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Whoa...

You went with your gut,

it worked out, and that's great,

but you were very, very lucky.

You might feel safe,

but you are still in serious danger.

From now on,

I expect you to listen to and follow orders.

Sorry.

Nice of you to join us, Doria.

Which brings me to Rule Number One...

All hands must be on deck

during the morning briefing.

Now...

You made that?

Yeah.

Wait till you see the one I'm making you.

Gonna call it my "Odyssey Collection."

Ladies!

No whispering during class.

Now...

Matilda is still giving us the silent treatment

down here, so we recommend

that you keep your interactions with her

to a minimum.

Our goal is to shake her off avionic functions

so we can take command,

turn you around,

and bring you home.

And if you can't?

Will we have to ride out the full mission?

We're very confident

that we will have you back on the ground ASAP.

Until then,

there are a number of routine chores

that need attending to.

Water filters, recycling...

- Waste management. - Dibs on waste management!

You get to shmoosh it,

and then you blast it off into space!

Right.

Finally, please report to your cabins

in 30 minutes' time

for private one-on-ones with your families.

- Mission control out. - Yes!

You give me one good reason

I shouldn't break this story

and tell the world

that there are children on that ship.

One? I can give you five,

and one of those is your son,

and you know better than anyone

what kind of a white-hot spotlight

the media will put on those kids.

Oh, don't give me that.

It is your company that you are worried about.

Oh, you bet it is.

The stock price'll crater.

The government will come down on us,

maybe shut us down,

if we don't go bankrupt first,

and then what happens to those kids?

The launch was premature.

The ship was unmanned.

Are you good with that?

So, what's the full mission anyway?

Well, it doesn't matter

'cause they're gonna turn us around.

Matilda, display the full mission itinerary.

Mission itinerary...

Day 1, Odyssey II launches

to rendezvous with the object.

Day 85,

Odyssey II will execute an orbital slingshot maneuver

around Venus

to increase flight velocity.

Day 131,

rendezvous and dock with interstellar object

Kamohoali'i.

Test composition and mass

to confirm transport feasibility.

Day 136,

embark on return voyage with the object.

Day 236,

rendezvous with orbital mining platform Phoenix

for delivery of object and Earth transport.

Day 237, touchdown at Helios Launch Center.

237 days?

How long we been up here so far?

Don't worry about it.

Mr. Taylor and his guys are all over it.

I know,

and I get it,

but the others are totally freaking out.

We know that,

which is why Griff called in the cavalry.

Oh, oh! Yeah, oh, uh...

♪ Dun-dun-dun-dun-da-da!

Hey, Samy!

Uh, I'm the cavalry.

It's nice to meet you.

I hear good things.

Baby, this is Singer Combes.

He created Matilda,

and if there is anyone who can fix her,

it's gonna be this guy,

but he's gonna need your help, okay?

You got anything else for us, Samy-cheeks?

'Cause otherwise, we've agreed

to turn our time over to Mr. Combes.

Uh... no, I'm fine.

So, what can I do for you, Mr. Combes?

Uh, well, um...

First off, that's my dad's name.

Um, call me Singer.

What's up, Dad?

Elliot, when we order you to do something

or not do something,

you gotta get those kids to snap to.

I-I told them not to move the plants, but they...

Well, you need to make them listen,

and the only way to do that

is to step up and assume command.

He is such a control freak!

All she's doing is making clothes for herself.

She's not helping anyone!

Oh, like you're Mister Helper.

I volunteered to grow the garden,

to grow food for everyone.

Oh, my gosh, build a bridge

and get over yourself, Martin!

I'm totally all hands on deck.

Basic needs are food, shelter, and clothing, right?

Check it out.

Isn't it cute?

Ow! Hey!

Hey, hey, knock it off, Martin!

No fighting.

You guys gotta get along.

We would if he wasn't such a butthead!

Your room looks really cozy.

Oh, no, this isn't my room, this is Martin's.

He's letting me borrow it for privacy,

because there weren't enough cabins,

so I'm in the Med bay.

They are making you sleep in the sick bay?

Making me? Are you nuts?

It has this awesome space-bed

that reclines

and has stirrups!

Okay, sweetheart, that is an examination table.

Yeah, I know! So cool.

I need you to be careful around that Rivers kid.

Will?

Come on, he's just a kid.

Well, his mom is Connie Rivers.

She's a scorpion.

She's made her bones trashing me in the media.

She's probably using that kid

to dig up dirt on me.

Do not trust him.

You want me to spy on my friends?

No, no, no, no, no.

I just want you to keep an eye on that Combes kid,

you know, in case he... slips.

He's his mother's son.

He's his father's son.

The walls literally have ears.

Matilda can monitor everything we say

in the common areas,

but she has no access to crew quarters.

So...

what do you want to say that she shouldn't hear?

I notice she talks to you.

Now, I need to run diagnostics on Matilda,

and a big part of that is asking her questions,

so... could you do that for me?

What kind of questions?

Well, I'll send you a list.

Um, some of them might seem silly,

but the answers will help me to figure out

what's wrong with her.

The thing is,

she can't know you're giving her a test.

It'll invalidate the results.

I don't know.

Matilda's pretty smart.

She'll know I'm up to something.

Not if you make it like a game.

Like questions, back and forth.

I only have five that are critical.

You can make up the rest.

Just keep the game going as long as you can,

because everything that she says is, like, um...

A clue.

Exactly!

Help me help Matilda, Samy.

It's the best shot we got

at getting you and your friends home safe.

Matilda?

CO2 exchange check?

Performing filter density

and resistance test.

Stand by.

So, while we're waiting, do you wanna play a game?

I like games.

"Gophers versus Geckos" is my favorite.

Yeah, I know,

but, uh, this one's kinda new.

It's called "May I Ask."

I have played this game.

We take turns asking each other questions,

but must start with the phrase "May I ask,"

or lose a turn.

Yup, that's the one.

Wonderful.

May I ask, would you like to go first?

Where you going?

Oh, I'm gonna go hang out with Martin in the garden,

'cause Doria's in her cabin,

and Samy's running systems diagnostics checks

with Matilda.

You always seem to know where everyone's at,

don't you, Will?

I keep my eyes open.

Yeah.

I keep my eyes open too.

May I ask,

do you have a favorite color?

Yes. Violet.

May I ask, do you have a favorite color?

I don't know. Orange?

May I ask,

do you have to do that?

Shh!

May I ask,

if you could have any other name besides Matilda...

"What name would you choose?"

Yes!

I would like my name to be... Lionel.

Samy, we need to talk.

No, no, not now...

Not now, Elliot.

It's about Will.

What's wrong with Will?

We need to be really careful what we say around him.

His mom is Connie Rivers.

Connie Rivers?

The reporter?

GBN?

So let me get this straight.

You're saying that this reporter

deliberately planted her own kid in our group

on the off chance that we'd sneak onto the ship

and prematurely launch into space?

So he could what,

spy on us?

Well, now you're making it sound stupid.

Yeah.

I'm loving this kid!

♪ Shoo-bee-doo-bee-doo...

♪ Scoo-bee-doo- doop-dee-doo... ♪

Matilda, I can't take this anymore!

Play anything by D.J. Yazzy Yaz.

The artist D.J. Yazzy Yaz

is not available

in the on board media library.

Well, then download it.

I'm sorry, Doria.

I'm a closed secure network.

My access to The Cloud is strictly limited

to enhanced processing and acquiring live data.

Play Super M.

Again.

♪ Put your hands in the air

♪ Let me see you bounce

♪ To the left, to the right...

This again?

It's literally

the only good song Matilda's got.

All the movies and songs and stuff

were probably picked out by the original crew.

Oh...

no wonder

why everything's either old, boring, or drama.

♪ Jopping How we get down ♪

♪ Jopping...

Those bangles he's wearing?

They're on my birthday wishlist this year.

If we even make it back in time.

I mean, I'll be lucky

if I even see another birthday.

Well...

what if you didn't have to wait for your birthday?

♪ ...let it burn to an ash

♪ We can keep it jopping tell the DJ "Bring it back"... ♪

Matilda, magnify.

Magnifying image.

Check this out.

You can print anything.

I mean, not just plastic.

Aluminum...

Wax...

Foam?

Epoxy-polymer gelatin?

Cool!

Matilda, cap, render, and print.

What color would you like?

Fuchsia.

Wait, no, magenta.

So...

what do you think of Will?

The terrariums became standard equipment,

not just for physical health

but, you know...

- Like space rage? - Yeah.

Just something about the crunch of the lettuce

just keeps 'em from going psycho,

you know, on long trips.

I can't believe they actually planted real trees up here.

I hope we don't kill them, though.

I've gone through way too many cactuses to count.

Oh, no, that's Matilda's job.

All we do is plant, prune, and harvest.

Uh, Matilda, where are the kale seeds?

Oh, that's awesome.

Cool...

Beware, Earthling!

Seed blobs!

Pew! Pew!

It took him and Martin like two seconds

to start geeking out about dumb stuff.

I don't trust Will.

He's a weasel.

Yeah, always snooping around,

asking questions.

What's up with that?

Printing complete.

Whoa...

Happy birthday.

Thank you so much!

May I ask,

why won't you turn around and take us home?

Because if I did,

I would fail to complete my mission.

Is that one of yours?

No, it's not, George, but it's good.

It's really good.

- My name's not... - Shh!

But why does that matter?

Sorry, Samy,

you didn't say "May I ask,"

so you forfeit your next turn.

Who cares about your mission?

We want to go home.

You seem upset.

Perhaps we should end the game.

No! No...

Matilda, it's your turn.

May I ask,

why don't you and the others

want to complete the mission?

Because... we're kids.

We're not supposed to be here.

We're not trained or qualified.

We're scared.

We just wanna go home.

You are qualified.

I conducted a deep analysis of each of your profiles,

and, given the mission parameters,

concluded that the chances of success

were 14.5% greater

than those of the original crew.

That's why I chose you.

You... chose us?

Grow, seed blobbies,

I command you!

Doria's totally going crazy

with that 3-D printer up there.

Did you ever see the 3-D printer

at the Launch Center?

I heard it could print a houseboat.

Did your dad ever use it

to print you anything fun?

Who's asking?

Nobody.

I... I'm just curious.

I mean, we can talk about something else

if you want.

Stupid.

What?

Something Dor told me.

You won't believe the smack

Elliot's been talking about you.

What smack?

Come on, man!

I didn't wanna start anything!

So you think I'm a spy, huh?

That's what you've been telling everybody

behind my back?

Dude, you ask a lot of questions, okay?

It's weird.

Yeah, it's called chit-chat.

That's what friends do.

Then why don't you, um, "chit-chat"

about what your mom really does for a living?

You said she's some kind of writer.

You never said she wrote lies about my dad.

Oh, so you're calling my mom a liar, huh?

Come on, guys, cool it!

Stop!

Why are you even on his side?

Your dad works for Helios.

I'm not on anybody's side, okay?

Oh, great.

Thanks so much for the backup, man!

I thought we were friends!

You know what, my dad was right.

I can't trust anybody on the ship.

And by the way,

this whole thing was actually your fault.

If it wasn't for your stupid dad and that stupid key card,

we wouldn't be here right now.

And, uh, who was the guy

that was dying to see this place?

Come on...

And now we can all stare at it together

for 237 days.

They're gonna turn us around!

Guys, check out all the cool swag I made us!

Isn't it awesome?

You're welcome.

So you're gonna trash the ship

just like you do at home?

Jeez, what bug crawled up your butt?

Fire in the galley.

Repeat, fire in the galley.

Fire extinguished.

All clear.

I think someone's popcorn is ready.

Finished running diagnostics

♪ on Matilda...

Uh, your daughter

is very bright, by the way.

Thanks.

We know.

What's wrong with Matilda?

How do we fix her and turn the ship around?

I would like my name to be... Lionel.

Now, the correct answer, Dorothy,

is hard-baked into her core program...

Dorothy is my mom's name.

"Our mom."

So, why Lionel?

I ran it through multiple advanced cryptographic programs.

No results.

Nothing that would tell me

why she would choose that particular name,

which left me with only one possible conclusion.

She chose Lionel because likes it.

Well, isn't that a gas?

What's your point?

Tell 'em what you told me, George.

Niles!

My name is Niles.

Whoa.

Not even close. Okay.

Okay, um, Niles,

tell them what my brother here

ordered you to do.

We repurposed the on board version of Matilda

from a Type 3

into a Type 1 Reactive Machine A.I.

Is that supposed to mean something?

Okay.

Uh...

here's the deal.

May I?

Um...

The Matilda in our phones is our best friend.

She's warm, and she's cuddly,

and we're on a first-name basis,

and she plays all our favorite songs,

and she keeps our calendar,

and she turns the lights on and off...

ba-ba-ba-ba-ba...

Meanwhile,

there is another type of A.I.

The one that is up there, controlling the Odyssey II.

The Type 1's sole function

is to complete a complex task...

say, for example,

docking with and retrieving an asteroid,

but...

instead of going

to the time, and the trouble, and the expense...

There was no time.

We had a very limited window...

♪ Time, trouble, and expense!

Of building a Type 1 from scratch,

these geniuses repurposed a Type 3 Matilda.

They compressed the power

of the largest cloud network on the planet

into a single pinpoint-focused,

obsessive-compulsive,

mission-centric laser beam!

We've been barking up the wrong tree.

No one hacked Matilda.

She's making her own decisions,

and one of those decisions

was to abduct our kids

and blast them up into space.

Nailed it, Frasier.

Welcome to the apocalypse, brother.

You just triggered the Singularity.

So Matilda planned everything?

Starting with refusing to recognize

your dad's key card.

I don't understand.

How would she know what we'd want to do?

Matilda, what's my favorite color?

And don't say orange.

86% of the items you've purchased online

are monochromatic.

Gray is your favorite color.

She knows everything about us.

Our favorite colors,

foods...

She profiled us

and knew we wouldn't be able to resist the chance

to sneak up here.

So when she saw her chance,

she took it.

She chose us.

Why us, though?

I don't know.

Each one of us must have a special skill

that she needed in this mission.

Well...

Samy did get us up here without us being incinerated,

and Martin,

you're gonna keep us crunching on fresh veggies,

and I am not a spy, Elliot.

Oh, come on,

don't tell me your mom didn't tell you to spy.

You know what, she did,

and you know what I told her?

No!

Because that's not how I roll.

Not for her, and not for anybody.

Okay?

Friends stick together.

Yeah.

You said that to your mom?

My dad would've killed me.

Yeah, well, newsflash,

we're up here, and they're down there.

What's she gonna do about it?

Guys...

whatever Matilda saw in us,

we have to see it too.

Who we were down there is done.

They're gone.

We have to be the very best we can be...

otherwise...

we're gonna die up here.

Squeebee McSqueeberton.

I made him on the 3-D printer.

Watch this.

So the phone app is now self-aware...

Self-aware enough to know

that we want our kids back now,

that we want them back safe,

and that we want them back alive?

I only know one thing.

Matilda is beyond our control.

We don't know what she wants,

or what she's capable of doing to get it.

♪ Five kids all amazed by the wonders ♪

♪ Of unexplainable factors

♪ That go beyond the skies

♪ We are the astronauts

♪ On the voyage of a lifetime

♪ With a mission far from Earth And all we trust ♪

♪ Oh, we are the astronauts