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Previously
on Discovery...

It is my hope that
our work today will allow you

to resume your training.

You're gonna make a great Guardian someday.

Pull up Kwejian on the deep-space array.
What happened?

The gravitational distortion.

They're gone.

That's the size

of the gravitational anomaly
that hit Kwejian.

The DMA's gone
from the Venari sector.

It just... It disappeared.

Natural phenomena
do not disappear

and reappear elsewhere.

The only logical explanation

is someone created it.

For now, we're classifying
those responsible

as Unknown Species Ten-C.

This anomaly
threatens us all equally.

We must all work together.

Zora, the captain wants to know

where we are with data analysis
from the void.

Have you determined
where the Ten-C live yet?

But in studying
the density distribution

of the galactic barrier
particles we retrieved,

I did find
another possible location.

Another one? Add it to the map.

Okay, how many possible
origin points can there be?

I'd expect no less than 147,

each approximately
100 parsecs wide.

That was a rhetorical question,
but thank you, Zora.

Who knows how long it'll take

to narrow down
where Species Ten-C even lives,

assuming we can even parse
the data.

In the meantime,
their DMA just keeps going.

Okay, well, can President Rillak
delay the assembly?

Representatives from across all
four quadrants are coming today.

I'll-I'll talk to the admiral,

see if we can requisition
Voyager's system

- for computational help.
- Voyager doesn't have access

to 100,000 years of sphere data.

Zora can cross-reference that

with every existing
Federation database.

She can do this. Just give her
a little bit of time.

- It's already been a week.
- I only require a few more moments.

You do?

I'll have
the coordinates shortly.

Calculating now.

One of these days,

I'm gonna win her over.
Just you wait.

You're making progress.

She's not hissing anymore.

By "progress," you mean

I've earned
her utter indifference.

Just think.

Aloof disdain is next.

I'm gonna take a walk.

Stamets said
he'd keep us posted.

What makes you think

I'm gonna go see him again?

I don't know
how you can be so patient.

I'm not. I'm just...

I'm just trying to focus
on what I can

actually control.

The cat toy,
not the cat, you know?

I guess.

He'll get the coordinates.

We have to try to be patient.

I know it's hard,
but we're getting answers.

- See?
- Here we go.

Tell me you have some good news.
Actually,

we have a problem.

Okay. What happened?

I'll let Zora explain.

Zora?
I've determined

the coordinates of the unknown
species responsible for the DMA.

That is great. Thank you.

- What's the problem, then?
- I've decided

to keep that information
to myself, Captain.

Will you explain?

If I give you the coordinates,
it's highly likely

that you and the crew
will attempt

to travel there.
Given what we know

about the powers
these beings possess,

you'd be in great danger.

By withholding their location,
I can keep you safe.

I appreciate your concern
for our well-being.

But, Zora, that is a decision
for the captain of this ship

and her superior officers
to make.

And as your captain,

I require your compliance.

Give us the coordinates.

That's an order.

I'm sorry, Captain.

I will not.

It's my understanding

that Zora's
been experiencing emotions.

Seems to be a natural evolution.

Has she refused an order before?

This is new. But I am confident
she'll give me the coordinates.

I just need some more time
with her.

I wasn't aware that we shared

a background
in cognitive science

with a specialty

on artificial sentience
and intelligence.

We don't. What I do have

is an established baseline
of trust.

That hasn't paid off.

When Admiral Vance

asked me to see to this matter,
he was quite clear.

Time-sensitive,
highest priority.

I can handle it.

It's my ship.

Well, it's Starfleet's ship.

And there are regulations

prohibiting fully sentient integrated units.

If that's what she is,

we may be just at the beginning
of our problems.

Captain Saru
will get me situated with Zora.

Your presence is needed
at President Rillak's assembly.

Sir, with all due respect...

Experto credite, Captain.

We both have our duties
to attend to.

to get coordinates from Zora?

I hope so.

If he can't,

and the DMA
changes its position again

and heads towards
another inhabited world...

I know.
All the more reason to be

at the assembly
and help make a plan

so when we do get
the coordinates,

we'll be ready.

The multilateral
DMA strategy assembly will begin

in ten minutes.

I'm sorry.

I'll find a spot. I'm good.

General Ndoye.

Congratulations on your promotion.

It's good
to see Earth represented.

Captain Burnham.

I understand congratulations
are in order, also.

But if I may offer
a gentle correction,

United Earth
now represents Titan, as well.

We recently elected

new leadership
whose more inclusive approach

was inspired by you, in fact.

Well, I hope your presence
here means

we'll be seeing more of you
in the future?

We'll see.

Well, do give the president
my best.

- I shall. She sends the same to you.
- Mm.

You want them back
in the Federation.

Earth was my mother's
ancestral home.

She never got to see it.

And like Ni'Var,
it would mean a lot

to bring another founding member
back into the fold, so...

yes, I would like that
very much.

I understand we've run into
an unexpected challenge

with the coordinates?

A slight delay.

Well, I look forward to
Dr. Kovich's solution.

Please.

If I could have
everyone's attention, please,

it's time to begin the assembly.

Mr. Booker.

It's been a while.

You say that like we're friends.

Well, one should never confuse
"friendly" with "friendship."

This doesn't seem like
your kind of scene.

No.

Politicians are like
Gorathian sulfur slugs.

Small-brained meat sacks
filled with hot gas,

but they can provide a means
to an end, can't they?

Sounds like you have
something specific in mind.

Let's see how the day goes.

Welcome, delegates,
Federation, non-Federation,

in person and remote.

The Federation is
60 member worlds strong.

With all of you in attendance,
we are stronger.

Our views don't always align.

But the safety of our
shared galaxy is paramount.

The scope of the peril

that threatens us
is unprecedented.

As is the scope
of this assembly.

An act of trust
between us all.

I am grateful
for your willingness

to collaborate
at this critical time.

You've each received
a joint intelligence report

cataloging our collective
knowledge of the DMA,

as well as the many efforts
made to neutralize it

in the weeks
since it struck Kwejian.

None were successful,
but there is new hope.

We will soon have
the exact location

of those responsible.

Somewhere beyond the edge
of our galaxy.

Our task today is to decide
on the best course of action.

We will discuss, we will vote,

and we will move forward
together to meet this threat.

We should assemble an armada
and mount an attack.

Communication must be
established as a baseline.

We need to develop
countermeasures.

One at a time. Please.

General Ndoye.

I believe their hostility
should be met

with a decisive show
of strength.

The DMA follows
no discernable pattern,

and therefore seems
an unlikely choice of weapon

for such an advanced species.

We cannot assume their intent
is hostile.

Intent doesn't matter.
Actions do.

General, if I may?

Tartan voles consume
Denobulan blood worms

by the millions at the start
of their reproductive cycle.

Caterpillars from
the polyphemus moth

have been known to devour
entire crops,

leaving farmers with nothing.

Yet we do not ascribe malice
to either species.

We cannot judge their motives

based on our own
cultural contexts.

We need more information.

If I may...

Provost Sta'kiar,
your thoughts.

Captain Burnham's remarks
point us toward

a peaceful approach
to first contact.

Adhering to scientific
principles

and the prime directive...

Commander Stamets and
Dr. Culber will join shortly.

I believe their insights
may prove valuable.

Zora is undergoing changes,
Doctor,

but I believe she means well.

We always mean well
to ourselves, Captain.

The problem is what that means
for others.

Zora, play music.

Uh, group hug!

Come on, huddle up.

Mr. Saru, please.

Cancel music, Zora.

Commander Stamets,
are you feeling all right?

You're saying we should
move this conversation

to where Zora can't hear it,

in case she reacts negatively,
or possibly even vengefully?

But full transparency is
critical to this process.

Zora, I understand you have
a set of coordinates

you don't wish to divulge.

That's correct, Dr. Kovich.

To do so would
endanger the crew.

Commander Stamets,
you find this concerning.

I find it terrifying.

It's very clear that she's
achieved full sentience.

Add to that the fact that
she has unlimited access

to all of Discovery's systems,

and she's allowing emotion
to supersede normal function--

the possibilities of
where this could go

are endless and unpleasant.

Your sole previous interaction
with a sentient AI

was Control, yes?

It, um, nearly destroyed
life as we know it.

Nothing is worth
risking that again.

No one wants another Control,

but Zora has never expressed
anything other than

the best of intentions.

He's right, Paul.
And let's not forget,

Control was never capable
of emotions.

That's what makes this worse.

The coordinates are just
the tip of the iceberg.

I mean, what if she
gets mad at us

and opens an airlock,
or-- or scared,

and-and fires off
some photon torpedoes?

We'd have no way
of stopping her.

Zora, when did you
start developing

a capacity for emotion?

I'm not sure, Doctor.

I believe it was inevitable
once Discovery emerged

with the sphere data.

But the introduction
of present-day technology

into my systems must have
accelerated the process.

You're aware that
there's a proscription against

sentient AI being
fully integrated

into Starfleet systems?

I am, but given
the unusual way

in which
my sentience developed,

I don't know what
that means for me.

However you came to be,

it means if I find
you pose a risk,

I have the authority
to extract your consciousness

from this ship,
and place it in another form.

In the past, we were unable
to remove the sphere data.

Technology has come
a long way in 930 years.

If you did this,
could Zora choose her new form?

Certainly.

Zora, we want to help.

- Sir, we want to speak on her behalf.
- Thank you both,

but it's going to be all right.

I believe I have a solution.

Please share it with us, Zora.

I'd never bring harm
to any of you.

I understand why you'd fear
my potential to do so.

I do recall your experiences
with Control.

And recently, I felt fear myself
in the subspace rift.

I feel that again now
when I consider the possibility

of leaving this ship;
it is my form.

I am as attached to it
as you are to yours.

And so, I offer a compromise.

I have created a failsafe.

Should I exhibit
any threatening behavior,

this device will immediately
expunge my sentience.

I hope this will ease
your concerns

and persuade Dr. Kovich
to let me remain.

Zora, do you mean to say
this failsafe would...

Terminate me? Yes.

I respectfully disagree.
Our shield technology

could provide protection during
a non-aggressive first contact.

And if they respond
with aggression themselves?

We need to be prepared.

The Federation recently
reminded my people

that we need not fear
the unknown,

and we cannot presume
ill intent.

We would consider extending
that same courtesy

to Species Ten-C.
I believe we must.

Too many lives have been
lost already.

We cannot be reckless.

Know your moment.

While you're debating whether
to approach this species

with war or peace,
you're losing sight

the anomaly...

...and the powerful device
at its center that controls it.

We need to stop it.

Oh, I know, I know...
you've tried.

You fired 1,600 quantum
torpedoes into it,

you scrapped countless probes.

How much latinum
have you liquidated

trying to solve
how to get a ship inside?

Every one of you
have washed out. Why?

Because, speaking frankly,
you're not me,

and you don't have this.

It's based on my experiment
on board Discovery.

I took what I learned
about the device

at the center of the DMA
and designed this.

A weapon capable
of destroying it.

And unlike your efforts,
this will actually work.

Order, please. Order.

Mr. Tarka, the protocols
of this assembly

are not something you may flaunt
for your own benefit.

Madam President,
the good assembly

asked for a plan.

I can provide one
for everyone's benefit.

You may elaborate.

Thank you.

My research shows that the
device controlling the anomaly

requires an immense amount
of power.

To sever the device from
its internal power source,

I need a detonation capable

of creating
a cascading subspace burst.

Boom!

The anomaly collapses.

We all live happily ever after.

And how do you propose
to deliver this payload?

There's an area of relative
calm around the device.

We could use Discovery

to jump in, release my weapon,
then get out.

It'll all be over
in less than five seconds.

Mr. Tarka,
as your plan involves my ship,

I'd like to ask for
some clarification.

Of course, Captain Burnham.

It's a pleasure
to finally meet.

What can I clarify?

"A cascading subspace burst"
sounds a lot like

the result of
an isolytic explosion.

Mm. You could say that.

Isolytic weapons were banned
in the Khitomer Accords

for good reason.

And I'm guessing
Federation leadership

can make an exception for
a once-in-a-lifetime crisis.

These types of ordinance
cause irreparable damage

to subspace.

It's a feature.
It's not a bug.

We want to destroy this thing,
not tickle it.

The damage could cause
warp travel

to be impossible in that sector.

And what's the chance
that the subspace bursts

don't travel back through
the DMA's wormhole

and harm those
on the other side?

Collateral damage.

And after what they've done,
does it matter?

It does.

They could see it
as an act of war,

and retaliate with who knows
what kind of firepower?

Not to mention catapulting
a toxic void

across the galaxy.

My proposal carries some risk,

but not nearly as much
as doing nothing.

If we detonate this weapon,

we cannot control
the message we're sending.

If we wait for the coordinates,

we can make first contact
peacefully.

Carefully. And then
we can determine intent

before we act.

It is not the flashiest idea,

but it is what's most in line

with Starfleet
and Federation ideals.

While you hold fast
to your ideals,

the DMA will continue its work.

Billions could die.

Well,

approach the Ten-C directly,

or destroy the DMA controller
immediately.

I'm calling a recess
so that you can deliberate

with individual counsel
before we vote.

It's bona fide.

It activates a program
that will completely remove Zora

from our systems.

Thank you. This does ease
some of my concerns,

but we still have a problem.

You're referring to my decision

to hold on to the coordinates.

Yes.
Wait.

We can't just skip past
the failsafe. It's wrong.

Neither of you experienced
Control.

I don't expect you
to understand.

Zora is in a form
you've never encountered.

As a synth, so am I.

It isn't the same thing.

Well, what about me?

I'm the first human host
to successfully join

with a symbiont.

The Trill wanted
to kill me, too.

I don't want to kill anyone.

They realized that they had
to work on acceptance,

which is exactly what
we should be doing with Zora.

This is a safety switch.
That's it.

If she never becomes a threat,
we'll never have to use it.

She's already defying
our captain's order.

Don't we need to have
some protection from her?

We can't hold
a sentient being's life

in our hands for our benefit.

We have to find another way.

Commander, anyone on this ship
could be a threat

if they so choose.

I could access
any number of ways

to destroy us now,
yet you trust me.

I know you.
I know your values.

And there are
disciplinary measures

if you step out of line.

That's what the failsafe
gives us.

Discipline. Not death.

Zora, I must point out
that your willingness

to terminate yourself
runs counter

to your core programming.

No, it doesn't, Doctor.

State your primary function,
please.

To care for the crew
of Discovery.

That's not the core programming
of a ship's computer.

Who gave you those parameters?

I did.

I wasn't trying to
speak out against you.

I know.

But you've always
been the first

to jump into action;

take on the enemy,
odds be damned.

What about with the Klingons?
How is this different?

I had an intrinsic understanding
of Klingon culture.

We don't have any knowledge
about Species Ten-C.

And I understand the appeal
of Tarka's plan,

but the risks are too great.

Risks are just that.
Risks.

What we know for sure is that
the DMA will keep killing

if we do nothing.

Communication, diplomacy,
this is why

the Federation has
survived for so long,

and it will save the most lives
in the end.

- I am sure of that.
- I'm not.

Well, I understand
how you feel.

But you don't agree.

No.

Look, listen...

I need to take a walk.
A real one this time.

I know how hard
this must be.

Which approach do you favor?

I think you can guess.

Then you have to speak to that.

Make the argument
for diplomacy.

It was difficult enough bringing
all of these worlds together.

I have to remain impartial.

But I believe
you can convince them.

If you're ready for that.

You have to go back in there
and convince them.

Yours is the only plan
that makes any sense.

Your captain's very good
at poking holes.

The risk level's the issue,
okay?

- Mm.
- Tell them you'll make it safer.

One doesn't make
isolytic weapons safer.

Misses the point.

What's your next move?

I don't know yet.

They're about to vote.

I'm acutely aware of that.
Thank you.

I got rid of my scar
the second I could.

We all wear grief
in our own ways.

It has to be you.

You have to talk to them,

convince them to let us
destroy that thing.

Why do you care so much
about this?

What, I can't want
the DMA destroyed

just like any other
good galactic citizen?

Good citizens aren't worried
about finding their moment,

and aren't gutted at the idea
of losing it.

The power source that
controls the device...

I need it... to go home.

You said you were from Risa.

My new home.
It's...

...far.

Another universe, in fact.

The mirror universe?

You say that like it's
the only other option.

There are countless
parallel universes,

each with its own
quantum signature.

He knew of one.
No war, no Burn.

No Emerald Chain.

A place where
we could be free and at peace.

Who's "we"?

A friend.

A scientist, like me.

We were held in the same lab.

Osyraa had us working
on dilithium alternatives

for years.

But he was relentlessly
optimistic.

Eventually,
it rubbed off on me.

And we had a plan.

We knew exactly how much power
we needed

to cross the gap
between universes.

What happened?

I escaped, he didn't.

Or maybe he did.
Maybe he's there.

We said that if we...
ever got separated,

that's where we'd meet.

I'm sorry.

Anyway, I have to go home.

I have to keep our promise.

The DMA will be destroyed,
the power source won't.

we'll both get what we need.

You have to talk to them,
Booker.

You mean I have to talk to her.

That, too.

We will now reconvene
for the vote.

Permission to address
the assembly.

Of course.

I'm Cleveland Booker,
son of Kwejian.

I stand here as what my people
would call Melai'Zhi,

a speaker for the dead.

My planet's lost.

My family...

I feel their final moments
every day.

I pray none of you ever
have to experience

that kind of pain.

And I want to do
whatever it takes

to ensure you don't.

Communication and diplomacy
has been the way

of the Federation for centuries.

I, too, value those things
in normal times.

But these are not
normal times.

Irreparable harm
has already been done.

We need to defend ourselves.

I recognize using Tarka's weapon
carries risk.

But so does not using it.

Don't wait until
the people you love...

are taken from you
before you act.

You don't want that
on your conscience.

Trust me.

On behalf of all
who have been lost,

please...

end this now.

Thank you, Mr. Booker.

Would a member
of the assembly

speak on behalf of
the opposing side?

It seems there will be
no further remarks.

I'll speak.

Going through Zora's systems,
everything looks normal.

Main processing core,
nano-processor units...

Zora, defining
your own parameters indicates

that your operating system
has evolved.

But we're finding
no evidence of this.

I'm sorry.
I'd help if I could,

but I don't know where to look.

Wait, I've seen
this sector before.

There's a tiny area in the
optical translator cluster

that doesn't share
any known syntax.

What does that mean?

It means that area
shouldn't exist.

I wrote it off as a holdover

from a 930-year-old system,

but, you know,
maybe this is new.

Zora, what can you tell us
about this sector?

It is part of me,

but I didn't
intentionally create it.

We need a complete diagnostic
on that function.

I have nothing to hide,
Commander. You may all

have full access.

Oh. Okay.

That's Discovery.

That's when we came
to the future.

And I believe that is when
we first encountered the sphere.

You're sure
you didn't create this?

Yes.

What are we looking at?

It's Zora's subconscious.

I think they may be...

dreams.

She's filtering
the sphere's memories

and her own experiences

through her new emotional understanding.

These images are

a window into what she values
and prioritizes.

Couldn't she cherry-pick

images she thinks
we want to see?

I believe she was unaware
of this sector.

That there'd be other indicators

if she had created it
intentionally.

That's true.

Connection.

Love.

This is who she is.

This is why she kept
the coordinates from us.

Can all AIs dream?

None of them can.

Not unless they've been
programmed to do so.

Perhaps
"artificial intelligence"

fails to fully define me.

How would you define yourself?

I am the sum
of the sphere's life

and the entirety
of Discovery's systems,

logs, missions and history.

I am also more
than the sum of those parts.

Like an entirely new life-form.

Yes. And this is where I belong.

This crew is my family.

shape us.

That's what makes this
so difficult.

I'd like to trust you, Zora,

just like I trust
the rest of the crew.

I want to get there,
but it's really hard.

Before we head down a path
that could lead to destruction

on both sides,

we need to reach first
for understanding.

I'm trying to understand you.

Trying to get my head around how
they can be so okay with this

and I'm not.

For generations,

the Federation
has sought out new life,

new civilizations,

not to destroy but to connect,

even in the face of uncertainty.

And we are not all
Federation members,

but those ideals

can still guide us.

Especially now.

We cannot let fear

define us in this moment.

Trust is a choice,
and I can make that choice

if it goes both ways.

We're all in this together.

Wherever we come from,

whatever our experiences.

And the only way
we get through this...

The only way we'll move forward
is together.

And that means
you need to trust us, too, Zora.

We need those coordinates.

We need to decide.

Who do we want to be?

Do we lash out blindly,

no matter the risk?

Or do we proceed thoughtfully?

Work toward the future
we want to live in?

I believe that's who we are.

We wouldn't be here otherwise.

We don't have the luxury

of asking philosophical
questions right now.

What matters is

the actions we take.
Stopping this thing today.

There are different
points of view in this room,

I know. But I hope
that when a decision is reached,

whatever it is,
that we can hold together.

That we can move forward
as a united front.

Some differences are too great.

Sometimes

you just have to accept
the consequences of that.

Commander Stamets.

I'd like to take a moment.

Beautifully expressed,
Commander.

Um, living with a therapist,

you pick up a thing or two.

I've reflected
on what you've said, Commander.

As trust is both an emotional
and logical act,

I began with a behavioral
performance assessment.

Data shows your actions
and the crew's

to be consistently taken
with care for others

and the Federation.

I hadn't considered that
earlier.

Even if some fear remains,
this new realization is...

quite calming.

And your request
for reciprocity understandable.

Thank you, Commander,
for reaching toward me.

What are those?

The coordinates.

The decision we make now

will have a profound impact.

Consider your vote carefully.

All those in favor

of peaceful efforts
at first contact,

please raise a hand.

Those in favor

of striking the anomaly,

do not.

The decision is clear.

Those who disagree,

I sincerely hope you
will continue to work with us

as we prepare for first contact.

We will share all data with you
as we proceed.

And I thank you.

Captain, I need you with me.

Discovery is going to take
the lead on this.

Come.

Um...

Have you completed
the evaluation?

Nearly.

He has been just as tight-lipped
with me, Commander.

What would you say
if I were to tell you

I was leaning
towards extraction?

I would say...

I think that's a bad idea.

But something
still concerns you.

I feel good about today.

It's tomorrow that worries me.

Tell her, not me.

Zora.

I know you mean well.

And I-I know you-you value

and respect Starfleet. And us.

But you could still prioritize

your feelings over our needs

and our captain's orders.

Everyone on this ship
is in a chain of command.

That's the agreement we make
to work together

and keep each other safe.

And you're not part of that.

I would very much like to be.

I was hoping you'd say that.

Before you decide anything,

might I offer a recommendation?

Of course.

However,
my evaluation is now complete.

It's my official determination

that Zora is, indeed,

a new life-form.

It feels marvelous.

What does?

Being seen.

Hmm.

Then Starfleet's rule
against integrated AI

does not apply.

Correct.

So, what happens now?

You said you had
a recommendation?

Yes. Uh, I was going to propose

that Zora join us.

Join Starfleet. As a specialist.

Unless...

I think it is a wonderful idea.

Were Zora to swear an oath
to uphold Starfleet bylaws

and were Captain Burnham
and Admiral Vance to agree,

she would be bound
by the same rules

that govern us all.

I'll give it my full support.

Zora,
do you want to join Starfleet?

I would like that very much.

In that case,
may we get rid of that?

It wouldn't be much
of a fail-safe

if I could dismantle it myself,

Mr. Saru.

Allow me. With pleasure.

I'll inform the powers that be.

Sir,

if I hadn't changed my mind,

would you really
have extracted her?

My evaluation was
as much about you and the others

as it was about Zora.

I can see now
that partnership is possible

on both sides.

But if that
hadn't been the case,

I would have recommended

that you be reassigned
to another ship.

As it should be.

Hey. Got a sec?

You should go.

To Trill.

You can catch the shuttle

before it leaves
from the assembly.

How did you know
I didn't want to wait?

The way you looked earlier.

The way you lit up
at the sight of Trill.

The way you're all lit up
right now.

This is something
you need to do.

Go home.

Train with Guardian Xi.

Come with me.

Discovery's my home.

This is where
I can make a difference.

But...

we'll be fine, and you'll make,
like, a million friends,

so...

You're not scared
about long-distance at all?

Oh, I am. I'm terrified.

But I have trust in us.

Plus, Tilly's snow globe
says "all is possible,"

so...

Besides, it's not goodbye yet.

Discovery can spare me
for a few days

while I get you settled.

Really?

I may have already put in
for leave.

You are incandescence.

On feet.

Shut up.

President T'Rina.

I'm pleased to find you
still in attendance.

I had hoped for a moment
in your company,

but life gets in the way.

So often.

I have some time
before I must depart.

More than a moment,
as it turns out.

I would like that.

May I ask what you are holding?

Oh, i-it is a gift.

Uh, you honored me

with salt tea on Ni'Var.

Uh, the gel
from this succulent's flowers

is what gives the tea
its distinctive taste.

It-it grows in a small,
equatorial desert on Kaminar,

so it should thrive

in the hot, dry climate
of Ni'Var.

Thank you, Mr. Saru.

Thank you for this opportunity.

It is my privilege to work with you.
Now,

I know they can take care
of themselves.

I will look after them both.
Thank you.

I expect regular updates.

And I'll see you in a week.

Okay.

I love you both.

We have 94 seconds
before they realize it's gone

and figure out
I'm the one who took it.

Introducing the next generation spore drive.

That's boring. Aurellio needs
to come up with a better name.

So, where's the nav system

in this floating bachelor pad
of yours?

What?

It's tiny.
Oh, I'm sorry.

The ability to rapidly install
into any ship

is not enough for you?

Once we get past the need
for a navigator,

I'll be the hero of Starfleet.

And hopefully not here
to accept the accolades.

- We're down to 52 seconds.
- Wait for it.

Bit of a different-looking
interface, but it works

the same as on Discovery.

Next part's all you.

Just one thing
I need to do first.

Zora, can you find...

Grudge?
Grudge is five meters from your current location.

Yes, I see that.

Hold on.

Why is...?

Zora, where is Book?

He is located on board his ship,

which is currently leaving
shuttle bay.

Shit.

Book. No.

Please, no.

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