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Hello?

Are you out there?

Are you listening?

I hope so because you're
the only person

who could possibly understand
my crazy story.

It all started a week ago.

But wait, before I can
tell you what happened,

let's start with some context.

In the last thousand years,

the Federation has encountered

4,633 sentient species.

That's over
37 trillion individuals.

In all those life-forms,
there's only ever been one me.

One Series Acclimation Mil.

One Sam.

Isn't that amazing?

In all space and time,
I'm unique.

I was created 217 days ago

on a world called Kasq
and I'm the only

photonic cadet at the Academy.

- Hey, Sam.
- Hi.

- Sammenhammer.
- Ah!

- Samurai.
- Genesis.

Samburger.

- Jay-Den.
- Samerooni.

Darem.

I've been greeted
by some version of my name

684 times

in the 97 days
that I've been here.

Queen Sam Samallina.

Of Samonita.

That's my favorite.

I am Kasq's future emissary
to the Federation.

Which, as you know,
is a really big job

made up of lots of smaller jobs.

Maintaining peace,

diplomatic relations,

resolving conflicts.

- Oh!
- Being an emissary is hard.

And from what I can tell,
it doesn't always go so well.

Like right now,
one of my main jobs

is to explain organics
to my Makers.

But that's not always so easy.

Look.

My Makers are photonics like me,

but they've never left
our world.

Priority One Mission, my dude.

So they need me to explain

everything about organics:

the concept of food,
what Starfleet is and why

cadets never refuse
Priority One Missions,

even if they really should.

Do it, do it, do it.

Do it...

Darem hates bananas.

He's a Khionian.

His species overproduces

polyphenol oxidase causing
high-potassium foods

to rot the minute
they are ingested.

Show the doctor. Open.
Yeah. Oh.

He knows this,

and yet he still

never checks to make sure
the hash is banana-free.

Oh, also?

Khionians vomit glitter.

As I was saying,

my Makers need me to explain

everything about organics.

Problem is...

organics are chaotic,

complex and...

unpredictable.

Series Acclimation Mil.

Oh.

Hi.

These are the guys
I was talking about.

We are
contacting you for a report.

These are my Makers.

Every week, I report to them
on what I've been learning here.

And last week,
they started with this.

Please explain the purpose

of your recent course selection.

Oh, I bet I know
what this is about.

Is it about my music elective?

A little background:
organics created

my species a long time ago,
but only saw us as servants.

Not good.

After they left,
my Makers became sentient,

built a society,

and now they want to connect
with other species,

which would be good,
but they're afraid

organics might try
to use us again,

which would be bad.

Can we trust organics?

That's what I'm here
to find out.

Can I ask why you chose
to learn the theremin, Sam?

Well, for one...

music!

What's not to love?

And two, electromagnetic fields
creating sound

through the principles
of capacitance and heterodyning

just seemed cool.

That's all?

Surely there's
a deeper meaning for you?

Yeah, for sure.

Of capacitance or heterodyning?

I'm asking you
what the music makes you feel.

What you feel
is irrelevant to your mission.

But I thought my mission

was to understand organics
so I can explain them to you.

Music will not help us

know that we will be safe

to open our world to them.

Trust me,
I'm all in on the mission.

I'm just...

struggling with some
of their intangible behaviors.

Define
"intangible organic behavior."

Uh, this morning,
for instance...

Darem just decided
we can't share the atrium.

They were having something
called a "turf war"

between us and the War College.

Primitive.

As long as you are infesting

our vastly superior classrooms...

Because your stupid talking
plants ruined our tech lab.

Your failure
to anticipate our stupid

talking plants ruined
your tech labs, therefore,

you stay on your side
of the atrium,

lest your ineffectiveness
becomes contagious.

- Oh...
- Okay? You cannot do that.

Jay-Den!

You're in a no-fly zone.

Look, huh?

Cute.

Professor, I...

Or another example:

organics have this thing called

"desire."

Pupil dilation,

elevated body temperature,

increased blood flow
to the face...

and other areas.

All physical indications
of that desire, but...

they won't even talk
to each other.

Have you engaged
in direct inquiries?

As a matter of fact, I have.

Are you ashamed to ask for sex?

- What?
- Is that why

you hide your desire?

Do you just walk the halls
asking people this stuff?

Your interest is very obvious.

Yeah, but...
in a cool way, right?

No, it's not.

Does he think that?

- Anyway, things are a little...
- Complicated, you know,

between our schools right now,
so I'm just...

- keeping a low profile.
- Keeping a low profile.

But your pheromones?

Get out of my face.

Do you see
what I'm talking about?

If they can't
explain themselves,

how am I supposed to?

The Academy offers

an advanced seminar entitled:

"Confronting the Unexplainable."

We believe you will find all
the answers to your questions

in this course.
Enroll immediately.

The semester's nearly over.

A-Absolutely. Right away.

I won't let you down.

- At the time...
- Oh.

...I was so frustrated.

But they did
start me on the path

that changed my life.

Another emissary.

Like me.

Pretty wild stuff, huh?

Hi. Professor Illa?

I'm Sam from Kasq.

I must enroll in your class
because I need

to explain the unexplainable
this semester.

Ah.

Ambitious.

But it is midterms,
you've missed a ton of...

I can make them up.

- I process data instantly.
- I'm sorry.

- Maybe next year.
- It's just...

I have a duty.

To Kasq.

This can be my midterm project.

Solving the mystery
of Benjamin Sisko.

Okay, let's back up.

Benjamin Sisko was
a renowned Starfleet captain,

instrumental in ending
the Dominion War,

where he saved
billions of lives.

Oh, and he also discovered
late in life

that he was created
by godlike aliens

and wasn't entirely human.

What I'm saying is...

there's a lot here.

Like, a lot.

Solving the mystery
isn't why we study him.

Can it be why I study him?

I've never known
another emissary.

Hmm.

You don't do well
with ambiguity, do you?

Mm-mm.

I'll tell you what.

You solve this mystery...

you can teach the class.

And that's when I decided...

...it's time to figure out
what happened to Benjamin Sisko.

Okay, guys, I need your help

to figure out what happened
to Benjamin Sisko.

I thought we'd start simple.

Benjamin Lafayette Sisko

was a Starfleet captain
who commanded Deep Space 9

near the planet Bajor
in the 24th century.

The Bajorans believed
that Sisko was

the emissary of the Prophets.

Emissary is
a very important job.

Pause, please.

Define "Prophets"
in this context.

The Prophets are godlike aliens

who the Bajorans worshipped,

who lived
in the Celestial Temple.

Though he was a man of science,
and initially skeptical,

Sisko embraced his role
as the emissary,

rescuing Bajor
from countless threats.

The greatest of which...

...were the evil Pagh-Wraiths,

who were intent on Bajor's
total destruction.

In 2375,

he confronted them
at the Great Fire Caves.

He was never seen again.

This is a children's book?

Damn, Bajoran kids don't play.

But wait, that's not the end.

According to Bajoran scripture,
Sisko was taken directly

from the Fire Caves

to the Celestial Temple,

where he still lives with the
Prophets as a guardian of Bajor.

So...

...what do we think really
happened to Benjamin Sisko?

Well, he must be dead.

Right? Between the fire

- and the red guys?
- It's wild.

My dad said he was
this huge hero back in the day,

but Starfleet
never found a body,

so they consider him MIA.

MIA? 800 years later?

- Come on.
- This is my problem.

I have to prove that
he's either dead or still alive

- with the Prophets.
- Why?

Because I want to be
a great emissary like Sisko.

And to do that,
I need to get into this class.

But this way
he's Schrödinger's prophet.

Everybody wins.

It's not that deep, Sam.

Proving that a human
either combusted or exists

on a multidimensional plane
with non-corporeal entities

isn't deep?

Dude was an emissary, okay?

Guys like this
always end up dead

for telling people
what they don't want to hear

or for doing crap jobs
nobody else will do,

like taking on those
fire things. Either way...

...he's dead.

Unless you ask a Bajoran,
who will never admit that

'cause then their whole
belief system falls apart.

It's not a mystery.

It's a story
people tell themselves

to keep the monsters
away at night.

Do not listen to him.

Do you know any Bajorans?

No.

Ooh, I just joined Bajor Club.

I'm a joiner.

It's my tragic flaw.

Welcome.

Are you of Bajor?

Thanks.
And no, I'm of Kasq.

I'm doing a project
on "The Sisko" and I was hoping

that maybe you could poss...

- Oh, that-that's not...
- Oh.

I-I'm sorry.

I-I just assumed that's
how you greet new people.

Uh, your pagh is strong.

Thanks. Yours, too.

I'm assuming.

I'm in a rush,
so do you mind if I just...?

Can someone turn the music down?

Thank you.

Can I have everyone's attention?

Please raise your hand

if you have spoken to
or seen The Sisko

since he died.

Or supposedly died.

Allegedly. I-I know you have

your scriptures,
which are... great.

I'm just looking for something
a little more concrete,

or, like, evidence-based or...

something more provable

that isn't just
based on nonsense.

It says here
you pulled someone's ear

and yelled,
"Prove to me he's still alive."

I misread the situation.

Believe me, not a fatal error.

Sit.

When I lived on Bajor, Sisko

was like a god to them.

They don't even show images
of him anymore because

they believe
he's transcended human form.

Like a god,
like a man, like a prophet.

People believe
all these things are true.

Maybe they are.

Questions reveal the most

about the people who ask them,
so keep asking.

You might learn something
about yourself.

This isn't about me, Chancellor.

Say more.

My Makers sent me here
to understand organics.

It's been a long time
since they've been around them,

and it was kind of rough

for them back then.

They don't trust you,
any of you.

But they want to, they just need

to understand how
to integrate with organics now.

And if it's even possible.

You have a unique circumstance.

You're here to dream
for your entire world.

Some of our students come
to Starfleet Academy

to live out their own dreams.

But you're dreaming us up, kid.

You have to know
who you are to do that.

It's... crucial, actually.

But how do I do that unless...?

Captain Ake, you have

- a message from engineering.
- Today is...

not a lunch day.

Have you tried the Sisko Museum?

- Mm-mm.
- It's in New Orleans,

but you can access
the exhibits virtually.

Now I got to go deal with this.

The Sisko...

Museum.

Kelrec?

Kelrec!

Care to tell me...

...why the entire
SFA power grid is down?

I decline to answer.

Sorry, am I reading this right?

You're heating the ocean?

Just a small lagoon therein.

Now if you'll excuse me...

Using unauthorized alien tech
to boil...

- Gently heat.
- ...the Pacific Ocean?

A small lagoon therein.

I do not answer to you.

I'm hosting
an important visitor.

Chancellor Amal,
from the planet Alpherat.

Hot date?

Explains the sweat.

As you very well know,

the Alpherati are
brilliant military strategists

with an impressive
training academy.

Chancellor Amal
reached out to me

about a possible collaboration
between our institutions.

Quite an honor.

And she needs the ocean hot?
Why?

For her fleet of fire eels.

- Her what?
- Sensitive creatures

who can't handle the cold.

The Alpherati bring them
everywhere

- for security.
- Eels? For security?

What if the chancellor needs
protecting on land?

That's, uh...

Uh...

I don't know.

Wait.

You said she reached out to you?

- Mm-hmm.
- The Alpherati never reach out.

Well, perhaps she's impressed
with the War College's success

despite our recently
depleted resources.

Look, I don't have time
for this.

I have to prepare
a traditional Alpherati dinner

involving something
called a Kometa,

and I still haven't
chosen a wine.

What says "tactical prowess,"
a Cab

- or a Pinot Blanc?
- Kelrec!

You're losing it.

Heating the ocean?

Making it so my teachers
can't do their jobs?

A medically worrying
amount of sweat.

Sit down.

Let me make you some tea.

You wouldn't even know
where to begin.

I've done hundreds
of diplomatic dinners.

You fix my power,

I'll show you
how to wow the chancellor.

You'll help me?

Why?

Goodness of my heart?
Brain parasite?

Okay.

I feel bad
about the Vitus Reflux debacle.

How are those plants,
by the way?

They should be
in the off-gassing stage.

They are fine and I do not wish
to discuss the off-gassing.

Maybe I'm tired
of being enemies.

This animosity isn't good
for our cadets, either.

Have you seen the atrium?

How can we expect them
to coexist,

when all we see
in each other are...

depleted resources?

You can trust me.

Your hand is very sweaty.

Great!

Dress rehearsal for the
Alpherati Soup Ritual tonight.

Wait, soup?

1900 hours, my office.

I'll fill the other roles.

What other roles?

Good morning, fellow travelers.

Friendly reminder that fitness
and stamina assessments

will begin at 0900
in the gymnasium.

Caffeine is allowed.
Excuses are not.

Welcome
to the virtual access portal

for the Benjamin Sisko Museum.

Greetings, visitor.

Here you will learn about
the life of the man himself.

Husband, father,

Starfleet officer,

and the importance of his role

as emissary
to the Prophets of Bajor.

"The chosen one"?

Please select
your topic of interest.

The Sisko was created
by the Prophets

to be their emissary
to the people of Bajor.

His mother Sarah
was both human and prophet,

so his path was predetermined

long before he was the emissary.

So, what,

we just have to do
what we're told?

No matter what?

Please approach
an item of interest

to learn more
about its importance.

Benjamin Sisko enjoyed
a sport called baseball,

an ancient Earth game
of tactics, strategy

and athletic prowess.

This is one of the original Orbs

gifted by the Prophets
to the citizens of Bajor.

It enabled users to feel
connected to the Prophets

and communicate with them.

So, kind of like
an interdimensional comms badge

that lets you talk
to the Prophets.

Hmm.

Worth a shot.

Dear Sisko.

The Sisko.

O Captain, my Captain.

I am Sam.

I'm not sure if I'm even allowed
to ask you anything,

but, well, I'm an emissary.

Like you.

But I'm failing at it.

My Makers have been alone
for so long,

they're counting on me to know

how to communicate
with organics.

To make sure
we'll be safe with them.

How do I become
what my Makers need me to be?

How do I understand the organic
experience enough to...

You can't hear me, can you?

Here you can learn more

about Benjamin Sisko's
family lineage.

You were his son.

Please make your selection
from the Starfleet Academy

lecture series archives.

What made
your father a great emissary?

That's funny.

I didn't know him
as "the emissary."

But if you want to know
what made him a great man,

how much time do you got?

I knew a man
that loved baseball,

a man who would knock out a Q
without thinking twice.

I knew a man
who always championed me,

especially in my writing.

I know his recipes,
his passions,

and the example he set
for me as a father,

so that when I became
a father myself,

I was able to love my children
the way he loved me.

And teach them
how to make a mean gumbo.

I imagine all of those things
made him a good emissary too,

but you'd have to ask
the Prophets about that.

Wish I could've known you.

Specialist Krebbs,

your Talaxian Furfly is now
consuming its own fur.

It's disgusting. Please advise.

So, this is still happening?

I've processed every bit

of factual information about
Benjamin Sisko that exists.

Uh-huh.

But it's not enough
to solve this mystery.

That's intense. And cool.

- Thank you.
- But I did warn you

- it wasn't solvable.
- I still think it is.

But I need
to ask you something first.

- Quickly.
- I found a recording of his son Jake.

And here's his dad, one of
the greatest emissaries ever,

but all Jake wanted to do
is talk about

how much his dad loves gumbo.

Where are you
on the tomato debate?

Well, I don't eat,
so it's kind of...

To tomato or not to tomato

is a hot-button issue
in gumbo circles.

For some, it's a necessity.

- Others claim a sacrilege.
- Oh.

Neither is a fact,

but people cling hard
to their sides.

- Oh.
- Now, Benjamin

learned to make gumbo
at his father's restaurant,

Sisko's Creole Kitchen.

Considered the tomato
such a gumbo staple,

he grew them in his quarters.

A choice, one of many,
that made him who he was.

So, you're saying...

You are not going to solve
this mystery with facts alone.

So, if our choices
determine who we are,

what determines our choices?

What we love. Tomatoes.

Tomatoes.
And lots of other things.

One thing the man
was not short on was love.

Yeah. So can I join
your class now?

No.

Again, I don't eat,
but that seemed wrong.

Hmm.

Yeah, so I get the
solution. It's the equation...

Need a midterm study break?

Yeah, I know this stuff anyway.

Ah...

What is that?

It smells amazing.

- The amazing-est.
- Gumbo,

étouffée, aubergine stew,
all from the menu

at Sisko's family restaurant,
which I can't eat,

so I need you
to describe it for me.

My mouth is on fire,
and I never want it to go out.

It's like crunchy love
on a plate.

Fried dough and sugar
are some of the few things

in life that buy
immediate stress relief.

Gimme, gimme, gimme.

Mmm. If you give me access

to your primary system,
maybe I can figure out

- a way for you to taste stuff.
- Ooh.

Okay.

- Mmm.
- Whoo!

My life is literally changing.

I mean this
strictly as a friend:

this is incredibly sexy.

Um...

Try this.

- Oh, wow.
- Yeah.

- Like it?
- Yeah.

- Keep. Keep.
- Oh. Purple.

Mm...

Is that supposed to be a scarf?

Ooh.

Um... Okay.

Why-why do I hear
a marching band?!

Give me some time,
I'll figure it out.

Do you want to send it
to my PADD?

Yeah.

- Is that raktajino?
- Yeah.

Ah, glorious day.
Klingons invented it.

- Leave some for me.
- Is it good?

I-I made some changes.

Uh, no.

It's horrendous.
I respect that you tried.

Uh, I researched Sisko for you
and found something interesting

- about his son.
- Jake?

Yes. He's a renowned author.

Rumor is, he was writing a book,
Anslem,

which is Bajoran for "father."

I know, but no one seems to know
if he ever finished it.

I know a cadet bar
where Sisko used to hang out.

Think he got punched there
by a Vulcan once.

Hold up.

There's a cadet bar here?

Kind of.

Okay, so, The Launching Pad?
Long gone.

But pretty much in the exact
same spot is the aptly named...

Oh, The Academy.
I love that place.

What? It's my first planet.
I explore.

How am I finding out this late
that you're cool?

You want to go?

It's cadet night
every Friday during midterms.

Priority One Mission?

- I'm in.
- I'm, I'm...

You know I'm in.

I am trying to walk
in Sisko's footsteps.

And some of the best footsteps
lead to bars.

Series Acclimation Mil.

You are not yet enrolled
in the seminar we requested.

That's exactly
what I'm trying... Forget it.

Be advised:
if you fail in your mission

to understand organics,
you will be of no use to us.

You will return to Kasq
and all contact with organics

will cease, forever.

But you can't just
drop me in here

and expect me to...
these-these organics...

...they're my friends.

They're meaningful to me.

This is not
for you to determine.

So, either I succeed
as your emissary

or I spend the rest
of my existence on Kasq,

as a failure.

Away from anyone
who cares about me.

You have one more week

to demonstrate your value
as our emissary

before we remove you from
Starfleet Academy permanently.

Sam.

Sam? You okay?

What happens at bars?

I would very much like
to find out.

- Tonight. Let's do it.
- Yes, she would.

Mm!

Welcome to the sacred ritual

of the Kometa fish.

We come to the table
as strangers,

but upon leaving,
may we find ourselves

as friends, not foes.

Uh, is there a third thing
we could find ourselves as?

Uh, I'm gonna need to know

when we do and don't
use these things.

I must thank you
for including me, Nahla.

The Kometa is one
of my favorite customs.

- And I have never heard of it.
- It's been a while

for me, but everything
is written out on our PADDs,

so it shouldn't be hard.

I will play Chancellor Amal.

The Doctor,
as our reigning expert,

is our Kometa Sage.

He will provide feedback
for how the meal is going.

And Reno,
you will play two parts.

Um, the Secrets Guardian
and Sacred Gift Pig.

A one-woman ensemble.

Good thing I'm hilarious.

No, Commander,
this is a serious ritual.

The Alpherati would find
any laughter gravely offensive.

Good news.
Kelrec is never funny.

I possess a biting wit.

For the Kometa Soup Ritual

to work,
it must be a sober affair.

- Would you stop?
- Thank you, Doctor.

Now, what do you appreciate most

about your position
as chancellor?

That I answer to no one.

E-Easy, Kelrec.

Allies, remember?

Here's a less loaded question.

What makes
the War College successful?

Like the Alpherati,
I am a very serious individual.

I believe we succeed
by maintaining

strict academic
and military rigor.

A fine answer.

And now...

...time for soup.

"Honored guest,

what..."

No.

"Honored guest,
what do you fear?"

I suppose I fear...

Hmm?

...letting down those
I have sworn to protect.

"Well done. And now,

a request from the Gift Pig."

- Oh, right. I'm the pig.
- Mm-hmm.

Sorry, I think
I'm just really thrown

by the fact that no one
has a normal-looking spoon.

- Hey.
- I got it.

Um, "Your secret is a gift,

"and your gift

is asking the chancellor
for a secret."

What?

Chancellor Amal,

what don't you want me to see?

I don't want you to see
my helping you

as in any way strategic,
but if I'm honest, it is.

Ah. Honesty.

How refreshing.

It tends
to pair well with trust.

What's next?

My PADD says
"a musical performance."

Hey! Good to see you again.

Come here.

I figured out how to adjust
your processing matrix.

- Want to see?
- Yeah.

- Right here.
- This will help me taste gumbo?

Ooh, no, no, no.
Better than that.

This will get you wasted.
Okay? So it'll simulate

how organics feel when we drink,

so euphoria,
lowered inhibitions.

All guilt-free.

One tap equals one shot, okay?

I'll never know if I was
walking in the footsteps

of the emissaries
in this particular moment,

so let's just say
I did this for science.

And Kasq.

Like I said,
I'm all about the mission.

Uh, that's too many shots.

Why is everybody so squiggly?

No.

No, no, no, no. What the hell
is Academy doing here?

This is a deeply
unpleasant turn of events.

I see that you have come
to colonize

yet another one
of our cherished locales.

Aka, you losers ruin everywhere.

Great jackets, guys.

If I were you,
I would consider leaving.

- Quickly.
- Eat glass, bro.

- You leave.
- I concur with Dzolo.

- Eat glass.
- This is very dramatic,

and I'm sure
has deep meaning for you all,

but I have other customers
trying to enjoy the bar.

So let's have a shot
and play nice, hmm?

Have fun.

My name is Sam.

Sam...

Hey.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

You want to go somewhere else?

No!

We're staying here because
this is where Sisko went.

I'm doing this. Mm-hmm.

- Hmm?
- Priority One Mission:

stop being a wimp-ass bird boy
and just talk to Tarima.

We can all see
that you two want to...

- Are you making a panini?
- Yeah.

Okay, you're drunk.

I'll talk to Tarima,
just... stop doing that.

You have a firm booty, Mir.

So, you ready
for Quantum Chem tomorrow?

Uh, definitely not.

No?

I don't know, you seem ready.

You got a capable bearing.

Thank you.

Your bearing is also impressive.

Oh, wow!

- I love love. I love love.
- Mm-hmm.

Like, no one does love
like organics.

Do you love?
But Klingons

is like more, is more...

- Ugh...
- Or, like, less is more.

Or like,
more is more or-or, like...

I-I love love!

I love love. I love love.
I love love.

I love love. Ocam!

I love love!

Beautiful, Kelrec.

Really slow and loud.

- Thank you.
- Yes,

you-you played a lot of notes.

Next, an interpretive dance.

- Ugh.
- In the interest

of time,
let's skip ahead to... Ah.

Open-Hearted Salute.

That's me, with the assistance
of our Chorus.

Hey, uh, look, I don't know
if I can do whatever this is.

Oh, it-it's a lovely segment.

The host lists
our guests' attributes,

citing why they will
make great allies.

Commander Kelrec,

though our philosophies differ,

I know we will find
solid ground.

As we look for shared values,

our diversity in thought
will be our greatest strength.

Here's to working together
to build a bright future

for our two academies.

Thank you, Chancellor Amal.

This evening has surprised me.

I, too, look forward
to the future.

I'm sorry, Commander.

Sometimes the fish does that.

I should have known better.

I was a fool
to trust any of you.

It's just the fish.

Kelrec, it's the fish.

- We're having fun.
- You can't be asked

to take anything seriously
for even an hour?

What ridiculous people
you all are.

- I take offense to that.
- I'm actually okay

with that description.

Forgive us. You can trust me.

Let's get back to our meal.

You speak a great deal
about trust

for someone who abandoned
Starfleet 15 years ago.

Is that why you never
gave me a chance?

You think I abandoned...

You did abandon it.

Tell me something
about Lanthanites, Nahla.

What's the point
of such a long life

if your memory is this short?

- Hi.
- Hi.

You know, I-I'm really enjoying
this little game of yours.

- Hmm?
- Yeah.

It's like a...

It's like a one-man
will he, won't he?

No, it's riveting.

Yeah? It's not really a game,
it's more of like a...

...proximate distance
relationship.

Who decided there would be
a relationship?

I mean, why bother, you know,

if it's proximate?

I don't know.

Some of my most
epic relationships

have been completely imaginary.

I'm more hands-on.

Gensesis.

- Hmm?
- I get it now.

I think The Sisko just wanted
to be Ben, you know?

He just wanted to go out
with his friends like this,

you know, and have a good time,

and-and be a good dad
and build sailboats,

you know, and-and start riots.

Did Sisko start riots
I don't know about?

Also, did you call me Gensesis?

The things that he loved
were everything to him.

He was ripped away from them.

Who chooses that? Hmm?

I bet the Celestial Temple

doesn't even have
shrimp and grits.

Watch.

- Hey, hey, hey, wormhole aliens!
- Sam...

- Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam. Sam.
- Mm-hmm. Hmm?

You're drunk right now.

This feeling you're feeling,
it's not real.

It is real! I feel so alive.

But being an emissary means

you never get to do
what you want to do ever.

Yeah, this is my song!

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

I guarantee you've never
heard this song before.

- Let's go!
- Okay.

Hey. It's time to go.

You've clearly had too much.
You're slumming it.

You assume the Klingon

- is the one slumming.
- Step away, fish stick.

Bar fight!

Just like Sisko!

Don't make me
embarrass you, girl.

You okay, Sam?

For the emissaries!

- Um...
- Probably not our business?

Caleb, where the hell are you?!

Get your ass in here!

Let me guess.
I should see the other guy.

You should see the other guy.

- Are you intoxicated?
- Intoxicated with the truth.

Yep, that's my bad.

- Master controls now.
- I want to sleep now.

Yeah, she's sober now.

What is a burrito,

and why do I want it
right this second?

Return to your quarters
right now.

Not you, Sam.

- Bye, girl.
- Feel better, Sam.

Are you angry with me, Doctor?

I'm disappointed.
I didn't expect this from you.

I did it to solve
the mystery of Captain Sisko.

- Captain Sisko?
- You knew him?

Sadly, no.

My creator, Dr. Lewis Zimmerman,
met him once.

And I did become acquainted
with his son Jake years later.

Fantastic writer.

You knew Jake?

W-What did he tell you
about his father?

How could he bear
to lose him like that?

The same way we all learn
to live with loss.

Get over it, move on.

You can't just get over
something like that.

You can, and you do.

Attention, cadets.

Academy Explorers has announced
a trip to Muir Woods.

If you'd like to see some
of the oldest

and most majestic trees
on Earth,

be at the transfer arches
at 0600 hours tomorrow morning,

for some morning wood.

- Where you headed?
- To meet Chancellor Amal

- at the Alpherati ship.
- Ah.

Thank you for
restoring our power.

Things should work
when they work.

I'm beginning to understand

you're going to make
all of our interactions

as uncomfortable as possible.

- Not for me.
- You not keeping your word

doesn't mean
I wouldn't keep mine.

Double negative.

I appreciate your honesty.

- Count on it.
- Same.

Right. Why would we ride
in silence?

Uh... Oh.

- Uh...
- So here's the thing.

Yes?

I understand why you feel
I abandoned Starfleet.

You've had to live in absolutes.

But if you make a judgment
without context,

whether it's me
or Chancellor Amal,

you'll have a hell of a time
getting people to trust you.

Or your cadets.

How bad was my flute?

It was rough, man.

I failed.

Did you, now?

Congrats.

Well, failure can be fun.

But anyway, talk.
What did you learn?

It doesn't matter
how Sisko died.

Or if he died.

All I know is that he didn't get
to live the life that he wanted.

His entire existence
was planned out for him

by-by a bunch of
wormhole aliens.

Emissaries who succeed
lose everything they love,

and emissaries who fail do, too.

Either way, you're doomed.

So, a lot.

You learned a lot.

I think it's time
you see something.

Is that Anslem?

You know it?
Oh, of course you do.

So Jake actually wrote it?

But never published it.

It was one of the many ways
he kept Benjamin close.

Here.

"Why did it have to be him?

"Why couldn't the Prophets
have chosen someone else

as their emissary so that
I didn't have to lose my dad?"

I didn't realize until now

that who he was as my father
is inseparable

from who he was as an emissary.

There was no one else
to do what he did.

He chose and was chosen
all at once.

Hi.

Hey, sis.

Are you real?

Do you want me to be?

Mm. You're amazing.

So are you.

Sorry you lost your dad.

I think the Prophets are jerks.

No, they're all right.

Without them, he doesn't exist.

And neither do I.

But it wasn't fair to him.

A life with no real choice.

Can I show you something?

Kendra Valley on Bajor.

My dad bought this land
to make a house for us.

He left before
he could build it.

That-That's awful.

Not really.

This was right before
the Prophets told him

that if he married Kasidy,

he would know
nothing but sorrow.

He thought about what they said.

And married her anyway.

He did what the Prophets needed,
but he did it his way.

Those last few months
with Kasidy and me

were the best
we ever had as a family.

The Prophets
were wrong sometimes.

As much as they taught him,
he taught them, too.

By staying true to himself.

I-I don't, I don't...

I don't think I can be
Kasq's emissary.

I get it.

Thing is,
emissaries are important.

They build bridges,

they create stability
in a universe

that sometimes feels like

all it wants to do
is tear itself apart.

But they sacrifice so much.

Everyone makes sacrifices.

My father's saved
billions of people.

Sometimes lose-lose
is actually win-win.

But what-what if I can't do it?

What if I'm not enough?

You are enough.

My dad told me that
so many times.

I just wish I'd listened
to him sooner.

Thanks for writing it down.

It's what I was made to do.

So, if I close this-this book,

are-are you just
gonna disappear?

I don't know, girl.

I-I thought you were the one
controlling all of this.

Oh.

You know all those things
that you think he missed?

He didn't.

He was always there.

He never really left us.

I can't prove it,
but I know it's true.

Did you find what you were
looking for?

Yes.

Good.

Where did you get this from?

I was asked to keep it safe.

And only share it with those

who would understand
how to use it.

How did you know
that Sisko grew tomatoes?

I couldn't find that
in any of the records.

Are those Trill markings?

Wait a minute.

- Illa isn't a surname, is it?
- You're a good detective.

I expect to see you
in my class next year.

Find it in the course catalogue
under my full name: Illa Dax.

Wait.

You're Dax?

Like the Dax?

As in "mentor to Sisko" Dax?

Wow. I should have known
you'd do your research.

Benjamin would have liked you.

He loved people who got into
trouble for the right reasons.

So, after all of those
experiences,

after everything
I learned about you,

I finally realized what
I needed to tell my Makers.

Look, it's going to take time

for me to learn all the stuff

you want me to know
about organics.

Their behavior
can't be explained

or predicted by an algorithm

because their purpose
is not understanding,

it's becoming.

I have to do that too,
just like Benjamin Sisko did.

In the meantime, I don't know
if you can trust them,

but-but I know that I can.

I'll reach out when
there's something to report.

And until then,
assume all is well.

If you disobey us,
you will have failed.

No. It's why I'll succeed.

But on my terms.
And I can live with that.

- Series Acclimation Mil.
- Later.

You may not...

My music teacher once asked me

why I chose to learn
the theremin.

I think
because it feels like me.

It has no strings, no keys.

Technically speaking,
I have no body.

But it creates
its own unique kind of music.

Music that inspires hope,

love, connection.

That builds bridges.

And isn't that
what an emissary does?

I'm not sure if it matters
to you that who you were,

who you became,
and the mystery of your fate

changed the life of a girl
who wouldn't even know your name

until 800 years
after you vanished,

but that's what happened.

Well, it's sort of like
you theremined me.

Completely changed me,
my whole life.

And I can never really tell you
how much you mean to me.

But I honor you,
wherever you are,

and hope that this message
finds you well.

Thank you for sharing your life
with this universe.

Thank you for creating
an amazing son,

for loving him
into being his best self.

Everyone should have
a dad like you.

If you ever want to talk...

...I'm here, Benjamin.

Divine laws
are simpler than human ones,

which is why it takes a lifetime
to be able to understand them.

Only love can understand them.

Only love can interpret
these words

as they were meant
to be interpreted.

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