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60 minutes is all it took

for the Ancients to bring humanity

to the brink of extinction.

Those who survived mobilized their settlements

to begin life anew upon a poisoned Earth.

In the hunt for food and fuel, the weak perished,

and the strong grew ever more powerful.

Until a new age arose,

the Age of the Great Predator Cities of the West.

Two.

Vestin Al-Ga Gustanee.

Osh alga. Aye. Osh alga.

Osh alga kasht du mara Khazak.

Predator! Predator city!

Six miles and closing!

Leave it behind! Let's go!

Leaving!

Hurry! Fire up the engines!

Move it, Dietrich! Fire them up!

Crank all engines.

Come on! Come on! Engine one is down!

Switch to auxiliaries.

Hurry! Hurry!

Start them up! Full throttle!

Yew sahk!

Full power.

London!

Five, six...

Lord Mayor on deck.

Lord Mayor. Mr. Valentine.

What have we got? Small Bavarian mining town,

powered by C-20 land engines.

Usual store of brick, coal and iron.

And 75 tons of salt.

Barely enough fuel to last us a week.

We've left the safety of Britain,

we've crossed the land bridge, for what?

To feed upon the scraps of Europe.

Run it down. Aye, aye, sir.

They're gaining on us.

Empty the silos.

All of them.

Do it!

Get down there!

It's madness out there.

You'd think they've never seen a chase before.

Well, it has been a while, sir.

Morning, Clytie. Morning, Dr. Pomeroy.

The news is not good from the Hall of Ceramics.

I'm afraid we've suffered some casualties.

Damn these bloody vibrations.

Oh. Steady on, Arkie.

No, no, no, no, d-don't worry about me.

We're about to lose our American deities.

Excuse me, Dr. Pomeroy?

Good morning, Miss Valentine.

I've been waiting outside the Manuscripts Room

for quite some time.

Your 9:00?

I do apologize.

This is not good enough.

Where the hell is Tom?

Coming through! London! London!

Watch yourself!

Whoa! Watch it!

Whoa!

Sorry. Sorry.

London! London! London!

Give me everything you have.

They're heading for the foothills.

Stay on course. Sir?

Stay on course.

Take the shot.

Incoming!

Yes! Yes!

Well done, everyone.

Prepare to ingest. Aye, aye, sir.

Ah, Mr. Natsworthy. Nice of you to join us.

I'm so sorry I'm late, sir.

You look nice. Have you had a haircut?

I don't want to hear it, Tom. Is that new cologne?

You're already on your third warning.

This is your last.

Citizens of Salzhaken,

welcome to London.

Bring only your personal possessions with you.

Old tech is to be deposited in the bins provided.

Citizens of Salzhaken, welcome to London.

All right, then. Follow me.

So, you're studying the end of the Ancients?

What I really need are firsthand accounts

of the Sixty Minute War.

Journals, books, personal papers.

Very few written records survived during that period.

It may very well be they forgot

how to read and write altogether.

But if it's the Sixty Minute War you're after,

follow me.

Just give us a minute.

Strange to think this is what it looked like.

21st century? Yep.

It's so different.

Yeah, well, that's what happens when the Earth's crust

gets shattered into a thousand pieces.

Check this out.

Did you make this? Yeah.

Bits of old scrap tech I found.

The power system was a little bit tricky, but luckily,

I got my man Matthew there limbered up and ready to go.

This is what I wanted to show you.

It's a quantum energy weapon.

There were dozens of them all over the globe.

My God.

They called it Medusa.

How can a society so advanced, so scientific, be so stupid?

Well, no more stupid than people today.

They just had far worse weapons

and far more sophisticated control systems.

What a nightmare.

Well, the Ancients felt the same way.

That's why they created this little fella.

A crash drive to shut down the weapon.

Doesn't this stuff creep you out?

Let me tell you something.

We come across dangerous tech

that's in way better condition than this junk all the time.

Now, I've noticed that pieces have started to go missing.

I notified my boss, who notified his boss,

and of course nothing happened,

so I decided to take a few precautions of my own.

All of it is viable weapons-grade tech.

God help us. The next time we cross

the marshlands, I'm tossing the entire bloody lot

over the side.

Just let it sink to the bottom of a swamp

where no one will ever find it.

Miss Valentine. You should have told me you were coming.

I would have laid something on for you.

Hello, Herbert.

What are you still doing here, Natsworthy?

You're on gut duty.

No, I'm assisting Miss Valentine.

Not anymore.

You've been demoted. What?

Uh, by who? By me.

You're just a skivvy from the lower tiers

with no family and no prospects.

If those dim-witted spanner-heads

beat you to the bins again,

you'll be back to cleaning the bogs.

Chop-chop.

Well, it's been lovely chatting.

I have to go.

It's rush hour. He'll never make it.

Wait! Tom!

Tom, wait!

I can get you down there. You what?

I can get you down there.

Citizens of Salzhaken,

welcome to London.

Bring only your

personal possessions with you.

Old tech is to be deposited in the bins provided.

Uh...

Okay. Hey.

Excuse me. Sorry.

I'm with her.

I don't know, I'm with her.

Come on through. Really?

On you go.

Sorry about that.

And that's it? We're through?

Just like that.

Stay in your allocated line.

Possession of any form of weapon is strictly prohibited.

Hold up, hold up. What's this, then?

We'll have that. Incomers failing to follow instructions

will be detained.

So, what's the rush?

Well, got to get down there

and go through all the artifacts taken off the catch.

And anything of historical importance goes to the museum.

But if I'm late, the gut workers

shovel everything into the furnaces.

All they care about is feeding the beast.

...failing to follow instructions

will be detained. No, no weapons allowed.

You cannot treat us like this! You stupid? No weapons.

...must be presented for inspection.

Be aware, children may be

temporarily separated from parents.

Nether Borough Station.

Disembark here for Digestion Yards,

Incomer Processing and Main Engine Rooms.

Mind the drop.

They still haven't caught her?

Who, Anna Fang?

Yeah.

Bloody Anti-Tractionist.

Should be locked up, in my opinion.

Next one. Move it.

What about you, eh? What are you hiding?

Yeah, all right. Go through.

Next.

You there. Incomers failing

to follow instructions will be detained.

All belongings must be presented for inspection.

We're the enemy.

Anti-Tractionists loathe everything we stand for.

Yeah, what, like progress?

But it's not progress, not to them.

To them, our way of life is unsustainable.

They see Tractionism as a... Oh, oh!

Careful.

Oh, Bevis, mate.

Your tools are all over the floor.

I'm so sorry.

You all right, Tom?

On bins again? Yeah.

What are you doing down here? Waste chute maintenance.

I got it. Just leave it.

I really am sorry. I didn't see you.

Why would you?

Bevis, this is Katherine...

Yeah, I know who she is. Catch you later.

No, no, no, you don't!

Stop! Oh, no, no, no.

Stop! Stop!

That is a Sunbeam TA200.

That's a classic Radiant Control

double-slice toaster with automatic bread ejection.

All right? We have to...

And you've lost the knob.

Oh, for Quirke's sake.

Someone knows their small appliances.

Here.

Very, very nice.

I've dug up a few of these in my time,

but none as good as this.

Couple of small dents, a little bit of tarnishing.

Springs gone, but they always are.

Yeah, well...

That is far better than anything

in the museum's current collection.

Well done.

That's high praise coming from you, sir.

You know, I-I just want to say, I-I've read all your books.

Oh, don't encourage him. I...

His head's quite big enough.

Hi, Dad.

Kate, what are you doing here?

I thought you were going to the museum. I did.

That's where I bumped into Tom.

Tom.

Tom Natsworthy, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

I knew your parents.

They were lovely people.

First-class historians, both. Excuse me.

I thought you had plans to be an aviator.

Oh, yeah, I was, but then I gave it all up.

I mean, history's more my thing, sir.

I'm surprised they called you

down here for such a small catch.

Don't underestimate what's buried

out there in the salt flats.

These... these mining towns have a way

of digging up really interesting...

...old tech.

No way. What is that?

That is a fusion inverter cell.

Incredibly rare and really dangerous.

And you know the Guild of Engineers nicked all the ones

we had in store at the museum just a few months ago?

Pomeroy was furious.

Well, they won't get their hands on this one.

I'll make sure it's disposed of properly.

Engineers, eh? They think they run the place.

They don't know what they're playing with.

Fire. Sorry?

They're playing with fire.

I said get your hands off!

Never!

Oi!

What's going on?

Take this gentleman to the medics.

I want that man on a charge.

Move it.

That should never have happened; You all deserve

to be treated with dignity and respect.

You will be given food,

shelter and employment.

A chance to build a future,

make a new life.

Hey! Watch out!

Valentine.

This is for my mother.

This is for Pandora Shaw.

Dad!

No!

There! Come on.

Down here! Hey, you!

No! Stop her!

Hey, come back here! Stop!

Get out of the way!

Dad!

Stay here.

No! No!

Wait!

Come on!

Come on!

No!

I've got you.

Let go of me!

Tom!

Tom?

Look at me. Look at me.

This is what he does when you get in his way.

Ask him why he murdered my mother.

Ask him about Hester Shaw.

No. No!

I-I tried. I-I tried to stop her.

It's not your fault.

She was saying the craziest things,

and then she just... What did she say?

You-you need a doctor. No, no.

What did she say, Tom?

She said you murdered her mother.

Murder?

That's an ugly word.

I'm sorry you had to hear that.

Yeah.

Well, I should go.

Yeah, you should.

Dad!

Dad.

It's all right. It's all right. I'm okay. I'll be okay.

I'll be okay.

Kate, I'm sorry. There was nothing I could do.

What do you mean?

They were fighting, Tom and the girl.

The railing broke.

Coming through!

I'm sorry about Tom.

I really am.

We have airships out there looking.

If he's alive, we'll find him.

What is it? The girl.

Who was she?

Honestly, I don't know.

Been wondering about that myself.

She knew you.

I've never seen her in my life before.

I thought maybe she was an Anti-Tractionist.

God knows they hate us enough.

I know you want to believe

that Traction Cities and static settlements

can live together in peace, but it'll never happen.

You don't know that. Then why do they hide

behind the Shield Wall, hoarding their resources?

They mean to see us starve out here, Kate.

Never underestimate their will to destroy us.

There will never be peace with Shan Guo.

This is ruined. I'll get rid of it.

Ow, my head.

What?

Wait.

What's going on?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on, hang on.

You see, you-you can't just leave me here.

You shouldn't have followed me.

I didn't follow you.

I fell.

He pushed me.

Hey.

Wait.

Oh, for Quirke's sake.

Oi.

I'm talking to you.

Hello?

What am I supposed to do, eh?

Where am I supposed to go?

I need to get back on London. Six months!

Just take it easy. Six months it took me to get on that city.

I had one shot at Valentine, and you ruined it.

Okay. All right. All right.

I have money.

No, you don't.

Please.

Please help me get back on London.

Help me find a trading town. You'll never see me again.

We're running low on food, fuel, basic resources.

We can't survive out here much longer.

We should never have gone into Europe.

Biggest mistake we ever made.

Well, we have other options.

Ah, yes. Your long-awaited energy project.

It'll work. I've heard that before.

I just need a little more time.

Always so sure of yourself.

Thaddeus Valentine, the great archaeologist.

Man of the people.

One of the reasons I took you in,

why I allowed an outsider from nowhere

to have power above his station.

But my patience is wearing thin.

I raised you up.

I can tear you down.

How can you stand him?

He's afraid.

He's trying to hang on to a way of life

that doesn't exist anymore.

Municipal Darwinism.

It's a dying system.

Prey has all but gone.

Soon, there'll be nothing left.

I'm trying to build this city a future,

but Crome's stuck in the past.

Where are you going?

Dad, you can't go to work.

I'm fine, Kate.

You're not fine. You're injured.

You need to rest.

I've spent 15 years developing this power system.

I'm not having Magnus Crome or Hester Shaw stop me now.

Who's Hester Shaw?

No one.

No one you know.

Could you slow down, please?

You want to find a trading town?

Keep moving.

My feet hurt. Get used to it.

That's what I like about you.

Your boundless sense of empathy.

What did you say? Nothing. I...

You're right. Look, I-I talk too much.

Especially when I'm nervous.

But I'm not gonna talk anymore.

Zipped.