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You still haven't told me
when the Commander is due back.

Soon.

How soon is soon?

Longer than
a little while,

faster than later.

He took out
a fighter

to check out
a damaged transport.

Isn't that sort of job usually
delegated to someone else?

The Commander's
a hand's-on kind of guy.

He'll grab any chance
to take out a ship.

He's like that.

Well, I wouldn't know.

I haven't seen him
since I came aboard.

Have you ever tried
one of these?

What is it?

I'm not sure. According
to the translator,

it's either
an aphrodisiac

or a floor wax.

Can't decide if it's
worth the risk or not.

Mr. Garibaldi--

please. Michael.

Did I mention

I really enjoy
your broadcasts?

You know, if this interview
hadn't been set up weeks ago

by Earthforce
public relations,

I'd swear that
Commander Sinclair

did not want to
be interviewed

by inner stellar
network news.

I can't imagine
that.

This is supposed
to be an event.

This is the 2nd anniversary
of Babylon 5 going on-line.

We took a poll when
this station first opened,

and 75% of I.S.N. Viewers

said that this place
wouldn't even last 5 minutes.

Lloyd's of London
put the odds

of this station
surviving even one year

at 500 to 1...Against.

Is there a bathroom
around here?

Third door
to your left.

That way.

The one with
the blue marker

is for methane
breathers only.

I'd steer clear
if I were you.

What the hell.

If that thing leaves
a waxy yellow buildup

on anything,

I'm coming back here.

Julie, hand me
that separator over there.

I've just about
got the rna strand

where I want it.

Get it yourself.

Vance?! What are you
doing here?

I was in the sector.
I thought I'd stop by

and visit
my favorite student.

I've come to offer you
an adventure, Stephen,

very possibly the biggest
adventure you've ever had.

What kind
of adventure?

Well, you'll
find out soon enough.

Savor the mystery,
Stephen.

We don't get
nearly enough of them.

[Yawns]

Tired?

Yeah, long day...

But your ship's
the last one in.

So. Anything
to declare, uh--

any plants, nonsentient pets,
organic matter--

nothing organic.

Just some pottery
and stone work.

Hmm, funny thing.

The bottom of this box
on the inside

is 4 inches shorter

than the bottom of
the box on the outside,

like there was a hidden
compartment in here.

If I didn't know
any better,

I might think
you were trying

to smuggle
something in.

Not a chance.

No, it's
just packing material

to protect the stuff.

Here, let me
show you.

[Zap]

Sinclair: It was the dawn
of the third age of mankind,

10 years after
the Earth-Minbari war.

The Babylon project
was a dream given form.

Its goal--
to prevent another war

by creating a place
where humans and aliens

could work out
their differences peacefully.

It's a port of call,

home away from home

for diplomats, hustlers,

entrepreneurs,

and wanderers.

Humans and aliens

wrapped in 2,500,000 tons

of spinning metal,

all alone in the night.

It can be
a dangerous place,

but it's our last best hope
for peace.

This is the story

of the last
of the Babylon stations.

The year is 2258.

The name of the place
is Babylon 5.

How does it look?

All the signs point to
death by natural causes,

heart attack,
from the look of it.

That suddenly?

It's possible.

I'll know more
after we do an autopsy.

Did you know him?

No, he just started
the other day.

Nothing
in his personnel jacket

to suggest
a heart condition.

Yes, and exactly
which medical school

did you attend,
Mr. Garibaldi?

Nothing personal, doc.
I just want to be sure.

So do I.

I'll assign my best
people to the autopsy.

Fair enough?

Good.

Meanwhile,
if I were you

I would go on
with work as usual,

and as soon as I hear of
anything definitive,

I'll let you know.

Go ahead and remove
the body now.

Sorry. We had
a little problem

at one of
the docking bays.

Now, would you
like to tell me

what this
is all about?

I need your help.

Ha ha.

Vance,
you're an archeologist.

Everything you touch has been
dead for at least 100 years.

My area of expertise
is a little more current

and a lot warmer.

All in good time.

First thing, I'd like
to introduce you

to my assistant.

Nelson, meet
Dr. Stephen Franklin,

one of the best
students I ever had.

Well, in the area

of alien history,
anatomy, and culture.

A pleasure.

Dr. Hendricks told
me all about you

on our way in from
our dig on ikarra 7.

Dig?

You found something.

Show him.

[Alarm]
That's funny.

I just had an energy spike
on my screen.

Same here.

What's
the location?

I thought it
was around medlab.

I'm not sure.

It was just there
for a second.

Might have been
a malfunction in the screen.

You'd better run
a diagnostics check

to be sure.

Will do.

We were on a dig sponsored by
interplanetary expeditions

when we
found these artifacts

sealed in a vault,

buried nearly a mile beneath
the surface of ikarra 7.

Took us months
to get them out.

But ikarra 7
is a dead world.

Yes, but don't you see
that proves

what I've been saying
for years,

that ikarra
was once home

to a highly advanced
space-faring society.

Extraordinary.

How old are they?

Minimum 1,000 years.

No chips, no sign
of wear or age.

It's as if they
were made yesterday.

What were they
made to do?

That's where
you come in.

Vance, I told--

I know, I know.

Humor me.

Put it in your
medical scanner.

Whoa.

Veins, capillaries,

traces of DNA.
Vance...

This artifact

is composed
of living tissue.

This is
organic technology.

The one trick that Earth
hasn't yet been able to crack--

the ability to create
living ships

that thrive
in the vacuum of space,

to create weapons that
produce their own power

through internal generation,

like a firefly
lights up at night.

The ultimate synthesis

of machine technology
and living tissue.

Magnificent.

This had to be
a scanner of some kind.

See the way the entire
surface tissue

is photo-sensitive?

Retinal cones and rods

to detect wide-band
light frequencies.

This is amazing!

Why didn't you come
and see me about this

when you first arrived?

I did. We've only
been here a few hours.

But organic material has to
be quarantined for 48 hours

before it is allowed
in the station.

We put it all
through quarantine

at the other end,

at the transfer station
off Proxima 3.

It's all approved
and authorized.

Nelson has all the paperwork
if you're really interested.

Don't you see
what this means?

This is a blueprint
for living machines.

The Vorlons have them.

Some people even say
the Minbari have them.

We haven't seen
enough of them up close

to get any idea
of how they work,

but with your expertise

in xenobiology
and genetics

and my background
in archeology,

we now have the chance.

Well, there are better
equipped facilities

back on Earth.

I need someone
I can trust.

You once told me,
back at the university,

that you wanted your name
to go down in history,

alongside Fleming,

salk, jenner,

Takahashi.

Well, this is it,
Stephen.

This is
the mother lode.

I can't do it
without you.

I need your help.

So are you
in or out?

Finish unpacking,
Nelson.

We have a lot
of work ahead of us.

Ah...

Aah!

Oh, there you are,
chief.

Any word
on the autopsy yet?

Techs down at medlab 4

still think
it's natural causes.

We'll know more
tomorrow.

Other than that,

we've scheduled
a full security detail

to cover the Narn-Centauri
negotiations next Tuesday.

That's it. I think
we can call it a day.

I agree. How about you,
Lieutenant Commander?

Shouldn't the night shift
be on duty by now?

We've been picking up some
unusual energy readings

the last few hours.

I thought
I'd wait around a little

to see if it happens again.

Anything serious?

That's what
I'm trying to find out.

Well, keep me informed
and get some sleep.

I will.

Oh, just a reminder.

Your interview's scheduled
for 1100 hours tomorrow.

Swell.

Which reminds me,

she's waiting for me
down in the Zocalo.

It'll be fun.
So why are you ducking her?

The last time
I gave an interview,

they told me
to just relax

and say
what I really felt.

10 minutes
after the broadcast

I got transferred
to an outpost

so far off the star maps
you couldn't find it

with a hunting dog
and a ouija board.

Don't sweat it.

Just be that charming,
effervescent Commander

we've all come
to know and love.

What's the worst
that can happen?

They fire you,
ship you off to the rim,

and I get promoted
to Commander.

I don't see a problem here.

How sharper
than a serpent's tooth.

All this technology,

you'd think there'd be
a clock.

Stephen,
it's been 15 hours.

We're going to grow old
and die in here.

Stephen.

Stephen, there's a martian
war machine parked outside.

They'd like a word with you
about the common cold.

Tell them to make
an appointment.

Ohh.

You know, something's
been bothering me

ever since you got here.

Assuming that
we can figure out

how this organic
technology works,

what happens then?

We apply
for a secondary patent

based
on alien technology,

sell it
to an Earth corporation

for a percentage
of the profit.

That's what
I'm talking about.

You're
a brilliant man, Vance,

a solid researcher.

You were an inspiration
to me back at university.

You should be out
making your own discoveries

instead of
raiding dead worlds

for whatever
you can scavenge

and sell
to the corporation.

Right, struggling
through mountains of paper,

vanishing grants.

Who has time for that?

Exactly.

That's my point.

Granted, this
may be important,

but you wouldn't
have created it.

You just found it.

It's a short cut.

Frankly, I'm a little
uncomfortable

about corporations
financing expeditions

to alien worlds
so they can steal

whatever technology
they have.

Feels a little like
grave robbing.

Do you know
what it costs to mount

an off-world expedition?

More money than
a university professor

makes in a lifetime.

If the corporations
won't pay, who will?

In the last 5 years,

I've seen things
off-world

you can't even imagine.

I've stood
in the abendi desert

and watched all 7 moons
go into eclipse.

I've walked in vaults
that have been sealed

longer than there's been
a human race,

breathing air that's
five million years old.

You call that
a short cut if you will,

but I've lived.

By god, Stephen,

I have lived.

At least my hands
are clean.

How about yours?

What's that
supposed to mean?

Who is interplanetary
expeditions?

You said they were
fronting this expedition,

but I checked--i can't find
any information on them.

Look, Stephen,

I didn't come halfway across
known space to argue with you.

I came here because I wanted
your help and friendship.

If that's too much
of a burden--

no, it is not.

I just wish that you would
stop taking short cuts.

Look,
we're both tired.

I suggest we get
a good night's sleep

and start again
tomorrow, fresh.

If you have
any questions then,

I'll be glad to answer them.
Fair enough?

Yeah.

Garibaldi: And after
walking 50 miles,

we made it
out of the desert.

Later, when he was put
in charge of Babylon 5,

Commander Sinclair asked
if I'd come work security.

I said yes.
It's been a great time--

yes, I'm sure it has.

In doing some research,

I've come
across several rumors

surrounding your record
prior to Babylon 5--

that you were fired 5 times for
unspecified personal problems

and that this is
your last chance to make good.

Would you care to comment
on any of that?

I'd rather have my tonsils
taken out through my ears.

[Labored breathing]

Lights.

Nelson.

Vance.

My god.

Nelson, what happened?

Protect.

Aah!

Sinclair:
When did it happen?

Garibaldi: Sometime
during the night.

They moved him
to the infirmary

about an hour ago.

What's his condition?

Stunned,
bumps and bruises,

and one hell of
a headache.

Doctor says it's ok
to ask a few questions

as long as
he gets his rest.

You shouldn't be
walking around yet.

I'm the doctor.
I know what I'm doing.

Whoa.

On second thought...

Do you remember
anything else

after you walked in
the door?

Not much.

I turned around,
and there he was,

like I said.

The design of that weapon

reminds me
of the organic artifacts

we were working on.

Organic? Were they
checked at customs?

I was told they were.

Check into it.

This Nelson--
who was he working for?

Vance Hendricks.

The same one who brought
in the artifacts?

Interesting.

I still haven't heard
a satisfactory answer,

Dr. Hendricks,
and frankly,

I'm getting tired
of asking for one.

Dr. Franklin was attacked
by your assistant,

covered in some kind
of armor

that bears a striking
similarity to the artifacts

you brought onto
this station.

Artifacts that were not
cleared for access.

Organic material

requires
a 48-hour quarantine.

There's no record

of their being
quarantined or examined

here or at Proxima 3.

I'm as much
in the dark as you are.

Nelson told me
that he checked them.

I believed him.

Whether he was acting
under your orders or not,

a potentially dangerous
alien technology

was smuggled aboard
this station.

Now until I hear otherwise,

I intend to hold you
personally responsible.

Is that clear?

Yes. Yes. Yes, it is.

Is there any news
of Stephen's condition?

They're checking him out
over at medlab 4.

He took
a pretty bad hit.

But I'm told
he's going to be ok.

He's up and around

and trying
to go back to work.

Thank god for that.

Can you tell us anything else
about these artifacts?

They're a kind
of organic technology,

limited energy.

In order
to achieve mobility,

they have to graft
themselves

onto another life form.

It's possible that
if they were activated,

they tried
to assimilate Nelson.

My guess would be

that he's
under their control.

For what purpose?

I mean, why would
the artifact choose

to assimilate Nelson
but not you?

Unknown.
As to what it wants,

that depends
on its programming.

Could be anything.

According
to Dr. Franklin,

just before
it fired,

it said something
about "protect."

Do you think that
might be the key

to whatever it was
programmed to do?

Maybe,

but the question is,
protect who?

And from what?

Yes, well,
that information

may be contained in
the remaining artifacts.

If I could assist
Dr. Franklin

in decoding them--

I mean, if I am responsible
for starting all this,

the least I can do
is help finish it.

Done.

That's what
I told her!

A week on coronus

is simply not
within my budget.

Of course, then
she says, "well..."

Protect.

Lieutenant Commander,

I picked up
that energy flash again,

gray 13, level b,

and there's
something else.

The energy pattern
has changed.

It's 20% more powerful
than the last time.

Commander, I have
security on the link.

Commander, we've got
two fatalities in gray 13.

It's definitely the same thing
that attacked the doc.

We're in pursuit now
on gray 7.

All right. I'm moving this
to a level-2 alert.

Keep this channel open.

Commander,

I understand
there's a problem?

Some kind of attack?

Ms. Cramer,
you are in a secure area.

You will leave,
and you will leave now.

This is news,

and the people have
a right to know.

And you have a right to spend
the next 2 days in the brig.

Lieutenant Commander, I want
this weapon triangulated.

Confirmed.

Relay the data
to security.

I want this thing pinned down
to within 10 feet.

Coming up now.

Commander...

Don't.

You're too young
to experience that much pain.

Commander, we've got him
cornered in gray 5.

I think we can take him,

but we'll need lights
in here.

He's blacked out
the place.

Ivanova: Coming
on line now.

Take him down!

Protect.

Go!

Move it!

Damn!

We've lost him,
Commander.

He burned through
into a sublevel,

moving between
bulkheads.

Could be anywhere.

Ivanova: The added shielding
in the bulkhead

is making it difficult
to pinpoint his location.

We won't know where he is again
until he fires.

Garibaldi, have your team
sweep through each sector,

moving inward.
Two on each team,

5-minute
proximity checks.

Confirmed.
Security out.

Vance, come here. I think
I've found something.

There.

The organic patterns
in this piece

emulate the synaptic relays
in the brain.

I'm even picking up
cross-genetic equivalents

of serotonin used in
the transfer of information.

A data storage device?

If we could pull out
that information,

we might get a better idea
of who the ikarrans were

and more importantly,
why they made these things.

Exactly. Fire up
the biosensors.

Let's see if we can
tap into it.

[Door hisses open]

I've got teams moving
through every section,

trying to flush him out,
but he's gone to ground.

Could be holed up
anywhere.

If he wants to do
the most damage,

my guess is
he'll head for the area

with the greatest
population.

That makes the central
corridor a prime target.

I've studied the record
of his attacks

and there's a definite
hit-and-run pattern.

Seems like
every time he strikes,

it chews up energy and he
has to pull back and recharge.

There's just
a couple of problems.

One, his periods
of latency

are becoming
increasingly shorter,

2, we've been monitoring
the energy level

whenever he fires.

Each time, the level
increases by 20%.

The last burst was
completely off the scale.

If he continues to build
power at that rate,

pretty soon
he'll be strong enough

to destroy
the entire station.

So the next chance
we get to stop him

might be our last chance.

All right, listen up!

I need this whole
area cleared!

We'll need room
to maneuver.

I want guards
on the doors,

the second level,
and the catwalk.

Come on!
Come on! Come on!

Move it!
Move it! Let's go!

Got it!

Energy readings
off the scale.

Tracking it. Commander,
it's on the move again.

Brown 2, level "c."

It's heading for
the central corridor.

Garibaldi, you heard?
It's heading your way.

Confirmed.
We'll be ready for it.

Win, lose, or draw,

this thing's gonna know
it was in a fight.

Drop the pressure doors
on all sides.

Maybe that'll
slow it down,

give Garibaldi
time to get set.

Affirmative.

Commander.
We managed to access

the organic memory banks
of one of the artifacts.

Make it short, doctor.
I don't have a lot of time.

Let me know when it's
on the move again! Go.

Over the course
of their history,

the ikarrans were invaded
half a dozen times,

each assault more deadly
than the first.

They needed to create
the perfect weapon,

able to adapt
to any situation,

an organic weapon capable
of independent thought.

Temperature up
90 degrees

in brown 2,
level "c."

Since it would
take years to create

synthetic intelligence,

they incorporated
the brain wave patterns

of one of their
researchers

into the weapons.

That's him.

His name was tular.

But people can be fooled,

so to prevent them
from being confused

by any misleading
instructions from the enemy,

they hard-wired
the machine half of the weapons

not to respond to anyone
who wasn't pure ikarran.

Just one problem,
Commander.

How do you define
a pure ikarran

or a pure human?

No one is pure...

No one.

Temperature's
up 500 degrees.

It'll be through
any time now.

Doctor, I'm joining
Mr. Garibaldi on the line.

So who set the parameters
of what it meant

to be a pure ikarran?

A coalition of
religious fanatics

and military extremists
that ran the government.

They programmed
the weapons

with a level standards based
on ideology, not science.

Like the Nazi ideal
of a perfect Aryan

during world war ii.

Exactly.
The next invasion,

11 of the machines
were released,

and they
stopped the invaders

by killing anything

that didn't match
their profile

of the pure,
perfect ikarran.

When they were finished,

the machines turned
on their creators.

They began
a process of extermination

based on the slightest
deviation

of what they were programmed
to consider normal.

They killed and kept killing

until the last ikarran
was dead.

What about the weapons?

Well, with no one
to tend to them,

they were destroyed
by centuries of neglect.

Except for number 12,
which is here, now,

acting on a program
to protect a world

that's been dead
for 1,000 years.

You said they incorporated
the brain patterns

of one of their researchers
into the weapons.

Tular, yes.

Is there anything there
we can talk to? Reason with?

Well, there's a complete
personality matrix, yes,

but it's totally
subsumed by its program.

Then we'll just
have to find a way

around the logic
of the program.

Better head back
to the medlab, doctor.

I suspect we're going to
need your services.

Weapon!

Not yet.

I want it
point blank.

Fire.

Cease fire.

Damn.

It's in the next level.

That's a straight line to where
the civilians are quarantined.

How many men do you have
stationed down there?

Not enough. Commander, we hit it
with everything we had.

We didn't even slow it down.

The only weapons that might be
big enough to kill it

would rupture the hull
and kill everybody anyway.

Then that's what we'll have
to do, blow out the hull.

Where are you going?

I'll try to lure it
into the docking area.

We get it in place,
seal the area

and blow out
the air lock.

Armored or not, nothing
can live in a vacuum.

Fine, except how are you
gonna get it there?

By going straight to
its personality matrix.

I'm gonna try
and make it mad.

Make it mad?
Are you nuts?!

Commander!

[Beep beep]

Tular...

Tular of ikarra 7.

My name.

My name.

Who knows my name?

Who knows my name?

Your name...
Is dead, tular.

Your world...Is dead.

Ikarra lives!

Ikarra must
be protected!

You've failed.

You've failed
in your mission.

Ikarra is dead...

By your own hand,

you and others
like you.

That is a lie!

That is a lie!

Ikarra is dead.

[Roar]

[Roar]

Protect!

Ivanova: Standing by.

Ready to initiate
emergency decompression.

Wait! Wait!

[Roar]

Come on!

Protect!

Protect who?
From what?

Impure!

Yes. Impure.

You must protect
against all

who are not
pure ikarran.

Yes!

And your own people--
how pure were they?

Pure!

How pure?

They didn't
feed you facts.

They fed you
propaganda.

They programmed you

with standards
of genetic purity

no one could match!

Not even
your own people!

Liar!

[Roar]

Seal the area.
Stand by

to blow air lock
and depressurize.

Commander, if we
depressurize the area now,

you'll be killed with it.

There's only one way
out, past that thing.

I'm dead either way.

Dog the hatch.
Seal it. Now!

Stand by.

Ikarra lives!

Ikarra must
be protected!

There is no ikarra,

not the way
you remember it.

The others like you,

they beat the invaders,
all right,

just like
they were programmed.

They killed anything
that was different--alien--

but we're all aliens
to one another--

flawed, impure...
Different!

No!

Too tall! Too short!

Too dark! Too light!

Imperfect.
They were killed.

And the killing
went on and on and on.

No!

The man you took over,
Nelson, he's seen ikarra--

ikarra after the others
finished protecting it,

cleansing it of every slightest
variation in genetics.

You can access
his memories.

See for yourself.

Look inside his mind.

See what he's seen.

Go on.

Look into his mind.

He can't hide the truth.
He can't lie to you.

Look deep.

Look at it.

A desert.

Yes.

Dead.

A thousand years...
Dead.

There's your pure world...

Your perfect world.

We did this?

Yes.

No!

Damn you. Look at it.

You and the rest...

You forgot the first rule
of the fanatic.

When you become obsessed
with the enemy,

you become the enemy.

Ikarra!

Great maker!

Forgive us...

This...madness!

Forgive us.

[Wailing]

Stephen, how's Nelson?

Medlab 2, resting.

Good.

Vance!

I found this
in Nelson's effects.

It's meant for
cardial stimulation.

If used
on a healthy person,

it could cause
cardiac infarction--death.

The body
of the customs guard

had two tiny marks
on the back,

so small we missed
them at first,

but they do match
the prongs there.

I spoke to Nelson.

He confirms things
I'd hoped I was wrong about.

You knew he did not put those
artifacts through quarantine.

He was acting on your orders
the whole time.

For god's sake,
Vance, why?

Interplanetary
expeditions,

the corporation
that financed

the dig on ikarra 7,
is a front...

A front for
a bioweapons supplier.

I could just have turned
over the artifacts,

taken the standard
commission,

but if they were
what I suspected--

organic weapons--

then I could take a chance,
hold back on delivery,

and they'd...

Pay millions.

Oh, more...

More money
than you can conceive.

But before you could
take that chance,

you had to be sure.

That's why you
brought them here.

Yeah.
Hmm.

You deliberately
endangered

a quarter-million
humans and aliens

just to raise
your profit margin.

I was sure
I could control it.

I never expected
anybody to get hurt.

What about the murdered
customs guard?

Well, we had to
get them through customs.

Nelson said he'd do it.

I didn't know how.
I didn't ask.

There was
too much at stake.

That's why the weapon
bonded to him

and not to one of us.

The program needed
someone willing to kill.

Look, Stephen,
we can work all this out.

We can sell the rest
of the artifacts

to interplanetary
expeditions.

They have enough muscle
to clean up this whole mess.

All you have to do
is, uh...

Not turn me in.

I mean, just think
what you could do

with all that money.

[Doors open]

It's too late.

Stephen.

[Doorbell rings]

Come.

You've looked better.

Listen, can I talk to you
for a second?

Sure.

The whole station's
talking about

how you were willing to risk
your life to stop that thing.

Ahh, I didn't--

let me finish.

This is the third time
in the last year

you've put yourself
on the line like this.

I didn't know
anyone was counting.

Jeff...

You're my friend.

You've been my friend

a lot longer than you've been
my commanding officer,

so I think I'm entitled
to say this.

We were both in Earthforce
during the war.

I wasn't on the line,
but...

I did my share.

I know a lot of guys

who came out of the war
changed.

Some came out better.
Some came out worse.

A lot of them
have this problem.

The war gave them
definition, direction, purpose.

Without it, they don't know
how to fit in anymore,

so they keep looking for ways
to go out in a Blaze of glory.

Some people call that
being a hero.

Maybe so. I don't know.
I've...Never been one.

Me...i think they're looking
for something worth dying for

because it's easier than finding
something worth living for.

Finished?

Yeah.

I guess that covers it.

Michael...

I don't have
an answer for you.

And...

I think maybe
I should.

Thanks.

You seem troubled,
doctor.

No. I'm just thinking.

The ikarran fought
against invaders

just like we fought
against the Minbari.

They became
obsessed with it.

Back home, there's a growing
pro-Earth movement,

rumors of hate groups
targeting aliens.

And on all sides,
the fanatics,

who think that society
has to be protected

against anyone
who's different.

I'm starting to wonder
if what we just saw

is a preview
of things to come.

No. I can't believe
we'd be that foolish.

Santayana--those who
do not remember the past

are condemned
to repeat it.

Ahem.

Yes?

Dr. Franklin, I have orders
to confiscate the artifacts

and transfer them
to Earth Central.

On whose authority?

Earthforce defense,
bioweapons division--

something about
studying them

for planetary
security reasons.

It would seem no one
reads santayana anymore.

You'll excuse me.
If you need me,

I'll be over there,

getting drunk with
the rest of the aliens.

Cramer: So, Commander, after
all you've just gone through,

I have to ask you
the same question

a lot of people
back home are asking

about space these days.

Is it worth it?

Should we
just pull back,

forget the whole thing
as a bad idea,

and take care of our
own problems at home?

No. We have to stay here,

and there's
a simple reason why.

Ask 10 different scientists
about the environment,

population control,
genetics,

and you'll get
10 different answers.

But there's one thing

every scientist
on the planet agrees on.

Whether it happens
in 100 years or 1,000 years

or a million years,

eventually, our sun will
grow cold and go out.

When that happens,
it won't just take us.

It'll take
Marilyn Monroe...

And Lao-tzu and Einstein
and Morabuto and...

Buddy Holly and
Aristophanes, and...

All of this...

All of this...
Was for nothing...

Unless we go
to the stars.