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We say atoms are bound by Weak Attractors.
Why not admit the Truth:
The universe is held together by Love.

Michio Von Kerr, Wayist Physicist
[C.Y. 9942]

- Captain, ah...
- Hang on a second. Rommie, how you holding up?

As well as can be expected. Believe me, having
your brain connected to a black hole is not fun.

It'll be over soon.

I'm counting down the nanoseconds.

I must say, captain, this ship makes
for an extraordinary research platform.

The Andromeda Ascendant's
quantum computer is a marvel.

What a tragedy she's the last of her kind.

It would be nice to have an extra to dissect.
Perhaps after we're done.

Rommie's not a lab rat.

Either way, your assistance here will not go
unnoticed by the Sintii Council of Directors.

They will be sure to see the advantages
of Commonwealth membership knowing that
you and your vessel will be at their disposal.

Anything to help expand
the frontiers of knowledge.

Not expand them...explode them.

We are mapping the wave function of the universe.

Once we succeed,
the possibilities will be endless.

Faster than light communication, predictable
slipstream travel, perhaps even teleportation.

What was that?

The tidal forces from the black hole
are trickier than we expected.

And the information exchange with the singularity
is taking up a lot of my attention.

Which means Andromeda's instantaneous
corrections aren't as instantaneous as usual.

We're all painfully aware of
your AI's limitations, captain.

That's why we only plan to maintain the quantum
interface for another forty-eight hours or so.

Well within your ship's safety limitations.

Well. I can't argue with his math.

Ahhhh, how do you do it?

Do what?

Those Perseids have been playing
the Sonata in E Major on my nerves,

and so far you've managed to not even
raise your voice at them. I'm very impressed.

The Perseids sponsored humanity's entry
into the Commonwealth. They're an important
part of the rebuilding process.

- They're really annoying.
- I like them.

Yeah, but you like everyone. Even people who try
to kill you. ESPECIALLY people who try to kill you.

DYLAN! Hi, I'm Beka Valentine,
your first officer?

Sorry. I just want to get Hohne's blessing for the
new Commonwealth charter, then go away from here.

- I never want to see it again.

That thing didn't just swallow my ship,
it swallowed my life.

Sarah.

I miss you, Sarah.

Come in.

Sarah, we've established orbit.
You should come to command.

You didn't have to come down
here to tell me that, Ismael.

A comm link would've done the trick nicely.

Ah a comm link.

I wish I'd thought of that before I set out
on this long and arduous journey down the corridor.

You are a cold, unfeeling beast
of a man, Captain Khalid.

Marquez did a few tricky turns in slipstream.
That seems to have shaken the last enemy patrol.
So we've got a little time.

Not much.
Your people are nothing if not persistent.

Those traitors aren't my people.

Any Nietzschean who can't figure out that survival
depends on the continued existence of the
Commonwealth doesn't deserve to carry the name.

- I didn't mean to say...
- I know.

Have I thanked you lately
for helping me pull this off?

You don't have to.

We've got a contact.

They must be right on the edge
of the event horizon.

- Time dilation is off the charts.
- Good work, people.

- Twilight, plot Andromeda's orbit.
- Aye.

Marquez, prepare the gravity pods for launch.

Hold tight, Dylan.
We're getting you out of there.

The long night has come

The system Commonwealth, the
greatest civilization was fall

and now one ship, one crew are
about drive back the night,

they'll gush up the light of civilization

on the starship Andromeda hope lives again

.

The test pods are ready.
When can we start?

We're still waiting for the data
from our long-range drones.

Activating the pods will be
like sending up a flare.

So before we deploy them, we need to make sure
there are no hostiles in the system.

You know, it's been a year. You'd think I could
wait patiently for another few hours.

Dylan and I, we shed blood together.

So if we can retrieve him, I'm for it.
But we can't afford mistakes.

I know. It's just...
I can't explain it, but...

I feel him out there, just...just beyond my reach.
It's driving me crazy.

I know the feeling.

If we can reach them, it's worth everything:
the waiting, the risks...

And if I didn't believe in taking risks,
I never would have met Dylan in the first place.

Dr. Riley, I presume?

And you must be Commander Hunt.
I am flattered by the attention.

Thank you.

Khalid. You all right?

Yeah...I slipped.

- Secure the exit.
- Right away.

Five thousand people on this research station,

and only one stubborn enough to stay around
in the middle of a Magog attack.

I can't leave! Not until
my experiment finishes running.

- You mean this?
- Yes.

Well, now it's finished.
We're leaving.

Admiral Stark warned me about you.

Really? And what did she say?

That if I ever met you, I'd end up either
falling in love with you, or killing you.

Ah. I have that effect. Stay close.

Strange, isn't it?

How something as beautiful as a star
could give birth to such ugliness.

It's not ugly, it's just...hungry.
It eats everything that comes near it.

Including your past.

Beka told me you were troubled.

Are you here to give me advice, Rev?

It's what I do.

When I was at the Krishna Mirti Novitiate,
we had a place we called the Shouting Cliffs.

Whenever the Way became too difficult,
we would stand at those cliffs and we would shout

scream out all our frustrations,
desires, hungers all the things
that held us back from our chosen course.

I'm not one for shouting at rocks.

So don't shout. Speak softly.

Record a message to your fianc�e
and send it into the singularity.

Sometimes it's enough just to write the letter,
even when you know no one is going to read it.

Let me guess...Fusion Powered Still.

It's a teleporter. The, uh,
chin-heads built it, but *I* made it work.

And I'm the Vedran Empress.

No, really! It, uh, scans you, destroys you,
transmits you through the projector, and then
rebuilds you from the particles up. Hilarity ensues.

I think Mr. Heisenberg would object.

Hey! You've been doing your homework.
But, uh, no, it's not a problem.

See, uh, let's say we got two particles, ok?
We'll call them Mona and Lisa.

And when they hang out, eventually,
they get to be like twins.

And no matter how far apart the twins travel,
what's true for one is always true for the other.

You got a question about Mona? Just ask Lisa.
She'll tell you anything you wanna know.

- Quantum entanglement.
- Right.

The thing is, Mona and Lisa lie to you 75% of the time,
so you gotta catch 'em. But how? Enter the Perseids.

Their little experiment here with, uh, Rommie and
the black hole is building us a cosmic cheat sheet.

The wave function of the universe.

So, the analysis module peeks at the cheat-sheet,
figures out the lies and squeezes out the truth.

In essence, it builds a map.

And then it rebuilds you, uhhhh...
like a piece of cheap furniture,

only with better instructions.
You don't have to buy now.

- Wait for the demonstration.
- Careful, Harper. That is one of Trance's plants.

- I know, I know.
- She loves them, She gives them names.

Trust in the Harper.
The Harper is good. It goes in here...

...and it comes out there.

I believe she called that one Walter.

Dear Sarah.

In the past few hours, I've tried...

I've tried eleven different ways
to say goodbye to you.

And in the process,
I've discovered something:

I can't.

I miss you, Sarah,

and I think of you every day.

Everything I know about love,
I learned from you.

And even in my darkest moments,
it's...well, it's your love
that gives me the strength to continue.

So no matter what happens, or where I go,
a part of you will be with me.

I love you, Sarah.
I'll always love you.

Dylan?

Uh, Dylan?
We got something freaky going on here.

I'm afraid to ask.

It's all very exciting. We seem to be
receiving a signal from the black hole.

That's impossible.
Nothing comes out of a singularity.

You want impossible? Listen to this.

Dylan, I'm receiving your message.
What's your status?

Can you hear me?

Dylan, I'm receiving your message.
What's your status? Can you...

Sarah. Harper! You get that signal back!
You get it back right now!

There's no way that signal could've come from
Andromeda. She's still frozen in time.

That was Dylan, and we all know it.

Assuming the signal was genuine
and not some kind of trick or trap.

We have to reestablish contact.
Spread the signal over the entire EM spectrum.

Use the communication laser.
Hell, send up smoke signals if you have to.

It's back.

Marquez, clean up the signal.

Unknown ship, are you receiving?

This is Captain Dylan Hunt of the Commonwealth
Starship Andromeda Ascendant.

- Dylan. Dylan, it's Sarah.
- Sarah. My god.

It is you.

I'm on the Starry Wisdom, just outside the singularity,
about a quarter light-second from your position.

What are you doing here?

We've come to rescue you, you big ape.

You're a little late for that,
I th- I think. Uh...

we need to talk. In private.

So, you're sending me a message
from 300 years in the future?

I've been told it's not impossible.
It's just mind-staggeringly unlikely.

Wow.

How did you get here?

What's happened since I've been gone?

We evacuated the institute just before
Tarn Vedra was cut off from the slipstream.

Earth's in ruins. Nietzscheans are everywhere.

For a while after you disappeared, I was lost.

But then I started hearing the stories
about how your ship was trapped.

You might still be alive.

I spent six months putting this crew together.

I called in every favor anyone ever owed us,
and then some, to make it this far.

You mounted this entire rescue
operation in the middle of a war.

You thought I'd just lay a wreath at the High Guard's
Wall of the Fallen and get on with my life?

I'm getting you out of there,
Dylan, and I'm doing it now.

When the pods activate, they'll reduce the attraction
between the singularity and the Andromeda.

Her own momentum will then nudge her
into an escape orbit.

That is crazy.

When we salvaged the Andromeda, she'd had
300years to reach a more favorable orbit.

No. For Sarah's plan to work,
it would take...

...a miracle? Why not?

To call a thing a miracle is just another
way of saying it's highly improbable.

Miracle, shmiracle. All I know is if *my*
main squeeze - assuming I ever get one
wanted to save me from a black hole?

Doomed or not, I wouldn't stand in her way.

Maybe. But we know Sarah's plan didn't work.
If it did, we wouldn't be here right now.

What happened in the past happened.
Dylan wasn't saved. His ship was still here
300 years later when we rescued him.

And nothing Sarah's planning can change that.

All that work, and he's still
not gonna get to first base...

wait a second. Maybe he can.

Call me the love god, baby! Give me an hour,
then tell Dylan to meet me in the hangar deck!

So, Harper, what did you want to show me?

Watch and be amazed.

Three. Two. One.

Ok. You blew up a cali-melon.

Yeah. That's not the impressive part.

This is.

I blew up *that* cali-melon.

You blew up...?

- You sent it into the past.
- You better believe it, baby.

And you were there.
Now do I rule, or do I rule?

Time travel?

Yeah. It's not that hard
when you put your, uh, mind to it.

Just destroy one melon with some,
uh, neato Perseid techo-toys.

Season liberally with some Earth human genius.

Shake it up in your friendly neighborhood singularity,
and reassemble quark by quark. Serves one.

You think you can send me back.

Hey, matter, energy? It's all just information
in the end. We've already sent back a signal.

From there, it's just a matter of scale. HUGE scale!

You make it sound so simple.

Hey, don't knock it till you try it.
It's a one way ticket to love, baby.

Yeah. One-way is right.

That stuff'll stunt your growth, you know?
And make you jumpy.

Sorry. I, uh, should've warned you
before I came. Mea culpa.

You're forgiven.

I don't know if this is better or worse
than a picture on a vidscreen.

Well, I'll have the real thing soon enough.

Sarah, you know this isn't gonna work.

Any reasoning behind that, or are you
just gonna rest on unbridled optimism?

I'm here three hundred years in your future.
Doesn't that tell you anything?

It tells me that you're alive
on that event horizon.

It tells me that you can be saved,
because you have been saved.

This isn't one of those silly holo-dramas
where timelines can be altered at will
and bad things never happen to good people.

The past is the past.
It can't be changed.

You know as well as I do that the math
doesn't completely rule me out.

You might be from an alternate future,
or maybe I can create a divergent
reality one where we're together!

You know, Dylan, I don't care about the physics and
I don't care about the math. I just want you back.

All right. I know that look.
I'm not gonna argue with you.

But if this doesn't work...never mind.

We'll worry about that when we get to it.

Captain on deck!

As you were.

- Good to see you, sir.
- Welcome back, sir.

You heard him, people. We've got
a lot of work to do. Let's get to it.

I'll let you two get reacquainted.

How is she?

Surviving. Barely.

I keep telling her all the constant whirl and
worry are killing her, but she won't hear it.

She doesn't care about anything but you.

If this plan doesn't work,
I'm counting on you to take her someplace safe.

I understand the Than homeworld comes
through the war more or less in one piece.

I'll take care of it.

Ready when you are, Captain.

- Marquez. All ahead, slow.
- Aye.

Deploy the pods.

The pods are in position.

I can't wait to see the look on my face
when you pull me out of there.

Another Dylan.
Whatever would I do with two of you?

- Energize the anti-grav generators.
- Have medical on rescue teams

- Generators energized.
- Teams on standby.

Charge the pods.
And think good thoughts.

She's moving.

Prepare pod salvo two, on my mark.

Sir, I'm detecting another ship coming around
the black hole in a tight orbit.

- Identity?
- Nietzscheans. They're firing on us!

Combat mode!

Defensive fire. EC at the maximum.

It's a stealth fighter, Drago-Kasov pride.
She's making another run.

We've lost contact with the pods.
They're slipping back into the singularity.

- What about the Andromeda?
- She's settling into a new orbit. Damn them!

They waited until the worst
possible moment to hit us.

Let's see what they've got.
Ready missiles.

- Sarah!
- Sarah! Sarah, look out!

Medical team to command now!

Fire control is down, slipstream is off-line,
and we're losing pressure on decks 5 and 6.

- Marquez, deploy counter-measures fore and aft.
- Aye, sir.

You! Administer first aid. Keep the captain
stable until a medical team arrives.

Twilight, do we still have control
of the pods we haven't launched?

- Yes, sir.
- Good. Let's bring it.

Marquez, can you target those pods
to the fighter's position?

They're not designed for warfare.
Their explosive force would be negligible.

- I don't need them to explode.
- Dylan, don't.

We need those pods to free the Andromeda.

You can't free her if you're dead.

I'll reconfigure the fields.

Target lock achieved. Pods away.

Sir, I don't understand. How can the pods
hurt them if our missiles can't?

We're about to make our Nietzschean friends...

...very, very small.

Now.

The singularity's got them.
They're gone.

We've lost the pods.

All stations stand down.

We'll try again.

Andromeda's out of position. It'll be another
twelve hours before we can try again.

- Sarah...
- Don't.

Don't tell me it's not my fault.
Don't say anything at all.

Because you can't make this all better.

Sir, we're picking up a slipstream portal event.
A Nietzschean destroyer!

- ETA.
- Eleven hours. Maybe less.

I was just thinking about the day we met.

The Nietzscheans will be here soon.

You know the Starry Wisdom
can't handle another fight.

You battled a swarm of Magog to save
a person you didn't even know: Me.

Would you please listen?

By the time Andromeda's in position
for you to retrieve her,
the Nietzscheans will be in firing range.

You came after me,
even though it might have killed you.

- So what if I were to come after you.
- Sarah, it won't work.

From where I'm standing, this is ancient history.
You can't change it. What just happened proved that.

Oh, so because I'm not already there with you,
I'm doomed to fail? I'm not convinced!

For all we know,
I could show up on your ship any day now.

And for all we know, you'll die trying.

It's a black hole, Sarah.
It was a fluke that I made it through.
I don't want you taking that risk.

Yeah, well, as far as you're concerned,
I've been dead for 300 years.

No. As far as I'm concerned,
you're still very much alive,

and your life can be a good one.
You don't have to end it here.

I won't grow old without you.

I won't become the old woman

who lost her one true love and lived out
the rest of her days with a broken heart.

Then don't be that woman.
Choose to be someone else.

Oh, I wish I could.

But, see, all I feel is this hole inside me,

and no matter what I do,
it just swallows me up.

There might be a way.

It could kill us both,
but...at least there's a chance.

- A good chance?
- A chance.

Tyr, I need to talk to you.

Rumor has it that you intend to use
the little professor's machine.

It's suicidal.

- I take it you don't approve.
- On the contrary.

Genetic propagation is one of the few
endeavors worth the risk of death.

Now, assume that this kills you.

What will happen to this ship?

Tactful, as always. Beka takes command.
No question.

But a ship like this one, manned by a skeleton
crew of cargo-runners and salvagers...

I want you to stay.
I want you to protect them.

And what possible reason
would I have for doing that?

Because they need you.

You say that as though you actually
believe it means something to me.

Doesn't it?

Allow me to introduce myself:
Seamus Zelazney Harper, SoooOoper Genius!

So, one of them made it.
Out of how many attempts?

Oh, the deck drips with the guts
of the unworthy, but behold:

I have given life and form to the first
time-traveling fruit in the history of the universe!

So, uh, what's the plan?
We engrave "Trance" on Dylan's forehead?

Couldn't hurt. In fact, he might look kind of cute.
Let's see. We send him back into the past.

He gives Sarah a signal booster.

I lock onto Sarah without losing my bead on him,
and I bring them both back.

On the one hand, it's no more difficult than,
uh, teleporting a plant across the room

WHICH, by the way, I can now do with a
success rate of One Hundred Percent!

And on the other hand, it's, uh....

Oh, who am I kidding? I have a fifty percent
chance, at best, of pulling this off.

And if it doesn't work?

Melon guts.

This is not your best idea.

I know the odds: fifty/fifty.
I can live with that.

Can your crew live with that?
And what about your mission?

You're the only hope for bringing
the known worlds back from chaos.

This is bigger than you, Dylan.
You have to be objective.

When I touch you, do you feel me?

Or do you measure the pressure of my fingers against
your skin? When I speak, do you hear my voice,

or do you interpret an acoustic wave?
I can't be objective about this. I'm not a machine.

- You have to think about the Commonwealth.
- Sarah is my Commonwealth.

I can stop you, you know.

I can break the connection with the singularity,
leave orbit, and cut the cord.

Yes, you can. But you won't.

This is the signal booster.

Give it to Sarah and I should be able to snag her...
I mean, bring her back. I hope.

I must say, the prospect of tearing you apart
particle by particle and reassembling you on a ship

three hundred years in the past is quite exhilarating.
We admire your devotion to science.

- We do what we have to do.
- Of course.

You have pulled some real knee-slappers before,
but this has gotta be the queen mother.

If you want to talk me out of this,
take a number. The line starts behind Rommie.

Oh, no, that's ok. We both know you're
completely impervious to reason.

I just wanted to tell you that killing yourself,
like a love-sick schoolboy is not the
kind of thing that impresses people.

You know it's not as simple as that.

Right. It isn't.

The truth is, you feel guilty.
You survived the war, and Sarah didn't.

Well join the club.
All of us feel guilty for something, Dylan.

It's called life. It hurts.
It isn't fair. That's not a reason to die.

Let me be clear.

I'm coming back!

Let's do this.

Away we go.

The betting window is now closed.

Hi.

- That was quite an entrance.
- It's, uh, better with a marching band.

Battle stations.

How's that for perfect timing?

Dylan, we're taking heavy enemy fire!

- I'm well aware of that, Rommie.
- No, I mean I'm taking fire *here*. In the...future.

You've got to be kidding me.

The Drago-Kasov came out of nowhere.

That Magog thinks the Nietzscheans fighting you must
have left attack orders for their descendants.

Now, I don't know, Dylan, perhaps they detected
the Wisdom's connection to the future,
or learned about it later. Either way, they're here.

- And that's not the worst of it.
- Talk to me.

I can't keep up with it all. That Perseid experiment
is still consuming most of my systems' resources.

It's like we're fighting in quicksand.

- Then maybe we need to stop the experiment.
- If we do that, you'll be stuck in the past.

Tyr, you know what to do. Do it. Out.

We took a direct hit on Deck 5.

- The traitors have us outgunned.
- What about the Andromeda?

Ah, there's no way we can free her now.
The best we can do is give her a gentle nudge.

Maybe that's enough.

If you're thinking of cutting him off
and bugging out, I wouldn't.

He's worth more alive than dead.
To both of us. Can we get to work, here?

Ready?

We're using the singularity's gravity to warp
the transmission. It should make it look like
the signal's coming from the Andromeda.

- Twilight, begin transmission.
- Yes, sir.

Attention hostile vessel.

This is Captain Dylan Hunt of the Systems
Commonwealth Starship Andromeda Ascendant.

Withdraw or be destroyed.

Transmission Ended.

The antigrav pods are energized.
On your mark.

Go.

Hope he knows what he's doing.

Come on, Bek. He's only piloting 3 fighter
squads while we sit here and do nothing.
What could be so difficult about that?

Ok, let's hit them with a feint
and pray they buy it.

Missiles away.

The Andromeda is moving.

Now we see if they take the bait.

The Nietzscheans took out
our entire missile barrage.

They're coming right at us!

Well, why wouldn't they?
We're a sitting duck.

Now, so are they.

Welcome to my ambush.

They're buying it.
They're vectoring off.

Maintain battle stations.

- Plot a course out of the system.
- Yes, sir.

- You got a minute?
- Sure. What do ya...?

Hold that thought. Twilight, can you
connect me to the Andromeda?

Connecting.

- Harper.
- Yo.

- Let's do this.
- You got it.

I know we've already been through this,
but it's been a while.

A signal booster?
You're taking me with you?

I'm thinking we can skip a formal wedding.
Let's just elope.

Sounds perfect.

Khalid,

- I thank you.
- No thanks necessary.

- Harper, now.
- It's magic time.

- Harper...
- I got it, I got it. No problem.

- What's happening?
- I don't know.

There's too much data.
The stupid IS System won't hold it all.

I can't do it.

You mean we're stuck here?

Just Sarah. I can pull you back.

I stored most of your data, but I can't
process the information from the booster.

I'll lose her, Dylan. She'll die.

Harper, we've got more Nietzscheans incoming,
and the Andromeda's having trouble
maintaining connection to the singularity.

If you're gonna bring Dylan back,
it has to be now.

I'm sorry, boss.

Just give me one minute.
If you don't hear from me, you leave.

- Dylan, we don't have...
- One minute!

Clear the deck!

Now what

I'm not giving up on this, Dylan.
Not when we've come this far.

- Let's try again. Maybe it'll work.
- I won't let you die.

- Not for me, not for anything.
- But you won't stay with me here, will you?

If I go back, I've got a chance
to restore the Commonwealth.

But if I stay,
civilization will still fall.

No matter what I do, the Dark Ages
will still last for 300years.

You won't make a difference to anyone but me.

The Commonwealth is more
important than either one of us.

You can't change the future
by living in the past.

Although it certainly would be
nice to have you around.

I wish that were enough.

If it were, you wouldn't be
the man I fell in love with.

You came back for me.
You risked everything.

- But I failed.
- No. No.

No, you saved me.
You always do.

We had our time together.
This isn't your time anymore.

I love you.

Harper, take me back.

I love you.

Welcome back.

Captain Hunt.

Captain, that was incredible.
A brilliant advance for science.

Yes. The Sintii Council will be
very pleased...very, very pleased.

- Will you please leave him alone?
- Harper, I need your status!

Tyr, I'm back. Take us out.

The Sintii government is very pleased with us.
They're going to sign the charter

the first world to agree
to a restored Commonwealth.

Score one for the good guys.

Harper wants to throw a party, but I told him
it might be inappropriate, given the circumstances.

No. No, not at all.
The crew's worked hard for this moment.

They deserve a little celebration,
don't you think?

Yes. And I'm glad you think so, too.

Dylan, about Sarah...

You figured out what happened
to the Starry Wisdom?

No, not yet.
But I do know this:

Sarah may not have been able
to pull us from the black hole,

but whatever she did

changed our orbit enough for the Eureka Maru
to finish the job 300years later.

If she hadn't come along...

...we'd still be stuck
inside the event horizon.

She saved you after all.

Isn't that what people
who love each other do?

synchro : jrzac

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