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Previously, on X -Men. Right now, we
have to be strong. For the team. For

mutant still out there who's watching
these images.

Why would we possibly believe a
murdering maniac like you, Trask? He

nothing about Genosha. He didn't say
it'd be a mutant massacre.

Who didn't?

You call him Mr.

Sinister. Help us get the real bad guy.

I have nothing.

Thanks, Joker.

Hulk, what have you done?

That maniac killed Remy and... Terminate
future.

What in the name of all heaven?

You don't need to die.

Trask got him wrong.

Sinister's working for someone else.
Someone works. And if you X -Men don't

him, there won't be much of a future
worth living in.

The villains of old have been failing
since 92 to squash these pests.

You were one of those villains once.

Yet unlike the rest of you, I evolved.

Have you two had a chance to speak?

Apparently, his mutant power includes
vanishing from any room I enter.

He's stubborn.

Wonder where he got it.

Any word why Bishop's not with him?

He told Beast they were separated in the
time stream.

Nathan, a cable, landed in the future,
alone.

I sent Nathan away to give him the best
possible future, and it was so horrible,

he's come back to stop it. Think of it
another way.

Your son came back.

Because he needs his father.

I'm doing a bang -up job.

Ever thought to ask the professor to
show me how he did what he did so well?

Be a father.

Some lessons are taught, Scott.

Others are learned.

His name is Bastion. In my timeline, he
used the fallout from Genosha to get

backing for his Prime Sentinel program.

But that ain't the worst part.

The Prime Sentinels were created using
the same techno -organic virus Sinister

infected me with as a baby, rewriting
the DNA.

If true, his Prime Sentinels would be
living weapons capable of reproducing,

literally giving birth to a new apex
species designed to replace mutants like

humans did Neanderthals. Exactly.

Bastion's evolutionary war lasted 300
years.

So another dystopia where Logan's the
last to die.

No.

A utopia.

Like old pieces of tech, Bastion saved
humanity by upgrading them.

Any mutant who survived was put to work.

Xavier's dream came true.

Mutants ushered in a bright and peaceful
future as its backbone.

Why the heck didn't you stop Genosha?
Take a seat, Logan.

Daddy's own.

I tried it all, over and over.

Each time he attempts to stop the attack
on Genosha, we are temporarily pulled

away from the event.

Strange. The mystics of Kamar -Taj speak
of absolute points.

Events that occur across all timelines.

Cable could travel to the very moment
Genosha fell, but time would stop him.

It was you.

You're why Madeline was happy when
she'd...

How many times?

Enough to give up.

But a rebel in my future got a lead on
one of Bastion's facilities in your

But at least now, here, today, I can
avenge her.

There are too many question marks here.
Like, who exactly is Bastion? Details

are sketchy, but best guess? He's some
type of backup android that Master Mold

uploaded into after you took him down.
We need to do reconnaissance. Figure out

exactly what we're facing.

I know all I need to know. That machine
killed my mother.

We need to make sure he doesn't do the
same to anyone else.

A couple centuries late in the
overprotective dad bit, huh? Both of

it. Look.

And our empire shall welcome a new
emperor, Professor Charles Xavier.

To the might and glory of the Imperium.

This shocking off -world transmission
was released by the U .N., who now fear

the X -Men faked their mentor's death to
garner support for mutants. Even more

alarming are the reports that Xavier's
assassin, Henry Gyrick, was found

murdered in Mexico City today.

It's Bastion.

It's starting.

Bastion's been playing us from the get
-go. It's time to turn the tables and

his twisted plans for the future.

Professor Xavier may bring an alien army
to Earth's doorstep, and who's going to

suffer? All of us. And it's a shame,
because it gives all humans a bad name.

With ten cases of wine, we had to quit
for tonight's charity gala, ma 'am.

Make it 15.

Checks with sloppy signatures still
cash.

I'm hosting a fundraiser here for
Janosha.

Somebody needs to help those poor souls.

The X -Men certainly aren't. We were
trying to keep you people from coming

the professor again.

You people?

Well, thankfully my guests and I don't
believe that a few bad apples spoil the

whole bunch.

You know what?

This party sounds super lame anyway.

Come on, Roberto. You have a trust fund
and I have good taste. I think we both

could use some retail therapy.

You can help her, Miss Gray?

Yes.

And please call me Jean.

Kurt. Hmm.

Madeline preferred her first name, too.

It was hard for her. A telepath who
could not trust her own memories, who

the past as much as the future.

I should have reached out to her. With
the psychic connection we shared, it's

if Madeline's memories are my own.

It's odd. I see her son, and I remember
him kicking inside me.

And Scott listening, and those cravings
for oranges with cottage cheese.

Just like I remember telling my friend
Storm that I wanted him to be born

And then I remember holding him for the
first time, knowing, human or mutant,

he's perfect.

But it's all a lie.

Memories are merely dim images echoing
with emotion.

Does it matter?

If you heard his first cries, if you
remember how it felt to hear them.

But he's Madeline's blood.

I was abandoned by my mother Mystique as
an infant.

Despite our shared blood, I was too blue
for her.

Then, I met Rogue years later.

We could have been enemies or strangers.

Instead, unlike our mother, we chose not
to abandon each other. To let go of the

past. And simply be family.

Blood is blood.

Family is a choice.

Cable Sleeve points to a town called
Harmony outside Pittsburgh.

I'm uploading the coordinates for you
now.

That's where you'll find Bastion. Make
it fast, McCoy. The villagers got their

hands on pitchforks and torches.

Bastion's very own Dr. Mengele.

What's so funny?

I knew Mengele. He could have been so
much more.

But he settled on being a Nazi pup.

I'm using Bastion.

Pig pens brimming with mutant test
subjects.

That's my...

Bastion says you haven't spoken a word
since Genosha.

I

didn't know.

I swear.

I'm sorry.

For everything.

Forgive me.

Curse me. Just please talk to me. You
must have something to say.

Too late for Coco?

And apologies?

Didn't recognize you without your camera
and microphone, Nick Tilby.

No more yellow journalism for me.

Though, the X -Men locking up the lead
suspect behind Genosha in their basement

is a pretty big headline.

A good doctor's been hoisted by his own
petard.

Now a cyborg variant of the very
machines he invented.

How many like him are out there?

We shall know momentarily.

This address doesn't look like any
Sentinel facility I've seen.

June?

This is no Sentinel facility.

This is Bastion's childhood home.

He grew up here.

My son said you'd come get me tomorrow.

You there, the big one.

Help an old woman up.

Please, make yourselves at home while I
pack.

Guess we play along.

He drew these.

Just who is this guy?

I see a child who could hear things.

Not thoughts.

Machines.

You should be the most powerful being
alive.

And the boy's father, a school janitor.

Being infected by something from the
future.

Sentinel technology.

Nimrod.

Creating something new.

Parts past, present, and future.

Sebastian?

Will I ever be normal?

You are normal.

You're my son.

He's descended of every sentinel from
Master Mold to Nimrod.

Mutated. Evolved.

Born.

You should have warned us about Genosha.

Well, I did.

But I also said bully an underdog too
long and people start feeling sorry for

them. Like when our village idiot, Guy
Rick, made a martyr of Xavier and...

But really, guilt.

So I hand humanity Genosha.

Overload their bandwidth.

Too much to compute.

Because when your skin's not in the
game, apathy's your answer.

Do not mistake Doom's collusion as
indifference to flagrant war crimes.

Next time I'll send memos.

But right now we press on with the
rollout.

You're sentinel.

Noted. And already handled. We also
request Dr.

Cooper stay with you to ensure those
memos go out.

Nifty. I'll even throw in a tour.

The literary velour aside, Genosha's not
genocide.

It's time management.

In a hundred years, mutants outnumber
humans ten to one. And generations

human extinction.

It's like this scary ozone stuff in the
news. Act today to save tomorrow.

Enter Operation Zero Tolerance.

Trask, Sentinels, well, they're too
blunt.

Mutants spot them a mile away. We need
something deadly but discreet.

Before today, this fellow was your
average Joe.

With all this mutant loving, people like
Joe turn to dial -up chat rooms to

speak freely, to connect.

Builders lay off a dozen workers and
hire one mutant with the strength of ten

men. What's a taxi driver supposed to do
when a teleporter gets you there in a

blink? The human community is scared.

Of course they are. They've been told
over and over that the future is leaving

them behind. But I invite them to be
relevant again.

Do these people even know what you're
doing to them? I admit the more

details, but they know they're joining
something.

far greater than themselves.

After this, they wake up in their daily
lives with no memory of ever being here.

Then, who knows, maybe a mutant flirts
with one of them at a local dive bar

and... You said you were building a new
Sentinel, not weaponizing civilians.

You sound like a dinosaur fretting the
fate of an asteroid before impact.

I'm more concerned you're the asteroid,
Bastion.

Do you have children?

He was a hard pregnancy, Sebastian.

Nearly lost him.

It's important to cherish every second
with your child.

They grow up so fast.

Here, let me show you his best one.

Painted it when he was 15.

The final dream, he called it.

Like all good art.

Immortal life.

Dude, we gotta give my mom time.

This is all new to her.

While you give her time, you're giving
me this new outfit.

Thoughts? Actually, save them. Love it.

Gerald Ford, a little privacy?

I've recalibrated Cerebro to scan for
cyborg brain frequencies like Trask's.

Would they know they're sentinels?

Trask didn't. Not at first.

Oh, my stars and garters.

We must warn the king.

Don't.

Oil hits a pry.

He's artistic, my creator.

But you see it too. Takes a mutation to
beat one.

Heartbreaking, realizing you're no
longer Mother Nature's favorite.

All those years telling us to face the
future. Your future.

But now.

Surrender mutants.

I gotta talk to Hank about his taste in
women.

Table,

any of those nifty grenades of yours?

Yeah, might need a few more.

Turn his entire hometown into... Nathan!
Gene! Run!

Did your butler just turn into a
sentinel zombie?

It totally doesn't move!

We don't die!

Patsy, a clip to the Junkyard Tin Woman.

Filthy Neanderthal.

Why resist the inevitable?

Lady, I got six reasons why.

No, mein Freund.

Nein!

He might get them away from home.

I know.

I've been practicing in the danger room.
I wanted to surprise you.

Still figuring out during.

Come on, use the seatbelt.

Not doing this again.

Nathan, get in the back.

Quit bossing me around.

I'm going to kill you. This is the third
Blackbird in this many months.

have a fourth.

Watch out!

They're boxing us in.

Time taught me anything when you can't
go back.

Wow forward!

Okay. Let's go these toasters while you
don't screw with the summers.

My son, do what the men say.

You did it.

You saved the world.

That human wretch who let Magneto out,
she's lost her mind.

Of course she did. Still, too little,
too late.

You just had to let the dog out.

Do you understand the futility of your
bleeding heart? Of fighting the future?

You're a monster.

I was born that way.

You know, in Genosha, I felt a lot of
things.

Pain, grief, admiration for those who
fought despite the odds.

But you know what the oddest thing was?

No one seemed shocked or surprised.

Not even me. Yes, I'm scared, but
really, I just had the most profound

deja vu.

And if past, present, and future didn't
matter, I never had.

Because we always end up in the same
ugly place.

Thing is, Magneto knows us better than
Charles ever did.

Knows we know better.

That most of us experience tragedies
like Genosha as a bit of deja vu before

getting on with our day.

But the scariest thing about Genosha
wasn't the death or the chaos.

It was a thought.

The only sane thought you can have when
being chased by giant robots that were

built to crush you.

Magneto was right.

Magneto actually did it. What?

Saved our hides?

No.

Declared war.

Where's the professor when you need him?

I hope that I'm not too late.

To me, my X -Men.