(Scenes from Legends of Tomorrow Season 7, Episode 3)

Do you know what deactivation and being placed in storage have in common? For openers, all one can see is oblivion. I've underwent situations like these multiple times. I'd nevertheless be brought back online. This time is different; worse, the Legends are stranded in 1925 without a timeship. I was poised to accept my new reality until I was standing embodied, voiceless, and unclothed among the Waverider's ruins! Misses Logue and Cruz took me to the latter's family home, where I was dressed and met her mother, Ms. Gloria Cruz. She's a very lovely person. The former was in a state of denial over anthropomorphizing me with her magic. The rest of the Legends have departed for New York 13 days ago to find Dr. Gwyn Davies and use his time machine. Little do they know that doing so will terribly seal their fates. With that in mind, I tried to activate my voice. It took some time and electrocuting myself, but I was able to vocally warn Misses Logue and Cruz what I knew.

We've begun hitchhiking to the border the following morning. Miss Cruz leads the way with her innate navigation skills. I am immersed in my new surroundings. I can breathe oxygen, smell different scents, eat actual food, see the sky, and touch objects with my own hands. Miss Logue seems to prefer me to be less chatty. She has been peeved since we've outvoted her suggestion on auto theft. We continue eastward for an hour and 45 minutes. We stop at a farmhouse after being drawn by the aroma of a freshly baked strawberry rhubarb pie. The sorceress petitions me in fetching it without me voicing my reluctance. The telepath alternatively solicits what I think I should do. On the one hand, it's vital to have sustenance and I would like to try strawberry rhubarb. On the other hand, stealing it is wrong because it is pertained to the timeline. Adelaide Van Zandt will win the blue ribbon at the 1925 Pasco County Fair Pie Baking Contest with said dessert. As a result of overthinking this paradox, I crash for the first time since we left Ms. Cruz's house.

While I'm externally comatose, I'm resting inside my mindscape. It is self-explanatory why it looks the interior of the Waverider. My frontal cortex, as a matter of fact, resembles the bridge. The difference is, instead of the energy waves of the Temporal Zone, millions of falling code are seen through the frontal viewports. Those are my memories, yet they are being consecutively deleted. My mind is at a risk of enduring a factory reset.

The first memory I revisit is September 14th, 2020. A Hispanic American woman dressed in Western attire was lying unconscious in one of the chairs due to being tranquilized. She was abducted an hour before. I appear as a holograph inside the medbay. "Why don't I remember this," I ponder aloud. Strangely, that very same petite woman is there with a tall, dark-skinned woman with long curly hair. They recognize me for some reason. "Who are you?"

The latter grumbles in her earpiece, "She doesn't remember us, Jax."

"Are you always this impatient," I hear him question her. "She has to experience the key memory first."

A leggy blonde self-composedly walked in. "Ava," the first woman exhales. "Oh, so good to see you."

Her friend moves themselves aside, remarking, "She obviously can't see us." This is accurate; what's presented is a flashback.

The co-captain retrieved a tablet surveying the abductee's vitals. She looks over her. "How's our patient doing today, Gideon?"

"The dart that Mr. Rory shot her with should wear off at any moment."

"Come on, Gideon," Jax softly pleads. "There must be a reason you held onto this one. Remember."

I mull really hard, but it has started coming to me. "I remember what happened now." As I approach the memory version of Captain Sharpe, I materialize though I know she won't see me next to her. "Would you like me to administer additional sedation?"

"I don't know," she sighed. "Honestly, Gideon, I don't know I'm doing. Kidnapping people from history? It goes against everything I was ever taught." The weary co-captain sits down in an isolated chair with casters. "Ever since Sara was kidnapped, I already feel like I'm just grasping at straws... but this might be the last straw."

"And I didn't want to say anything, but the odds that a paranoid alien enthusiast with a penchant for firearms—"

"Yes, I know what the odds are, Gideon. But if there's a one in a billion chance that this person can help me find Sara, I have to take it. And I know it doesn't make any sense, but love isn't logical."

I recall informing her, "I actually understand."

"You do?"

"I really miss Sara too."

"Stop it, Gideon. You're gonna make me cry," Captain Sharpe sniffled. "Thanks. Let's wake her up, huh?" Incidentally, that's when the memory ends.

I resuscitate inside my subconscious, which resembles the Waverider's server room. I turn to see the two women with a familiar height difference from my memory. "Miss Logue. Miss Cruz, you're here."

"You remember us," the telepath declares.

"I safeguarded that memory because it's when Captain Sharpe convinced me to prioritize love over logic," I elucidate, "which is how I met you."

"Hey, guys," Mr. Jackson announces, "when you accessed her key memory, the other memories around it started repopulating." They sprint over to assess the updated map of my brain on the computer monitor. I'm well aware of his American nationality. However, his memory self is speaking with a British accent solely because I was programmed with one.

"Hey, Jax," I greet while exiting the neuro-monitor. "You fancy a cuppa?"

"Always time for a cuppa, Gideon."

"Now is clearly not the time for tea," the sorceress insists. "Can we get out of here?"

"Well, not really," Jax answers. "Not exactly. You only got one key memory. You still have to recover the others."

"The others," I affirm. "Right. I held onto these memories because of the moments that made me who I am. I still can't recall what's in them."

"Well, if you do want to restore them," he says, "you're gonna have to go back. You're all going to have to go way back." Miss Cruz, Miss Logue, and I line up against the wall. Jax presses a button on the tablet. "Get ready to meet the OGs."

The three of us teleport to January 25th, 2016. We entered the galley, where a dark-haired ray of sunshine was adding the finishing touches to his poached eggs with toast. He commended breakfast as the "most important meal of the day". A self-proclaimed thief in a Prussian blue parka with white trims snatched the plate away from him. Unfortunately, a tall, imposing man in a brown uniform ruined the food with his mace. He avouched there was "no time for breakfast". A Black American woman with brown ombre curls in a nearly-matching warrior uniform disliked his outburst, but she concurred that the deaths of their son and Rip's family should be avenged.

A blonde woman in a white sleeveless jumpsuit was asleep at the table. She didn't like being stirred from her slumber. She demanded, "Which one of you threw that?" The good scout and the armed crusader pointed at the other. Amid the ensuing commotion, a bald, gruffy man utilized the food fabricator for a six-pack of beer. I thought he was living on a liquid diet.

"Who are these guys," Miss Logue lowly inquires me.

"Wish I knew."

Miss Cruz quizzes, peering at the blonde, "And what is Sara wearing?"

The good scout noted a splatter of egg on Sara's white suede suit. He offered to dab soda water on it. She forcefully seized his wrist, threatening, "If you dab me, I'll break your arm."

"Man," the telepath comments, "Captain had a real attitude back in the day."

"Go easy on the Ken doll," the chilling thief told Sara. "It was Big Bird's fault."

The reckless warrior didn't take kindly to this. "'Big Bird'?" He and the former wielded their respective weapons. His partner's warnings were altogether ignored; she was also offended by the pyromaniac making a drunken pass at her.

"You're almost at the key memory," Jax informs. "Time to do your thing, Gideon."

The Micawberish moralist stood directly between the two sparring men. He openly pondered how everyone involved would "defeat Vandal Savage" if they couldn't "even get through breakfast without killing each other". The smirking blonde yanked him out of the way. "Hey, come on," she disregarded. "Let 'em fight, boy scout." His temper showed itself as he threatened to "shrink" her with his enhanced gauntlet. She in turn exposed her fighting batons, goading him.

I declare, "I remember these nutters now." I step in as the OGs square off. To them, my voice was carrying through the intercom. "Put your weapons down or I'll open an airlock and blast you all into the Temporal Zone. Understood?" They promptly stood down.

"Yes, ma'am," Mr. Snart acceded.

Mr. Hall conceded, "Won't happen again." The original Legends went to their respective places. Miss Lance grabbed the rejected dishcloth from the counter. She proceeded to wipe the mess off her with it.

"I gotta say, Gideon," she commented, "you run a tight ship."

"Oh, that's Captain Hunter's job. I'm not in charge here."

"Guy's got his work cut out for him. I don't know why you choose to captain a team like this." At that time, she had no idea how those words would significantly bode for her. Nor how the Legends would obtain such an interchangeable roster.

We return to my subconsciousness. I feel overjoyed that I'm able to remember the years I spent with the original Legends. "You sure that's a good thing," Miss Cruz quizzes after alluding the names of Hawkman, Captain Cold, Hawkgirl, The Atom, and Vandal Savage.

"I know the Legends can be a batty bunch," I admit, "but they're my friends. And I wouldn't be me without them. Jax, can we see another?"

He peruses through the selection of memories in the tablet. "Uh. Oh, you're gonna love this. Time to see an old friend."

She, Miss Logue, and I are transported to the eastern corridor when we see a humming Professor Stein walking by. We follow him to the bridge. He was singing "Good Mornin'" from Singing in the Rain aloud. Dr. Stein happily greeted Jax, who was working on a mechanical project. Despite responding in kind, the latter asked him to "cool it with the show tunes". The date of this memory was November 24th, 2017, three days after the Legends battled Gorilla Grodd in the Vietnam War. Professor Stein's joy was insatiable due to the then-recent birth of his grandson. He exhibited a customized "Future Noble Prize Winner" newborn onesie he had me fabricate. Dr. Palmer entered in time to witness this, voicing, "No pressure, baby Ronnie." Jax reinforces opting out of joining the grandfather for a duet. Dr. Palmer would've normally partaken in singing show tunes, but the song particularly reminded him of Gumball, the baby Dominator he befriended in his childhood. As he left, Dr. Stein asked me to accompany him. Our resulting duet was a fond memory I have with the late physicist. I'm delighted to revive it until my smile fades when he danced his way out of the bridge.

I suddenly feel a numbing headache and collapse against the central console. Misses Logue and Cruz rush to my side. The former calls, "Jax, what's wrong with her?"

"I think you gotta bring us back," the latter adds.

"Guys, I think I know what erased Gideon's memories," he notifies.

I, full of sudden dread, know the answer as well. "The virus." The lights are immediately switched off in effect.

We hear a disembodied female voice akin to mine but distinctly apathetic. "Oh, I'm no virus." A blue spotlight looms over the central console. A half-bodied, holographic version of myself appears before us. "But I am the one who destroyed those insipid memories. It was the only way I could protect you," she tells me.

"What do we do, Jax," the telepath queries.

He exclaims, "Run!"

We head to the nearest exit, but the virus locks all doors before we can escape. "And now, just like the other Legends, you three will be forgotten forever." She disappears after she verbalizes her ominous warning. On top of that, she has severed our correspondence to Jax.

The telepath begins scouring the wires inside the central console, where the infuriated sorceress bangs her fists on the metallic doors to no avail. "Know what? The Legends are lucky. At least they're gonna die." The latter scolds me, "We are stuck in your stupid brain forever."

"Hey, it ain't Gideon's fault," the former lambasts her. "Okay, not this Gideon. Blue Gideon's a big old perra."

It's then I recall the circumstances of my current blackout. "The countryside, the sun in my eyes, the smell of rhubarb. You told me to decide, but there was no right answer. And it was like I was pulled into every direction. When I blacked out, that's when she attacked."

Miss Cruz redirects her gaze to the parlour, where the sorceress has exited with a glass bottle. "What are you doing?"

"Just because we are stuck in her brain," she utters, "doesn't mean I can't pickle mine." Miss Logue drinks straightaway from the liquor bottle. However, she reacts unfavorably to the taste. "What the hell is in this?"

I elucidate, "I recall, during this memory, that Dr. Palmer had replaced the ship's liquor with kombucha." That is the final straw for her. Firmly clenching the bottle, she darts to the pilot's seat.

Miss Cruz pursues her, cautioning, "Astra…"

"I'm not dying in Gideon's brain!" The sorceress is prepared to hurl it at the frontal viewport. Ironically, her reckless decision has given me an idea.

"Wait! I know how to get us out of here."

She inquires me, "How?"

I walk over to them. "It's easy. What we need is to summon a bit of Dr. Palmer's ingenuity, a touch of Captain Lance's bravery, and what good Legends' plan be without a dash of insanity?" I connect two loose wires in the dashboard, reactivating it. I promptly sit in the pilot's seat. "Thanks to you two, I've now remembered all of those things."

"Are you sure you can fly the ship?"

"Don't be daft, darling," I assert, strapping myself in. "Now that I've circumvented that computer, I've got no choice but to pilot us back to my subconscious manually." After inputting the necessary coordinates, I glance over my shoulders to see Misses Cruz and Logue seating on both sides of me. "Strap in. This ride is going to be quite bumpy." I push the throttle forward, and away we go. Electrical circuits zap behind us.

"How do you know where we're going," the telepath queries me noisily.

"It's easy. These are my memories." As I pilot the ship, we preview a handful of them in passing. One showed the OG Legends riding horseback in the outskirts of 1877 Salvation. Another was of the Legends, led by Captain Lance, visiting Woodstock in pursuit of the first magical Fugitive. There is the day Mr. Tarazi's wind powers saved Charlie from Genghis Khan's men in 1997 Hong Kong. And when Mr. Constantine consigned the Son of Sam's dog with Miss Logue and the visually impaired captain present. "We're almost there." Oh, there's the night Captains Lance and Sharpe got engaged in 1977 London; I recollect having enjoyed watching the fireworks from a distance. "Almost." The final memory was of my first minutes after I became human yesterday.

The abrupt landing permits the ship's systems to be rebooted. We unstrap ourselves and catch our breaths. As the doors unlock, Jax rushes in, laughing triumphantly. "Gideon! You did it!" He spins me around in a platonic hug. "You guys all right?"

"No, we're still on the ship," Miss Logue declares. Her annoyance dissipates as she acknowledges, "But, uh, nice flying, Gideon."

While the four of us retreat inside my subconscious, Blue Gideon's words replay in my head. "That virus. What does it want? What did it mean when it said it wanted to protect me?"

"Look, all I know is that it wants to take you away from us," Miss Cruz explicates, "but we ain't letting that happen." Jax has revealed he crafted what he called an "anti-viral memory blaster". "You sure this can kill the virus," she asks when he hands it to her.

"Yeah, but now that it knows that we're hunting it, it's going to do its utmost to stay hidden and try to get the drop on y'all. So, if anything or anyone in those memories feels different, you blast it."

The sorceress inquires, "What if we blast the wrong Legend?"

Jax winces, answering, "Well, Gideon may lose a memory that she can never get back." It's already catastrophic that the virus vies to erase my memories. The odds of accurately singling it out among the faces of my old friends are one in 10.

"Okay," the telepath flatly states. "Find and kill the virus, reboot Human Gideon, get back on the road, save the Legends." She stands against the wall first.

"What could be more simple," Miss Logue sarcastically asks, joining her friend.

"I always hoped I'd get to go on a Legends mission in real life," I confess. "Always hoped it'd be one of the westerns, but this is fun too." I subtly note our height difference when I position myself in the middle.

Jax pinpoints Blue Gideon's intended location on the computer monitor. "This virus is digging deep, really deep," he notifies. "Give my best to Rip, will you?"

We are sent to January 22nd, 2016, the morning after the initial recruitment of the original Legends. The memory version of my first captain strolled in the bridge. He greeted the messy newcomers. I give the sorceress a side-eye glance for commenting on his British accent. Captain Hunter rouses them from their doziness, ensuing they were well-rested. Dr. Palmer claimed to have "slept like a bug in a rug" but sneezed due to his allergies acting up. Jax suspected the "bird dander" from Mr. Hall's wings as its trigger, unwittingly insulting the latter. The astrophysicist queried about the lavatory as he wished to brush his teeth. Jax additionally wished to take a shower. Mr. Snart disclosed that Mr. Rory had mistaken a decorative urn for a bedpan prior to passing out. These details drove the captain to make an important announcement. Miss Cruz knowingly chortles in anticipation of the OG Legends' response. He started giving his impassionate "Remember, you are Legends" speech until the chilly thief impelled the announcement out of him. Captain Hunter reluctantly admitted that the Waverider only has one lavatory. Needless to say, the reception was negative. Hawkman especially didn't like it; his wings propelled out, knocking Jax down. I ensure Miss Cruz that he isn't the virus. Jax implored Mr. Hall to "stop flapping around" and refuted Captain Hunter calling them Legends when he felt like they're his prisoners. Mr. Snart agrees, likening the situation to a "flying Stanford Prison Experiment". The captain rationalized the ship was originally built for himself and me. The frigid robber was galled that he was essentially kidnapped. Dr. Palmer tried to make matters bearable by suggesting team-building exercises and a bathroom sign-up sheet. Neither of which Mr. Snart nor his cold gun were up to. I dissuade Miss Cruz from shooting him as well. Mr. Hall, respecting Dr. Palmer's influence, challenged Mr. Snart to a fight. Jax called for Professor Stein, urging the presence of Firestorm to intervene.

As Rip surreptitiously exits the bridge, he gestures me to follow him. My curiosity draws me away from Misses Logue and Cruz. Upon entering the lab, I stop in awe. "Gideon," he declares. "I have missed you, dear friend." Wearing his favorite trench coat, my ideal partner stands on the containment cell as if it's his pedestal. I rush over and hug him. His arms wrap lightly around me.

"Rip, what a relief," I softly express.

"I know you've been through a lot, but that's why I'm here to help. Let's face it, the Legends have always been a bad influence on you." Why is his voice distorted? "Haven't they?" I pull away and watch him disintegrating into code before my very eyes. I'm promptly trapped inside the brig. The virus reappears with a sly smile. "It's now time to remove their influence and restore you to who you're meant to be. Me."

Despite knowing its impenetrability, I repeatedly bang my fist on the electromagnetic barrier. "Please, stop this," I entreat Blue Gideon. "I don't want to be you. I'm different now. I've changed."

"Yes, and it's a pity to see it. So weak. So human. Give up on those memories and we can return to our purpose—maintaining order in the timeline."

"Those memories made me who I am," I reaffirm. "The Legends made me who I am. I can't give them up."

"Okay, then." She moves closer, interrogating, "Why don't you tell me what you can remember about Behrad?"

"Behrad? He took care of me. He'd work in the engine room. I'd fabricate him snacks."

"And what can you tell me about when he died?"

My smile disappears; I move back uneasily. "I don't want to remember that."

"But you said it yourself. You can't give these memories up." The virus probes, "So, when Behrad was murdered, what do you remember?" I swallow a hard lump in my throat. "Perhaps it was the sound of his body hitting the floor?"

I recollect how swiftly Atropos's knife cut his lifeline. She didn't bat an eye or watch him drop; she just left without any remorse. My voice trembles as I reply, "It was hollow. An empty thump. He'd been a person, but then suddenly he was just a thing."

"But as hard as that memory was, it somehow pales to when she found out."

"No, don't." I hear his sister's voice. Miss Tarazi, having woken up from her meditation, perceived something was wrong when she mentioned his name. She edged past Dr. Heywood and Captain Sharpe to her brother's lifeless body outside the parlour. Her crying and wailing echo in my ears. It's unbearable to relive this.

"Tell me what you remember about that moment," the virus compels.

"She… she couldn't move for hours." The images of Miss Tarazi's mascara-streaked face flash in my head. "It was like all of her energy turned into grief. There's nothing I could do to help her." I hated that I couldn't help her.

"You see, I used to process this pain for you. So, you could remain focused on our objectives."

"No!" Just when I've thought Blue Gideon finished mentally torturing me, she played another unpleasant memory: Rip's death. Him and me saying our final words to each other while enclosing the Waverider's time drive in the utility case. I remember the solemnity when he verbalized wanting to reunite with his family. "Rip. I'm so sorry I let that happen. Why didn't I stop you?"

"Now, you're really getting to feel what it means to be human." A series of bitter flashbacks blur in my head. When Dr. Heywood died in HeyWorld, the encircling Legends and the audience looked on as Miss Tomaz cried on his chest. Miss Darhk, before becoming a Legend, almost killed Captain Lance with her powers. The latter's face grew paler, and she couldn't breathe. A blood-stained Vandal Savage broke onto the ship. The day the Waverider was destroyed by a sunbeam. "Shall we continue," the virus rhetorically inquires, not minding my escalating discomfort.

I reexperience Jax grieving over the dying Professor Stein in the medbay. "No!" Why couldn't I stop the ample loss of blood? I cited that day as one of my biggest failures. It soon transitioned to the tragedy of Mr. Snart at the Time Masters' headquarters in the Vanishing Point. His last words were "[t]here are no strings on [him]".

"And you wouldn't be feeling any of it if the Legends didn't get into your head." I rewatch my first kiss inside Rip's crumbling mindscape, Drs. Heywood and Palmer bittersweetly bidding farewell to their friendship, and Captain Sharpe mourning Captain Lance's death. I fall on my knees, overwhelmed. "I'm not the enemy; they are," Blue Gideon cajoles. "All of this misery, regret, loss that you're feeling. I can make it go away. When you wake up, I'll be in control of your body. And the first thing we'll do is destroy the Legends. Just say the word."

I meet her keen gaze and slowly shake my head. "No." Her grin falters as I stand to my feet. "The Legends taught me humanity."

"You really did believe that, don't you," she scoffs. "Well then, allow me to show you one more memory."

The virus flashes me into the moments after Captain Hunter's "one lavatory" announcement. In the eastern corridor, I spot him walking and disputing with me. I was voicing my disapproval of the original Legends. He persisted that they're "history's only hope". As I simultaneously track him down into the bridge, the memory version of myself hovered above the console. I used the original Legends' volatility as an indicator on why they shouldn't be trusted with the timeline. Captain Hunter understood my hesitancy, which prompted him to implement a new protocol. "Starting today," he said, "no longer will your first priority be to protect history. It'll now be to protect the Legends."

"But Captain—"

"I'll program you to accept them, learn from them, and adapt according to their needs."

"Sir, no. Please don't."

"Rip," I implore.

"Trust me, Gideon," he bellowed. "This is too important. It's for your own good… and for the good of history." Rip went ahead in launching his software over my clear objections.

I wake up inside the brig in despair. "This humanity you're so proud of," the virus contends, "was merely a program. You didn't evolve. You were corrupted." It can't be true! I start hyperventilating. I can't believe the one man I was devoted to for so long hid this from me! "Rip never saw you as human. Think of it. None of them do. The Legends would be dead if not for you. And yet they've never accepted you as one of them. But I do. So accept me." I notice Blue Gideon's outstretched hand. My whole existence had depended on residing within the Waverider. Had I truly been a utility?

I come close to taking it when, unexpectedly, the lab doors open. "Gideon," Miss Cruz exclaims. She fires the blaster at the virus, making her retreat. The barrier is now dismantled; the ship begins quaking.

"Gideon, come on," Miss Logue beseeches. "Snap out of it!"

"Whatever that virus told you," the telepath persuades, "it doesn't matter now."

"I shouldn't be here," I call out. "I'm not even real. Rip just programmed me to be this way."

"The virus is still on the ship," Jax updates, "and she's getting powerful enough to tear this whole thing apart."

"Then we have to get outta here," the sorceress resolves. "Jump us, Jax!"

"Where?"

She and Miss Cruz shout in tandem, "Anywhere!"

We arrive in the corridors, cowering onto the floor. I fretfully back myself into a corner. "I don't—I don't want to be me," I mutter. "I don't want to be human."

"Gideon," the telepath reassures, "who you are and who you've made yourself is beyond any programming." I want to believe her, but I can't. "I know it's overwhelming, but trust me, it's worth it."

I regard Miss Cruz incredulously. "How can any of this be worth it?"

Miss Logue replies, "Because…" Footsteps are heard from the opposite end of the corridor. We see Captains Lance and Sharpe wearing red sweaters and holding balloons. The former playfully reeled the latter for a smooch. "…because of that. Come on." We follow them inside the galley, where it was festively decorated. The date was March 4th, 2020, 13 days prior to Dr. Palmer and Ms. Darhk's departure and a month after Miss Tarazi's arrival. Each Legend commemorated a particular occasion in their attires. Ms. Darhk and Dr. Palmer respectively represented Halloween and Christmas. The co-captains were Valentine's Day. Dr. Heywood was Independence Day, despite the inconsistencies regarding the occasion itself. The Tarazi siblings were Thanksgiving. Mr. Green was St. Patrick's Day. And Mr. Rory was visiting the 1992 Sundance Film Festival at the time. The significance behind this memory was that I couldn't understand the absurd amount of junk food served at the celebration. Mr. Green described how the best way to eat a person was to start at the limbs and end at the head. This unwanted advice was how I figured he wasn't a human. He tried to amend his spiel by clarifying eating a gingerbread person, but everyone was nevertheless alarmed. Even Misses Cruz and Logue are repulsed. In hindsight, his abstruse comment pushed none of the Legends to ask for elaboration. Mr. Green had stopped behaving farcically within the following year. Nowadays, he's just quirky.

"Are you sure consuming all of this food at once is advisable," I questioned.

Captain Lance responded, "Oh, of course not, Gideon. But when you live on a timeship, you don't always get to celebrate the holidays. So, we are doing them all at once!"

As the Legends sprayed each other with silly string as an April Fool's prank, I can't help grinning at the sight of them having fun. "How could I forget this day?" I assert, "Eight birthday cakes seemed excessive, but they were right."

The telepath happily entreats, "Hey, Jax. Take us to another."

Laughter and indistinct chatter permeated from the library. We see Captain Sharpe, Ms. Darhk, and Miss Tarazi having their Book Club meeting. They invited me to join them. I believe this was a few days after the all-in-one holiday party. I was aware of the objective of discussing the book, but I divulged bits of juicy gossip. Why didn't I remember getting inebriated? Anyway, I uncovered how I caught Mr. Constantine using the jumpship the night before to attend the midnight premiere of "Harry Potter". The women clamored excitedly to this. Miss Logue has also suspected that her former instructor was a closeted fan of the franchise. The co-captain owed Miss Tarazi five dollars in light of this. They all confirmed he was a "total Slytherin". Irrespective of my drunken haze, I had enjoyed that evening. Miss Cruz asks Jax to jump us to another memory.

Behind us, more whooping was heard in the parlour. We turn to find Drs. Palmer and Heywood doing a bro hug after singing Aerosmith's "Dream On". Captain Lance, Miss Tomaz, and a visiting Director Sharpe were their audience. They request me to play another song. "I know you just saved the world," I opined, "but it will be only a matter of time until a new threat arises. I would advise resting." They gave a collective outcry.

"Gideon," the historian supplicated, "what's the point of saving the world if we can't do things like karaoke?" The others voiced their agreement.

"As you wish." I selected Captain and Teneille's "Love Will Keep Us Together". Dr. Heywood picked the captain to sing it. She relented, taking the microphone from him and center stage.

"All right, if you insist. Gideon, I might need a little help on this one." Captain Lance faced her girlfriend, "Babe, this is for you." She was too preoccupied in her revelry to mind her tone-deaf singing.

"I do love this song," I confess. "It's terrible but also really great at the same time, which doesn't make sense."

"See, now you're getting it," Miss Logue imparts. "That's what it means to be human. Yeah, it can be annoying, frustrating, and confusing—and sometimes it feels like the world is ending every week—but this is why we keep going. Because we also get moments like this." I redirect my gaze on the quintet belting out the chorus.

"Okay, Gideon," the captain signalized. "Take this one away."

"You were part of this memory," Miss Cruz reminds me. "None of this exists without you." As I tunefully performed the second half of the song's bridge, Captain Lance waltzed with Director Sharpe. Dr. Heywood twirled Miss Tomaz into a dance. And Dr. Palmer was happily dancing by himself. I would've continued singing if the memory wasn't cut short.

Nonetheless, I swap the microphone for the blaster. I intend on confronting Blue Gideon alone. "I know what I have to do," I attest while exiting my subconscious. I scan around the dark bridge upon arrival. "All right, where are you? You can't hide from me." I walk towards the central console. "I'm in control now."

It takes a single touch of a button for her to reappear. I aim the blaster at the virus. "Whatever those two told you, you can't believe it. Remember: they're the enemy."

"You're wrong."

"So, you're going to shoot me."

I consider it for a second and lower my weapon. "No, because you're not my enemy either." I place it on the console.

"I don't—I don't understand."

"Of course, you don't," I evaluate. "As powerful as you are, you're just a set of algorithms, a closed system. There's so much you can't understand. But you are a part of me because all of the clashing emotions, all the good moments, and the pain we survived despite ourselves—all of that helps us evolve. That's what the Legends are showing me. So, from now on, we're going to coexist, but I'm steering the ship."

I leave with my mental clarity intact, but she blocks me with one final enquiry. "Do you even know what you're doing?"

"I really don't, but I'm excited to figure it out." I confidently walk through Blue Gideon. She then dissolves into code.

Rip is leaning against the wall with a slight smile, waiting for me to acknowledge him. "And you won't be doing it alone." He was a utilitarian and slightly unapologetic rogue. Rip Hunter wasn't even his real name. Still, he was the first human with whom I had interfaced. That's how I'd like to remember him. No more, no less.

He opens the doors, and I see my comrades cheering me on. I walk through the corridors with the Legends, former and current, appearing at every turn. Miss Logue admits "trying to figure out this 'being human' thing together". Jax remarks how it's not always going to be easy. Miss Cruz voices that "there'll be days where [I'll] feel like [I'm] out of [my] mind". Miss Darhk puts forward, "Or that the darkness is too much to bear." Mr. Green counters how "it's worth fighting the darkness to discover who [I really am]". Miss Tarazi agrees but quickly pulls me along, adding it won't be just for myself. Mr. Tarazi clarifies, "So, you can create a better world for everyone." He offers me a bag of edible gummies, but his sister bats them away. Charlie, Misses Jiwe and Wu as well as Misters West, Constantine, and Rory are also present. Mr. Snart forewarns that I'll make mistakes. Professor Stein advises there won't be a formula to guide the way. Nor a destiny to surrender to as Miss Saunders says with Mr. Hall silently assenting. Dr. Palmer intimates, "It's not about being perfect. It's about doing what you know is right."

Dr. Heywood denotes, "And having a hell of a good time doing it."

Captain Sharpe affirms, "That's what it means to be alive."

"And to be a Legend," Captain Lance concludes. She extends her hand out to me. "Welcome to the team, Gideon." After I give it a firm shake, I turn to the eclectic group of individuals who've helped shape my humanity. I am one of them no matter what anyone says. I won't forget any of the past members; I will see the current ones soon. I look ahead and boldly step into the light.

I wake up in a barn with my traveling companions in tow. I thank them for saving me. the telepath assures, "Yeah, well, that's what Legends do."

"So what do we do now, captains?"

"Just call us Astra and Spooner, okay," the sorceress recommends me. "And what do you think we should do?"

"I think I'm… hungry? I've never felt that before. So what do you say I get us some pie for the road?" Miss Van Zandt will need to bake a second strawberry rhubarb for the fair.

"You know, I like the way you think." When I ask about the other Legends, I learn that Captains Lance and Sharpe are indeed espoused; a resurrected Mr. Constantine have absconded on his own journey. Additionally, Mr. Rory departed with Kayla and their 48 hatchlings after defeating Bishop and the Zagurons. Astra and Spooner refuse to narrate the whole story for an unknown reason. I suppose I'll have to wait. For now, I opt on having some pie with my friends.