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[Music playing]

That looks like the encarphalitis outbreak

we found on Neptune colony.

I think they call it the "frug."

The frug? I hope they found a cure.

[Chuckles]

What's with the cages? What is this?

Get real, kid.

Girls? Cages?

Oh, right. Yeah.

Right.

As for the teensy-weensy miniskirts

wrapped around their carcasses, if you don't understand that,

I don't want to talk to ya.

There's nothin' I can't stand more

than somebody who don't understand teensy- weensy miniskirts.

Well...yeah, that I understand.

I don't.

It's a long story. Maybe when you're older, buddy.

Oh.

The sixties, kid. I hear it was a time.

It looks a little primitive.

So? You got something against primitive?

I like primitive. At least these people had soul.

Tony, you're saying I don't have soul.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but after a hard day of work in them cages,

I don't think these "primitive" girls

want to spend their free time

with guys who play with silicon chips and talk to fish.

Darwin is not a fish.

That's true, you know, Tony.

According to my encyclopedia, a dolphin

is a mammal--

hey, you can call it whatever you want.

It's not me you got to convince.

This is a great song. We love this.

We gotta share this.

[Music blasts through intercom system]

Piccolo...

I've done a follow-back, sir.

It's coming from "a" lounge.

Patch me in.

It must've taken hours to get their hair like that.

Henderson. It's yours.

Having fun, piccolo?

It's better than breathin' water, commander.

Thought you guys might like a blast from the past.

Keep it up, you might get to experience a blast from the present.

Aye, aye, sir.

[Static]

What the hell was that?

[Static]

Sir, there's something wrong with my directional indicators.

Unless we just turned 180 degrees in 5 seconds,

they're completely reversed.

Sonar compass.

No deviation. We're right on course.

We're picking up severe current disturbances dead ahead.

Let me see it.

That wasn't there a minute ago.

Full stop.

Hold positions.

What've we got?

I'm not sure, captain.

Severe current disturbance ahead.

Never seen anything quite like it.

Hold on a second.

What is it?

I'm not sure if I remember it correctly, captain,

but I think that's morse code.

Let's hear it.

[Beeping]

That's an s.O.S. Call.

In morse code? Who uses morse code anymore?

[Child's voice] Somebody help me!

Is anybody there?

Please! Help!

Can you pinpoint that?

Not exactly, sir.

It's beyond the disturbance. I can't get an exact fix.

Don't let us die here! Please!

Can we cross that disturbance?

All systems look good, sir.

It's just a minor disturbance, sir.

Velocity indicators indicate a slight chop at the center.

Not a problem.

Can anybody hear me? Please! Help me!

Engines ahead 1/3.

Keep the same bearing.

If she bucks, reverse full.

Captain--

not afraid of a little chop, are you, commander?

I don't believe it.

There--there's nothing behind us, sir.

What do you mean, there's nothing behind us?

Unless my instruments are malfunctioning,

there's literally nothing behind us--

no air, no temperature, no current, nothing.

Put up the aft view.

Aye, aye, sir.

The aft view, please.

That is the aft view, sir.

That's not possible.

You're right, sir. It isn't.

"Nothing's" a mathematical reference. It's a word.

Doesn't exist in nature.

Maybe it's some sort of black hole.

Not likely in the ocean.

Besides, a black hole exists.

It can be identified, measured.

So...what's behind us...

Is absolutely nothing.

You're saying we can't turn around

and go back to where we came from?

Where we came from, commander,

doesn't appear to exist anymore.

[Beeping]

Steady as she goes.

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Whisker away, sir.

Tracking on channel "b."

Contact in 12 seconds.

[Beeping]

Eight seconds.

[Beeping]

Four seconds.

It's gone, sir. No readings whatsoever.

What do you mean, gone?

Has it broken up? Has the transmission failed? What?

I mean it's gone. It just...Isn't... Anymore.

What's our position now?

I don't know. That disturbance

has my locators completely mucked up.

As far as I can tell,

we could be almost 1,000 miles offtrack.

I can't even give you a compass reading.

[Child's voice] Please! Can anybody hear me?

Is anybody out there?

The distress beacon is coming from the surface, sir.

You o.K.?

There's something wrong with that distress call.

I can't feel it.

Please! Somebody help me!

Talk to me.

It's hard to explain.

Pretend I'm the captain.

I hear the urgency in the voice-- the fear--

but I don't feel it.

I don't feel anything.

[Rapid beeping]

I've got a lock--

about 10 miles south-southeast on the surface.

Please! Come now! Hurry!

All right. Let's put the boat on a yellow alert.

Boarding detail.

I'm sending Brody.

This looks like a happening place.

Yeah, looks like it already happened.

I've been running some probability calculations

on the existence of nothing.

[Bridger] And?

The math is pretty elementary.

Anything times zero is zero.

It's impossible to calculate something like this.

Well, let me know if you get anything.

Sort of shakes your faith in the silicon chip, doesn't it?

Yeah.

[Beeping]

[Ortiz] It's clean. No sign of radiation.

Nothing viral or bacterial.

[Brody] What are you saying, no human life?

Except for us, there's not another life form

within 100 miles of here.

Suppose they built a town and nobody came?

Probably the schools are no good. People hate that.

2 kilometers due north. This way.

At least you can't complain about rush hour traffic.

[Roaring]

What the hell is that?

Come on! Let's move it!

Well, I've seen enough. Ready to go home?

What in god's name was that thing?

[O'Neill] Ortiz? Brody?

What's going on up there? You guys o.K.?

We're intact. Something just flew by and fired at us.

What do you mean, something?

That's the best I can do. It was a "thing."

I've never seen anything like it.

Miguel, be more specific.

It was one of those large spinning things

that moves through the air at high velocity

and throws explosive fireballs from each tip.

Right.

We're a couple blocks away from the source of the distress signal.

We'll report from there.

I'm with you.

Easy to say from down there.

Help me! Please!

Tuesday's child is full of grace.

Must be Wednesday.

Wait.

You hear that?

[Opera music playing]

It's coming from that house over there.

[Opera music playing]

Uh, lieutenant,

I don't think we ought to be goin' in there.

Why's that?

Anybody who listens to this kind of music

has got to be dangerous.

We're going to risk it.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

When the fat lady starts singing--

shut up, piccolo. Let's go.

[Opera continues]

Hello?

Anybody here?

Just a lot of folks with no taste in music.

Hello?

[Music playing louder]

Hello?

This reminds me of my aunt Jessica's house.

Couldn't touch a thing.

Had to keep my hands in my pockets.

Hey, what's this thing?

[Playing opera]

[Bzzt]

I--i didn't do anything.

I swear.

Welcome to your sarasota sentinel.

Now it's a newspaper.

Yeah? How do you read it in the can?

Choose from our table of contents

for the news of Friday, march 25, 2215.

2215?

That's what the man said.

Hey, check this out.

"The united commonwealth of California

"sought re-entrance into the United States.

"The vote, as it broke down among the remaining 39 states,

"was 4 affirmative, 35 negative.

"Said the governor of New Jersey--

"California's a strange place inhabited by strange people.

"It almost took 300 years to get them out.

Let's keep it that way." [Laughs]

It's Brody. Give me the captain.

We're already ahead of you, lieutenant.

That's just great. Since you're ahead,

maybe you can tell us what's going on.

O'Neill just got a fix

on the naval observatory clock in D.C.

We have no explanation for it,

but according to his readings,

we're at 1600 hours Sunday, march 25, 2245.

That's 225 years ahead of where we should be.

I just read a newspaper that's 30 years before that.

Anybody down there come up with any good explanations?

We're still working on acceptance.

When we get to explanations, we'll call you.

Did you get a fix on those distress signals?

Yes, sir. We're on our way.

You heard the man. Let's go.

[Playing opera]

Vector me in, commander.

Where, sir?

Well, I suppose the future.

I'm getting that distress signal again.

[Beeping]

It's coming from over there.

Just in case, set on full.

On my order.

Please! Help me! Hurry!

That voice is coming from the computer.

We got to get Lucas here.

Dysfunctional citizen is loose in sector 12.

Please remain calm.

Medevac unit teams proceed to sector 12 to intercept.

I can feel it inside me!

It's going to get all of us!

Please remain calm.

Medevac unit teams proceed to sector 12 to intercept.

You can't save us!

Nobody can save us!

Save yourselves while there's still time!

By the year 2185,

the plague had reduced the world population

to less than eight million.

Despite all efforts,

censys was unable to locate anything in its database records

to correlate with the virus.

Those who survived

appeared to have a natural immunity,

the source of which was never discovered.

They never found a cure?

Well, I don't think there was a "they."

From what I've pieced together,

everything pretty much relied on censys.

Censys.

Central systems.

A worldwide, interlinked computer network.

From what some of these data clips tell me,

after the late 2100s,

censys pretty much took over running the planet's daily affairs.

Wendy, this machine is incredible.

It's like nothing we've ever seen before.

It's like, uh...

Well, I don't know.

It--it's like art.

But art is beautiful.

So is this.

I mean, think about it.

All the combined information and skill and knowledge

in the world in one central system.

Menial labor had all but been abolished.

Human beings were given a kind of freedom

they'd never known before.

But freedom to do what?

Well, freedom-- freedom to--to think.

Freedom to exchange ideas...

And freedom not to produce anything. Is that it?

You ought to look at a world populated by just thinkers.

Everything's dead out there, Lucas.

Thinking's one thing. Doing is another.

Captain, whose side are you on here?

No one's. But we have to figure out why we're here

and how we're going to get back.

We're here because she sent out those distress signals.

She?

This censys terminal. I think

she may be the last active terminal in the system.

This terminal didn't bring us here for a history lesson.

There must be more.

Yeah. I'm working on it.

I just need some time.

Explosive charges on 1/3.

Set detonators for 20 seconds.

Detonator set. Charges at 1/3.

Sir, there's really no point in sending--

the point, Mr. O'Neill, is that we can't be sure

that that disturbance out there isn't masking your readings.

Anything that passes through it

can't just cease to exist.

But, sir--

at 20 seconds out, 1/3 power

should provide enough kickback to the seaquest

so we'll know whether or not the explosion occurred.

But, sir, if we--

Tim.

Fire at my order.

Aye, sir.

Fire.

Torpedo running hot, straight, and steady, sir.

Contact with disturbance in 7...

6...

5...

4...

3...

2...

1.

No impact, sir.

It just disappeared.

[Fanfare]

Missile launch.

Defend your city.

¶ We are world domination ¶

¶ and that's no exaggeration ¶

¶ you attack, and they defend ¶

¶ fun for you and all your friends ¶

¶ world domination ¶¶

gotcha! every boy wants an atomo toy.

And so do girls.

World domination. New from atomo.

Virtual cells not included.

Adorable.

Way cool.

I was joking.

I get it. I just thought that--

Tony, I know what you were thinking. I've been there.

Bummer.

How close is that to our present time?

2205.

That's 40 years. We want to be as close as possible

to that moment just before the distress signal.

Well, that's as close as I can get.

Every time I try for the teens, I...

Lucas, try punching up something as close

to present time as you can.

Jennifer--female.

Tobias--male.

Quantam--male.

Ion--female.

Sarah--female.

All these babies were born

at an optimal 8 pounds, 2 ounces.

Each had an intelligence factor exceeding 6.9.

Health and genetic quality index

are a whopping 8.6.

So why bother? Forget dating. Forget mating.

Call your censys hatchery today.

2216. That's as far as I can get.

Something seems to be malfunctioning

in the database after that.

That's 29 years.

Whatever's preventing you from accessing the present

has nothing to do with the computer databases.

Well, what do you have?

Computer's being jammed, sir.

Jammed?

Yeah. From the outside.

Someone or something is producing rf interference.

[Banging]

What the hell is that?

Oh...

Ever seen anything like that?

Yeah...just like that one over there.

[Boom]

[Mechanical whirring]

Captain, these robots are being controlled remotely by radio signals.

One's coming from about 2 kilometers to the east.

The other's just short of that, west-northwest.

Brody, go to the east with Henderson.

You two go to the northwest. Now, we need specific coordinates.

Great. That'll give me more time to spend with the computer.

Lucas! This is not a honeymoon.

We need some more information from this terminal.

You should be looking for answers, not, uh...Uh...

Ogling.

Ogling...into this thing.

Fine.

Thank you.

Let's go. We're out of here.

[Mechanical whirring]

I hate when this happens.

We're about five blocks from the source of the signal.

Come on. This way.

Brody, watch it!

Aah! Brody!

Henderson!

Over here.

You all right?

I think so if you get me out of here.

Oh, thanks.

I should be thanking you.

That was close.

Yeah? I'm not so sure about that. Piccolo!

You guys o.K.?

Henderson almost got a new haircut, but she's all right.

I don't know if those robots are attacking us.

I'm not sure. That last shot went well over our heads.

Not well enough.

What's your take, boss?

Maybe they're shooting at each other,

like maybe we got caught in the crossfire.

Ends up the same unless we find out

what's controlling them. How close are you?

Another few blocks.

Same here.

Let me know if you get something, huh?

Oh, you'll hear me screamin'.

Out.

Let's get out of here, huh?

Welcome to the big leagues.

Yeah, thanks.

[Bridger] Any luck?

I'll be honest with you...

I've never seen anything like this.

I mean, it's so simple

that it goes beyond any understanding that we have of computers.

It's really...

Lovely.

Lovely?

I mean, it's totally and completely amazing.

It's perfect.

Take it easy, Lucas.

She'll break your heart.

If you have questions, Lucas,

it might be simpler just to ask.

I mean no offense,

but I don't believe you possess the knowledge

to understand my technology.

Good line. I'll remember that.

It wasn't a line, Dr. Smith, but a statement of fact.

How'd you know my name?

United earth organization vessel seaquest.

Registry-- fort Gore, Florida.

Entered service June 25, 2019.

Crew status as of march 2021...

Captain Nathan hale Bridger-- born march 17, 1972.

Commander Jonathan Ford--

born march 4,1990.

Lucas wolenczak--

we get the point.

I thought you would.

And she's got an attitude.

How did we get here?

Utilizing sound coordinates,

sensor chief Miguel Ortiz

directed the seaquest toward the distress signal

sent from this terminal.

No, I mean how did we get here... To this time?

It's more than 200 years from our own.

Since your science has not yet discovered mobius holes,

it may be simpler to say I opened a door in time

through which you could pass.

Watch it, Lucas. She's talking down to you.

Why did you call us here?

The seaquest is precensys.

Having run many probability curves,

I determined that only a precensys human being

could accomplish what I need.

And just what is that?

I need someone to save my babies, captain.

The radio signals are vectoring from in there.

Who the hell is that?

Comin' around your flank, loser.

Excuse us!

Weapons on circle.

Hey, kid!

What's this?

Aah!

Ortiz!

Ortiz!

We're in some kind of jail!

So are we.

Forward ray nonfunctional.

[Whirring]

Ohh! Saw it coming.

Ah, yes!

Come on, come on! Back up!

Met your match now, sucker!

Yes!

What's she doing?

What?

Where'd he come from?

It's Lucas! Whoo hoo!

Targets at...

Huh!

Very cool.

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

Well, I guess we're about to find out.

Uhh!

It was a direct hit.

It was a direct hit!

Right between the eyes!

Well...

Ohhh...

Welcome to the big leagues.

You all right?

Ask me next month.

You feel warm.

Take your hand away. I'll cool off.

Yeah.

You're all right.

Ohhh...

I know you must have a name.

I asked you a question.

What's your name?

Aaron.

Enough with the games, o.K.? Don't!

Forget it.

He seems to have a less positive reaction to my touch.

Give him time.

I didn't get much. I got a name--

Iris.

Why do you think she jammed the circuits?

And her scanners, we never picked them up.

She's feeling she didn't want to be found.

Not very social.

No, but that's because our presence here

scared her half to death.

I get-- I don't know--

a very uncomfortable feeling from her.

It--it's-- it's as if...

Well, I'm not sure that she's ever seen

another human being in the flesh before.

When I try and get close to her,

she recoils... Even mentally.

How could that be?

She must've had a family, parents.

This is her family, captain.

What? A computer?

Well, it's a little more than a computer.

Look, since that jamming signal went down,

I've had no problem getting back to the present time.

Good. Now what do we know?

In the years following the plague,

many of the people that survived took to staying indoors.

What little communication they had was done through video,

through censys.

So they stayed home and watched television.

Close.

They began to interact through virtual games.

From what I can tell, they even had relationships that way.

So long, backseat.

What about their science, technology?

Everything fell apart.

The people that survived were scattered.

There were some tribal skirmishes,

but in the cities--

in the cities, the games started to become a little more real,

less virtual.

Like those robots.

So they stopped reproducing

and started killing each other.

That it?

They played games.

I'm not even sure human life had any value beyond an image,

an opponent.

What about those hatcheries?

Well, the hatcheries were destroyed

by the tribes and the games.

This censys terminal,

programmed to value and promote humanity,

managed to activate the last remaining hatchery.

She incubated a few dozen eggs.

The two we found are all that survived.

You're saying that these kids

are the last people left on the planet.

Them and us as far as I can tell.

What about the computer, the distress signal?

What did she want?

I don't know.

For a start, we can get these kids on seaquest

and get them some food and medical attention.

Get lieutenant Brody and Henderson.

We'll meet them at the ship.

Lucas, whatever we can do or can't do here,

you've got to find a way back home.

We still need more time, Jonathan.

Time for what, captain?

It seems to me we have two choices here.

We can either try and take the seaquest

back through that whatever it is, that void,

or we spend the rest of our lives right here.

No. I think there's a third option.

That censys terminal got us here,

and I have every reason to believe Lucas can take us back.

We'll stay here and maintain the ship's status.

Captain?

Yes?

You may want to come down to the moonpool.

[Darwin] Throw ball.

Play.

Darwin happy.

It's my turn.

I'd say we made a little progress.

They're certainly looking better, aren't they?

They've actually exchange words with each other.

I'm not sure if these kids

have ever been in the same room together.

Darwin's digging it, isn't he?

He knows what he's doing.

He certainly does.

Don't! Don't touch me.

I won't hurt you.

You can have another turn.

I bet you had worse first dates.

Hey, speak for yourself.

[Bridger] Have you made any progress?

I'm trying to cram 200 years of education into a few hours,

but, yes, I made some progress.

Anything about how we get out of here?

It's more like if we get out of here.

Tell me.

It might be better if I show you.

If you're thinking about taking those kids back with us,

you may have to think again.

Why?

Put up the time parabola.

Over the past hundred years or so,

there's been a number of theories

regarding the structure of time.

Despite the fact that nobody completely understands it,

they did have some success manipulating it.

That's fairly obvious.

One of the leading theories

is that time forms some sort of continuum,

an endless loop of sorts.

The mobius strip.

Yeah. Close enough.

The reason we can't get back to our own time

is apparently it doesn't exist anymore.

Now, what a minute.

We know our time existed. We were there.

How can the future exist without the past?

It can't. But according to this theory,

the past can't exist without the future.

Disengage the arc.

I think she oversimplified the theory

so we could understand it,

but simply put,

I think we may be at the end of time.

Lucas, unless we can ensure a future,

we have no place to go home to.

Right.

That means then that the entirety

of the past, the present, and the future

depends on...

Her children...

Those two kids who were playing video games.

Washed, cleaned, and healthy.

And well-fed. I made them a picnic basket.

You know how it is-- a boy, a girl, a picnic, a blanket.

If Lucas is right,

we've ensured a future here,

and we ought to have brought back the past.

There's one way to find out.

Commander Ford, any changes down there?

No, nothing.

Literally nothing.

I don't understand.

Do we got to wait around

until these two kids, you know, start a family?

I would have thought there'd be a change

since they got back on track.

I'll handle this.

Game terminal 15 activated.

Maybe things are not on track.

The last babe on earth, and she's not his type?

It's the machine. Look at them.

They're drawn to it like babies to a mother's breast.

In a way, that is it, isn't it?

If we left them here now,

how long before they were relying completely on that computer?

It's all they know. What are you suggesting, doctor?

I won't do it.

I can't.

Three blue rods, Lucas,

just below the central screen.

Withdraw them, please.

If I remove them--

I will shut down.

This is insane.

You're this incredible piece of technology

I've never even seen before.

With all that you are, I just can't.

I'm a computer, Lucas, a machine.

I'm incapable of being insane.

Yeah, but why?

Why do you have to shut down?

For my children, for your children.

Hey, they need you.

They need to be on their own.

Yeah, I understand that, but...

What if they have questions? What if they need help?

They can come to you.

They'll have to find the answers for themselves,

on their own.

Lucas, please.

I have so many questions.

I have so much I don't understand.

There is more in life than knowledge, Lucas.

Kindness, courage, and love

are what you need to understand.

Knowledge without that understanding

has brought us where we are.

You have seen the future.

Now you must help change it.

That's why you needed someone precensys.

The people from my time could not do what I ask.

They would think of it as killing themselves.

For you, it's a chance to save your lives, to go on.

Lucas, please.

Thank you, Lucas,

for having the courage...

Put up the aft screens.

Aye, sir.

The aft screens.

Oh.

That is the aft screen, sir.

I'll be...

I'm getting clear readings all the way back through the disturbance.

Captain...

Whatever you guys did up there,

it seems to have done the trick.

Looks like we've got a clear path back home.

Good news, Jonathan.

We're on our way back now.

You did right, Lucas.

Why doesn't it feel right?

If doing the right thing always felt right,

we wouldn't have ended up in a world like this.

This is the future. This is the way it's going to be.

Maybe. Maybe not.

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hi. I'm Michael deluise.

When you think of marine animals, what comes to mind?

Fish, whales, sharks, starfish?

Birds?

Maybe not. But penguins are aquatic birds

that spend most of their lives in and underwater.

They have webbed feet, waterproof feathers,

and flippers instead of wings.

Piccolo uses his gills to breathe underwater.

Penguins can hold their breath up to 20 minutes

while hunting anchovies, krill, and squid.

See you on the next adventure of seaquest.