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You are proposing we remove Discovery from the galactic equation entirely?

Discovery has to go to the future

to take the data out of this time,

assuming I don't get lost in the wormhole. It's a one-way trip.

My mother should have returned to her anchor point on Terralysium.

So hopefully I will land there. Apparently, this is what I'm meant to do.

I love you, all of you.

We are here because we're staying with you.

- No. - We're not asking permission.

I am sure what you are about to say will be beautiful but it is done, Michael,

and we are running out of time.

I only wish I could be certain of your safety.

I'll send the last signal.

I'll send it through the wormhole when we get to the other side.

I will watch the stars for it.

Burnham to Discovery, let's go.

We are on our way.

Little busy here, Cosmo.

So what?

It doesn't belong to you, it belongs to itself.

Open your damn mind.

Nope.

Warning: Space-time anomaly detected.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Increase power to reverse thrusters and switch to manual altitude control!

Unable to comply.

Initiate heat shield!

Emergency heat shield initiated.

Fatal impact imminent, propulsion systems unresponsive.

- Full system reboot! - Rebooting.

Rebooting.

Rebooting.

Come on! Come on, come on!

Reboot complete.

Increase power to reverse thrusters and activate impact shield!

Life support failure.

Life support failure.

Life support failure.

Life support failure.

Life support failure.

Initiating deactivation sequence.

Burnham...

to Discovery.

Burnham to Discovery.

Discovery, do you copy?

Discovery, do you copy?

Discovery, do you copy?

Identify space-time location.

You have reached year 3, 188.

Computer, life readings.

Is there life here?

Anywhere?

Multiple life signs detected.

Yes!

Yes!

Yes!

Wormhole closing.

No, no!

No, no, no.

Set temporal coordinates for location 5499 section 16,

course heading 214, mark five. Initiate final signal

upon closure of spatial rift, then initiate self-destruct sequence.

Activate propulsion, now!

Sequence initiated.

Hydration pack, emergency ration pack...

phaser, Delta shield.

Commander Michael Burnham, Starfleet.

Commander Michael Burnham, Science Officer, U.S.S. Discovery.

Serial number, SC0064-0974 SHN.

Science Officer, U.S.S. Discovery.

Serial number SC0064-0974 SHN.

Stand up.

Walk.

- Stop it! - It doesn't belong to you!

You think you can just take it because you knocked me out of the sky?

I'm not trying to take anything.

- That was an accident! - No one comes out here by accident!

I am telling you, stop! Now, nobody has to get hurt.

- You might. - I am not fighting you!

You're fighting me. My name...

I don't want to know.

Listen.

I listen better without you holding that antique to my head.

- You want to put that down? - No.

Okay. On three?

- One... - I'm counting!

Fine, you count. Damn.

One... two... three.

- My name is... - I do not want your acquaintance.

The nearest natural wormhole is 100 light-years from here.

That means you came out of a wormhole you created with tech from I don't know where.

You think ripping holes in space is a good idea?

Wasn't bad enough for you

the Gorn destroyed two light-years worth of subspace?

Wait, the Gorn did what?

How many people do you think are on channels right now saying:

"I saw a crazy woman in a funny suit.

Anyone wanna buy some last-known coordinates?"

Where'd you get that weapon? I don't wanna know.

Your Rocket Girl outfit scanned for tritanium alloy.

- Hasn't been anything like that in years. - Do not call me Rocket Girl.

You're not from around these parts.

Go back to your own parts.

I can't.

Is this Terralysium?

It's Hima. Who are you?

Never mind. I don't wanna know.

Where is Hima?

- What star system? - I'm on the clock.

- What sector? - Bye-bye.

- What quadrant? - Shh.

My name is Michael...

It was not my intention to crash into your ship.

I am sorry... for all of it.

What's your name?

- I lost my crew. - Oh, yeah?

They may be dead. I don't know where I am.

I have nowhere to go back to.

The only thing I can do right now is trust something...

or someone, and I am sorry you don't want it to be...

but it's you.

So please.

Please help me.

Comms.

Hey! Don't touch anything.

Transmitter, receiver, subspace amplifier.

- Nice. - You know what'd be really nice?

If you could whip up a new dilithium recrystallizer.

Mine cracked like a lychee when you ran into my ship.

I gotta get my cargo to a certain planet by a certain time,

so unless you have benamite lying around,

and no one does, I can't fly quantum slipstream.

Tachyon solar cells are slow as shit,

and don't even get me started on trilithium.

All of which means, thanks to you, I need more dilithium.

And the only place I can trade for it is at the Mercantile,

and there is nothing good about me sticking my head up at the Mercantile.

Right, baby?

You have a very large cat.

Yes.

She has a thyroid condition.

Does she have a name?

Grudge.

- Because... - She's heavy...

and all mine.

The Mercantile.

Is there a subspace comms array there? A way that I can contact my ship?

They've got nothing unless you got something to trade.

You have something? Because I need dilithium and I'm space broke.

Apparently, I have antiques.

Can you get the dilithium you need for this? It's a tricorder.

- Cover that uniform. Try to look normal. - You ever gonna tell me your name?

Book. My name is Book.

Your cargo is temperature sensitive?

And you don't want anyone else to find it.

I'm guessing your cargo used to be someone else's cargo.

- It was never his. - You stole it.

I repatriated it.

- You're a thief. - Courier.

Someone needs something to get somewhere, I bring it.

And I can say two things about you:

That moral compass of yours led you straight into a mid-space collision

- that could've killed both of us. - What's the other thing?

You believe in ghosts.

- What does that mean? - That badge on your shirt.

Sometimes you see a guy with one of those badges

getting himself all worked up about the Federation.

The old days.

True believers.

Can't handle that it's gone.

The Federation is gone?

That's impossible.

What happened?

Beats me.

What happened?

Collapsed, I guess.

It was a long time ago, after the Burn.

What's the Burn?

What's the Burn?

How can you not know this stuff? Seriously, where are you from?

I don't want to know.

Please.

The Burn was the day the galaxy took a hard left.

Dilithium.

One day most of it just went, "Boom."

Dilithium is the heart of every warp-capable ship.

What does that mean? Did it destabilize?

- How? - I don't know. A lot of people died.

Federation couldn't say for sure what happened, or why,

or that it wouldn't happen again.

Think they tried to hang on, but after a while,

they just weren't around anymore.

That's not possible.

- Okay. - When?