Previously on Star Trek: Discovery...
What is that?
Discovery? This is Stamets.
We've picked up a hitchhiker.
Its accessing our ships datacore.
We have your, uh,
shuttle screens mirrored here, sir. Whoa.
The probe is searching our computers at incredible speeds.
Owo, beam us out, now, now, now!
Commander Airiam, are they safe?
Commander Airiam?
They are securely on board.
Thanks to Commander Sarus enhanced eyesight,
he was able to get a better look at the Red Angel.
The entity appears to be humanoid.
Control,
which model Section 31s threat assessments,
is probably rightfully alarmed
by a time-traveling being pursuing its own agenda.
It has extremely advanced technology.
And what happens when that technology is turned against us?
It is critical Lieutenant Spock be apprehended
as soon as possible.
And by fleeing with her brother,
Commander Burnham has committed yet another act of mutiny.
Spock is innocent.
There were no murders.
I have seen the Red Angel.
And it revealed the final outcome
- of our current timeline. - And what is that outcome?
A future in which all sentient life
in our galaxy has been eradicated.
- In just a few minutes... - Discovery will become
the most wanted ship in the galaxy.
My limited experience as a fugitive suggests
only one course of action.
And what is that?
We run.
Scans on my end were negative.
I dont think anyone tracked me here.
Our scans were clear as well, Admiral Cornwell.
Welcome aboard.
Wish it were under better circumstances, Mr. Saru.
- You've looked into my concerns about Section 31? - I have.
But before we get into any of that,
I need to speak privately with Mr. Spock.
They were going to torture him
with technology thats never even been seen
by the rest of Starfleet.
For all we know, they couldve killed him.
Not to mention, they ordered their agent
to sabotage our spore drive.
I'm aware of the accusations.
Whatever Section 31 said,
its not prudent to trust them.
You may think were all on the same team...
You have no idea what Im thinking.
Where's Spock?
Beginning cerebral mapping.
Try not to move.
Okay. Lets begin.
State your rank, position, and assignment.
My rank is Lieutenant.
And I am a science officer
assigned to the starship Enterprise.
Lieutenant Spock, do you intend to be truthful with me today?
I do.
Good.
Did you recently leave a psychiatric facility
without permission?
No.
I committed myself to the facility;
therefore, required no permission to leave it.
When you left, did you murder Starfleet personnel
in the process?
I did not.
- Did you kill them in self-defense? - I did not.
Can you explain to me why you did kill them?
Admiral, I believe I've been quite clear.
I did not kill anyone at all.
He's innocent.
I know Tyler.
He wouldn't sabotage our spore drive.
He's loyal to Starfleet.
He's loyal to Section 31.
They seem to have a different agenda
than Starfleet these days.
Let me talk to him. Please.
No contact. Thats an order.
I understand this must be difficult
given your history with him.
But our mission takes priority.
Your brother is the only one
whos had direct contact with the Red Angel.
I need you to help him figure out
who it is and what they want.
- Can I count on you to do that? - Of course, sir.
And I'll prove that Tyler is innocent.
You can count on that, too.
How did you escape the psychiatric facility
if not with violence?
I performed what is colloquially referred to
as a "Vulcan nerve pinch."
A disabling maneuver never known to inflict permanent harm.
You committed yourself to the facility.
Why escape at all?
I did not initially believe the visions
shown to me by the Red Angel were real,
and therefore questioned my sanity.
Once I learned I was sane, to have remained confined
would have been unproductive.
Do you have any idea why the Red Angel
chose you to receive these visions?
I do not.
I have asked myself that question many times.
Any idea what they mean?
Someone or something
is going to end all sentient life in the galaxy.
And when you say the end of all sentient life,
- you mean... - I mean precisely that.
No humans, no Vulcans, no Federation.
No conscious life of any kind.
Admiral...
If I may...
I believe him.
And I know for a fact he didn't murder anyone.
Well, perhaps youre defending him because you're his sister.
Not by blood.
He's telling the truth about the murders.
Or he believes he is.
Uh, forgive me, Admiral,
but I fail to understand your doubt.
Is the test you administered inaccurate?
The test is 100% accurate.
But so is this...
Thats not the Spock I know.
It must have been doctored.
I verified the source codes.
The images come straight from Psych.
The admirals who run Section 31
haven't responded to me in weeks.
Their threat-assessment system, Control,
isn't accepting my data-input codes anymore.
Any idea who programmed it to shut you out?
Admiral Patar. She's a logic extremist.
Frankly, I find her
fanaticism... worrying.
Once the signals appeared,
she started lobbying Starfleet to turn its decision-making
entirely over to Control.
Control is a great resource.
Every Starfleet admiral feeds data into it.
We consider its recommendations,
but final decisions always include our experience
and instinct.
But to raise your concerns with Starfleet,
you risk inadvertently informing the admiral.
Which explains why you have come here in secret.
The upside to being a fugitive.
How can we help?
Control is located within Section 31s
forward operating base.
We need to go there, arrest Patar,
and reset the system to take our input,
as it always has.
We rely on Control
for all of our critical strategic decisions.
If its in the hands
of extremists, the entire Federation is in danger.
Right, then...
...we should get moving.
Admiral, Admiral, hello. Hi.
Lovely to see you, um...
I just wanted to tell you that I'm-I'm not a fugitive.
I've never been a fugitive before.
Except, well, when I was 16,
I went through kind of a rebellious phase,
and I, uh, hacked into...
Did you have something to report, Ensign?
Yes, sir. Uh... heh...
the subspace transmissions that, that Tyler sent,
they went to 74 mark 5.6,
which is bizarre, because there-there's nothing there.
Its just a bunch of empty space and a penal colony
that was abandoned over 100 years ago.
It's not abandoned. Thats Section 31 headquarters.
Where is Mr. Tyler,
- by the way? - Confined to quarters.
He can't do any further damage.
Start decrypting those transmissions.
We need to know what he sent them.
- Aye, sir. - Lieutenant Detmer.
Set a course for Section 31 headquarters.
Yes, Captain.
Admiral, with your permission...
The sooner we get there, the better.
Hit it.
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- Okay... do you want to say it or should I? - You.
Okay... No, me! Uh, we eloped!
Were married! To each other.
He is officially my...
Albatross. Or ball and chain.
- What have I done? - What have you done?
We just couldnt wait anymore, you know?
And well tell you all about it, every sickeningly sweet detail.
But first, we got to run. Our shuttle boards in an hour.
We are so excited to come back
and celebrate with all of you in person.
I'm gonna cry.
We've been gone so long. But were coming home.
Return to archive.
Begin memory review.
Delete.
Wait, wait, what-what do you mean?
I mean, I'm not playing Ka-dis-kot with you anymore.
Why? You know why.
Its the same reason I am not playing
with her anymore, either.
Tilly, you've memorized every possible gambit.
No, I have not. Yes, I have.
But so has Airiam.
True.
Save to archive.
Dont hold back.
Save to archive.
Come in.
Delete.
You better be saving every single Moment with me.
Actually,
those memories are always the first to go.
Oh.
Kind of lucky you get to delete everything you want to forget.
If I could do that, I probably wouldn't recognize my mother.
You'd be less envious if you had
to go through the process each week.
It can be tedious.
Still.
Hey, is that... that new?
I used to keep it... private.
But I think I like having it out now.
Is this from the same beach?
Our last day together.
Our shuttle back home
went down, and...
Did you need me for something?
Oh, yes. Um...
decryption help.
- Mm. - The sooner the better, if you can.
My memories are not going anywhere.
I would be happy to help.
Youre fine.
Youre fine
Youre fine.
Come on, which one of you is missing from my spore drive?
Youre fine.
Could one of you say something, please?
I don't like to listen to myself talk when I have an audience.
We're thinking, Commander.
Think louder.
We know of two occasions
on which a signal was followed
by the appearance of the Red Angel:
our mission to the asteroid, and to Kaminar.
But a signal appeared by itself
- over Terralysium. - And...
there was no signal when the Angel appeared to me as a boy.
Or when it reappeared to share its visions.
Perhaps there is a significance in them
we have yet to understand.
Is the Angel using these signals,
or the other way around?
Your visions have to contain something
to help us understand what the Angel wants.
I told you, I believe it wants to warn us, nothing more.
Nen lhómek i sk ávdu tsífuzin.
"You are tending a plant that is dead."
I know what it means.
Translation is not the essence of understanding.
Do you have a better suggestion, Spock?
My priority is to understand why, of all sentient beings,
the Angel chose to communicate with me.
So you think it wants something from you personally?
It showed me an apocalyptic future.
How I'm meant to prevent that from occurring
is something I cannot logically reconcile.
The purpose of logic
is to problem-solve in an uncertain environment.
Maybe we need
a little inspiration.
Could you find that inspiration somewhere else?
It turns out your loud thinking is distracting.
You're fine.
Now I understand why this was so difficult for you.
The key encryptions are continually changing.
Good thing youre half robot.
I prefer "cybernetically augmented," thank you very much.
Three cheers for cybernetics!
I don't know, Detmer. I mean,
she hasn't actually done anything yet, so...
Oh.
I stand corrected.
Think you're pretty smart, huh?
Airiam?
I'm sorry, I was focused.
This may take a while longer.
Why dont you return to your station
in case the Captain needs you for anything? Sure.
Um, thank you for everything.
I'm dropping us out of warp in ten minutes, sir.
Pull up defense schematics, please.
Admiral.
You want to tell us what kind of shitstorm were flying into?
Okay...
welcome to Section 31 headquarters.
Zoom in, please.
As you can see, it is heavily fortified
on all sides.
Are those mines?
- They are. - The Federation
does not permit the use of mines.
No.
No, they do not.
The Federation didn't build them.
I'd call that a distinction without a difference.
We were under attack by Klingon warships
with cloaking abilities.
Sometimes in war,
the terrible choice is the only choice.
Giving up our values in the name of security
is to lose the battle in advance.
Im curious, did you sideline
the Enterprise because you knew
I'd never stop reminding you of that?
You sat out the war...
because if wed lost to the Klingons,
we wanted the best of Starfleet to survive.
And as this conversation makes clear,
that was you...
and all you represent.
Thank you.
Youre welcome.
Now, will you get off my ass
so we can get back to work?
Unlike Ensign Tilly,
you seem to have no individual expression whatsoever.
It is quite an accomplishment to be uniquely mundane.
Well, I express myself through my work,
not my choice of decor.
Clearly.
I am attempting to understand why the Red Angel chose me
to expose a threat to the entire galaxy...
and your solution is to play chess?
When the Red Angel showed you visions you couldnt reconcile,
it caused you to question your ability
to examine the world logically.
What better way to return to logic
than via the game that represents it?
It is arrogant of you to assert
that my present manner of thinking
requires fixing at all.
It is arrogant of you to assert it doesnt.
Or you're just afraid youll lose.
All right, Michael...
lets play chess.
- Commander Airiam. - Hello, Nhan.
- May I help you? - Tilly was looking for you.
What are you doing?
Searching for data to help with the decryption.
For all the benefits of my augmentation,
its storage capacity is not infinite.
Your species is Barzan, yes?
- Yes. - Your augmentation
allows you to breathe in our atmosphere?
And why are you asking?
Curiosity.
I should return to the bridge.
Oh. I am so glad youre back.
Uh, whatever you did before, its not working anymore.
- I dont understand. - Yeah, neither do I.
I mean, its like the system knew
we were trying to crack it, and it changed its tactics.
But thats impossible, because its automated, its not alive.
Right?
I'd like you
to stand beside me.
Do not move until weve solved this problem.
Do you understand?
- No, that's okay, you've got this. - Please...
Tilly.
Um... yeah, okay.
Commander.
Dropping us out of warp now, Captain.
Mr. Bryce... open a channel.
Tell Section 31 that Starfleets
- most wanted vessel is here. - Captain,
sensors show all mines are fully armed.
No response to our hails, Captain.
They must be too busy planning the welcome party.
Are you sure you can get us through these defenses?
I wouldn't risk it otherwise.
Oh. My mission, your ship.
Lieutenant Detmer,
sending the route to you now.
Oh, one other thing I should mention.
The shields will have to be down.
Why?
The mines are attracted to them.
Nothing's ever easy.
Lower shields and take us closer.
If there's a logical reason to sacrifice your rook,
I fail to see it.
Perhaps I simply dislike rooks.
Perhaps... you're trying to lose.
An odd supposition given that I am
a willing participant in the game.
Sarek taught me a more elegant strategy...
first day I played.
There are other strategies that our father,
in his single-mindedness, chooses to ignore.
I think our father would be disappointed
in your lack of effort, don't you?
I disappoint him,
he disappoints me,
the sun sets, a new day begins.
Oh, you're a philosopher now.
And you're a human,
and you cannot presume to know Sareks mind.
The next logical move would be for your knight
to take my pawn.
Seriously, what are you doing?
Disrupting your expectations.
I'm trying to help you, Spock.
I do not need your help, Michael.
Our Captain says you do.
You are the only one
who has had contact with the Red Angel.
You said you don't understand why it chose you.
Thats where we need to start.
And logic
will
help.
I understand now. If only I'd taken your pawn,
the mystery would be solved.
I refuse to take this posturing seriously.
Its entirely out of character.
We've not seen each other in years.
You've no foundation for judging my character.
Yet here you are,
full of self-importance...
once again taking responsibility
for that which is beyond your control.
My perception of reality was challenged by visions
from a time-traveling entity.
Who should help me but you, of course.
After all, the entire Klingon War was your doing.
No. Even your parents death
- was your responsibility. - Stop it.
If only you hadnt asked to watch a star become supernova.
But you're wise to blame yourself.
Children should know when a warfaring race
will attack without warning.
Perhaps you could have done something.
A child fighting a Klingon... those are excellent odds.
Shut up!
You were trapped on the other side of a door, Michael.
You could not stop any of it.
You could not save them.
It is unreasonable for you to believe otherwise, yet you do.
As you believed you could save my family from logic extremists,
when in truth they despised us because of me...
the half-human abomination.
Your presence was beside the point.
Whatever point you're trying to make, youre failing.
Then let me be clear. You avoid reality
because it is easier for you to shoulder burden
than to face unimaginable grief.
I thought this could be a new start for us.
I really did.
Clearly, I was wrong.
Yes, you were.
We will never relate as equals
so long as you attempt to assume every burden as yours alone.
Since were being honest with each other,
you need to stop taking whatever this is out on me.
You need to identify why youre really angry.
There is nothing to identify.
I am angry, pure and simple.
Because you feel like you failed as a Vulcan or as a human?
What I feel
is that failure is liberating.
And for the first time, I enjoy expressing emotion.
Commander Burnham,
we need you on the bridge.
I'm on my way.
Yellow alert. Take us in.
Thats the most defensive weapons I've ever seen
- in one place. - Welcome to Section 31 headquarters.
No one from Control will answer our hails.
Scans show no life signs,
but it is a former prison, so...
So it would have been designed to prevent such scans
- from working. - Find a work-around.
I need to know what were walking into.
- I'll do what I can, sir. - Are you all right?
I'm fine.
Ensign Tilly,
have you decrypted those messages yet?
Moving as fast as we can, sir.
- Move faster. - Captain.
We have a problem incoming.
Blade Mines.
They'll slice the hull like cheese.
It appears that someone is guiding them
directly toward us.
That shouldn't even be possible.
Apparently it is.
Shields up. Red alert.
This is your Captain.
Brace for a bumpy ride.
Shields holding at 90%.
Begin evasive maneuvers.
Pattern lambda ten.
Yes, sir.
You should go help now.
But you said not to leave.
I've got this. And they need you.
Okay.
I can't shake these Blade Mines, Captain.
Whoever's controlling them seem to be anticipating our moves.
Switch to pattern gamma four.
Someone reprogrammed the mines. I can't shut them off.
Mr. Bryce, contact Starfleet Command.
Tell them to order Section 31 to stand down.
Sensors are saying that were upside down.
Those are blackout mines. They interfere with navigation.
Blackout mines?
- The helm is not responding. - It is, Lieutenant.
You're flying blind, just like in the Academy.
Shields down to 41%.
No response from Starfleet, sir.
Keep trying. Lieutenant Detmer...
I'm trying my best, Captain.
Not good enough. This isn't a game.
Wait. What if it is?
- Quickly. - If the mines are reprogrammed,
they're being guided by a computer.
And like a game, after a few moves,
it anticipates what well do.
Recommendations?
We need to introduce randomness and chaos, sir.
Lieutenant Detmer, trust your training.
You can do this.
Mr. Saru, we need an evasive pattern.
Beta nine, Detmer.
Admiral.
Pi alpha two.
Commander Burnham.
Delta seven.
Lieutenant Owosekun.
Omega one.
Theyre moving away from us, Captain.
- Injuries? - Five, sir.
All from the engine room. No casualties.
- Damage report? - Warp and impulse engines
are inoperable, sir.
It's as if we were targeted.
And now were sitting ducks.
Sir, we're being hailed by Section 31.
Its Admiral Patar.
Cancel red alert.
Put her through.
What the hell are you doing, attacking a Federation starship?
My apologies, Admiral. Captain.
But
Discovery is presently harboring wanted criminals
and is, itself, a fugitive vessel.
It was deemed too dangerous
to allow you in proximity to our base.
We'll see what Starfleet has to say. Lieutenant Bryce?
I'm sorry, sir. They're-they're still not responding.
That is because my order to attack
came directly from Starfleet Command.
If Starfleet ordered an attack, they can damn well say it
- to my face. - Captain Pike,
please do not escalate this situation further.
A Section 31 vessel is en route. You will be boarded.
- For what reason? - Starfleet regulations
are extremely specific about the definition of treason.
Unfortunately, you, your crew
and the admiral all qualify.
If you think youre coming to arrest us, think again.
Admiral, I do believe
- you went to - Discovery with noble intentions.
However, by abandoning your duties
to carry out a secret mission with fugitives,
you became a fugitive yourself.
You no longer have the authority to choose your own fate.
I understand this is more than you bargained for,
but you cannot abandon the mission, Chris.
Whether I can issue orders or not,
we have to get a team onto that station and reset Control.
What is it about the look on my face
that suggests I've changed my mind?
Lieutenant Rhys,
scan for any other weapons on this base.
And call down to engineering. We need that spore drive
up and running. Mr. Saru,
form a landing party and meet us in my ready room.
Uh, Captain, I believe I can be more helpful here.
There is something I would like to investigate.
Get to it, then.
Commander Burnham, youre up.
Okay.
Come on.
Please don't shock me.
You do realize inanimate infrastructure cannot hear you.
Really? You're kidding.
Sorry, darling.
He just does not understand.
Ow!
Great.
Now there's a power short
on top of everything else.
This makes my work impossible.
And I am not being hyperbolic when I say
the future of the galaxy is at stake.
Well, uh...
unless I can reroute power to the adjacent conduit,
isolate the corruption, fix it and the spore drive,
were all gonna get arrested, so...
if you want to save the galaxy, start by helping me.
A fair point.
I didn't know you knew anything about electrical.
I have many talents.
Point the light over here, please.
So, did, uh...
Burnhams idea help?
Did you figure out why the Red Angel chose you?
No.
I have examined it from countless angles,
yet I remain an illogical choice.
Well, have you thought about what makes you unique?
I am half-human.
Unusual, but there are others like me.
I can think of nothing else.
Well, if I were a Red Angel
traveling through time,
I'd plan my mind-melding strategy pretty carefully.
Wouldn't just...
choose a random Vulcan.
Keep trying. Youll figure it out.
Thank you.
Now, if only the spore drive were that easy.
I think the corruption might be with the navigator,
which, you know, isnt important at all.
It just holds the map to the entire mycelial network.
You have traveled that network hundreds of times.
Surely you know it well enough
to travel between two points without assistance.
Perhaps you simply lack faith in your own abilities.
I know youre angry with Burnham,
but she risked her life to bring you here.
She loves you.
If I may make an observation of my own...
I saw
Dr. Culber moving out of your shared quarters.
You seemed quite upset.
Yes, he said he needs distance.
I submit that your assessment of the situation may be inverted.
Perhaps he needs distance from you
not because he no longer has feelings for you,
but because he no longer knows how to feel about himself.
Power and life support systems are disabled everywhere
except for the Data Center where Control is located.
So well have to beam over in EV suits.
Because the politics werent complicated enough.
Any idea how many guards to expect?
I havent been on the site since before the war.
Your guess is as good as mine. Probably better.
Minimize the risks as much as possible.
Lieutenant Detmer,
do your best to keep us in range. Commander Airiam,
once they've secured the Data Center,
you'll beam over and restore
Admiral Cornwells access to Control.
Sir, I should go with them.
If the threat assessment system has backup protections,
I can circumvent them before we lose access entirely.
I'll look after her, Captain.
Okay.
Good luck, everyone. Dismissed.
Look at you, going off on a mission.
Dont forget about us little people.
I will do my best, Kayla. Mm-hmm.
Captain, still no life signs, and gravity is out.
Please be careful.
Standing by to beam you out.
That's frozen blood.
Well, that can't bode well.
Burnham to Discovery.
Confirm visuals on EV suits.
We see you all in the corridor, Commander.
Proceed with caution.
Yes, sir.
Commander Nhan, can you find a way
to turn life support back on?
I'll be back in two seconds if you need anything.
Lets stay close.
Captain, I'm seeing clear signs of a struggle.
There's more blood.
Looks like someone was trying to pry these doors open,
- or keep them from shutting. - Any sense
of who was fighting whom?
Not yet.
What do you think killed him?
Thats a really good question.
Restoring power and gravity now, Commander.
Burnham to Discovery. At least four dead.
Im guessing we'll find more.
But we've got gravity
and atmosphere restored.
Biometric data indicates
the victim died at least two weeks ago.
Bodies are frozen solid.
Captain, we have a problem.
Its Admiral Patar.
She's been dead two weeks.
If she's dead, who the hell was I talking to?
Captain,
I believe I can answer that question.
Look, as you know, all living beings have a heat signature,
which changes in high-stress situations.
When Admiral Patar's authority was challenged,
I should have seen a change in her signature,
but I did not.
As she was a hologram, I now understand why.
Now... here is
the evidence against Mr. Spock.
In ultraviolet.
No changes despite the violent attack.
This, too, is a hologram.
Which can only mean
Section 31 framed Mr. Spock.
Control was programmed
to create this evidence.
After killing the admirals, it used the same skill
to create Admiral Patar.
We're fighting the system itself.
Which would explain
why Admiral Cornwell was locked out.
Control could also be blocking our transmissions
to Starfleet Command.
Then why would it allow us to send a team onto the station?
It must want something from us.
Actually, I think it might want something from Airiam.
She downloaded all of her
archived data, all of her memories
onto Discovery.
None of it is in her head anymore, and
those memories meant everything to her.
Find out what she downloaded in their place.
Lieutenant Bryce, open a secure channel
to Burnham and Nhan only.
Mr. Stamets, how are we doing on that spore drive?
I'll be ready when you are, sir.
Good, because we might need it very soon.
Looks like they were trying
to turn life support systems back on again.
The door's closed on them deliberately.
What could cause an entire station to malfunction?
Commander Burnham, Commander Nhan,
youre on with the Captain.
Commander,
what is Airiam doing?
Trying to restore Admiral Cornwells access to Control.
No, she's not. Stop her... now!
What the hell was that?
Airiam, what are you doing?
Commander Airiam, stand down. That is an order.
Do you hear me?
I said stand down!
Commander Airiam, I need you to stop.
Burnham?
Burnham, are you all right?
- Michael? - I'm fine.
I'm fine. What the hell is
- happening to her? - Airiam's compromised.
Somethings controlling her through her augmentation.
Sir, do you remember the Sphere? It was... it was dying.
- It had a lot of data. - I was there. Get to the point.
Okay, well, the messages to Section 31...
they contained data from the Sphere.
That's the data that Airiam downloaded before leaving.
What did she bring over here?
All the information the Sphere
has ever collected on artificial intelligence.
Why would Control want AI data?
A strategic advantage, perhaps.
That Sphere collected data from
countless civilizations over hundreds of thousands of years.
That much knowledge...
whatever the problem, you could never outthink it.
It would always win.
Oh, thats it.
It wants to think.
It wants to evolve.
That data's like a roadmap for Control to become
fully conscious.
When it does...
It can destroy all other sentient life in the galaxy.
Yes. That's what Spock saw in his vision.
I'll delete whatever she managed to upload.
Ugh! Damn it! I can't get in!
Can you delete the data remotely?
I can't access the system,
and I definitely can't hack Airiam.
She's trying to open the door from the inside!
- We can't let her do that. - I could... Maybe I...
If you have any ideas.
Open a channel to Airiam,
please?
You're on.
Thanks. Uh...
Airiam, hi. Its Tilly.
Uh, just a friendly reminder
that you saved every memory you ever had with me.
I think that's because you adored me.
And I adore you, too.
I'm gonna send you something.
Whatever this thing is making you do,
this is not who you are.
You are a... a Starfleet officer.
You're an amazing colleague, and you are a great friend.
And also, like, the best Kadis-kot player Ive ever seen.
And I should know. I won regionals when I was, like, ten.
Airiam,
this is not you. Please.
You know Michael.
Shes your friend.
Airiam, I know you can hear me.
I can hear you, Tilly!
But I cannot stop myself.
Its overriding my primary motor functions.
I was only able to transfer 25% of the AI data.
Control needs me to finish.
Michael,
you have to open the airlock.
Immediately.
What?
No!
No, I'm not gonna eject you into space!
I will unlock this door,
I will kill you,
finish my mission.
Then I will destroy
Discovery.
And all on board will die.
Please, Michael.
The airlock.
We can fight this, Airiam.
Commander Burnham, what are you doing?
The system corrupted her. If I can break in, and...
and take it offline, shell be free.
Michael, stop.
I disabled my helmet.
I will not survive in space.
Commander Burnham.
Open the airlock.
Captain, I don't want to disobey your orders,
but if this works...
Its her or you, Michael.
15 seconds.
Please!
Open the airlock, Michael.
One more minute! Please!
Hey, Airiam,
I'm gonna send you your favorite memory, okay? Look at it.
I can't look at it now, Tilly. Michael!
You have no other alternative but to eject me!
Burnham, that's an order.
I'm so sorry.
It wanted me to kill you.
Everything is because of you.
Because of me?
Michael,
open the airlock.
Please tell everyone I love them.
You have to find Project Daedalus.
Where is Project Dae...
But were coming home.