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Butchers.

The victims
are Nietzschean.

The others call themselves
the Knights of Genetic Purity.

The Knights of Genetic Purity.

Nietzschean schoolchildren
know them simply as, Genites.

I take it there's some history
between your people.

The Genites blamed
the Nietzscheans
for the Commonwealth's fall.

They vowed to eliminate all
but pure-strain humans
from the gene pool,

and existence.

That should solve everything,
now shouldn't it.
How old is this transmission?

Two days.

It's a fragment
of a distress signal.

These victims
are of Condor Pride.

They're small, perhaps maybe
a thousand strong,

a typical target for these...

For them.

They need to be stopped.

One question, Tyr.

Your pride,
the Kodiak, are gone.

So why should I care?

Perhaps your
humanitarian efforts
over the past year and a half

are beginning
to influence me.

Unlikely.

Do my motivations
really matter?

Even if the Genites
are only targeting Nietzscheans,

it is, after all, genocide,

and if you don't try to stop it,
one might easily conclude
that your entire quest

for a peaceful, egalitarian
Commonwealth, is a sham.

I hate it when he's right.

Right, but evasive.

He still didn't answer
your question.

No, he didn't.

Why does he care?

He is the last guardian
of a fallen civilization,

a hero from another time,

faced with a universe in chaos,
Dylan Hunt recruits
an unlikely crew,

and sets out to reunite
the galaxies.

On the starship Andromeda,
hope lives again.

One night of passion.

One night of union.

That's all I have
to go on, Tyr.

Are you the Tyr
I fell in love with,

the one who would race

to save me
before the Genites find
Orca Pride and kill us all?

Or are you really
the other Tyr,

the Tyr who betrayed
Orca Pride, who left us

defenseless, homeless?

The Tyr who abandoned me?

I suppose
I'll know soon enough.

Until then,
I survive on belief.

Belief against belief
that you'll come and save me,

that I'm still your wife,

and you're still my husband.

According to
Tyr's intelligence,
the Genites' attacks

began in the Kraylux system,
then jumped to the Orion arm,

and reappeared a thousand
light years away here,

in the Van Houten system.

So their next attack
could be anywhere
in the known universe.

Yeah, pretty much.

I wish Trance was here.
When it comes to guessing,

she seems to swish
the low percentage shots.

Well, unfortunately
I sent her to that
state funeral on Enkindu.

Like Beka said, anything
we did right now
would be a guess.

A suggestion?

The Vadris sector.

Any particular reason?

The sector is home
to over three dozen
minor Nietzschean Prides.

Minor being
the operative word.

If we're guessing,

minor's as good as any.

All right, set course
for the Vadris sector.

Beka.

I don't know about you,
but I find the caring,
compassionate Tyr

a lot more frightening
than I used to find the cold,
indifferent one.

Maybe our humanitarian efforts

are beginning to have
an influence on him.

Say that
like you mean it.

I thought I did.

Mmm hmm.

I take it you have a theory?

Well, lets see.

Oh, yeah.
Nietzschean distress signals
in a distant system.

Andromeda rides
to the rescue.

Oops. Surprise! Ambush.

Fall of the Commonwealth.
Ring any bells?

Uh, yes, painful ones.

Maybe the Nietzscheans
are using
their old bag of tricks.

Worked once, didn't it?

So, if the Genite attacks
are fake,

then Tyr is working
with the the Drago-Kazov?

Nah, I don't buy it.

But you buy the warm
and fuzzy Tyr,

concerned for his
fellow Nietzscheans.

No, I didn't say that.

But whatever
Tyr's agenda might be,

I'm convinced the Genites
are for real, and that
they have to be stopped.

And, as usual,
we're the only ones
that can stop them.

That is right.

Just be careful.
I'll be careful.

Dylan?
We've just entered Nero system,

Vadris sector,
and we've intercepted
a repeating distress signal.

On our way.

Mayday! Mayday!

I am Prometheus Wellington,
Alpha male of the Lynx Pride
and we are under attack.

They came in execution units
of two or three commandos

invisible until
it was too late.

Our bullets are useless
against their armor.

They seem to be targeting
specific families,

wiping them out first
before attacking anyone else,

women, children.

Save us, before they...

Set a course
for that Drift.

The time stamp shows
the message is already
a week old.

Preliminary sensor data
indicates the Drift
was completely destroyed.

No survivors.

You have your orders.
I want to analyze that wreckage,

find out what we're up against.

We know what we're up against,

and we have more
important things to do
than examine debris.

Here, here, here, and here.

Known Nietzschean Prides
that are within easy striking
distance of this system.

We should evacuate them
now before it's too late.

The Genites could be anywhere
by now, and I won't fight them
blindfolded.

Rule number one, Tyr.

Know your enemy.

Rule number two, Captain.

Know yourself.

You and everyone else
aboard this ship
are allowing your inability

to trust Nietzscheans
to slow your actions,
and it's costing lives.

Okay.

I'm just not buying this whole
new emotional concern
for the weak and defenseless.

I say it's an act.

Who's with me?

I don't know
if it's an act.

There's something
eating at Tyr.

He's treating
this whole situation
like it's...

personal.

This is the stuff
we recovered.

Enhanced AG mass packets
from the Pyrians,

a self-controlled
EM lash technology
from the Nietzscheans,

an infinitely scalable
ECM shielded sensor probe
from, uh, well,

who knows?
Your guess is as good as mine,

but, damn,
is this puppy slick.

And that is
the piece de resistance.

It's photo-reactive
personal body armor.

This was in research
and development
when the Commonwealth fell.

You know,
whoever these guys are,

they've been reading
the High Guard's
classified cookbook.

Yeah, well, no offense,
but that book's pretty old.

They've spiced up the recipes
a little bit there, Dylan.

They've got 303 years
worth of improvements
on our battle technology.

In a fair fight with them,
we'd be fried.

We'll have to make sure
we don't fight fair.

Or, and...

I'm just playing
devil's advocate here,
what if, uh,

what if we didn't fight them?

Excuse me?
We could learn a lot
from teaming up with them.

So you want to help them
commit genocide?

Okay, so they hate
Nietzscheans,

but is that
really so bad?

Come on, are all Nietzscheans
saints and sweethearts? No.

No, the majority
of Nietzscheans are pirates,
slavers, and tyrants.

They're not nice people.

The Genites just don't want
to kill Nietzscheans.

They want to kill anyone
who's been genetically enhanced.

What do you know?
Finally, I get to be
the safe guy.

I'm a hundred percent
all natural human.

Nobody else on this ship is,

including me.

so if the Genites get their way,
the only person left alive

on the Andromeda
would be... you.

Dylan,
we're being hailed.

It's the Genites.

Ha, what do you know?
Your favorite people.

According to the signal lag,
they're less than
a light second away,

but I'll be damned
if I can see them.

Just their communication
relay drone.

Their stealth capabilities
are very good.

On screen.

I am Armsmaster Desmond
Lord Gorice of the Knights
of Genetic Purity.

It is a true honor to meet you,
Captain Hunt.

I wish I could say the same.

Well, you have
quite a reputation.

So do you,
for killing Nietzschean
women and children.

Thank you.

Apparently, you're quite
the Nietzschean killer
in your own light.

You single-handedly manipulated
the Sabra-Jaguar into war
with the Dragons.

You crushed the Orca Pride
on behalf of the Than Hegemony,

and rumor has it

you helped wipe out
the Nietzschean fleet

at the Battle of Witchhead
303 years ago.

Those were enemies.
Many Nietzscheans
are also my allies and friends.

Such as Tyr Anasazi?

I understand on Old Earth that

some humans would try to keep
baby alligators as pets,

the results being predictable.

I prefer parrots, myself.

Less dangerous.

You know, that's an odd analogy.
Nietzscheans aren't animals.

They're not humans, either.

They've been genetically
engineered for treachery.

Treachery that caused
the fall of the Commonwealth.

Look at it this way.
We both want
the Commonwealth back.

We Knights are just getting rid
of the principal obstacle
to its return.

You're targeting children.

Our Knights do a lot
of brave work for the good
of all pure-bred humans.

It takes great strength
not to be affected
by their cries, their pleas.

I don't want to have
to kill these children either,
but the problem is,

they grow up
to be Nietzscheans.

No, the problem is
that you're sick,

and there's no point
in having this conversation.

We should really be
allies on this.

Stay away
from the Nietzscheans.

Perhaps if you read
our manifesto,
I'm sure you would find that...

Your mother was what,

fifty percent heavy gravity
worlder?

One hundred percent.

We finally found someone
who hates us both equally.

Captain, I'm detecting
multiple slipstream events.

The Genites are leaving
the system.

So are we.

You want to go after them?

I wanna destroy them.

All ahead full.

Maru launching,
hangar number two.

That's it,
I'm disabling my engines.

I've had it with
him stealing my ship.

Andromeda,
plot a pursuit course.

This is the last time
Tyr will pursue his agendas
at my expense.

The last time!

Maru entering slipstream.

Still no Maru.
Keep searching.

I'm detecting
multiple slipstream events
two light-seconds away.

They've got Genite
rad signatures.

Andromeda, launch slipfighters,
squads one through seven.

Another comm drone.
It's hailing us.

Put him through.

Three hundred
and three-year-old
slipfighters, Captain Hunt?

Maybe you should try biplanes
or a Vedran cavalry charge.

I think you'll find
that they're still effective.

I've already told you, Captain,
I don't have any argument
with you.

Why are you following us?

Need some help
finding your stray Nietzschean?

I don't want your help.

Really? Our sensor drones
have tracked the Maru
to the Goran system.

I'll make a note of it.

Let me guess,

You try to make friends
with Tyr Anasazi,

but your favorite Nietzschean
stabbed you in the back again.

This isn't your business.

A rogue Nietzschean
flying around in his own ship?

From where I stand,
that is an unacceptable
security risk.

We'll do everything we can
to keep the Maru in one piece.

Thank you.

I can't guarantee
the same for Tyr.

They're transiting
to slipstream.

Andromeda, recall slipfighters.

Set a course
for the Goran system.

Nietzschean, the Knights
of Genetic Purity
send their regards.

Prepare to launch missiles.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait! Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!

There's nobody here
but us humans.

Where is the Nietzschean?

You mean Tyr?

He's one of the reasons
I ran off. The other...

being to join you guys.

You want to help us?

Yeah. Lookit,
I am pure choice,

O positive, one hundred percent
all beef human,

and I hate Nietzscheans.

Probably more than you do.

You want to abandon
the Andromeda?

With your battle technology?
Hell, yeah. I'm an engineer.

And to prove it,
what brilliant minded
little fiend do you think

left your sensor probe
active on the Andromeda?

Yes, we were wondering
about that.

Well, wonder no more.
Now, let's talk,

humano a humano.

I've ordered my ships
to stand down.

Proceed for docking.

Suckers!

Deploying missiles.

Target acquired.
Chew on that,
you fruitcake.

Gorice, my, uh,
heavy grav finger

just fired the missiles
that lit your match.

Thanks, Mom.

And my genetically
enhanced reflexes

just threaded two Genite scouts
like a Christmas quilt.

Thanks, Dad.

Most of all, thank you Harper.

Hopefully that'll buy Tyr
enough time to warn
the rest of the Nietzscheans.

I've got a slipfighter
hidden nearby. We should go.

It's not that easy.

We have a son.

Why did you
not tell me sooner?

I didn't know
of your intentions.

Freya, I'm here.

Is that not testament
to my intentions?

The last evidence
of your intentions was you...

destroying our homeworld.

You, leaving without
a word on Andromeda.

You nowhere to be found
as we drifted,

outcast and homeless,
for a year.

I did what I had to do.

I was outmaneuvered
by Captain Hunt.

That's no consolation to me.
Had I tried to return for you,

I would have been killed.
Either by him
or the Alpha, Guderian.

Olma gave me a choice.
Do you understand?

I chose to keep our baby.

Our son. Our son.

Because I knew...

I knew that our son
could be the foundation
of a great family,

of an entire Pride.

Everyone wanted to kill me,
and our son.

They said his father
was an outsider, a traitor.

But I endured,

because I knew you were
the most important thing
a Nietzschean can be.

You're a survivor.

I am that.

As are you.

As shall be our son.

They've taken him from me.

Who?

Who took him?

Olma and...
Guderian?

No, Dimitri.

Guderian's sniveling,
sterile little brother?
I'll snap his sorry neck.

After you outsmarted Guderian,

he became unworthy as Alpha.

Dimitri...

he slit Guderian's throat
as he slept and proclaimed
himself Alpha.

Dimitri's not as innocent
as he appears.

You're going to have
to watch him, Tyr,
as you help Orca evacuate.

Help evacuate?

After the way they treated you,
my wife, and my son?

Orca Pride can rot
on this rock for all
it means to me.

I came here for you.

Let's go get our son.

Dylan, the Genites
are retreating.

Intergalactic bullies.

Someone finally stands up
to them, and they run
like their hair's on fire.

We hope. Is Harper back?

He's less than five
light seconds away.

Oh, come on, boss.
Let me stick my fork in them,
because their buns are baked.

Uh-oh.

What are those?

I don't know.

Get Harper out of there.

We can't. Those...

hemispheres,
they're blocking the way.

And they just broke
through our defenses.

Some have attached
to the hull.

Incoming message.

On screen.

You wouldn't listen
to my logic.

Well, maybe you'll listen
to my Seraphim.

Seraphim angels?

More like lampreys.

Uh, boss? I've got
a monkey on my back. Help!

Beka, find a way to the Maru.

We're on our way.

Guys, it's ripping through
my hull like
I'm in a can of beans here.

What part of help
don't you understand?

Beka, pick that thing
off of Harper's back.

Yeah. I'll just set
the ship's PDLs
to laser scalpel.

Let's bring it.

I guess you do understand help.
Never mind.

They've taken him.
Stay down!

There are too many Seraphim.
They're pounding
through my hull.

I'm losing
maneuvering control.

Time to get rid
of our uninvited guests.

Slipstream?

We're too close
to gravitational pull
of that planet.

Close is good.
We've got fleas.

Let's give Andromeda a bath.

You're taking us
into their atmosphere?

I'm guessing
these parasites
won't like it.

And neither will we.

Hopefully, we've got
a tougher shell.

We are way too big
for that safety zone.

One infinitesimal wrong move,
and we either skip off
or burn up.

Thank you, Mr. Harper.
Beka, easy 140.

He said easy.

Tyr!

Did you really think
we wouldn't detect
your slipfighter landing?

I got away with presuming
your ignorance before, Dimitri.

Why should this time
be any different?

Don't push me, Kodiak.

The only reason
I didn't kill you

when you were
in bed with Freya,

was because you answered
her distress call.

I thought you might
be here to help,

but I see now
you're not here to evacuate us.

You're here to kidnap my son.

How's that possible, Dimitri?

Everyone knows you're sterile.

Dimitri, stop.

Tyr's our only hope
against the Genites.

He only insisted on taking me
and my son

when he heard how poorly
you've treated us,
which you have.

You left me.

One moment of weakness,
and you left me.

How should I...

There's another moment
of weakness,

sorry sack of mediocrity.

Now, listen to me!

Give me my son, and I can
refrain from having
to exterminate any more of you.

Enough!

Here is the child.

Tamerlane Anasazi,

out of Freya, by Tyr.

Hold your place.

This is the second time
you've bested our Alpha.

I find you worthy to be
the new Alpha of Orca Pride.

If I want something,
I'll take it.

Do it, Tyr.

Take it.

Why would I want it?

Well, you'll have everything
you want. A wife,

a son, a family.

And finally,

your own Pride.

All you have to do is agree
to lead us

and deliver us
from our enemies.

All due respect, Matriarch,

Freya and Tamerlane
are all that I need.
I'll found my own Pride.

Now, please,

give me my son.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

Your son is too important.

To me, to the Orca,

to the Nietzschean people.

Tyr,

Tamerlane is more than
our son.

He's...

he's everything
we've been waiting for.

The great leader,
the one to come.

The genetic reincarnation

of Drago Museveni.

- Tamerlane Anasazi.
- Our son...

is the Nietzschean messiah.

Our son
is the genetic reincarnation
of Drago Museveni?

Tamerlane will one day,

unify the Nietzschean Prides
under Drago's name,

as our messiah.

How do you know?

I can't be
a hundred percent certain.

For that, I'd need access
to Drago's mummified remains.

Of course, the Dragans
won't let anyone near
his sacred body.

There are even rumors
they no longer have the bones.

Then how do you
make this claim?

I messengered the child's DNA
to Desideratum Drift,

so that the genetic scientists
could compare it

to the best known
extant records.

The results suggested
a very high probability
of a match.

You transmitted
his genetic codes?

We did everything
in the strictest confidence.

No, no, no, no.
Freya, no!

No one can keep that
a secret.

No doubt the mere rumor
of a messiah is what drew
the Genites out of hiding.

While you and your brood
of misfits

sit pondering
your own stupidity,

I'll be preparing
my slipfighter for leaving.

The atmosphere
has burned off all
the Seraphim. My hull is clean.

Nice work.

Bring us up, out,
and around the planet.
Slingshot maneuver.

Won't the Genites
be expecting us?

They won't even
see us coming.

Sure, not like they've got
super duper three hundred year
advanced sensors or anything.

No sign of the Genite ships.

I'm detecting residual
slipstream effects
two light-minutes out.

They left.

To find Tyr.

Rommie, set a course
for the Ashlight Theta.

Prepare for slipstream.

Ashlight Theta?
That place is a dustbowl.
What's there?

Nietzscheans,
Orca Pride.

Orca Pride?

Weren't those Nietzscheans
who tried to blast us
with their plasma cannon?

Who tried to take over
our ship until you guys
blew up their homeworld?

Those Orca?

Those Orca.

And you knew that's where
he was headed all along?

Gut feeling. Trust me.

Oh, we trust you.
You feel guilty
for leaving the Orca homeless.

You want to turn
foes into friends.

You're a nice guy,
but Tyr?

Tyr only helps those
who help Tyr.

And suddenly now he needs
to save a Pride
who swore to kill him?

The only person Tyr
wants to save is his wife.

What?

Approaching
the slipstream portal.

Who the hell
would marry Tyr?

Beka?

Slipping.

Tyr, don't abandon us.

They abandoned themselves
to their unfathomable idiocy.

Wait, so you're leaving now?

Not alone.

You and my child
are coming with me.

Olma and the Orca
will never let you
take him alone,

not without a battle
until the Orcas' death.

And yours.

Why did you not tell me
that our son might be
the prophet child?

Again, your intentions.

I glimpsed
the real Tyr Anasazi
on our wedding night.

The one who said he'd stop
at nothing to rule the stars?

Well, our son would be
the perfect tool for you.

Freya.

Do you admire
my ambitions?

Please. Please,
please, please,
don't discourage me.

You will hold him

when we are all
safely aboard your ship.

The Andromeda
will be here in seven hours.

I'll meet it, and coordinate
a rendezvous point
with your transports.

No.

You can coordinate
just as easily
using your radio.

I expect you to stay
on our asteroid

until everyone
is evacuated.

Entering the asteroid belt.

The Genites appear
to have arrived ahead of us.

When?

Yeah, when?
When did Tyr get married?

Yeah. It must have been
when he was there a year ago.

We get a nasty standoff
with Orca's plasma cannon,
and he gets a wife.

You know, if he would have
told us that he was saving
his wife,

I would have wasted
a lot less time suspecting him.

I'm not so sure
it was wasted.

Still no visuals,
but I'm detecting
a high energy output

from the Genites'
active sensors.

They must be scanning
every asteroid in the belt.

Which means they
haven't found the Orca Pride.

Yeah? Well, give them time.

That's exactly
what we're not going to do.
Let's contact Tyr.

General broadcast.
I don't want
to give away his position.

And give away ours?

That's right.

We'll draw the Genites
away from Tyr. Rommie?

Channel open.

Tyr, this is Dylan.

The Genites are in
the Kuiper belt
searching for you.

Continue preparing
for evacuation.

Until further notice,
maintain radio silence.

Acknowledged.

I don't believe it.

He just made himself
a target. One stupid word.

That was a fatal mistake.

Tyr doesn't make mistakes.

Move!
We have little time.

Go, go, go, go, go!
Freya, Olma, stay with me.

I told you.
The child and I go with
the rest of our Pride.

All right,
now you listen to me.

So long as the Genites
are in this system,

we both know these people
have no possibly of being
evacuated safely and in time.

You're using Orca Pride
as a shield.

You asked me
to help evacuate. I've done so.

What follows
is none of my concern.
Now,

I plan to evacuate
my wife and my child.

You can save yourself
by coming along with us,
or you can die with them.

My duty is
to the Orca Pride.

Unless I miss my guess,

that duty
has just ended.

And if this baby
is who we think he is,

your duty
to the Nietzschean people
has just begun! Now, move!

Do as he says, Olma.

Tyr!

Give us the baby.

Or she dies.

Everything I've done
is for our son.

I know.

Freya!

Go!

Get him!

Dylan,
we're being hailed.

It's Gorice.

Put him through.

Do you know
what you're doing?

Somewhere down there
was the Nietzschean messiah,
and you are protecting him.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

I'm just trying
to find one of my crew members.

If that child escapes,
all the Nietzschean Prides
could be united in his name.

Then there'll be nothing
to stop them.

You don't listen very well.

I will not let you
kill innocent people.

You say that
as if you have a choice.

The Orca refugee ships
are launching.

Get between the Genites
and those ships.

Cover their transit.

The Genites are throwing
everything they've got at them.
The Orca don't stand a...

The Orca didn't stand
a chance, Dylan.

Tyr.

The Genites are streaming away.
Should we plot a pursuit course?

No.

No. Search the wreckage
for survivors.

My preliminary IR sensors
don't detect any survivors.

Search it!

Dylan, it's been three days.

There's no one left alive.

Mr. Harper, you may not
like Tyr, but he is a member
of this crew,

and the High Guard
takes care of its own.

Look, I don't,
I don't dislike Tyr.
Come on.

He's saved my ass dozens
of times. It's just,

he's gone, okay?
We have to accept that.
It's over.

It's not over until
I say it's over! Understood?

So Mr. Harper,

how much longer
do you think we should
keep looking for Tyr?

Until we find him.

Good answer.

What's happening to us, Beka?

First, Rev splits,

and then Trance swaps
with the future Trance,

and now even Tyr's gone.

We don't know that.

Tyr's a survivor.

Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.
If the universe suddenly
imploded in the big crunch,

everybody's money
would be on Tyr surviving it,

because he's invincible,
and when Tyr's on our ship,

we're all invincible.

Hey, maybe that's why
Dylan won't give up
hopelessly looking.

He probably misses
being invincible.

Maybe he just misses
a friend.

It's 2400 hours, again.

That makes day five.

What if we scanned
the Goran system
one more time?

We could,
but the statistical variance

on the eleventh sweep
is somewhere
in the vicinity of...

We've got sensor contact.

Focus active sensors.

What is it?

Dylan, it's Tyr!

Tyr! You're here!
I can't believe it!

You're back, huh?
And your front.

Uh, dismissed.

Are you okay?

Mr. Harper.

You don't seem too happy
to be back, Tyr.

I was a husband
and a father.

Now I'm neither.

They put a gun
to Freya's head,

and they gave me
an ultimatum.

The baby for her life.

But when we looked
at each other...

An understanding, you know?

Everything we did now
was for the child.

Then it was just me
and the matriarch,
who still held my son.

We ran.

There was an explosion.

The matriarch fell.

Her carotid artery

was severed by shrapnel.

Before she died,

the matriarch
handed me my son,

and for the first time,

I held in my arms this...

this huge...

little life.

Mine.

Mine.

You would have
but one goal then, right?
To reach the slipfighter.

I was fired on as I ran,
but I made it.

We reached the slipfighter
and escaped.

The little one never cried.

All through the melee,
he was silent, and I can
remember thinking,

how very valiant
is Tyr Anasazi's son.

But then as I flew,

I realized why he was so...

so still.

I cannot name my feelings then,
nor now,

but I will tell you sir,
because you are my friend,
are you not?

Yes.

Of such joy,

then such...

insufferable sorrow.

I have never experienced
the like in my life,

that I have
no place for it.

I'm sorry, Tyr.

I'm sorry.

Dylan.

Yes.

I knew you'd come.

I knew you wouldn't leave me.

You wanted to talk to me?

Yes, I did.

One thing
is bothering me, Tyr.

That transmission
that gave away your position.

A mistake.

I don't think so.

I think you...

gave away your position
to lure the Genites
to Orca Pride,

then you used the Orcas'
destruction as a screen
while you got your child away.

Then I can't help
but wonder,

what if that deception
hasn't stopped,

and now your son
lives someplace safe,

where he'll grow up
protected, masked by
the false news of his death,

while you sit here and you wait
for that right time
to return and claim him,

and seize the fate
of the Nietzschean people.

I only wish that were true.

So do I.

Was there something else?

Is your son
the Nietzschean messiah?

Now that he's dead,

we'll never know.

DNA comparison
to Drago Museveni.

Match is one hundred percent.

Do not spare your neighbor

Man is something
Which must be overcome