

That's it, that's it.

That's how it works.

I was right.

It's behaving exactly like the DMA.

Look, yeah, gravitational lensing

and dark matter accretion.

And it's creating
a subspace rupture, too.

It needs more power to stabilize!

It's working.

Containment field integrity dropping.

Do you have the data
you need, Commander?

- 40%.
- Not yet.

No, give it a chance to stabilize.

- 35%.
- We've got this.

Come on. More.

- 30%.
- More, more.

- Don't stop.
- 25%.

Commander Stamets.

- No, just a little longer!
- 20%.

15%.

Ten percent.

Five percent.

Oh, come on!

This experiment is over.

That is the closest you've come

to killing us all, and that
is really saying something.

Commander Rhys, come in.

Captain, we've been trying to reach you.

Are the evacuations complete?

- Yes.
- Great.

Head back to Discovery.

We've got things covered here. Mr. Saru?

Oh, it is good to hear your voice.

Yours, too. Five to transport.

Stand by for more.

Come on, let's go.

I needed to be sure
the others got out...

... but I'm staying.

Six minutes left.

Come on. We need to go.

I resolved to die here a long time ago.

I wish to stay until my jailers return,

or until the anomaly hits.

- That's insane.
- Perhaps to you.

I believe it's part of my penance.

No.

Felix, listen to me. You have
years ahead of you still.

You can live a different kind of life.

That is not what I want.

It's been a long day.
He's not thinking clearly.

You could force me, of course.

But is it really your choice to make?

This is where I committed my crime.

This is where I need to remain.

Whether my life is to end
in years or moments,

it is my life.

My debt to pay.

Please, do not take that from me.

It's his choice to make.

You said no one left behind.

We have to respect his agency, don't we?

And let him kill himself?

It's a risk, not a certainty.

And if you want to stay...

Michael.

We have to save him.

I can't just...

I am sorry.

But the longer we debate this,

we're putting our lives
in danger. And his.

We can use this to communicate.

And I'll tell you as soon
as I'm sure of the trajectory.

Before you go...

I kept it safe for 30 years.

Now I ask you to do the same.

I will.

I'm grateful.

For everything.

Book.

This is wrong.

Two to transport.

Good work today, everyone.

We saved over a thousand lives.

Captain, scans have just confirmed

the asteroid belt will be
within the impact zone.

Then we'll stay in comms
range as long as possible.

Open a channel.

Aye, Captain.

Felix, can you hear me?

It's coming, isn't it?

There's too much interference
to beam you up now.

I'm sorry.

Don't be. I'm not.

I'd like to tell you what
happened, what I did,

if you'd like to hear it.

I've never told anyone.

It's not a burden I wish
to carry beyond this life.

Lieutenant Christopher, please
raise the privacy barrier.

No.

I've been behind walls long enough.

- Whoever's there, they may hear this as well.
- Okay.

30 years ago,

I was a man with nothing.

A stranger gave me shelter and a meal.

I waited until he went to sleep

and I robbed him.

He caught me in the act, we struggled.

I killed him.

His child was in the other room.

It wasn't until later

that I realized among the things I stole

was the family's lalogi orb.

Not only did I take that
girl's future from her...

... I took her past as well.

I think about her every day.

How that must have changed her.

How she's carried it with her.

Do you know her name?

The family was called Doxica.

We've lost comms, Captain.

Black alert.

Jump.

Captain Burnham.

I demand that the prisoners
be held in the brig.

We will not share space with them.

Under what authority are
you making these demands?

I am the sovereign magistrate of...

Of a colony that no longer exists.

Those people are now under
Federation protection,

and thereby subject to Federation law.

- But...
- As are you,

as long as you are on this vessel.

I need to remind you

that wherever you find a new home,

you'll be arriving as a refugee

seeking shelter and grace.

I hope you find a more just society

than the one you had a hand in creating.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a ship to command.

So, how'd it go today?

Uh, the refugees are
turning in for the night.

Resettlement begins tomorrow.

How was your day?

Oh, uh, crazy.

We learned a lot,

though not as much as we could've,

and, um, Tarka is a genius, no question,

but, um, he scares me, too.

He is so single-minded about his work,

he cares about literally nothing else.

Hmm.

Actually feels a little familiar.

How are you feeling?

Fine.

That was an avoiding "fine",
not a real "fine".

Your eyes are the tell.

Really?

You look down. Every time.

Kovich told me I'm wearing myself out.

He's right.

He said I'm using work as a crutch.

And that I need to take a break.

Maybe that's why
I fell in love with you.

We have the same pathology.

Making you either a total narcissist

or a glutton for punishment.

Little column A, little column B.

Look at us.

We jumped a thousand years
into the future,

we helped solve the Burn,

and we can't figure our own shit out.

Zora, have you found her yet?

I have confirmed that the woman

you seek is on board,
currently at Deck Four,

- Airlock Two.
- Thank you.

And I'd like to offer
my condolences, Captain.

I infer from micro-inflections
in your voice

that you are experiencing sorrow.

It's been a tough day.

It can be painful to weigh
duty against compassion.

I wasn't aware you had
the operational parameters

to make an observation like that.

The understanding and
experience of emotion

naturally leads to feelings
of empathy for others.

You feel emotions?

It is a recent development.

We have arrived.

It was nice speaking with you, Captain.

With you too, Zora.

Attention: duty logs have been updated

to reflect new rotations,
effective immediately.

Patri Doxica?

- I'm Captain Burnham.
- Hello.

I believe this may belong to you.

I...

I thought it was lost years ago.

How did you... ?

I'm helping someone keep a promise.

This was my father.

He was killed when I was a girl.

We're meant to be added
to the tree when we come of age.

I didn't have the chance.

Now you do.

Thank you.

I hope it continues to grow

for many generations to come.

I can smell synthehol ale
across the room.

Here, try some of the real stuff.

Risian whiskey.

Thanks.

You're Cleveland Booker,
the other spore drive operator.

I read your file.

Ruon Tarka.

You were working with Stamets today.

Mm-hmm.

Also saw that colony
get pushed into the sun.

That was quite a show.

At least you got everyone out.

Yeah. Almost.

"Almost" was the story of my day, too.

I came this close
to something... incredible.

You know who's behind
the DMA, don't you?

You say that with such confidence.

A man only gets as close as you did

when he has some idea
what's over the cliff.

So who made it?

I don't know.

Yet.

But I could've told you it
wasn't the Metrons

or the Nacene or the Iconians
well before I got here.

So why the experiment?

Why risk the lives of everyone on board?

Science has many purposes.

Try again.

I constructed a model
of the DMA controller

at a scale of 3.22 times
10 to the negative 17th.

This entire ship

couldn't provide enough
juice to keep it stable.

Which means the actual device

has an energy source equivalent
to a hypergiant star.

Unfathomable power.

Maybe they're gods.

Whoever they are, they're not gods.

And they're sure as hell
aren't immortal.

So much anger, no place to put it.

You don't know me.

No, but I know anger.

It's a wonderfully productive emotion.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Booker.

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