Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

these data chips are of Vulcan design.

I finally found the files on our Terran counterparts.

and act like we belong here.

Like a captain. But you are an enemy of the empire and

But... I've run more advanced tests,

BURNHAM : I'm detecting what looks to be

So, who is this emperor?

You don't actually have to be her.

The prayer should make you remember. Something is wrong.

I'm gonna get into the interface and try to figure this out.

What exactly are you imagining they could have done to you?

No, listen, Commander. Data from rebel intelligence suggests

whatever this place makes you do,

And how can I return the favor?

Vulcan high-level math, Specialist?

And random memory sampling, the Manchurian test,

Destiny didn't get me out of prison, Captain.

I'm having flashes of things...

You know, I almost didn't make it to captain

You can't hurt me anymore.

Was a one-off. Seeing those Klingons

She's terrifying. She's-she's like a twisted version

And why are you not on screen?

And, so far, we can conclude

I'm not imagining anything.

But almost nothing else is where it's supposed to be.

The number of jumps scrambled his ability

and his adrenals are spiking uncontrollably.

Fortunately, his well-being

Commanding a Klingon ship?

Wouldn't you, Number One?

Everything's squared away here.

Well, it was a theory I was working on.

took me by surprise, that's all.

I don't know if he'll ever be the same,

TYLER: Their phasers are locked on.

You just get rid of them as fast as possible.

Burnham. Captain. Modifying our ship's

You called, Doc?

Otherwise, the ships are just sitting ducks;

I think you'll find most interesting.

Well, of course, you know, anything is possible.

You're clearly too emotional to be able to handle this.

It should be easy enough to extract.

your personal bias compromises that,