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We were once mankind.

We were humanity.

And now...

We're no more than pests.

Vermin.

They came here to exterminate us.

They took our history and culture.

They covered our landworks in dying humanity.

The wail of the dying carried for miles.

They're building some kind of breeding facility

for those that survive.

People that have defected say it's worse than Hell,

humans becoming some kind of surrogate incubators

for the alien young.

They killed us in waves when they first arrived.

They built these megastructures that spew methane,

manufacturing their atmosphere.

They've sown their crops,

snuffing out our plant life,

raising the global temperature, causing our cities to flood.

They waged war on Earth.

They set fire to our forests.

It's already hard to breathe...

impossible to breathe if you are close to the stacks.

Rats...

insects...

humans...

they hack into our psyche,

into our minds,

paralyzing us,

taking control of the cerebrum and the limbic system,

rendering us slaves.

We've been able to design a brain barrier

that protects us from their influence.

They know we can't produce enough of these for everyone,

that it's just a matter of time

before the entire planet is theirs...

but we're survivors.

Scrounging enough to eat...

gathering enough morale to fight.

I wonder if deep down,

each person knows we're already dead.

I wonder if only one, sick, primordial instinct

keeps marching us forward aimlessly.

Every rational thought tells us it's over.

Every vile, deceptive, chemical emotion

tells us it isn't.

We are sold a different story by our politicians.

Come with us!

Do not be afraid!

They want what's best for us!

Come on.

They have built a conservatory for us!

Paradise!

Put down your guns!

There it is.

Come on, freaky-faced fuck. Come on.

Come with us!

Do not be afraid!

They have built a conservatory!

Come with us, friends!

Come on, come on, come on.

...paradise!

I'll go to the new conservatory.

Take me with you, please.

There it is. There it is.

Every once in a while, something goes our way.

Just one in a thousand.

Just enough to keep fighting.

A glimmer of hope.

People will pay for this.

They always do.

Even for small victories,

it would seem that everything was lost.

Humanity would soon cease to exist.

Until they arrived,

like angels carried on the rays of the Aurora Borealis.

Like a biblical salvation.

The new world altered everyone.

Adapt or die, it was as simple as that.

In the old world, Nosh would have been locked up.

A pyromaniac, a bomb-maker...

but here, he not only survived, he thrived.

Nosh could make just about anything out of scavenged junk.

Bombs, brain locks... anything.

We needed him, and he knew it.

How many you got?

Uh, four.

No.

We need more than that.

Sure, yeah.

And payment?

You can do the usual?

Yeah, yeah, sure.

What about the...

the item?

We've heard about it.

Yeah, um...

It's not for sale.

You piece of shit.

You don't fuckin'...

Wait.

My friend...

we need your help. You know that.

Yeah.

Everything has a price,

and we can pay you.

Sure.

Hmm.

Hey, Jasper.

I'm glad these fucking things came here.

They mean that I get to burn whatever I see.

Every day.

Every night.

No laws. No fucking jails.

The fire...

The fire.

What is it with you and the fucking fire?

Fire!!!

I'll die and perish in the fire someday.

You say you need my help?

For what?

For a fucking hope for things to go back to the way they were?

Just give me... gimme some bait.

Some bait?

I just need some bait,

some of your people...

some of your people,

some of the sick you don't need.

I'm two seconds away

from blowing this motherfucker's head off.

Oh, it would be so good. So much fun.

Just a little more!

Gimme some bait.

Gimme some bait.

It'll make the "boom" bigger.

I'll take out an entire convoy.

That'll help you, right?

I have enough ordnance to make this fire breathe.

You're an interesting person, Nosh.

Have fun in the fire.

Oh, I will.

Some sick people in exchange for Nosh's item.

In peacetime, such an offer would be insane.

Immoral.

But now... anything's possible.

Ma'am, we've done everything we can.

He's not responding.

All right. Let's go.

We picked up Amir in Sector 7.

At first, they thought he was dead,

some refuse from one of their experiments.

Amir?

Amir?

Amir... Hey.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Look at me.

You can help us.

Kill him.

Just fucking kill him.

All that shit they put in his head.

-He's not even one of us-- -Stop.

I'm not going to hurt you.

I know what they did.

It's okay.

Let's get this off.

There.

You're free.

We've gotta check the wounded, ma'am.

Okay.

It's okay.

I'm Sarah.

I need to ask you for a favor.

I give you food,

you do me a favor.

Okay?

It's okay, it's okay. It's fine.

I need to see what it did to you.

It's okay.

This world had changed all of us...

but Amir had been reborn...

with something entirely new.

You see all these men?

They're going out to fight.

To try to make it how it was before.

To stop those beasts from doing more of this...

What is it with her

and that fucking thing?

Her daughter is gone.

Everyone's daughter is gone.

The ones that are experimented on,

who survive...

the very few...

Her theory is

it's because they have some kind of predisposition.

They're savants of some kind.

And Amir is like that.

These men are trying to stop the genocide.

Alpha team! Move out!

They're ready to sacrifice themselves.

Let's go!

They don't have to die tonight.

Help us.

Please.

Tell me what futures you see.

Turn to the left.

Incoming!

You can help us turn the tide, Amir.

We can beat them.

Threat down in Fox Squadron.

Threat down.

All right, everyone, triple-check those brain locks.

I don't want anyone looking at it,

and keep out of its line of sight, right?

What do you see?

Do you see us winning, Amir?

Go! Go! Go!

Can we learn to hunt them?

Can we make them fear us?

Go! Go!

Amir...

Do you remember what they did to you?

They do experiments all day and all night.

They tear people apart.

It's wounded!

That fucking thing! Don't let it get away!

Billions die...

No one lives.

Not through that.

But every once in a while, a miracle happens.

One in ten million, like you.

Someone who somehow survives...

Their cruelty.

Those things have given you an amazing power.

A gift.

Beyond man.

Don't look at it!

Look away!

You can do the things they do.

Put it down, Martinez! Put it down!

Don't do it, Martinez!

Don't do it!

Amir...

Please tell me...

What futures do you see?

Cut its fucking head off.

Amir, it's time.

You have to use what they gave you.

It's not a choice.

Welcome back, everybody. I'm Bill.

And I'm Karyn,

and we are here today

to introduce a very exciting new product,

aren't we, Bill?

We certainly are, Karyn.

You know, to the viewers at home,

we've been...

we've been teasing this product

for quite some time now,

and it's really a show-stopper.

It is the Damasu 950.

That's impressive.

It just makes you want

to pick it up and cut something, doesn't it?

Absolutely, Bill.

You know, we've all been in the situation

of having to use a traditional knife.

Let's say you've got some red wine,

a lovely piece of cheese,

and you just want to enjoy some.

But...it's...

It's just so frustrating.

Perhaps you too

have tried to cut something and just gotten nowhere.

That's right.

What about that turkey leg

that just won't come off the body?

Hey, what do you say

we see what the Damasu 950 can do?

Oh, look at this.

It's got a 23-cc engine.

The blades are designed to cut omni-directionally.

All right.

We just pull the pull-starter...

Oh! Oh!

Wow!

Now, with power like that,

this cheese doesn't stand a chance!

No way.

Turn it off.

Bill, turn it off.

Wow.

Wow. I am jazzed.

Let's see what else this baby can do.

Karyn, what else do we have to cut?

How about a...

Oh, this looks delicious!

Absolutely.

Oh, Bill, the guests are starving.

Well, they'll get their turkey

in just a second...

10 to 15 times faster

than with a traditional knife.

Okay!

Ready, Bill?

Ready!

Go!

Bill...

just one second.

Sorry. One second. Bill!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Bill! Bill!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

-All right, man. Hey game time and we have a pretty cool new piece of kit. -Sure do

I'm excited to show the viewers man, whoo

-Just waiting on the lab. -Oh god yeah.

Here it comes.

Mission Control

-This is so exciting, this is so exciting! I can't believe how clean they got it. -I know

-Isn't that crazy? -The smell's still there though.

I know, but it kind of makes me hungry

It's a weird...it's kind of weird. Is that normal? I don't know.

-Haha! -This is it, the big day.

I know! Alright.

-So are you are you going? -Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Okay!

So today. We are introducing a brand-new product

into our weapons lineup.

It is a very, very cool piece of kit.

What is it?

I...I personally can't wait to see

how this works on the battlefield,

and we all at Kapture had the highest expectation,

so yeah, man.

Let's check it out, alright. Um...

Look, how small it is!

Dude, here It is. I know! Small, compact, easy to use.

We call it the Fluke.

Wow!

The Fluke is basically

a base station and a transmitter that work together.

Just like us!

Hah! Hey!

-So when you get to the battlefield... -Yeah?

-Just open up the base station. -Yeah?

-Take a transmitter and load into any shotgun you got lying around -Any gun at home?

Pretty much, as long as it's a shotgun, and you're ready to go.

You're ready to go capture them. This is a self-contained enemy combatant capture and repurpose system.

-Woah, woah, okay. What does that mean Jeff? -That means you capture the enemy...

-...and then make them do whatever the hell you want. -Exactly!

Isn't that fun?

And as usual my man...

...we can demo this today!

Oh, yes!

So let's check it out.

-Okay, this... -Whoa

-That's a big gun soldier. -Oh, I know I'm a big boy with a big gun

-Yaw! -Hee hee!

-Alright, are you good? -Good to go. -Alright, here we go.

-Alright bring them up!

-That's a good one, a very good one. -Confirmed.

Okay, here he comes.

All right, that's great. Just, uh...

...put him right there. Yeah, perfect, great.

So, we have a deal with the Department of Defense

and the "Loan Out" programs with some prisons.

Now, if Mike here survives...

Which he honestly really isn't going to.

...he gets his sentence reduced.

Which I think we can pretty much guarantee is gonna happen!

Yeah!

How you doing?

Goodness. Why am I here?

Awesome. Good stuff. Well, hey...

...well, as, uh, usual, Ollie here will be our shooter.

So, uh

Why don't you just load a transmitter?

Can't wait.

You're gonna love this part!

Aim...

...and FIRE!

Haha, I know it stings, I know it does, I know, I know, I know.

It makes your eyes water doesn't it?

Oh man, alright.

So this, this, this is my favorite part.

Okay, so, uh, let's make the neural connection.

Here we go.

Connecting.

And there we have it.

Full cerebral capture.

Everything that's on the screen...

...is actually Mike's vision

It's incredible!

So now, Gary...

...can actually quite simply just pilot the captured combatant.

So uh let's take him for a walk.

-Here we go. -Here we go!

And forward.

-Oh no, he's coming right at me! -What are we gonna do!?

-Oh no! -Ahhh!

And stop.

Yeah, there we go, great.

And pivot. -And pivoting.

Very nice.

Man, I wish there was a posture button here.

Wow! It is really that simple.

Oh man, alright.

Well, hey, Gary?

Why don't you just drive him into the enemy hut?

Okay. Here he goes.

There he goes.

See you later guys!

Oh, thanks for this opportunity.

I can't wait to see what's in this straw hut.

Hahaha, sure do like huts.

Oh wow. Hey, what's in here?

And great!

There he is.

So now the enemy combatant...

...is back in his home base surrounded, by, other...

Combatants!

So now all we have to do is just hit the detonate button.

And...

...hit it!

Woah!

He just…

And welcome back.

We are debuting the new Magiblend 200,

and this time,

Bill is going to show you

something truly amazing.

Thanks, Karyn.

Now, I know a lot of you are sushi eaters,

and for those of you who don't know what sushi is,

it's the latest food craze from Japan.

Now, what would you say

if I told you that the Magiblend

could prepare delicious sushi for you?

No!

It certainly can.

Now, let's say you want some delicious salmon nigiri,

or better yet, you want a salmon roll.

Well, you just put your ingredients

into the Magiblend 200...

you can't make sushi without rice.

That's right.

Seaweed...

They eat the seaweed there.

Isn't that something?

All right, I think that will do it.

And then you close the lid,

and you press this button...

Someday, they'll be serving sushi

on aeroplanes.

No!

Can you imagine?

Wow!

Just like that!

Just like that.

Delicious sushi.

These are Japanese cutlery called "chopsticks,"

and, uh, I'll just use them on this delicious sushi.

Do we have some scissors, Karyn, that...

can cut...

cut hair?

I see it.

All right!

So, uh...

it's sushi,

just like in Japan.

You're not who I'm looking for.

You Sergeant Hines, yeah?

Jacob Palmer, Central Intelligence Agency.

I'm the guy you've been communicating with.

This is Sergeant Carr

of the Studies and Observation Group.

You're far from your friends, Sergeant Hines.

When you wandered off,

your unit thought you had deserted,

wanted you court-martialed.

You're still drawn to it?

You have to kill it, yeah?

Too late, though.

The river god did this three days ago.

We'll get some men up here to clean this up.

Come on, let's head out.

I have something to show you.

Have you ever heard of Firebase Quatro?

Outside of Tay Ninh, on the border of Cambodia.

We set up Quatro as a base for tracking the river god.

You know who he is?

I need you to do something for me, Hines.

I give you info,

you do what I ask. Understand?

Now, the river god was a Vietnamese farmer.

We keep the survivors of his attacks at Quatro,

in the field hospital.

There's someone there I want you to meet--

a kid named Bracken.

He's the only survivor of the river god

who can still talk.

-Jacob Palmer? -Yeah.

Major Brickerson.

JSOC told me

you might be able to shed some light on things for us.

We got our asses whupped by a VC ambush.

We waited for reinforcements,

but when those soldiers came,

they were...

they were monsters in the shape of men...

They wouldn't die, not by shooting them.

So we retreated to Firebase Tarheel--

or we tried to--

but...

Tarheel was gone.

Just fucking gone.

That's when I called in the air strike.

We lit that jungle on fire...

and we burnt everything.

And there he was, just standing there...

not running,

no pain,

invisible...

except for the napalm just sticking to him.

Something I'll never be able to explain.

It just doesn't make sense.

Look, I'm not here to connect the dots for you.

The events at Tarheel are classified.

I got men in this unit I trust, men I know,

men I've shed blood with,

and they're saying

things happened to them that they can't explain.

My boys are saying they saw the devil...

the devil.

Yes...

I want your men to help us kill the devil.

I think the CIA better start to explain

what the fuck is going on here,

or you're going to have a mutiny on your hands.

Please state your name.

Bracken.

Corporal Richard Bracken. Sir.

All right.

Please recount the events at Firebase Tarheel.

How did you get burned? What happened?

The day started weird.

There was some...

something along the riverbank.

Seals had found it,

and a call came down for us to get Intel on it.

The camera guys in air cav were sent with us,

and we saw it.

It was...

I don't know what it was.

What happened at Firebase Tarheel, Corporal?

We were shooting everywhere.

They had us pinned down.

All my buddies got fucked up.

I mean, bad.

And I just seen him there looking at me.

The river god.

He was looking right at me.

And I never felt anything like that.

One minute, I'm in the jungle,

looking at that...

thing.

The next, I'm in South Carolina,

back on the day we were gonna deploy.

I don't mean like a dream or nothing.

I mean, I was in America.

And?

The planes...

they were all destroyed.

And we were under attack.

There was Russian aircraft,

but not like migs or nothin'...

It was this blue napalm.

Like a propane flame napalm.

And everyone was burning.

They were burning us.

Soldiers burning.

Like hell.

Did that happen?

Did that happen at Charleston Air Base?

Are they all dead?

Charleston's safe.

But it did happen.

It did.

Because then, uh...

Freddy and the boys,

they pulled me out of the ditch.

-I was still on fire. -Here?

Yeah. Here.

In the jungle.

I was like...

here again but on fire.

Like they pulled me

out of South Carolina into Vietnam.

A lot of my buddies were along the river bank.

Bracken, let's go!

Come on!

He's raising the dead up.

Like ghosts.

He's making their...

their insides...

like, hard...

like a cockroach.

They look like spiders or something.

I asked if anyone else had seen their...

the god.

No one else had.

Thank you, Sergeant Bracken.

Corporal Bracken

will be flown back to the States,

enrolled in MKSEARCH,

and his name will be stricken off the rolls here.

He'll officially be MIA,

along with the 318 other Americans lost at Tarheel.

As of this moment...

Firebase Tarheel never existed.

Get some rest.

We head out in a few hours.

I don't sleep anymore.

Try.

All these men...

they're gonna die tonight, you know that, right?

I'm not sure you care if these soldiers live or die,

You don't even care if you live or die.

Maybe that's how it works.

Who are you?

What are you becoming?

These details are slipping away from you, aren't they?

I can help.

I have...

these dreams.

More like visions.

Trying to tell me something...

I can't understand what it's saying.

It just sounds like noise.

I spoke to soldiers in your previous unit.

I've heard all the accounts about you.

"Hines isn't meant to die."

"Hines is protected by a divine hand."

Objects were put in your path to shield you,

put there to protect you at exactly the right moment.

To shield you from the right piece of shrapnel.

It's almost as if life itself knew you were coming.

The universe keeping you alive,

saving you,

as though it has a plan for you.

And the river god?

That man you're compelled to hunt?

He is an error.

A mistake.

Plain and simple.

Life wants him gone.

But what is he?

A simple villager.

He had no connection to the Vietcong.

He had a wife.

He had children.

He was pushed by grief to the point where...

that the very fabric tore around him.

The local villagers who knew him,

they began calling him "The River God."

He wandered the Mekong,

leaving a wake of destruction.

I don't even think he knows he's doing these things...

these horrors.

Manifesting reality through his subconscious thoughts.

Changing matter inside the dead,

reanimating them as visions of his own hell.

Eventually,

he wandered into an NVA Base,

begging for help...

but by that point,

his flesh had entirely burned off.

Invisibility...

telepathy...

As a god walking the earth...

his mind is set free.

We will set the jungle on fire.

Burn everything

until flaming gel splatters across him,

lighting him up for us to track.

We will find him.

This is the electromagnetic coil gun.

It's firing projectiles about 1/20th the speed of light.

Now, this...

this is the real jewel.

It creates a magnetosphere,

positive and negative polarity.

Everything about this

is designed to keep reality unbroken,

so you can function.

You will be protected from the breakdown in space-time.

We call it a relativity capsule.

It amplifies the gift you already have.

Put on the whole armor of god,

that you may be able to stand...

against the schemes...

of the devil.

How's the book, sir?

A little technical for my taste.

I like the chaos more, I suppose.

Does have a good recipe

for a black hole, though. Hmm.

Lovely, sir.

What's going on over there, Geoffrey?

What was that little chap doing?

They're so funny.

Little chap's been rubbing that stick for hours.

Funny little things.

Bloody hell!

That's fire, Geoffrey!

I didn't say he could do that!

I give the fire.

What bloody period is this?

I believe it's about 200,000 years prior

to when they should be given it, sir.

Well, snuff him out!

Yes, sir.

There we go, sir.

Some bloody nerve.

Send them back into their cave.

-Yes, sir. -All of them.

Oh, that was surprising.

Yes. Must shrink their brains again.

Oh, for god's sake! What is it now?

I believe it's a rain dance, sir.

We forgot to turn off the drought.

Really?

All right, then.

Give them some water, for heaven's sake.

Really?

Yes.

Oh.

They're parched.

It would be my pleasure, sir.

God the Merciful, eh?

They get so excited

over the teeniest little things.

They do, don't they?

Dancing in a circle.

Do it again, Geoffrey. Spray some more.

Look at...

Look at their little loincloths going!

Do it again.

Do it again, do it again!

Oh... too precious.

Release the plague, Geoffrey.

Sir?

Release the...plague.

Welcome back, everyone.

Welcome back,

and boy, do we have a treat for you today.

So we've all heard

about this new craze sweeping the nation

called "vegetarianism"?

Yes, people left, right, and center

are ditching meat

in favor of healthy vegetables,

but I think as all of you can attest,

vegetables can be unbelievably difficult to manage.

Let's just take a simple one.

An onion, for example.

Try preparing an onion on your own.

Go ahead, Bill.

Okay...

Who needs it?

Argh!

For god's sake.

Oh, it's just impossible.

Well, Bill, that is exactly

why we are lucky

to be presenting our new product today...

designed to create delicious,

healthy, vegetarian meals

while also dealing with those impossible vegetables for you.

Wow.

Wow, wow, wow.

And this puppy can make any vegetarian dish,

such as...

you just put the vegetables in here...

So much nutrition.

Mmm.

Eat your cauliflower.

Keep away the vampires.

And, oh...

we have to remember the water.

Now, we don't need too much.

Just a cup or two.

Just a cup or two, but we put it right in there...

there we go.

And we close the lid...

and press the button.

The PrestoVeg will now assess the best dish

based on the ingredients.

Zucchini patties.

Zucchini patties!

Ooh!

Now, the entire cooking process happens in under a minute,

and will be piping hot.

And...done.

That's something, isn't it?

Let's see it.

I can't wait.

Oh, no. Uh...

Bill, oh, my God.

Oh...

Oh, this is...

sorry.

You butcher!

You monster!

Radio: General, we've scanned the area, there's no one left alive here.

...bunch of dead women, children...

Voice: You will never be forgiven for this!

Do you hear me ? Never!

Confirming all resources are…

I know you General. I know you.

I know where you're from.

Please

Please listen to me!

You will never be forgiven for this.

Do you hear me? Never.

Never.

Soldier: General, we found some more gold.

General: Then, take it.

Take everything.

Soldier: Yes sir!

Welcome back, everybody, I'm Bill.

And I'm Karyn.

And boy, are we glad you're with us today,

because, wow, we have something really special.

Karyn, do you remember the Magiblend 100?

Do I ever.

Well, this...

is the 200.

This is basically the most

state-of-the-art kitchen appliance

money can buy.

Well, okay. Take me through it.

This device can take any raw ingredient,

and using a thermo capacitor, can cook it any way you want.

And we are talking

any kind of preparation, right?

Any kind, Karyn.

Let's say I'm in the mood for a smoothie.

Okay, and let's say

that you've just come back from the gym,

and you need a little protein.

All right.

You just put your ingredients in here...

and just a little dab will do you...

there we go...

And we close the lid...

and hit the button.

Wow! So quick, Bill!

It really is a one-stop appliance.

It certainly is, Karyn.

Thank you.

Oh, look at that.

Looks nice. It's the right...

Oh, delicious.

Oh, is it...

it's just...it looks...

It's just... it's just a little hair.

Bottoms up!

All right. Okay, here.

Yeah, here we go.

Yeah, okay, let's--

Okay, give me a second.

Count you in, buddy. Three, two, one...

Yeah, man.

Okay, something really exciting to demo today...

entomological warfare.

Very expensive.

Locusts.

Yup.

But these are not your everyday, average locusts,

no, sir.

These have our advanced avionics system onboard.

These little puppies are ours,

so we can take control of them and swarm the enemy.

All right, let's take a closer look.

You're coming with me.

Look at him.

Yup, right into the nerve stem,

so we can control it in real time,

or we can assign GPS waypoints,

and get in there real close.

Now you can see

we have also injected explosive putty right onto them.

Where's he going?

Get back there!

Wow.

These are flying bombs, boys.

Let's demo this out!

I've always wanted to do it that way.

That was great, man.

All right. Let's do this.

♪ Dun-da-da-da-dun! Dun-da-da-da-dun! ♪

Okay, bring him out!

Now exporting demonstration prisoner 3-7-4.

All right. Who's this?

Bobby.

Bobby, good to meet you.

Thank you for volunteering.

Thank you, sir. Thank you for the opportunity.

Hey, you're welcome. Our pleasure.

Bobby isn't going to make it out of this alive,

but he thinks he might,

so that's nice for him.

Simple laser designator.

So, this little sucker

is essentially going to tell those little suckers

where to go--

to do their business.

There you go, buddy.

All right, let's fire up these locusts.

There we go.

Great.

So now we have control of them.

Let's, uh...

let's take them up to 10 feet.

Sounds good.

Good.

Now, Olly,

if you could just simply designate the target, please.

Bobby, how are you doing?

Good. I'm, just glad you waived my sentence.

Aw, you bet.

Let's send them in.

Okay.

Wow!

Back-up generator online.

Water.

How much is here? How much food do we have?

Anything?

Maybe a day's worth. Probably less.

Fuck.

We're very low on water, sir.

Take this.

Drink the rest of it. Go on.

And an MRE, too.

You need to eat.

You come first, sir.

Class Ones come first.

I was born to die. Class Ones are born to live.

Don't fuckin' spout your damn slogans at me.

We've poisoned your mind, with that shit.

You take care of yourself and go find something to eat.

Go on.

Warning, power failure.

We need to make it into Building Alpha,

get into the corporate shelter.

Over in the main colliery. It's the only chance we have.

But won't it be there?

It has access to Alpha.

We have to try for the corporate vault.

They have a second kitchen there.

They've got stores of food,

stockpiles of supplies.

We can hole up there,

stay safe until we're rescued.

Back-up generator online.

We've been safe

in the steam tubes so far, sir.

What if we move nearer to the acid baths?

We could hide there...

It doesn't have the necessary fingerprints for access here.

We'll die if we stay here, Barklay.

We'll freeze to death

if the steam tubes lose power.

We'll die of thirst,

or worse.

It knows about the steam tubes.

It knows everything we know.

It's gonna find its way in here eventually.

We won't be safe here.

I'm going to teach you how to use this.

You're going to get us across to the second facility.

You're Canary Class, right?

Yes, sir.

Canary Class Synthetic. C class labour.

Right. Pick it up.

We're not allowed to, sir.

Do what I say, dammit!

I don't give a fuck about your rules and laws anymore.

Canary Class workers

have access to firearms with a biometric override.

There. I've unlocked this rifle for you, all right?

This is the only way.

Now pick up the fucking gun!

Back-up generator online.

There's a bolt on the side.

You got to pull it back to cock it?

Right here. Do it. Grab it. Pull it back.

Yes, that's it. Okay.

Now it's ready to fire.

All right,

you got to put the butt into your shoulder.

Pull it. Really hard.

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

Now, it's going to kick when you fire,

but no more than

the pneumatic drills you're used to.

Just don't let it surprise you.

You make sure you hit that motherfucker.

All right, put the gun down.

Barrel away from me.

Two mags, that's it.

No more ammo.

60 rounds.

I still got my handgun.

Good explosive rounds.

It's backup.

-You got a bag? -Yes, sir.

Then grab it.

Get all the food and water. Bring it here.

Oh, something's not right.

I feel like there's a light...

There's a light inside of me. I can--

It's shining out from me.

Something's wrong.

It was Richard.

I know what he means now.

I feel like that.

Corlove--

he cut one of those things open--

it had 40 rat brains inside, just linked together,

making a working brain.

Holebrook, you see, he stole pigs from the pens,

he cut the pigs' organs out,

and he strung them all together with sheep organs.

He made those things.

It was that light.

It was the light.

It told him to. It made him.

Then Holebrook, he...

he cut up all those miners.

Cut them all up.

And he made that big one out of them.

Then they cut open that rock, and I saw that light, Barklay.

I saw it, and I knew right away.

I knew it.

I felt it.

I felt it right away,

that...

I cut my eyes out when I saw that light.

But I was too late.

I was too late.

We're going to get the fuck out of here,

all right?

That's your gun. Take it.

Come lift me up. Come on, here we go.

Help me up.

Now, when we open that door,

we've got about 100 metres to go to the second facility.

It has the biometrics to get through.

It's coming, no matter what we dc.

You aim straight.

You aim straight, you fucking hear me?

Yes, sir.

Can you see? Dc you have lights?

Yes, sir. Here's your mask.

We only get one chance at this.

Don't stop.

We go absolutely straight.

100 metres to Facility Alpha, understand?

Yes, sir.

Follow the beacon.

Go, go!

Get up, sir! Please!

Hold me! Hold me!

Compromised security on John Quinn.

Where do we go?

The managers' complex.

It's up ahead.

The living quarters, meeting rooms--

those rooms are fortified.

Declined. Insufficient status. Declined.

Insufficient status.

It's at the door. Just keep moving.

We can't keep it out.

Authorized. Private Phillip Marshall.

Get the gun ready!

Reload! Reload!

You're out! Let's go! Move, move!

Atmospheric leak, sections A through C.

Commence evacuation procedure.

There's a kitchen up ahead.

The door's manual.

Go in.

Bolt the door!

Sir, we have to go.

Please, sir.

Take it, Barklay.

I'm going to tell you where to go.

Take the gun.

What?

Just take it.

We're so close...

Christ, I'm--

I'm fucked up.

There's something wrong inside of me,

I'm telling you, I can feel it.

There's something wrong.

It's getting worse.

It's that thing--

it rejects synthetics.

Maybe I can slow it down.

Synthetics must be used as mining labour.

Protocol 7, statute 9.

But do you know how much true synthetics cost?

The overhead involved?

Synthetics...

they cost more than orphans.

We purchased you from the Strata Group.

The company bought you when you were two weeks old.

You're a fucking human, Barklay.

That barcode we put on you

was to fool the OSHA inspectors.

We bought a couple of synths just to fool them.

You're Canary Class, right?

What's their job?

Your job is to crawl down in the mineshafts,

deep down into the asteroids.

Your job is to die

if you walk into a pocket of poison gas, right?

Now, do you think a synthetic would get sick like that?

Here, take the gun.

Take it.

You're going to get out.

You're going to tell everyone about this place--

about you, about who you are.

About the quartz, how it flashes.

You tell them.

The computer's never going to reject your status.

You're going to take my fingerprint

and you're going to get out of here.

Now, remember, when this thing--

when it gets to me--

it's going to extract everything I know.

It's going to know about the vault.

You're going to make it, Barklay.

Take it! Take it! Go!

Go, go!

Come on, take it! Go!

Come on, you motherfucker!

Come on, you motherfucker! Kill me!

Come on, kill me!

Severe damage to power grid detected.

Come on!

Come on!

Unsafe levels of methane

detected in sections B, C, D, E, and F.

Unsafe levels of methane

detected in sections B, C, D, E, and F.

If you are injured, remain calm...

Declined.

Insufficient status.

No!

Declined. Declined.

No!

Declined. Insufficient status.

Declined. Insufficient status.

Authorized. CFO Kevin Bateman.