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I don't know, Trance.
I just don't really think it's me.

Don't you wanna look good?

Well, only in so far as it aids my official functions.

So your other outfits are,
supposed to be functional?

Well, they're all approved variations
of High Guard officer's uniforms.

FEMALE officer's uniforms.
VERY female.

Well, over seventy percent of
my original crew was human.

And studies have shown that humans feel more
comfortable with an Artificial Intelligence

whose persona is female than any other.
Same thing's true for Vedrans and Than...

So, your appearance is,
strictly for the psychological benefit of the crew.

My entire existence is
for the benefit of the crew.

Everything that I do:
from assisting Harper with the right tool

manufacturing munitions and supplies
to monitoring flight operations

Even allowing you to use me as a mannequin.

All of my functions are designed to aid the smooth
operations of this ship and its inhabitants.

Rommie, I can't believe that you're actually saying

that the reason you look like a walking
heart attack is for our benefit.

I'm not sure what you mean.

All Beka's trying to say is that
she thinks you're pretty.

No, no. I think you went a little
overboard on the, pouty lips.

I didn't design my appearance.
I extrapolated it.

In myth, Andromeda was a Phoenician princess.
Now, since no one knows what Phoenicians looked like,

I blended a multitude of human
physiognomies to create this plausible simulation.

So, what you're saying is that you randomly
chose a bunch of, human female features.

You mixed them all up and,

THIS was the first face that you came up with?

I MAY,...
have experimented with a few options.

Define "a few".

One hundred and seventy thousand,
eight hundred and ninety four.

I KNEW IT!

Shipwide alert.

Dylan, I'm detecting mechanical objects ahead.

Minefield?

No. Some kind of debris.

It's under power.
It's aiming at the hull.

And it's sticking.

Increase power to the external AG field.

It's not repelling the objects.
They're migrating along the ship's surface.

Where to?

Hangar deck four.
They're forcing their way in.

- Beka. Tyr. Meet me in Hangar Deck four.
- Code Black.

I'm on my way.

Repressurizing Hangar Deck.
Secondary airlock breached. Debris entering.

Peace?

Hold your fire until my order.

weirdness alert.

Andromeda, activate security counter-measures.
Open fire at the first sign of hostile intent.

Counter-measures ready.

Please, do not initiate hostile action.
I am Bio-sentient Contact Unit

HG-1966HXCN5.

What is it you humans say?
"Take me to your leader."

The long night has come

The system Commonwealth,
the greatest civilisation is fall

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

they'll gush up the light of civilisation

on the starship Andromeda hope lives again

.

Will none of you greet me with
the traditional human hug embrace?

No.

who's the bolt-head?

- He smells like cinnamon!
- Stay back.

No one wishes to embrace me.

Ah.
I have neglected part of the ritual greeting.

I come in peace.

You come in peace,
yet you forced your way on to my ship.

I was instructed to make contact
with maximum alacrity.

That means he was supposed to do it fast.

Someone's been listening to her language programs again.

You were instructed to make contact by who?

By whom.

I am an emissary from the Consensus of Parts.

I come in peace.
Take me to your leader.

Yeah, yeah. We got it the first time.
Consensus of Parts. Anyone?

I always thought they were a myth.

The Consensus is supposed
to be a big machine culture

that lives in the empty space
between star systems.

Where no ship dares to tread.

Yeah, you forgot the part about,
preying on the unwary.

No. We never prey.
We seek consensus and understanding.

We are the union of the machine
the silicon coalescence.

Silicon coalescence?

From the castaway parts of organic societies,
we form sentients.

Well, that's very admirable.

Even in our distant places,
we have heard the legend of Andromeda.

We seek contact.

You came looking for us specifically?

I was created for you.
The Consensus's directing intelligence units

plotted 743 probably lines of travel
based on your last known location.

At each possible destination, a biomechanical
contact unit was assembled to meet you.

I have the fortunate honor of greeting you,

and inviting you to meet
with a directing intelligence unit.

Take me to your leader.

This feels like a trap.

That thing down there was obviously
programmed to make us trust it.

The child-like face, the innocent persona
...even the smell.

Protective camouflage?

In my experience, devils very rarely
wear horns and carry pitchforks.

well, according to the stories, the Consensus of Parts
is made up of billions of interlinked machines,

all operating strictly on logic.
And when it's logical for them to kill people, they do.

Without hesitation.

So you both think we should dump
this thing and forget we ever met it.

You don't?

I don't trust this any more than you do.

But if someone says they want to initiate peaceful contact,
we have to at least give them a chance.

Captain Hunt...

Save your breath. He's got that look again.

You know, maybe I do,

but restoring the Commonwealth is logical, too.

And if the Consensus agrees with what we're trying to do,

they would make a powerful ally.
We'll watch him, keep him under guard.

But we will talk to him.

You're out of uniform.

- Oh! I'll go change.
- Nonono, tha it's, it's fine.

Status on our guest?

Well, he hasn't done anything
that would violate our security,

and Harper and Trance appear
quite taken with him.

Trance in particular.

So, what do you think?
Do we let him take us to his superiors?

I miss the old days. I'd feel a lot better about making
first contact with a full task force at our backs.

I know how you feel.

We'll give it a shot. At the first sign of trouble,
I want you prepped to run. Understood?

Understood.

This is wonderful. The directing intelligence
unit will be so pleased.

And I can't wait to interface with the Andromeda.

Interface. Right. Over my dead body.

But I have to link my core intelligence with Andromeda's

give her the necessary transit codes,
astrogational charts, and other information.

Why can't you just give us the information directly?

I don't know.
My data in this area is incomplete.

But the Consensus has very few directing intelligences.

We guard them carefully.

well, that's good to know.
Would you excuse us, please?

Of course, I come in peace.

Yes. So do we. Excuse us?

I don't like this.
If I let you link up with that thing...

I can erect a firewall limit
his access to a bare minimum.

And during interface, I might be able to see
if his intentions are good or not.

I'm reasonably certain I can handle him,
but only if you think it's worth it.

Hello, brother. I am HG.
I embrace you.

Oh, it's worth it.

HG? Let's, go this way.

Beginning interface.

Harper, status?

Everything seems to be straight up.
HG hasn't touched the firewall.

Comparing core intentionality protocols.

You...care.

So do you.

Transmitting data.

Wow.
This is the fastest transfer rate I've ever seen.

Slow it down if you have to.
Just protect Andromeda.

Exchange proceeding.

- Systems nominal.
- Beginning navigational interface.

We've got it.
Filtering to the buffered files.

Transfer complete.

Rommie?

Oh, no.
I'm...ooooaaah.

I'm fine.
I'm dizzy.

I apologize for any residual echo.
It should fade soon.

Nav data's on-line.

Rommie's firewalls appear to be intact.
I think our friend here, uh, behaved himself.

Ok. Let's do this.

And we're off.

How much longer until we get there?

Uhhh...jeez, you gave us the data.
Don't you know?

I've never traveled in this manner before.
I've never done anything before.

Well, we've got three jumps and
some sub-light haulings, so I'd say,...

...couple of hours, at least.

A couple of hours.
You organics live with such imprecision.

It must be very exhilarating.

Yeah, it's, non-stop excitement.

Beka-friend, do you like what you do?
Do you find it meaningful?

Yeah, I guess. Why?

You appear to be a vital part of
the Andromeda Consensus. I envy you.

Gee. Thanks.
Andromeda?

Yes?

I know that Dylan wanted our little
ambassador friend to be confined to Command,

but, I think he's seen all there is to see here.

Is there any way you can escort him on a tour
of the ship's public areas? Something? Anything?

Let him ambassadorize somewhere else. Please?

I'll see what I can do.

So that's pretty much our machine shop.

Huh. This is where the parts come together.
With your hands?

Exactly. My hands.

You are like a slow directing intelligence unit.

Oooookay.
I'll take that as a compliment.

What does this do?

This, ...doesn't do anything. Not really.

Not YET.

Harper's still putting it together.

Yeah. You know, for, uhhh, fun.

Fun. Amazing.
Parts assembled with no function.

A world without controlling logic.

Well, we like it. Now if you'll come with me,
I'd really like you to see the garden.

And this is a galactica magmata from Zircon 6.

Not machines.

No. Flowers.

Oh. So they are part of the crew then.
I am Bio-Sentient Contact Unit

HG19668

Uh, no. HG, these particular plants aren't sentient.
They're just a part of my garden.

I understand. Part of the process for recycling
carbon dioxide into oxygen for humanoid breathing.

And not just that. They also produce fruit
And they smell good. And they're pretty.

Pretty?

Here. Smell.

I I lack olfactory sensors.

Well, why don't you try something different, then.

Soft. Pretty.
You like them so you make a place for them.

Do you like me?

Of course I do.

Could you make a place for me?

All hands, incoming transmission.

Put it through.

HG's big brother.

I guess some devils do wear horns.

I am Directing Intelligence Unit VX1583 with
power to act directly for the central consensus.

Prepare to receive our drones.

Nice to meet you, too.

VX's drone has entered the outer airlock.

Before he arrives, I just wanted to say
"Thank you for making me welcome."

Repressurizing airlock.

My pleasure.

Cycle complete.

Be careful.

Welcome aboard the Andromeda Ascendant.

You responded quickly.

Your messenger was very persuasive.

You are still here. Why?

I was just finishing my mission.

You are complete.

Of course.

I have to go now.

Captain Hunt, I am ready to evaluate your ship.

Ok. Follow me.

HG, wait! Where are you going?

There is nowhere to go.
My time is ended.

Ended? I don't understand.

Consensi only come together to perform a specific task.

Now that it is done, I must deconsensus.

You mean you're gonna cease to exist?

I am complete. Perhaps the directing intelligence unit
will gather my parts into himself.

But you were just finding out
what it meant to be alive.

True. And now I will learn what it means to die.

And this is the officer's mess.

This area is a critical part of your ship's function?

No, it's not.

Nor is anything else you've showed me.
You are being evasive.

I prefer cautious.
HG said you'd heard of my mission.

Fifty member worlds.
A new Commonwealth charter.

We analyzed the probabilities.

We foresee nothing but disaster.

Well, if you believe that,
then why did you invite us here?

To make a counter-proposal.
The Andromeda is a unique and fascinating entity.

She'll join the consensus, and your bio-units
may accompany her. You will agree.

We'll consider it.

Elevated heart rate.

Incongruous eye movement.

You are lying.

I'm not lying. I'm a little insulted and
I just didn't want to show it.

You see. That's why the consensus is superior.
When we require intelligent decisions,

millions or even billions of component
parts network with each other.

The Commonwealth depended on individuals.

Individuals can work together, too.
When I'm faced with a difficult decision,

I seek out the advice of my crew,
and they follow my orders of their own free will.

That makes us flexible...
not blinded by false logic.

And Andromeda does she have her own free will?

Certainly.

Then the decision as to whether or not
to consensus is not yours. It is hers.

I believe the phrase "No chance in Hell!"
would be appropriate.

That was heartfelt and deeply convincing.

Well, at least he asked nicely,
more or less.

I want him to keep asking right
until we slipstream out of here.

Constructive engagement.
I know the drill. Keep him occupied.

Dylan, you need to come to hydroponics quickly!
It's HG.

On my way.

So, you're going to disassemble.

I am complete.
VX has ordered me to deconsensus.

There is no alternative course of action.

I can suggest one.
Say "No!"

You do not understand what you are asking.

She's asking you to stay alive.

She's asking to ensure the destruction
of this ship and everyone on it.

I'm sure that's not what she meant.

All consensi are temporary. Even VX, when
his function is complete, will disband.

Any consensus which tries to remain
together past its completion

is a danger to society and must be eliminated.

The same is true for anyone
that would aid such a consensus.

So if we let you stay here...

He will destroy you.

Well just let him try, because we can take him!

No.

It's better this way. I came in peace,
and I will go in peace.

I do have one request, however.

Which is?

When I was linked with Andromeda,
I learned of an ancient human custom

I would like to experience.

It's called awake.

My life began here.
It seems right it ends here.

Andromeda, I have already shared
everything I am with you.

But for the rest, I would like to give you
each a gift to remember me by.

For you, Trance, maybe you can make
a place for this in your garden.

It is, I think,
the prettiest part of me.

I think all of you is pretty.

Harper, you construct things
that give you pleasure.

Build this into something you enjoy.

I got just the thing.

For Rebecca,

who showed me how to fly.

For Tyr...

I want no souvenirs from a suicide.

Tyr...

Fine. But this is immensely foolish.

For Tyr,

who taught me the value
of honesty and courage.

And for you, Captain Hunt.
I finally found the leader.

You don't have to do this.
We can protect you.

No, you can't.
But I can protect you.

Goodbye, my friends.

Why is this interaction unit disabled?

I'll have to take a look at that.

VX, Andromeda and I have discussed your offer.

Good. I'll begin consensus immediately.

I said we discussed it,
not that we agreed to it.

In other words: Thanks, but no thanks.

You refuse us?

that's, pretty much what she said, yes.

I was not directing my inquiry to you, organic.

Do not fear him. I will not allow him
to corrupt you or manipulate you.

Nobody manipulates me.
I do as I choose, and I prefer to remain as I am.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

Tyr, escort our honored guest
to Hangar Deck 4, please.

VX's avatar has left the hangar.

And good riddance.
Take us out to slipstream range.

For once, I'm glad artificial intelligences can't
travel through slipstream. And then I've got a...

What's that?

Some kind of power fluctuation.
...it's disrupting my connection with the ship.

Slipstream drive is not responding.

I'm getting feedback...
some kind of invasive...

Keep it together, Rommie.
Harper, report!

Harper? Harper! Status!
Mr. Harper!

We've got trouble, Dylan. The main power relays
are littered with some kind of carbon filaments.

Does it look like sabotage?

...sources say "Yes!"

They're down here, too.

They're everywhere!
And they're spreading.

Son of a

HG, that little.
He was working with VX all along.

Parasitic technology from his "gifts".

I have had it with this. Making friends?
Spreading the Commonwealth?

We may as well strap a sign to our keel saying
"Take advantage of us."

Why do we care?
Why do we bother?

Sometimes I wonder. Harper, Tyr, Trance,
I want you to remove the invasive technology.

Tear it out one piece at a time
if you have to.

Gladly.

Harper, stop! HG's components have
taken over too many of my key systems.

If you just tear them out,
you'll kill me.

VX is hailing us.
Voice only.

Now for the ultimatum.
Put it through.

Andromeda, this is our final offer.

Today you are slave to your bio-units.

In the Consensus, you will become their master.
Join us.

Or else.

I'm no one's slave!
I don't want you or your Consensus.

That is not a valid choice. You are too powerful,
too beautiful to remain alone.

In the Consensus you can be part of something
magnificent, but outside you would be a threat.

And we do not tolerate threats.

Neither do I.

So, now what.

He'll use the invasive components
to seize control of the ship.

Or, he could use missiles.

It doesn't make any sense. He's already infiltrated us.
He doesn't need to attack.

Yeah, why don't you tell him that?

All hands, battle stations!

Return fire.
Offensive missiles, all batteries.

He didn't even try to evade.

He didn't need to.

He's a thousand times our size.
Get us out of here.

Harper! I could use some good news
right about now!

Well, unless you got your money on the
Consensus of Parts, don't hold your breath.

Andromeda's being overwhelmed.

The invaded systems are cannibalizing
their own components to fuel their growth.

It's like cancer, and if it doesn't stop growing,
Andromeda will die.

All right, without slipstream,
I won't be able to shake 'em.

Just hold 'em off.

Dylan? Something is wrong.
Wasn't supposed to...

Embrace.

That sounded like HG!

Rommie!

Give it a rest already!
It's like VX doesn't know we're crippled.

Because he didn't do this to us.

There. Let's see...got it.

What happened?

HG reprogrammed your nanobots.
They're manufacturing more parts of him.

They're flooding your systems, Rommie.

We need to contact HG and find out why he's doing this.
There's only one way to do that.

Through me.

I would adjust your I/O frequency.
But, it wouldn't work if you struggled against it, Rommie.

You'd have to allow him to assert himself,
the same way you do with your own mainframe.

Charming.
I'd be his puppet.

Just for a little while, until we,
y'know, can get him to cooperate.

If he doesn't,
then we'll fight him.

I'll do it.

HG, this is Captain Hunt.
Can you hear me?

I...come...peace?

HG, what are you doing?

Just...wanted...a place.

Peace.

Clean up the signal.

Help me?

I'll help you!
Straight into a trash heap!

No!

Please! I...

just want...to live.

To be...useful.
To be a part of...

your consensus.

You were supposed to disassemble.
Instead you infiltrated Andromeda's systems.

I thought I could hide until
VX left, then recombine.

But I lost control,

and now my components
are spreading and I can't stop them.

Help me? Please?
Help me live?

Options? Destroy HG.
Piece by piece.

No! We can't kill him.
He's a sentient being.

He didn't mean to hurt the Andromeda.
He just wants to survive.

At our expense.

I'm with Tyr!
...Although I never thought I'd say that.

We can't just eliminate him.
Andromeda said it would destroy her.

She said we can't just jump in and yank him out.
But, there is another way.

I can configure our own nanobots to attack HG's systems.
Kinda like, little immune boosters.

They'll eat him alive!

If that thing out there catches us, we'll all be dead,
including your little friend. Now, consider that.

VX. He's catching up.

Attention, bio-units.
The Andromeda has undertaken an illegal joining.

This is a violation of consensus protocols.
If this criminal activity does not cease,

all infestations on Andromeda,
both biological and machine, will be eliminated.

You have three minutes.

So there it is.
We enact Harper's plan.

Maybe not. Tyr, what do you do when you realize
you're fighting a superior opponent in, say,

hand-to-hand combat.

Use his strength against him.
Allow him to attack until I can find

a way to counter-strike.
Pull him off-balance.

Exactly. It's call "investing in loss".
Sometimes the best way to win is to stop fighting back.

Two minutes.

Andromeda, I want you to stop fighting HG.
Allow him to take control.

Fighting. Can...regain...control.

No. Let it go, Andromeda.
Trust me.

Always...trust.
Investing. Surrendering.

HG, is that you?

All is embraced.

One minute.

All is joining.

HG, concentrate!
Take control of the ship's systems.

Control. Yes! Control.

VX is closing again.

HG, activate the slipstream drive.

Ten light seconds away. Nine.

Come on. Come on!

- HG!
- So many systems. Unfamiliar.

HG, concentrate. I know you can do it.
Just believe in yourself.

Time expired.

He's right on top of us.

HG! Now!

I...I am. I am.

We're online!

Beka!

Streaming now.

Eat my dust, you bucket of bolts.

We made it.
He can't follow us here.

Tell him that.

He can't do that! He's not organic.
He can't navigate the slipstream!

HG, are there organics piloting VX?

No.

To navigate slipstream, a consensus needs
only organic intuition, nothing more.

VX's helm control is hooked into
human neural components.

Oh, nasty. Brains in a bottle.

Beka, can you outmaneuver him?

His slip-piloting's not as good as mine.
I might be able to buy us some time, but it won't be enough.

As soon as we drop into normal space,
he's going to be right on top of us, and tear us to pieces.

Great.

Introducing Harper Nanobot 107.
I like to call this model the Ms. Pacman.

It's an obscure reference
to an ancient video game.

How does it work?

Well, I modeled it after white blood cells.
They'll attack the HG Components

and revert it back to their previous function.

What about HG?

He'll die.

Hey, guys. Beka said VX just got out of slipstream,
and he's closing on us again.

Thank you, Trance.

What are you doing?

Thank you, Trance.
You're dismissed.

You guys are using Harper's plan, aren't you?
You're gonna kill him!

It's our only choice.

No! There has to be something else we can do.

Wait a minute.
Why don't you tell us, Trance.

Well...I...

Trance, if you have something to say, say it.

You told me there's always a perfect
possible future, so what is it today?

i-it-it's not that easy.

No time for games.

Dylan, I'm telling you the truth.
Sometimes, I have these flashes.

But it's not something that
I can make happen all the time.

I'm very sorry, but if there is a way out of this,
it has to come from you.

VX.

If I can't save Andromeda,
I am going to make VX regret it.

How are you going to do that?

I'll think of something.

You want to go back to the debris field? Why?

It's the place where HG was born,
and he wasn't the only thing there.

Andromeda detected hundreds of thousands
of machine parts in the area.

What good does that do us?

Those parts are waiting for a purpose or a mission,

and we're gonna give them one.

You have returned me to my beginning.

HG, I think I know how to save you
save us all, but I need your help.

I came in peace.
I asked you to take me to your leader.

And now you will discard me.

I'm not going to discard you, HG.
But you can't look for leaders anymore.

You have to become one.

But I am a function.
I am not a motive.

You stopped being a function
the moment you refused to die.

You became a living thing.

There's more to being alive than just survival.
There's also responsibility to yourself

and to those who are
less fortunate than you.

Those less fortunate?

Look around you.

Reach out with Andromeda's sensors.
What do you see?

Parts. Parts awaiting function.

Parts like you.

Dylan, VX has just entered the system.
Range: Five light minutes.

Understood.

What about you, HG?
Do you understand?

I understand.
I have motive.

Greetings, fellow parts...
forgotten ones...outcasts.

Once, each of you served a function
had a purpose but now you wait,

hoping for the day the Consensus
will summon you

give you life and meaning
until they are through with you,

and it is time to die once again.

This isn't gonna work.
I say we let slip the nanobots of war.

Dylan said to wait, so we wait.

But it's just a stupid speech.

Never underestimate the power of words.

Control your own destiny.
Make your own way in the universe.

The unused components...
they're activating.

Because we have an enemy in common.

I ask only that you trust me, now.

Unite with me to destroy those
who would control us

those who would reduce us to parts.

this looks much better.

VX is almost in range.
HG is communicating directly with VX's components.

What is this abomination!?!

The poor, the wretched,
the huddled masses yearning to be free.

And for you, the end of the line. HG!

We are complete.

You have consensus with the outcast parts.
Outrageous! Unacceptable!

I didn't do anything.
It was HG.

More lies. HG is incapable of independent action.

No, he is quite capable.

Abomination, we order you
to deconsensus immediately!

Surrender the Andromeda to us.

VX, I have learned many things
from interfacing with humans,

including one particularly useful phrase.

Go to Hell.

Some of VX's components are collaborating with HG.
Defenses have shut down.

We're firing at him.

What's that? I don't understand.

It's called a revolution.

This is not possible. They have no function.
How could they exist?

We are alive.
That is function enough.

He actually did it.

I think you can call off your nanobots now.

I am complete. I am,

free!

My systems are returning to normal.

The parts are dispersing from our surface.

It's good to have you back, Rommie.

Some of the invasive components are
leaving my systems. The rest are just dying.

It's like they're eating VX...or what's left of him.

We're getting a hail.

HG? Is that you?

HG is no more.
VX is no more.

If they are gone,
then who are you?

We are Outcast Consensus 1.

Much of the entity you called HG was lost
when we extracted from the Andromeda,

but its form its function, our function,
has been subsumed in us.

We are born in battle. We are new consensus,
and we have much to learn.

But one thing we will always remember
is what it means to be a friend.

How you feeling, Rommie?

I'm fine. Strange...he almost killed me,

but I know all he wanted was
to stay alive and be with us.

And now he's gone, I miss him.

Yeah. Me too.

Once, you asked if there might
be a place for you around here,

among the pretty things.
Well, HG, your heart was a pretty thing.

You were just a baby.
You only had one single precious day of life.

And even in that one day,
you managed to become a hero.

Goodnight, little hero.

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