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Previously on Star Trek: Strange New Worlds...

All my life, I've hated augments.

The damage they did. They almost destroyed Earth.

You have a very unique last name.

Do you have any relation to Khan Noonien Singh?

Yes.

"You're an abomination, an augment."

That's what the other kids called me

when they heard my name. Augment. Monster!

Genetics is not destiny, despite

what you may have been taught.

You were not born a monster.

You were just born with the capacity for actions,

good or ill.

Security officer's log, stardate 1581.2.

Nobody told me when I took this assignment

just how many friends it would make for me.

The ring was a gift from my matriarch.

The transporter buffer doesn't steal from people.

Okay. That's enough. Thank you.

It is a well-known fact that people love it

when you bring them bad news.

May I inquire as to who filed this noise complaint against me?

It was anonymous.

I shall make every effort to practice less vigorously

going forward.

And, quite frankly,

who doesn't find having their belongings searched endearing?

By "suspicious provenance" you're implying

that I stole these artifacts?

"Property of the Archeology Department."

I used to work there, didn't I?

So this is all aboveboard.

Once you have lived through

every natural disaster

and economic calamity in human history

without becoming a pack rat,

then you can judge me.

I still have a bunker in Vermont where I used to live

in case this whole

"no money, socialist utopia" thing

turns out to be a fad.

Yes, well, and that's a fake,

so you can tell the Louvre

to stop calling me!

You can take it up with Captain Pike.

Easy.

You are going to take my head off.

As your physician, I'd advi...

You're not here as my physician.

Well, as your sparring partner,

I'd advise you talk to your physician.

Maybe he could help...

I don't need to talk, okay?

I don't need to be medicated.

You didn't come to the party for Una

at the captain's quarters.

What was that?

I simply used your energy against you.

Trying to bear all of this by yourself,

- it's got to be... - What?

Lonely.

It doesn't need to be.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Attention 2-4,

attention, Bay 2-4, maintain tactical...

Who are you? How did you get aboard?

Help.

That's not from a phaser.

It... it's from a bullet.

There's been an attack. In the past.

You have to stop it.

You need to get to the bridge.

Captain, I need to t...

talk to you.

Ma'am, not to be impolite, but who are you

and what the hell are you doing on my ship?

Space.

The final frontier.

These are the voyages of the starshipEnterprise.

Its five-year mission:

to explore strange new worlds...

to seek out new life

and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no one has gone before.

Captain, incoming hail from the Vulcan ship.

On viewer.

I'm Captain James Kirk

of the United Earth Fleet ship Enterprise.

You've violated our sovereign territory.

State your intentions.

I am Spock, captain of theSh'Rel.

I am here to formally request your assistance.

Our war with the Romulan Star Empire has been...

Disastrous. We're aware.

It is a human adage, I believe,

that the enemy of your enemy is your friend.

Maybe in some other lifetime, Captain Spock.

We have our own problems with Romulus

and we can't afford to fight a war on two fronts.

Without your assistance, the last of our fleet

will be destroyed.

Our home world will be left defenseless.

I'm sorry. I wish there was something we could do.

Captain, I... I think it's best

we have a discussion in private.

So you're telling me that

there's an alternate timeline

where I'm not the captain of this ship?

All I know is that ten minutes ago

I was on my ship with my captain and now I'm here.

And everything's changed.

Yes.

Our scientists have theorized that

such a thing could be possible.

A far simpler explanation

is you've lost your mind.

Except there's no record of you in our database.

Because this isn't my Enterprise.

It certainly is not.

But it's supposed to be.

I guess the man I spoke to was right.

There was some kind of attack. Something

in the past changed, which would mean that...

my reality is gone.

But you can't tell me what changed or when.

Or why.

Except that it's the work of some kind of

time-traveling assassin?

Someone shot the man before he gave me this.

It must be the reason why I'm still here,

why I remember my own timeline.

- Can we use it to send you back? - No. I told you,

I-I'm pretty sure there's nothing for me to go back to.

My timeline doesn't exist

unless I can stop this attack.

Well, you're asking me to take an awful lot on faith.

- I am. - Neither of us has any idea

what that device really does.

It could be a weapon.

The man told me to get to the bridge.

I think you're supposed to help me.

Starfleet has regulations for situations like this.

I have to stop you there, ma'am.

I have never heard of this Starfleet.

I am a captain in the United Earth Fleet.

And you are a guest... An intruder, really...

On my ship.

I need you to hand that over.

My science officer and chief engineer

will study it and report it back to UEF Command.

No.

Wait!

You got to be kidding me.

- Did you break it? - Did I... did I break it?

No, it's just not programmed correctly

or-or out of energy, maybe.

Or it's put us where we're supposed to be

and doesn't want us to leave.

I have to get back to my ship.

My God, what have you done?

Oh, I'm sorry, but this was done to me

just as much as it was done to you.

So we can stand here and argue about it

or we can try and figure out a plan.

There is going to be an attack.

It's going to change the timeline.

We have to stop it.

Do you have a tricorder?

No. Or a communicator

or a phaser. Thanks for that.

Right, well we'll have to have a look around then, won't we?

Thank you.

Seems to be New York City. Mid-21st century.

- What? - What?

It's Toronto.

The biggest city in what used to be called Canada?

You know, maple leaves, politeness, poutine.

I take it you've never been.

I've never been to Earth at all.

I was born in space on the USS Iowa.

Earth in my time isn't like this.

What is it like?

A battleground for a while, then occupied territory

and then a ruin.

God!

Was it always this freezing on Earth?

This isn't actually that bad for Canada.

But it will get colder at night.

We need to change before we freeze.

Come on.

Never seen a revolving door before?

I'm from space.

Find an outfit.

There's changing rooms over there.

Hmm.

- Huh. - Hmm.

What do you think?

It's fine.

Mm.

Grab your clothes.

Ah.

- They're going to expect us to, um... - I know.

You a fast runner?

Thanks.

I have a better idea. Hold that.

Ma'am, can you step to the side?

Sorry. This still has a tag on it, here.

We can't do that again.

People during this time traded currency for everything.

Housing, food...

All right, so let's get some currency.

What kind of marketable 21st century skills do you have?

You know what?

Give me a few minutes.

♪ We had to find our way back ♪

♪ To the place with the morning sun ♪

♪ Ain't no doubt, ain't no mistake ♪

♪ 'Cause we got it all in hand ♪

♪ We got it all in hand ♪

♪ The time is right ♪

♪ To claim my stake ♪

♪ So, come on ♪

♪ And this is it ♪

♪ This is what we got going ♪

♪ People, get ready to feel ♪

♪ This is it ♪

♪ This is what we got going ♪

- ♪ People, get ready to feel ♪ - ♪ People, get ready ♪

♪ This is it ♪

♪ This is what we got going ♪

♪ People, get ready to feel. ♪

Don't take this the wrong way, but...

What, I don't seem like a

"thinking five steps ahead" kind of guy?

Mm-mmm.

I used to play all the time with my first officer,

till she got sick of losing.

- Been looking for a proper opponent ever since. - Mm-hmm.

That old-fashioned, two-dimensional version, though,

it's basically idiot's chess.

Ooh.

Come on.

Hi. Two, please.

Yeah, sure thing.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Enjoy.

Mm-mmm.

Come on.

I... I am your superior officer

and I am ordering you to have a hot dog.

You don't work for Starfleet,

so you can't order me do anything.

We need to be looking of some sign of what's changed

or who changed it.

With what to go on?

Wh... Why this day? Why-Why us?

Why here?

Nothing seems threatening.

It's all just sort of, I don't know...

Pleasant.

I know. It's terrible.

You know what I mean. I just...

But we were sent back for a reason, so...

- What? - Uh, nothing.

You don't have sunsets in your time?

From the videos I've seen, we mostly have

clouds of ash that won't clear for a thousand years

and underground lunar habitats

with no view of the sun at all.

My advice...

don't skip good hot dogs when you can get them.

Fine.

We eat, we find some place to warm up,

- then... - Yeah, yeah, yeah, we do your thing.

Yeah. Mmm.

Mmm.

I'm gonna go back and get one more.

Ah.

Whew. Well, that really beats a sonic shower.

What are you doing?

Trying to remember 21st century history.

You should write a list of what you remember, too.

We can figure out what's changed.

When there's a tiny little bar to go through?

Are you serious? We may not have much time.

Not much time? I may have missed

a few lectures in temporal mechanics,

but I understand enough

to know what you're asking me to do.

This is a fork in the road.

Your future and mine diverging from this moment.

If we fix your timeline,

we destroy mine.

My life, my friends,

my whole existence erased.

I'm sorry, but your timeline

- isn't supposed to exist. - According to who?

My best option is to do absolutely nothing.

Enjoy the hot dogs and the hot showers

and let whatever's gonna happen happen

and then figure out how I can get back home.

I've seen your timeline.

You're at war. Your Earth is a ruin.

We've made the stars our home. The moon, Mars,

- Venus, Europa. - In my timeline,

humanity has spread across dozens of worlds.

We're part of a federation of species.

We don't need anyone else's help to survive.

And just surviving is good enough for you?

Oh, and I suppose you come from

some sort of a utopia.

My Earth still has sunsets.

Okay, yes, our 21st century, it got bad.

But after the first contact with the Vulcans,

our Earth became a paradise.

The Federation and Starfleet are forces for good,

not just on Earth but throughout the entire galaxy.

You're a soldier fighting a war

it seems like you've already lost...

We're not out of the fight yet.

When you could be an explorer.

Or...

I may not exist in your timeline at all.

But you do.

I mean, we-we've never met, but

I... I've heard stories about you

from your brother.

Sam's alive?

My God.

"Get to the bridge."

It's been about an hour since

we first learned of the explosion...

The bridge explosion... All of this is familiar.

I think it happened in my timeline.

Mine, too.

One of the longest bridges in the world destroyed

just after it was completed.

That means this can't be the attack that he was

talking about. This-this isn't the moment things changed.

Wait, look over there. Do you see that?

- See what? - The wreckage.

Can I see the photos you just took?

Uh, please.

She meant to say please.

Right, that right there. Does this get bigger?

Like, you want me to zoom in?

Right. Uh, zoom in.

Is something wrong?

No. Thank you.

That charring... I've seen it before.

- It's from a photonic bomb. - Photonic?

They're not supposed to develop that technology

for at least a hundred years.

The kind of technology a time- traveling assassin might use?

Except, if our memories are correct,

this was already supposed to happen.

They're removing the evidence.

Come on, we need to follow them.

We'll never keep up on foot. Come on.

Hey.

Most vehicles have private ownership in this time.

Oh, I know.

Where did you learn to do that?

Spent six months in a Denobulan prison.

Cellmate was a Vulcan.

I can also make Plomeek soup in the toilet.

There. There, there, there. Go, go, go.

Uh, yeah, I'm trying. Uh...

There it is.

- Slow down. - I'm slowing.

Be discreet.

Basically my middle name.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

No, actually, I've read your personnel file.

- You have some insane... - No, Tiberius is not insane.

The least discreet middle name.

It was my grandfather's.

What's your brother's?

Sam Aurelius Augustus Benedictus Kirk?

Sam is his middle name. Most people call him George.

Absolutely no one calls him George.

Tiberius and Sam.

- Your parents must really hate you. - Oh, you're one to talk,

La'An Noonien-Soong.

- Singh. - Whatever.

You-you haven't heard it before.

- What? - Uh...

Just the first time in a while someone hasn't recognized it.

Oh. Famous?

- Infamous is more like it. - Oh.

Hey!

Damn it.

K-Hole at the Dali ♪

♪ Seeing the unknown ♪

♪ Well, I might have been on molly ♪

♪ 'Cause my mind's being blown... ♪

Hold on.

♪ To the next floor ♪

♪ Such a strong sedater... ♪

No, you don't actually have to...

You literally just told me to hold on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- That was a person. - All right.

Well, actually, keep holding on.

♪ It's a total light picture ♪

♪ Kaleidoscope ♪

♪ You turn around ♪

♪ And you don't know where you been ♪

♪ You look up at the glass dome ♪

♪ And the room begins to spin ♪

- ♪ Let's go out and find the ocean ♪ - [grunts] That's the...

♪ 'Cause I think we need a swim ♪

♪ Turn around, start it over ♪

♪ Let's begin ♪

♪ In the K-Hole at the Dali ♪

♪ Seeing the unknown ♪

♪ Well, I might have been on molly ♪

♪ 'Cause my mind's being blown ♪

♪ You turn around ♪

♪ And you don't know where you been ♪

♪ You look up at the glass dome ♪

♪ And the room begins to spin ♪

♪ Let's go out and find the ocean ♪

♪ 'Cause I think we need a swim ♪

♪ Turn around ♪

♪ Start it over ♪

♪ Let's begin. ♪

I really don't know what the problem is.

Where are you taking him. What are you charging him with?

Driving without a license, failure to follow traffic laws.

No, I told you my license is in my other pants.

I'll be fine, just see if you can pick up on their trail.

What trail?

What an incredible surprise.

Let me guess, you haven't made your quota for the week yet?

Uh, move along, ma'am.

Just so you're aware, this is streaming live.

Say hello to the entire very judgmental Internet.

Are your cameras active for the stop?

No?

Did you stop this man because you were profiling him

for being American?

This is a totally routine stop.

Sure, you just randomly pulled over

a famous civil rights attorney.

Nothing random about it.

So you agree, this is targeted harassment.

Did you stop the doctor because of his work

defending victims of tyrannical law enforcement overreach

or is it because of the op-ed he published in The Atlantic

- about breaking up police unions? - Backup required

- at bridge bombing site. - Copy, Dispatch.

All right, we're gonna let you go with a warning.

This time.

Drive more carefully in the future.

What the hell was that?

I have no idea.

Uh, thanks.

Yeah, no problem.

Sera.

Va-Vanessa.

Jim.

You know I'm not a civil rights attorney.

Totally.

Then why did you...

'Cause you were following the van.

Without a lot of discretion, for what it's worth.

Discretion is his middle name.

Wait, you were following them, too?

Well, if you hadn't let them get away,

we could have found out where they were taking

the evidence from the bombing.

Okay, look, I'm used to doing this on my own,

but if you have notes that we can compare...

You know who blew up the bridge?

Well, I can make an educated guess.

I mean, it was destroyed, obviously not randomly,

because of what it symbolized.

International cooperation, the world getting smaller,

humanity working together.

They'll blame it on a terrorist attack

and we'll go back to fighting each other

instead of the real threat.

You mean...

Aliens.

Anyway, uh, it was super fun

saving you from an illegal black site torture dungeon.

I got to go.

My-my wife was abducted.

Taken aboard an alien ship.

She saw things.

Uh, yes,

I-I'm his...

I did.

It was terrifying, the-the things I saw.

Well, like, what did you see?

Advanced technology far beyond anything humans possess.

What kind of technology?

Something called a photonic bomb.

That's what blew up the bridge.

Have you heard of anything like that?

A lot of crazies latch onto this stuff.

They're looking for something to believe in

outside the mainstream,

trying to find the seams in the bunny suit.

Right.

Well, things have been changing. You have to have noticed. Right?

I mean, there's more attacks and they're closer together.

Usually the government is better at covering them up.

To be clear, we're talking about the government of...

No, no, no, it's an international cabal.

It's the only thing all of the governments in the world

can agree on.

Keeping the alien attacks secret in exchange for

any advanced tech that they recover.

I mean, they have a facility here

where they work on it.

Experimental aircraft, quantum computers.

I heard that they even have a cold fusion reactor

here in the city

that powers their entire operation.

The bridge was about sowing division.

What about the other attacks? What was the connection?

Okay, so Chernobyl, Tunguska, JFK,

random gas leak explosions...

All of it is about

slowing down human progress.

Keeping us stuck on this rock

so we never go to space.

Are you guys hungry? 'Cause I'm hungry.

I am hungry, actually.

Wait, I...

Wait, poutine has gravy?

- This is amazing. - Can you focus?

I'm not sure we can believe anything she's telling us.

She knew enough to follow the van

from the bridge explosion.

She's unhinged.

She grew up in a time when everyone thought

aliens were science fiction.

But in her gut she knows that they're real,

and that they aren't necessarily friendly.

I mean, that would make anyone unhinged, right?

Hey, sorry. This works better with visuals.

I have spent years collecting these pictures.

I mean, there's plenty available on the Internet,

but 99% of it is nonsense and memes, right?

- What's a meme? - I don't know.

Sorry these are so blurry.

I swear, half of these people on forums

are still using dial-up.

How did you get this?

An astronomer trying to take a picture

of the International Space Station.

In the right place at the right time.

And speaking of... There's a hookah place

across from the bridge explosion site.

I bought the surveillance footage off the owner

before the police could confiscate it, and...

he was waiting 15 minutes before the explosion.

And that's one of the guys who made off with the wreckage.

Like he already knew it was going to happen.

Well, I'm sorry we didn't have more to tell you.

We're, uh, we're new at this.

No, I mean, you-you listened.

You didn't tell me that I was crazy.

You have no idea what that means to me.

Anyway, uh, thank you.

You have to feel bad for her.

To be so certain of something, so close to the proof.

Well, she's closer than she thinks.

That ship she showed us...

It's Romulan.

I remember now.

Look, she said that there's an experimental

cold fusion reactor somewhere in the city.

Well, I know that there is because in a few days

it's gonna be destroyed and wipe out Toronto.

A Romulan first strike.

None of that happens in my timeline.

Then we need to find the cold fusion reactor first.

Stop the time traveler from destroying it.

Which would be trivial if we had a tricorder.

Yeah.

If only someone hadn't impulsively

zapped us over here without one.

Any chance that same someone

took a lot of engineering extension courses

at the Academy?

Maybe she can build one for us?

Someone had to audit the intro course, so...

Mm. So I guess we just need to find an engineer

from the stone ages

- to build us a cold fusion detector. - Yeah.

Ideally one who's not gonna ask a lot of follow-up questions.

Vermont.

I might actually know somebody

in Vermont.

Just trust me.

Ugh. Damn it!

We're closed.

This is going to sound crazy, but...

we spent all day getting here.

We had to bribe a border guard,

we took a cab and-and four buses.

Please, Pelia.

How do you know my name?

I know you.

And I know your secret.

So, please, open the damn door.

Come on, come on.

Look, I have a terrible memory for faces,

and yours does not ring a bell.

And besides, people don't just wander in off the street

saying, "I know your secret."

To get a free pass from me I need more to go on than that.

How else would I know that you're a Lanthanite,

an ancient sect of beings who live impossibly long lives,

who've hidden amongst humans largely undetected

for thousands of years?

How else could I know that you stole that

from the Louvre?

How did you find me?

I knew you were at a place called

The Archaeology Department.

But I thought it was an actual, well, you know,

archaeology department.

So, then we checked out a lot of universities.

And when that didn't work,

a guy at the Apple Store taught me

how to use DuckDuckGo.

None of that answers how you know about me

in the first place.

I don't exactly advertise.

We have something in common.

We both have secrets that would topple

a lot of people's firmly-held beliefs.

Uh, all I can say is...

my friend and I...

We're on a mission to protect something...

beautiful.

The future of humanity.

And I think you know from experience

just how fragile that future is.

We are maybe hours away

from losing that future entirely.

You are the only person

I can trust to help us.

We both have brain-melting secrets is, I guess,

a good enough reason to help someone.

What you need?

An engineer.

Well, then,

why the hell did you come to me?

You're not an engineer?

I work retail.

D-Does this look like

an engineer's e-engineering place?

I haven't taken a math class

since Pythagoras made the crap up.

You two are trying to find a nuclear reactor?

Why is that?

I-I've had enough bad run-ins with law enforcement

to last several lifetimes.

And now, this business with the bridge.

We're the ones trying to not blow up the reactor.

I guess it doesn't matter much. I like a good puzzle,

but I don't know what help I can be.

I'm the one that thought cold fusion was pretend,

like Bigfoot or lasers.

Lasers

are also real.

All right, you know, I can't keep up

with every scientific whatever.

- You let this lady repair my ship? - Okay, what?!

We don't have to understand how cold fusion works

to find the reactor, we just need to find its byproducts.

Excess heat, neutrons, tritium.

Tritium, like in divers' watches.

Old divers' watches from the '80s.

I'm gonna show you. Follow me.

- I guarantee you this is going to be insane. - Shh!

Here you go.

They light up.

Or-or they used to. Something about

tritium running out after about 20 years. And then

they're basically worthless after that.

Tritium gives off a small amount of radiation.

The dials must be coated in something

that reacts with it. Maybe, um, phosphor?

Tritium has a short half-life,

so it would decay.

Leaving only the reactive material behind.

Which means what? Oh, oh, careful of the...

If we take the glass casing off...

the reactive material will be exposed to the air,

and if there's tritium present...

The hands of the watch

will glow.

Thank you so much for your help.

You are more of an engineer than you think.

Thank you.

Maybe I missed my calling.

Be nice to make an honest living for a change.

Not that

any of this stuff is stolen.

Wandering for hours. Anything?

I promise I will mention it if it starts to glow.

Could've just let me wear it, is all.

- Oh, that again. - No, it's a man's watch.

You just want to be in charge.

You know, if I was in your position,

I don't know that I would have gone along with this.

I don't think I could have gotten this far without you.

You'd definitely have frozen to death

on the first night.

Or starved. That hot dog saved your life.

Well, how many people can say that?

I might be the only one.

Uh, truth is,

if we can only save one timeline, I'd...

I'd rather live in yours.

I mean, I know that's not how it works.

Like I mentioned, I missed a few lectures

- in temporal mechanics, but... - What if you could?

Come to my time.

I'm not sure one timeline is big enough for two of me.

I'm serious.

I brought you here.

If we can fix this, maybe-maybe the device could

take us both back.

People are...

usually...

difficult for me.

There's always been a barrier,

and it can get

lonely.

But you...

Me?

I'm... I'm special?

Yes.

No.

- Both, I guess. - Mm.

I-I've been carrying something around for a long time.

Something in my heritage.

You come from a long line of axe murderers?

Oh, no, we never use axes.

Truth is, maybe I'm letting that go now.

And maybe it helps that you've never even heard

of the scarlet letter I've worn my whole life.

The Scarlet Letter?

It's a novel by Hawthorne.

It's about a woman who's marked,

like the mark of Cain.

You've never even...

Yes, I know Hawthorne

and the Old Testament.

I'm just messing with you.

You assh...

- Hey. - Yeah?

You broke your promise.

We're close.

This must be it.

The cold fusion reactor is in here.

Well, this is your mission.

What's the play?

We need to get inside,

find out what we're really dealing with.

All right. So, we wait here,

watch for someone coming or going,

force their hand into the scanner.

We won't need to.

Look at the sign.

"Noonien-Singh." That can't be a coincidence.

You wanted to know why you were

picked for this mission. What does it mean?

What does your family have to do with this?

What did they do?

It...

it worked.

Marker in my DNA, maybe.

Well, this worked out.

Thank you for helping me get into this place.

I'm gonna need both of you

to come with me inside.

Don't.

You're the one we're looking for, aren't you?

- You're from the future? - As are you.

You're Captain James T. Kirk.

Embarrassing how long it took me to recognize you.

Recognize me?

I would say that your reputation precedes you,

but it's kind of the other way around.

You blew up the bridge.

I didn't.

But everything I told you was true.

My people have been slowing human progress,

but they should have gone much further

than blowing up a couple of labs and bridges.

They have no idea

how troublesome humanity becomes.

Your people.

You're a Romulan from the future.

Shh.

A hell of a job on the disguise.

Still not quite used to the ears yet.

- Now get in. - Not a chance.

You want to shoot us? Go ahead.

You have to know that if you do,

the building's alarms will go off.

Security will lock the place down,

your plan will fail.

You're bluffing.

Try me.

No.

No.

No, no...

You're gonna be okay.

Not bluffing.

No, you're gonna be okay. Look at me.

It's okay.

Keep your eyes on me.

Say hi to Sam for me.

No.

No, no. James.

James.

James.

Okay,

a little impulsive on my part.

But maybe worth it

to be the one to kill

James T. Kirk.

Attention: security breach

- in progress. - Freeze!

Stop!

Attention: security breach in progress.

Security won't let you get to the reactor.

I'm not going to the reactor.

What?

The reactor exploding, destroying the city,

that's what changes.

Well, that was plan A.

But if you can't use a hand grenade

you should use a scalpel.

Open it.

Use your handprint

to open the door.

No.

You know who's in there, right?

You're here to kill Khan Noonien Singh.

Why?

Because a computer simulation told me to.

You can't be serious.

Time is like a black box.

It's too complicated to leave to intuition,

so we built computers that will tell us the results

of, uh, certain changes.

And this was your answer?

Khan becomes a brutal tyrant.

I mean, maybe humanity needs the dark age that he brings in

to usher in their age of enlightenment.

Or maybe it's just random.

Doesn't really matter, though, 'cause if I kill him,

the Federation never forms,

and the Romulans lose their greatest adversary.

But, yeah, so many people have tried to influence

these events, you know, to delay them or stop them.

I mean, whole temporal wars

have been fought over them.

And it's almost as if time itself is pushing back,

and events reinsert themselves.

And all this was supposed to happen back in 1992,

and I've been trapped here for 30 years

trying to get my shot at him.

I'm not gonna stop now.

So open the door.

My real name

is La'An Noonien-Singh.

My ancestor is Khan Noonien Singh.

And his legacy is genocide,

torture...

and me.

You have a device in your pocket

that protects you from changes

in the timeline.

If he dies...

you can live whatever kind of life you want,

and you'll never have to hear the name Khan

ever again.

You can be free of him.

Are you gonna kill me?

No, of-of course not. I...

You don't need to be scared of me.

Come here.

You're just a little boy.

Are you alone or are there others like you?

Are you here to take me away?

This won't make any sense right now.

Maybe it won't ever.

But you are right where you need to be.

Got a man down!

Perhaps I'll just mail it.

Really doesn't matter what the bulletin says,

the statute of limitations passed decades ago.

I checked.

Is there a statute of limitations

on plundering antiquities?

Oh, La'An.

Maybe Starfleet security wants to weigh in on this.

I'd-I'd...

say we should let this one slide, Captain.

You're not wearing your uniform.

Is something wrong?

Nothing's wrong, Captain.

I just needed to check on something,

and now I have.

Excuse me.

La'An Noonien-Singh. I'm Agent Ymalay

from the Department of Temporal Investigations.

Am I meant to know what that is?

A division of the Federation

that investigates and repairs damage to the timeline.

You haven't heard of us because we don't exist yet.

The man who gave me this.

Was one of us.

Thank you again for completing his mission.

It must have been harrowing.

I have to insist that you not share

any of what you experienced,

even with Captain Pike,

or anyone else from this time.

You sent me back

to protect a mass murderer?

To be clear, I didn't send you anywhere.

I had to kill to protect him.

I had to watch my f...

And I can't even talk about it?

Those events were never supposed to happen

and you were never meant to be aware of them.

Neither was your companion.

You protected the timeline

in a way no one else could have.

Would you risk

undoing all of that?

No.

Thank you again for your assistance.

And, if you could...

return our equipment.

This is Lieutenant Kirk.

Uh, hi.

Do I know you?

No, we-we've never met.

I am... I'm La'An Noonien-Singh,

chief of security on the Enterprise.

Oh, God. What did Sam do?

Oh, no, no, Sam... Sorry. Sam-Sam's fine.

Sorry to worry you. Um...

I-I was just looking for, um, a...

something for his file.

- Uh... - His security file?

That's right. Uh, just a place of birth, please.

Riverside, Iowa. Same as me.

Iowa on Earth?

Um...

Iowa on Earth. Yes, ma'am.

Is that really why you're calling?

That's it. I'm just, um,

a stickler for, uh, an orderly security record, so...

Well, if you want the, uh,

the real dirt on George Samuel Kirk,

buy me a drink next time we're on starbase together.

I got some real gems for his permanent file.

That, uh, sounds lovely.

Kirk out.

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