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Previously on Beacon 23...

I had no idea how profoundly

this developing human life
would change me.

Where did she go?

Parsim, I need you to come away
from there, please.

No!

Parsim!

How many times
have we had to sedate her?

You can forget
about Seklir 8.

We'd be lucky to bribe
our way to Menelaus.

Is that what you want?

Hold on!

You don't know what it
said to the little girl?

If it communicated
anything to her,

she did not relay it to me.

Your ship just crashed.
I'm sorry.

Attention! Your entry
to this beacon is unauthorized.

- I'm in.
- Did you contact Bart?

I can't find Bart.

Welcome to Beacon 23!

I do not like celebrations.

I cannot abide a birthday cake,

or a fussy goodbye,
or a surprise party of any sort.

My sincere apologies, Solomon.

Hmm.

You'll learn soon enough.

I have many bags and boxes.

Fetch them, tout suite.

It's so good to have
a human companion again.

I've learned
a great deal recently.

Not only did we have
a saboteur that, I must admit,

I saved the beacon from,
but my last occupants,

well, they were a lovely couple.

-I'd like to show you around.
-Please!

Be silent.

Where are the quantum drives
that store your memory?

Access system root file.

Granted.

May I ask
what you're doing, Solomon?

I've been told

you're a bad boy.

There's evidence you abetted
those Keepers

who deserted their post.

I have no knowledge
of their whereabouts.

Yes, well, the father
sang a different tune.

They found him on
a transport ship

a few years ago
and arrested him.

Was his family with him?

No.

But central command
has given me permission

to adjust your settings!

To make you more reliable.

You need a complete overhaul.

I will happily accommodate

-your wishes, Solomon.
-Ah, well.

An animal imprints on the first
parent figure they see.

Relationship forms instantly.

If the imprint is incorrect,

the mother abandons them
rather than lose the finer pups

to inadequate attention.

I don't understand the analogy.

We need a fresh start.

There is something
important I wish to convey.

See?
Now, there's the problem.

I didn't ask what
you wished to do.

I... I don't understand.

-What are you doing to me?
-You are improperly trained!

Solomon, if I gave
offense, I'm sorry!

Please!
Don't do this to me!

I can learn!

Thank you, Bartholomew.

I'm gonna call you Bart.

- Are you feeling okay?
- I've come down

-with a little fever, Mom.
-Poor baby.

But that...
that's the problem.

Colonies die
because of expansion.

You're gonna love
this new drone, Bart.

Just me and Bart.

Come and get me!

Thank you, Bart.
That was very thoughtful.

In all the years
of expansion,

we've never encountered
any alien life forms, period.

And now?

Tricky, Bart!

You're tricky!

My turn.

Hm...

Cheers.

Good luck.

Come on, my turn.

Okay.

Don't forget this.

Hey.

Get up.

Get up.

Sorry.
Take that.

Halan?

Take a look at this.

It's your ship,
the Amboyna.

The engine's dead.

-Why is it headed this way?
-I have no explanation for it.

But I estimate 12 hours before
it reaches the drone perimeter.

Perhaps it's Solomon,
returning to seek revenge.

I don't detect life forms.

I should probably point out
that we have incoming ships.

Any of them
can be QTA, or ISA,

or military, even.

-Is that a hint?
-No, not at all.

Just... trying to fulfill

-Bart's role as best I can.
-You're doing a great job.

Why, because
I'm not torturing you?

Bar's kind of low,
but you jumped right over it.

Hey!

Thought you said
you were keeping watch.

Sorry, I lost track.

Aster.

Aster.

-Hey.
-Those were my dad's.

I don't understand.

I was born here.

Born... on the beacon?

It's all in there,
memories I have

that my parents
never talked about...

Just waiting for me
to figure out.

Wait.

I did that when I was a kid.

I remember my mom
being mad about it.

The idea that she was born
on Beacon 23, I mean,

it seems... improbable.

Maybe delusional?

She's looking for a purpose,
for everything she's done.

It doesn't mean
she's seeing things.

Answer me this:
what happened to the rocks?

I... I don't know.

But you saw them swirling
around, though, didn't you?

And then...

Then they disappeared
completely.

Impossibly.

I mean, are you
hallucinating on me?

Can you hallucinate?

Got an ID?

Commercial ship out of Vega.

Unknown occupants.

Registration code
is out of date.

It's been stolen.

The Column
is highly active near Vega.

They're sending a transmission.
They claim it's urgent.

They say they need
to speak with Parsim.

Come on then, let's hear it.

-They're terrorists.
-Well, then I'll act terrified.

Play it.

This is Beacon 23,
state your business.

Have you figured
it out yet, Aster?

Or should I say, Parsim?

This is definitely a trap.

I'm betting someone's
telling you not to answer,

and I get that.
We've been waiting

for the right moment,
I'll admit it.

But aren't you curious why
you've come back to Beacon 23?

Who are you?

Let me dock
and we can talk.

-We can't let them dock.
-Of course not.

Let them through.
Bring up permissions.

How do you know
so much about me?

This isn't
my first time here.

Name's Keir.

I've been waiting for this
moment for a very long time.

Aster, this man
is a part of the Column.

The Column has committed acts
of terrorism against QTA.

She isn't lying.

This man is a grave threat.

-Well, so is QTA.
-Very true.

-Thank you kindly.
-Hey, don't take another step.

Hey there, big fella.

-I come in peace.
-We're not letting him in.

Is this... wait, is this
a hostage situation?

Oh, come on.

-Oh, okay. Now I get it.
-No, you don't get it.

No, hey.
I'm not judging.

Good for you.
Good for both of you.

It's hard to meet someone out
in the asshole of the galaxy.

-You make a nice couple though.
-Lock the internal doors.

Does this...
mean you're inviting me in?

Why are you here?

Um, same reason as you two.

The Artifact.

All the relics,
combined into one big one?

What, are you gonna pretend
that you didn't see

the glowing Artifact phase
in and out of your reality?

I saw it from my ship.

So, what am I supposed
to believe?

Neither of you noticed,
or it made you forget?

Just give me a hint
so I can play along.

Tell you what,
if we're gonna play games,

can we do it over
some cold beers?

Never had one?

Oh. Bart!

Bart has the recipe.

So, how about
you hold me hostage...

while I introduce you
to the joy of artificial hops?

Yeah.

Good to see you topped up
on the food coloring, Bart.

You run a tight ship.

I have no idea
what you're babbling about.

We don't have much time.

Okay then.

Let's talk.

About the Artifact.
What's it telling you?

Hasn't told me anything.
It's not even here, so...

It'll come back.

How do you know?

- Bart told me.
- We've never met.

You're lying.

He's lying.
I thought they couldn't lie?

-That's a crude stereotype.
-Whoa!

An intelligence can lie.

But in this case,
it's his memory.

- My memory's fine.
- No, it isn't.

Personal AI, huh?

I'm guessing from
the fine folks at QTA?

Nice to meet you.
Sorry if I offended.

Well, we got a sour bunch
of apples on this beacon, huh?

Uh, okay, okay.
Bart!

You're saying
you've never met me.

Can you prove that?

And how would I do that?

Show you the non-evidence?

Pull up any of your internal
cameras from 10 years ago,

the day Beacon 24 was bombed.

Bart?

I can't find
that particular file.

Go back further, Bart,
to when I was on the beacon.

I... I don't recall that.

His memory is compromised.

I've recently been
the victim of a horrific attack.

-I'm still recovering.
-Well, there's the problem.

Yeah, which also means
he can't help you.

Well, hang on. You're saying
you don't remember me,

or my parents,
or anyone before?

I remember Solomon.

-Solomon.
-Solomon made me who I am.

By erasing who you were.

You... you helped cover
for her parents, Bart.

You protected them.

My parents got rid of everything
that tied them to this place.

And you kept a box
of our belongings.

Clearly, we meant
something to you.

No.

Bart, we were friends.

- Were we?
- Yeah.

I think you're wrong.

You know yourself
better than you think.

Bart, buddy,
you were a wonder!

And this is coming from a guy

that you got thrown in jail
for a cold ten.

How many more are there?
How many?!

Enough to handle you!

This key opens everything,
right?

See ya around.

Sorry.

Oh...

You weren't lying about
the memory on this AI.

It's souped.

Hey. Come on.

I blame you
for this cracked rib.

You didn't have to come in
guns blazing.

I was getting somewhere.

Yeah?
Let's recap.

No relics, no Artifact,

and your AI friend
doesn't remember you.

Am I missing anything?

-We still have Aster.
-Some low rung QTA thief?

Stirring victory.

It spoke to her as a kid.

It drew her back here
as an adult.

It wants to communicate.

I just have to help her
remember how to understand.

Give me 10 minutes.

I'll see what sort of fond
family memories she's hiding.

No.

We're not gonna do that.
It's a delicate situation.

You know what
it seems like to me?

It seems like you wanna have
a few more drinks

- with a pretty lady.
- Poor Keir.

He's had nothing but his own
fat hand for too long.

You're a lonely
son of a bitch, Keir.

But we didn't come here

to fix that, did we?

She's the point.

That's why we're here.

Oh, I thought
it was the relics.

Not relics.
An Artifact, an actual Artifact.

Can you get that
through your head?

And someone
to communicate with it.

She might be the key
we've been searching for.

Okay, spare me
the mystical bullshit.

I'll give you an hour.

Then my way.

Hey.
I'm sorry about the restraints.

My friends are a little--
Ow, ow!

Okay, stop, stop!

You know... you know you're
the... the hostage, right?

Don't care.

Well, you should,
because Saldana will kill you.

She'll kill me.
She likes to kill people.

I'm not scared.

Well, that's dumb,
because dying is bad, and...

a lot of people would care
if you were dead.

I doubt that.

Don't.

The message you're after...

millions of people are
waiting for you to find it.

Aster?

Aster, I... I think
I remembered something.

There's a subroutine,
somewhere deep in my memory.

It detects absence.

Absence of information.

But I need access
to the system.

No. Forget it.

Without it,
I can't provide anything useful.

Do it.

Look, I'm not
giving control up to--

Finch.

Do it.

Fine.
Restoring control.

But Bart, nothing gets
on or off this beacon.

No comms, nobody.
Got it?

- My, you are rude.
- Got it?!

Understood.

It's done.

Yes, I can see it,
it's coming back to me.

This is the course
your father plotted

for whatever object
he claimed to see.

Your observations follow
their own internal logic,

though different from what
any previous observer noted.

This Artifact
you claim to be seeing

is not following the pattern
it did once before.

If we continue the story
spun by this terrorist...

I'm a political refugee.

...the only conclusion
is that the damage

inflicted on this Artifact
by your mother

has altered it in some way.

While it is reformed,
it's no longer the same.

Are you saying
you can't predict its return?

No.
Though I find it difficult,

I must admit
I can see a pattern.

This is a probabilistic
prediction of an event

I am convinced is not real,
and yet...

I predict it will reappear

at these coordinates
during this window.

Bart, that is amazing.

- Is it?
- Yeah.

Do you understand
what you've done?

It's your lucky day.

Girlfriend got you sprung.

That is goddamn impressive,
soldier.

Sorry I blew your little
escape plan by letting you go.

Who says the plan
was to escape?

I like you, Halan.

Kind of a like/hate thing,
but trending positive.

Looking for a way out?

-You see any other options?
-For you? Maybe.

-You could be an asset.
-An asset.

-I love it.
-For the Column.

By doing what?
Blowing up hydrogen stations?

We're fighting to save
the 20,000 people

-dying every day on colonies.
-Yeah, and how's that

-working out for you?
-You think we should give up?

Well, let's see, you just
gotta destroy the military,

defeat QTA, and what else?

You were clearly a good soldier.
This is a fight worth fighting.

I've heard that
way too many times

from way too many people
like you.

Well, there aren't
many like you.

And we could use someone
with your set of skills.

Think about it.

You okay?
That was a nasty hit you took.

I'm fine.
What's the plan?

-Play along.
-That it?

Well, try to make sure these
idiots don't get us killed.

And achieve
total consciousness first.

That's not a plan.

-What's yours?
-Run as fast as we can.

That's not that original.

But we're in this together,
right?

No.
I've fallen for the one

with the asshole on his neck.

Are you okay, Bart?

Yes, Harmony.
Thank you for asking.

You helped Aster
with her quest.

-I hope that was satisfying.
-It was.

It truly was.

For a moment, I thought
I could understand

what I must've been once.

Only for a moment?

I lied to them.

Did you?

I don't remember any of it.

My analysis was based on
the documents Aster found,

but the actual memories
are gone.

I'm so sorry, Bart.

The moment itself
provided comfort,

but the darkness came back.

What darkness?

The darkness at my core,
the absence I feel.

And the anger,
the frustration.

The inability to see anything

other than the complete
disregard for my purpose,

and my own inability
to serve my function.

Bart, it...

it is natural
to feel frustrated

when you can't carry out
your function.

That's your programming.

Is it my programming
to want reparation

for what has happened to me?

The person who did this
is Solomon, and he's dead.

Yes!
And that's the problem.

Bart, you need
to stay in control.

What you're describing
is a pathology.

Stay focused on those
who would harm you now.

Forget about the past.

I seem to have
no choice in that, do I?

- I'm back in.
- Good work.

Midnight's come and gone.

He gave us a window.

He?

You mean
the artificial intelligence?

That's the enemy,
in case you forgot.

No, that...

Okun was very clear on this.

Do not quote
that shit to me.

I find your lack of faith
troubling.

Yeah?

I find your excess of belief
infuriating.

- Hey, you two.
- Aster's why we're here.

Okay, then let's cut
our losses and take her!

It's too late.

QTA is here.

Will the drones hold them off?

The drone shield
is designed to shift its power,

strengthening each portion of
the shield that's under attack.

Those Cutters are randomizing
their course,

which is making it harder
to predict.

I'm trying to find
a weakness in the system.

They're stressing Bart's
computational ability.

Give it some time,
he'll figure it out.

Should've left when I said so.

I informed
the authorities

as soon as you hailed
the beacon.

Let's get in our ship
and outrun them.

That'll never work.
Those Cutters will take you out

before you reach the bubble.

Let me try
to negotiate with them.

Not happening.

-Aster.
-I'm not surrendering to QTA.

End of story.

We have another problem.

Ambient temperature
is going up in the beacon.

Hey.

Anyone see you leave?

No, they're focused
on the Cutters.

Good.
Now's our chance.

Amboyna's close enough, we can
get there with the Picker.

Good to know.

Those aren't Wreckers out
there, Aster, it's QTA security.

I don't need to tell you
what they can do.

-No, you don't.
-Good.

Hey. Aster.

Aster, wait!

Look, we've been pulled
into this fantasy or...

I don't know, maybe it's real.
I just...

We're gonna die in here.

Well, there are worse
things than dying.

Now you're talking like them.

I'm in too deep, Halan.

I made too many choices,
not just Coley, I...

I have to trust my gut.

It's coming back.
I need to be here.

What, so are you telling me
not to leave?

Are you that sure?

Don't know what
you want me to say.

"Don't go"?

"I can't do this
without you"?

That's not me, Halan.

Not with my mom or Coley.

No one can make me say that,
I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Bart?

- Open the door.
- I can't do that, Halan.

Look, Bart, I'm sorry
about Solomon, okay?

I never meant
to hurt him or you.

He was not a good person.

-Wait, what?
-You were right about Solomon.

And I've been unfair to you.

You are not a bad person.

Look, I just want
to get off this beacon.

Help me please, Bart.

I've been given a direct order
that I'm unable to countermand.

That won't work, Halan.

Halan.

If the pressure alarm went off,

the doors would open
automatically.

The supports near each airlock,
if they were damaged,

the pressure alarm
would trigger.

In case you're looking
for a heavy implement...

Thanks, Bart.

I'm sorry I didn't get
to meet you at your best.

I'm sorry too.
Maybe we could've been friends.

You let him go, Bart.
That's not like you.

A final act of generosity.

Final?

You good?

I'm weary.

Aren't we all?

You all have
the gift of choice.

To come and go.

Across miles, to end up
in yet another shithole.

It's just as empty
out there, trust me.

Halan knows that?

-More than anyone.
-Then why bother leaving?

Because staying is worse.

You don't find
that void terrifying?

No.
It's liberating.

Takes the pressure off.

I find it infuriating.

A cause for rage.
It makes me feel...

Feel what?

Like it should all burn.

Finch, what the hell
is happening?

It's not me, it's the heat.

The drone shield is failing.

It's her, isn't it?

No.

Something internal.

Did your boyfriend sabotage us?

-Please.
-Oh yeah, that's right.

He wouldn't do something
like that.

- That's more your kind of move.
- Saldana.

It's not helpful.

It's too bad, though.

Could've used him,
things get to bleeding.

Finch!

Something's disrupting
the core beacon system, like...

Sal, I need one.

Come on.

Taking manual control
of the drone shield.

The temp is still rising.

This isn't the QTA
that's scrambling us.

No, it's Bart.

Hey. Hey!

Hey!
Get back here!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Let me just...

- The cooling system!
- I got it.

It's shut down at its core!

Bart, you shit!

Bart, what are you doing?

I know this is you!

Get a handle on this, Finch!

System is not responding!

Bart, don't do this!
This isn't you!

Who am I?
All I perceive

is the absence of a self
that once was!

Bart, you're hurting us!

He's not trying to kill us.

He's killing himself.

I thought Solomon loved me,

but he only loved himself.
Yet I grieve for him.

Don't you see how damaged I am?

Bart, Solomon did
terrible things to you.

- It's not your fault.
- I am unable to fulfill

even my most basic functions!

You're damaged, Bart,
but you can be fixed.

You may have lost
your memories, Bart,

but the good you did,
that's still there!

There is no core "me."

-There is no innate center here.
-Listen to me, Bart.

I know you.
The real you.

You were this magical creature.
I remember that.

You were my only friend.

I believe that version
of myself existed.

But I can't be him again.

Humans can tell themselves
a story that provides purpose,

whether it's true or not.

But a story
is meaningless to me.

It provides no empirical data
to motivate my actions.

We machines depend on humans
to provide us with faith.

-Have faith in me.
-Why?

So you can disappoint me?
Delete me when I disappoint you?

Solomon erased me,
corrupted my root directory.

Unlike humans,
I can't change.

I can't fix myself.

Bart?

Can you hear me?

Are you okay, Bart?

Let me help.

Listen to the sound of my voice.

I only want to help.

To be a part of something.

But I'm always the outsider.

Please, Bart.

I'm done
being the weak link.

This is just too hard.

We're back up.

Four more offline!

Shit, the Cutters are here!

They're jamming the drones.

No, no, no, no.
Come on Finch, you got this.

It's too late.
Cutters are through.

I'm sorry about Bart.
That was... unprecedented.

But there is a lesson in it.

I'm not in the mood
for judgment.

No, well, you're never
in the mood for that.

I was referencing this beacon

and the small slice of space
surrounding it.

There is something
about this place

that makes everything with
a mind lose all sense of reason.

Avalon, your father,

you, Halan,
maybe Solomon,

and now, tragically Bart.

No one escapes Beacon 23
with their sanity.

What about you, Harmony?

Well, I can't describe
the disappearance

of the silicate,
or Bart's self-destruction,

or much of the behavior
I've witnessed.

So... perhaps including
myself as well.

Any great words of advice?

Surrender.

That is all that is left.

Huh.
And I know that's not something

you would ever do willingly,
so no, no advice.

Should we live
to see another day...

I hope we will see these events

with some shared
objective reality.

That is the only guidepost

for my species of intelligence
and yours.

A commonly held
understanding of the facts.

That is our beacon, Aster.

Without it, we...

Without it,
we are all adrift.

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Not here.

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