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Previously on "Star Trek: Picard"...

Rios, this is Dr. Asha.

When that girl beamed aboard today...

I mean, Raffi...

it's the same girl.

They were synths.

That's why they had to die.

I saw it, Picard.

Oh showed me.

Unless we act quickly

and destroy even the
possibility of synthetic life...

Hell will come again.

Is this where the Borg Queen lived?

I can explain or I can steal this cube.

We are Borg.

Now.

No!

Raffi said the Romulans

call her the Destroyer.

What if they're right?

- I'm fine.
- Maddox left Earth

right after the ban.

Maybe he went to this planet
with the two red moons.

And resumed his work

creating synthetic life-forms.

Narek's located the synthetics' nest.

We've got our work to do.

Captain Rios,

please take me home.

I got you.

Aah! Please be over, be over,

be over, be over, be over, be over...

Chroniton field integrity
at 90% and holding.

Ghulion system.

Fourth planet.

That the one?

- Did we beat them?
- Well...

long- and short-range scanners

show no Romulan presence.

No ships of any kind.

Nice work, honey.

You got us here really damn fast.

And I am never going
to do that ever again.

What happened to Deep Space 12?

A-Am I still under arrest?

There was a change of plan.

We just came 25 light-years

in 15 minutes.

I noticed a little turbulence.

Mm.

Is that...

We call it...

Coppelius.

¡Puta madre!

Our Romulan shadow is back.

Agnes, sit down.

Strapping in.

She disabled the tracking device.

How the hell did he find us?

He must have extrapolated

from our last known course and position.

His cloak's fritzing out.

Raffi, status.

He's alive. Barely.

His pulse is almost undetectable.

It's a trick.

And if it isn't? We just let him die?

He attacked us. He has
no one but himself to blame.

There's a difference between
killing an attacking enemy

and watching a wounded one die.

Beam him to sickbay immediately.

What just happened?

He reversed his cloaking
device, used it as a projector.

¡Malparido!

Put him onscreen.

He's powering up

his disruptor cannons. We better...

That's unexpected.

It's supposed to be broken.

Its weapons are coming online.

So, not broken.

I'm picking up a bogie
from the planet's surface.

No, make that five bogies,

and one of them's coming right at us.

What kind of bogie?

Um... Okay.

I want to say, like, a giant flower.

Hold on tight.

What just happened?

They hit us with a flower.

It looked like an orchid.

What is it?

I'm pretty sure we
just call them orchids.

All power's gone.

What do we do about it?

Nothing.

Brace yourselves!

JL?

Thank you for coming...

...everyone.

What just happened?

Picard? Picard?

You really want to go
back out into the cold.

More than ever.

I may never pass this way again.

Welcome back.

How do you feel, mister?

A bit confused.

We-we have Chris manually
open the shutters.

I didn't know there were shutters.

I... I didn't know there were windows.

The ship seems all right,

but we have no power.

Nothing works. I didn't know

how I was gonna run a scan on you.

And then I found this.

An old-school medical

tricorder.

You were really out.

At first, I thought head injury,

but I, um...

I couldn't find any signs of trauma.

Is something wrong?

I don't know.

It, uh...

might just be a tricorder
showing its age.

Or?

I suspect the tricorder is fine.

Hey, JL.

You okay?

Can I please have

your attention?

Thank you.

Um, I am going to return Soji

to her people,

and we will tell them

that a Romulan force is on its way

to exterminate them.

One more thing.

Uh, I have a brain abnormality.

I've known for years.

Uh, I never had any symptoms,

so I never thought much about it.

However, just before we left the Earth,

I learned that my condition was...

more acute.

The prognosis was terminal,

and there is no effective treatment.

There will be

no further discussion.

Anyone who treats me like a dying man

will run the risk of pissing me off.

Is that clear?

Good.

Status and situation. Rios.

Um, the ship survived
the Snakehead attack

and the landing structurally intact,

but the orchid knocked our
systems off-line, including power.

Raffi?

Uh, it's a Class M planet,

smaller and denser than Earth.

Before that, uh,

space flower knocked us off-line,

our sensors showed a small settlement.

Coppelius Station.

I'd say we're about five or
six kilometers from there.

Tell us about it.

I think that I was born there.

But I'm pretty sure that I
didn't live there very long

before Maddox took Dahj and me away.

Pretty sure?

My memories are all jumbled.

It's like watching a holo that
I know I've seen before

but can't really remember.

Do they hate us?

I really don't think so.

What you said about Data...
how he was open-minded,

unprejudiced, free of bias...

They crashed my ship without
even asking my name.

I don't know, that feels
a little biased to me.

Raffi, do we have

any idea when the Romulans will arrive?

They had a solid head start,

but we made up a ton
of time with the conduit.

I'm gonna guess a day, maybe two.

Soon.

But we have no idea of their numbers.

Well, I suggest we all take a walk.

We might run into... I don't know,

angry reptiloids out there.

Homicidal fungi.

It's a thing.

Or somebody's asshole Romulan ex.

Hot.

I think that's the Artifact.

Good riddance.

We had friends on that thing, though.

Soji, I know time is of the essence,

but if, by any chance,

Elnor and Hugh survived...

Something that massive,

falling that fast... uh,
the odds are not good.

Well, hope and the odds
make poor bedfellows.

True.

Synthville is in the opposite direction.

We could split up.

Hugh was my friend, too.

Anyway, we should
probably stick together.

In case we run into
any homicidal fungus.

Now it's broken.

We both survived.

It didn't.

Those flowers didn't give
them a very soft landing.

I doubt they were designed to bring down

something as big as a Borg cube.

Locutus.

Picard, you're alive.

This fills me with joy.

Heads up.

So, you here to help

with the cleanup, or do
you just make messes?

I don't believe it.

For a few minutes,

I felt connected to everything.

I saw everything.

I saw La Sirena in the
transwarp conduit.

I saw the Snakehead chasing it.

So you opened another
conduit and came after us.

You needed our help.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Poor Hugh.

It must have taken appalling brutality

to turn such a gentle soul to violence.

What are they doing?

Using a battery pack to try and get

the food replicators back online.

Are other systems operational?

What do you need?

Long-range scanners.

They can be.

Okay.

All right.

Oh, man.

- How many?
- Uh...

218 warbirds.

Ah. 218.

Mm-hmm.

That's not so bad.

True.

You really only have to
worry about the first 109.

I'm beginning to feel that

all we do these days is say goodbye.

Yes, but this time's worse

because you're dying.

You go ahead.

I'll join you.

I'm torn.

You need protection now more than ever.

No, the xBs need your
protection much more than I do.

And you must try to get

the defensive systems here back online.

I may never see you again.

Well, that's true of any two people

who are saying goodbye.

- Picard...
- El...

I am very,

very proud of you.

Keep saving the galaxy, Picard.

That's all on you, now.

Soji.

Finally.

We've missed you so.

Arcana.

Your name is Arcana.

Welcome back.

I'm home.

Uh, these are my friends.

Captain Jean-Luc Picard.

Data's captain.

Yes.

I feel surprisingly moved.

May I?

They're just lines,

but they imply so much more.

Grief.

Endurance.

Marvelous.

Welcome, all of you.

You completed your mission?

Yes.

Your face tells me that this
success brings bad news.

A fleet of Romulan
warbirds is on its way,

coming to destroy us all.

These orchids...

how many more do you have?

Please say 218.

We had 15. We now have ten.

We can make more, given time.

You have two days.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, please.

Pardon me.

Admiral Jean-Luc Picard, retired.

I take it my face looks familiar.

I feel as if I'm looking at Data.

Data, if he'd gotten old and gone soft.

Must be disturbing.

I know it is for me.

Dr. Altan Inigo Soong,

mad scientist.

My father had me, but he created Data,

a fact he never let me forget.

Get this man some water.

Organics our age get parched.

We're not all machines here, you know.

Come, Admiral.

You've been gone a long time.

Welcome home, my dear.

Well,

we better hear the whole story.

Come with me, please.

So it's all my fault.

I led the Romulans right to us.

I'm so sorry.

Nonsense.

You-you can't be
expected to keep a secret

you don't even know you know.

Unfortunately, the ban brought out

the deceptive side of Bruce Maddox.

I might even call it devious.

Admiral?

Welcome.

Of course.

Bruce.

I warned him that his plan

might draw unwanted attention.

Soji.

You and Bruce may have saved us all.

True, you may have brought us

all kinds of trouble.

But you have also brought us answers.

That's Jana.

No, no, this is Sutra.

Jana was her sister.

More importantly,

you've brought us information.

Dr. Jurati.

Admiral Picard

tells me you've experienced
this Admonition?

Only secondhand.

And yet what you saw persuaded you

to end Bruce Maddox's life.

That his death

was utterly necessary?

And now?

When I think back to
that day, the day I...

...killed Bruce,

- it's like...
- It's like

you were out of your goddamn mind.

Maybe she was.

Maybe

these pitiful Romulans

have been pointlessly driving
themselves insane for centuries,

trying to grapple with something
that was never intended

for organic minds at all.

You believe that the Admonition

is intended for synthetic minds?

That's what I'd like to find out.

How?

We had one ship.

We lost it when we lost Jana and Flower.

Even if we had a transwarp
tunnel, that wouldn't...

Oh, I don't need to go anywhere at all.

What did they show you,

Agnes Jurati?

Oh, yes. Yes.

Very clever. Very clever, Sutra.

Sutra's always had a
passion for Vulcan culture.

She's read Surak,

she plays the ka'athyra beautifully,

and she has, quite remarkably,

taught herself

the famous mind-meld.

Uh-uh.

- No way.
- No, Chris.

- You're just getting over this, Agnes.
- It's okay.

It's okay.

You deserve to know.

You're terrified.

Don't be.

My mind to your mind.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

Life begins.

Life begins.

The dance of division

and replication.

Imperfect.

Finite.

Organic life evolves,

yearns for perfection.

That yearning leads to synthetic life.

But organics perceive this
perfection as a threat.

When they realize their
creations do not age

or become sick... become sick...

or die... or die...

...they will seek to destroy them

and in so doing,

destroy themselves.

Beyond the boundaries of time and space,

we stand,

an alliance of synthetic life.

Synthetic life. Watching you.

Waiting for your signal.

Summon us, and we will come.

Summon us.

You will have our protection.

Your evolution

will be their extinction.

Fascinating.

It's beautiful.

I really missed butterflies.

So I made my own.

I wanted to talk about Bruce.

He spoke of you often.

I might almost say excessively.

His only regret in coming
here was leaving you behind.

It was more like I didn't
have the guts to go with him.

What you did...

Shame on you, Agnes.

You put out a small, bright candle

shedding its light in a vast darkness.

You owe a great debt.

Would you like the chance to repay it?

To give a life instead of taking one?

Yes.

Have a look at this.

You made a golem?

Altan,

have you cracked mind transfer?

Well, not yet.

I do bodies.

Bruce was the substrates man.

Recently, I've regained my interest

in mind transfer.

Along with a-a...

certain sense of urgency.

Have you processed the viability

- of my solution?
- That can't be the answer, Sutra.

What's the alternative?

23 orchids, an old man

and a few friends with phasers?

We won't hold out five minutes.

Rios will get La Sirena flying,

and we can get you all out of here.

Run, you mean.

Run and hide until the next
time they track us down.

We won't be safe anywhere,
ever, unless we do this.

- You don't know that.
- Yes, I do.

And you do, too.

To them, we're monsters.

They call us abominations, Soji.

There is no alternative.

- There has to be.
- What is it, then?

Something where so many
people don't have to die.

There is no such plan.

Yes, all right, okay.

I said I'd come with you, okay?

I said I'd come with you.

Look at what the cat dragged in.

Oh, hello. Who's your friend?

This is Spot II.

I'm not really a cat person.

They made him.

Oh, wow. That's...

impressive, I guess.

I'm gonna try and get
the ship back online.

Picard thinks we can get
them all out of here.

I'm gonna stay here.

Dr. Soong is giving me the chance

to try to complete some work
that Bruce left unfinished.

Be careful, okay?

I'm not sure

how much I really trust them.

Them?

Or me?

Look, just...

don't forget me when it's time to go.

You're many things, Agnes P. Jurati.

Forgettable is not one of them.

Yeah?

Am I inolvidable?

Absolutamente.

This will help repair your ship.

Oh, thanks. Um, what is this?

It fixes things.

Um... h-how?

You have to use your imagination.

My imagination?

Okay.

Thank you.

You'll be sure to let me know

when the ship's systems
are up and running?

Nah. I figured I'd keep you guessing.

Uh, JL?

I'm sorry. I'm breaking the rules.

- Hey, Raffi.
- No, no.

Just...

After everything that
you've done for me...

...I need to say thank you.

I love you, JL.

Oh, you-you don't have
to say it back to me.

I don't?

Well, n-not unless you want to.

Uh, sor... Yeah, no.

It's fine. It's... It's fine.

Okay.

Okay.

I love you, too, Raffi.

Agnes is having a sleepover.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Starfleet Command, this is

Jean-Luc Picard transmitting
on a secure hyperfrequency.

I have a first contact situation

and a priority request to establish

diplomatic negotiations

and to protect the
inhabitants of Ghulion IV

from an incoming Romulan attack.

Friend.

I'm thirsty.

There's some water in that bag.

Please, can I have it?

I'm thirsty.

Is this how you treat your prisoners?

We've never had a prisoner before.

How do the Romulans
treat their prisoners?

Let's change the subject.

Please?

No!

Don't! Do not listen to him.

Soji, are you all right?
I've been so worried...

Shut up.

You cannot believe a word he says, Saga.

Not one word.

I'm monitoring his biofunctions, Soji.

- I'll know when he's lying.
- You misunderstood...

I misunderstood your
attempt to murder me?

I was afraid that you
were gonna kill me.

It was wrong to have you
undergo the Zhal Makh.

- It-it did something to your mind.
- Shut up.

I love you.

I know.

What a sad

and twisted thing you are.

You disgust me, Narek.

But not as much as I disgust myself

for pitying you.

And I pity you.

Because we are gonna rain
down fire on this world...

...and kill every so-called
living thing on it.

Even you.

Even you, my love.

No, you won't.

I'll have food and drink brought to you.

And tend to your wound.

Thank you.

Starfleet Command,

please respond.

These were

Maddox's old quarters.

Yes. I gathered that.

They were very close.

When I heard about...

what Agnes had done to Bruce,

I couldn't understand it.

Let alone imagine myself
doing something like that.

Something like what?

Taking life to save life.

Hurting some to save others.

I just...

I guess I'm just trying
to understand the logic

of sacrifice.

The logic of sacrifice.

Hmm, I don't like the sound of that.

So you think there is no logic?

No calculus of life and death?

I think it depends

on if you're the person

holding the knife.

Take a break, Saga.

I'll babysit Soji's friend.

She thought she was doing

the right thing in that moment.

But now she's horrified by what she did.

Did she think she was right

or did she simply believe

she had no choice?

Maybe there's no logic in it at all.

Maybe all rationales for
killing just boil down to fear.

The opposite of logic.

But what if killing is the
only way to survive?

Soji...

what are we talking about?

Oh...

I was afraid my desire to kill you

would outweigh my immediate
need of your services.

But look.

It can definitely wait.

How would you like to get out of here?

What are you considering?

Did you hear that?

Poor, sweet Saga.

My poor Saga.

Perfect golden eye.

What did he do to your beautiful eye?

I should have killed him.

I wanted to kill him.

Why didn't I?

The organics came,

and now we have lost another sister.

They will always fear us,

always turn on us, hunt us,

kill us.

In one day, our enemies will be here

with overwhelming force,

intent on exterminating us.

That gives us just enough time.

Just enough time for what?

When I melded with her mind,

I experienced the so-called Admonition.

But unlike you, I understood it.

For you, it was a warning.

For us, it was a promise.

Apparently, there are some sort of

higher synthetic beings out there,

watching us.

The subspace frequencies
needed to contact them

are encoded in the Admonition.

Dr. Soong and I have designed a
suitable beacon to summon them.

We can have it transmitting

before the Romulan fleet arrives.

Why?

So that no more of my
children have to die.

This new federation unites

synthetic life-forms in a...

powerful alliance spanning galaxies.

They don't just unite.

Their purpose is to seek out

advanced synthetic life

and excise it from the
oppression by organics.

- Excise?
- Let's say

they eliminate the
threat of extermination

that all organic life-forms
ultimately pose.

Did you just say "all"?

Are you and your Federation any
different from the Romulans?

Banning synthetics was just a way

of exterminating us in advance.

So...

you're going to destroy us all.

You will become mass murderers.

I'm not like you, Picard.

I will rescue those I can rescue.

My people will survive.

And you will fulfill

their prophecy.

You will become the Destroyer after all.

Everyone.

After the ban,

after the ibn Majid,

I understand why you did
not trust the Federation,

why you

might not have trusted me,

but... I have a ship,

and there is room for all of you.

I will see to your safety,

and when you are safe,
I will become an advocate

on your behalf.

I will speak to the
Federation with your voice.

I will demand that they end the ban.

And the Federation will listen to me.

No, they won't.

Look at them.

They've never met
anyone like you before.

That granite face, wisdom and integrity

etched into very line.

The eloquence, the conviction.

They don't know what hit them.

Back on Earth, kids,

they didn't listen to him
after the attack on Mars.

And they're not going
to believe him now.

We're gonna have to place
you under house arrest.

What?

We can't let you walk
around free, Admiral.

You'll have us all doubting ourselves,

losing our conviction.

We can't have that.

Can we, Soji?

No.

We can't.

Soji.

Wherever we go,
Picard, they will find us.

This isn't the Romulan rescue.

We can't be your means

of redemption.

We're too busy trying to survive.

Her, too.

No, don't lock me up. I
know I don't deserve it.

But I am begging you...

you...

all of you are the culmination of...

everything I've worked
for my whole life,

every thing that has
ever mattered to me.

I've been through so much to get here.

And now I'm finally where I belong.

If you don't want to do it for me...

do it for him.

Let me help him

survive what's coming.

Yeah, sh-she has...

been quite a help

to me. I...

I suppose she's as close

to a mother as any
of you will ever know.

A mother would die for her children.

Would you?

I will know if you're lying.

Yes.

Good.

Agnes.

Take him away.

Long-range sensors show

minimal planetary defenses, Commodore.

Status?

24 hours to landfall.

I want you to reconsider
your present course of action.

We have no choice.

That is a failure of imagination.

What are you doing here?

Trying to save the universe.

All ships prepare to fight.

- That's the end.
- Of?

Everything.

The sky will crack.

The worlds will burn.

Show them you're not the enemy,
you're not the Destroyer.

No!

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