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The triangulum galaxy.

300 billion planets--

each one 1,000 times larger than earth.

A mass of more than 50,000 light-years from end to end,

and yet surprisingly enough,

not a single decent place to eat.

( Both chuckle )

Must be weird...

Being an astronomer and not being able to see.

Oh, I don't know.

What do you see when you look up at the sky at night?

The moon, stars.

Tiny little dots far, far away?

Our eyes drawn to the twinkle of 100 billion galaxies,

giving life to illusion, illusion to life--

something upon which to hang our hopes.

So why do you have a telescope?

Came with the place.

( Chuckles )

Show me something else.

I don't see anything.

You will.

Wow! That was cool.

This a bad time, professor?

Scott.

My friend and I were just admiring your comet.

New research assistant, professor?

Oh, come on, commander.

You know I put the education of our youth

ahead of my own pathetic needs

for love and understanding.

We envy your sacrifice, Tobias.

And now if you'll extend that courtesy to Lucas,

we can uplink your trackers.

We've got a comet to recover, remember?

Yeah, right.

Hey, Lucas.

When the commander picks a name for his comet,

make sure he goes with something folksy--

none of that Alpha bravo numbers crap.

He's been pushing wolenczak's comet all morning.

Hey, come on. That's folksy.

If that thing burns itself out

before I've had a chance to study it,

I'm callin' it quits.

The energy it's packin',

it could be my ticket out of our solar system.

You're sure there's something out there worth your time?

I'm sure I'm not gonna find out till I get out there and take a look.

You're pretty casual about interstellar travel, aren't you?

On the contrary, captain.

I find the idea fascinating.

It's just that, to date,

nothing's ever fallen out of the sky

that's done anything

but remind us how vulnerable we are.

I'm on-line, professor.

The comet just passed through the q upper belt.

She's wet in 16 minutes.

She's flying.

Lieutenant Brody.

Status report.

Recovery team prepped and ready, sir.

Commander, this stuff is amazing.

Hydrogen particles, mednet radiation,

absolute matter.... Just a few seconds old.

If these readings are correct,

that comet has traversed the entire known universe

in less than six weeks.

That's billions of light-years from end to end.

Nothing moves that fast.

Dominant absolute matter does.

But absolute matter is a theory. It doesn't exist.

If it did,

anyone could travel between galaxies

in the blink of an eye.

What do you think of my comet now, Tobias?

I think you better keep an eye on it.

Lieutenant, what's wrong?

I can't get to it, sir.

This thing is going up like a giant bromo.

I don't know how much more of this heat I can take.

Were you able to recover anything?

No, sir. Nothing.

She's gone.

We've got every available unit in the area

sweeping the perimeter.

Unfortunately, telemetry readings

aren't holding out much hope.

Surface temperatures have even returned to normal.

It's like it never happened.

Scott, it was a comet.

It fell to earth, it broke apart. That's what comets do.

Yeah, well, interstellar travel just slipped through my fingers.

If I don't find a way to travel

outside our galaxy, I'm gonna lose my funding

to this guy. Hey!

I lent you my boat, didn't I?

Tobias, if I didn't know you better,

I'd swear that you were glad this thing broke apart.

I'm glad no one got hurt.

Whenever you go up against the forces of nature,

and get out with your hide intact,

you thank your lucky stars.

You thank 'em.

If you ask me, I got ripped off.

Scott, you've been to Mars and back.

Do you know how many people went with you?

Everyone from Leonardo da Vinci to the Wright brothers

was strapped inside that tin can right alongside you.

When our time comes,

your contributions will be there, too.

I don't plan on being there in spirit, Tobias.

I plan on being there in person.

Professor, thanks again for the use of your trackers.

Any time, Nathan.

Kind of embarrassing falling on your face

in front of the man who taught you everything.

Sorry, commander. We had six hours out there,

and we were just pulling up water.

There's a cold front stirring things up.

Even if there were something to find,

by now, it's been blown miles from here.

Thanks for tryin'.

You can call the rest in, Jonathan.

Aye, sir.

Sea crabs Alpha and bravo, mission one is scrapped.

Return to base.

Roger that, seaquest. We're heading in.

Tobias is one of the great minds of our time.

Totally blind,

and there isn't a solar system in our galaxy

that he hasn't charted.

Did you know that when he was seven years old,

he pinpointed the exact moment

that the universe was born?

At age seven, I barely knew my own birthdate.

At 14, he holds Newton's chair at Cambridge.

Ooh. And I thought you were competitive with me.

It's like he was born for one reason.

It was to open our eyes to the wonders of the universe.

You should have seen him.

Skinny little 14-year-old kid totally captivating

a room full of NASA pencil necks.

Made us all feel like we were idiots.

You know, intelligence can only take us so far.

Then we have to get out and walk.

Yeah.

Well, you're lucky, Nathan.

You've got this boat.

Your universe will always be within reach.

I'll never have that.

( Banging sound )

What is it, my friend?

He wants us to follow.

What is it, pal?

Darwin can't leave. Too slimy.

What? An oil spill?

Not oil. Blanket.

A blanket?

O'Neil, what's he saying?

I don't know.

I'm not reading any contaminants.

There's no internal ruptures or fuel leaks, either.

Engage a wskr. Aye, sir.

Where's the blanket?

Around seaquest. Brings new life.

Wskr view up, sir.

Looks like a cocoon.

Ortiz, how deep are we?

I have no idea, sir.

Anything I ping out just pings right back at me.

( Distorted voice on P.A. )

Piccolo, repeat.

( Static on P.A. )

Piccolo?

He's in "c" deck, sir.

It's kind of like everything shoved into a corner,

and I really think somebody oughta come down here

and look at this.

Anybody?

What is that?

The pimple from hell.

Has the main line busted?

Lucas, go check the rest of the hull.

Looks like it's full of liquid.

Maybe the head's backed up,

'cause this thing stinks.

Structural integrity is fine.

Let's try the sonogram.

Okay.

Captain.

It's a baby.

Yeah, but a baby what?

Q to base seven. This is commander Scott Keller. Do you copy?

I need a priority one signal.

What kind of baby is it?

Question of the hour, dag.

I'll tell you what it is.

It's an unknown biologic that's dragging us

to the ocean floor.

I think it's kinda cute.

Base seven, this is commander Keller.

Do you copy?

I'm sorry, sir.

I can't hold a signal.

Nothing can work in this heat.

Can we surface?

We're too heavy, Scott.

I can't afford to risk blowing the ballast.

This thing is feeding off the bio-skin of our boat.

It's growing.

That's what babies do, dag.

No, he's right.

It is growing.

We're about to give birth to an alien.

Nathan, we gotta tell someone.

I'd like to share your enthusiasm,

but I've got a submarine to get back on-line.

Activate level ten emergency oxygen procedures.

Report to designated shelter stations.

That thing breathes our air.

Our air, our water--

all systems have shut down in sequence.

All right, commander,

let's go to level ten emergency.

Lock off everything above the "c" deck.

Move as far away from this thing as possible.

And I want guards on that thing around the clock.

Aye, sir. Okay, people, let's move it.

Ah! Oh!

( Roars )

Lucas: That's it.

There's no more juice.

I've seen enough.

It's got a full charge.

Good. Hook it up to your tracker.

Let's hunt that thing down.

O'Neil...

Damage report.

From what I can tell, sir, there is no damage.

Just no power.

All these cells have been drained dry.

All right.

Everyone stay in that shelter until this thing is found.

Ford and Brody are going on a search party.

The rest of us will head back as soon as we can.

I want all corridors sealed and locked behind us.

Is everyone accounted for?

No, sir. There are three no-shows.

Miguel's one of 'em.

I got activity on "b" deck.

Ortiz is missing?

Don't worry, dagwood. We'll find him.

Colter, novacek, run flank with Brody.

You two with me. Yes, sir.

I'm going, too. No, you're not.

This was my deal.

I can handle myself.

Okay, gentlemen, stay sharp. Let's move.

I thought the aliens were our friends.

I guess there's a good and bad in everything, dagwood.

This is a bad in everything?

Yes, this is a very bad in everything.

( Sniffs )

It smells like a bad in everything.

( Beeping )

I'm gettin' something up ahead.

Come on.

Weapons on full.

There's something in here.

Trudell?

Ortiz?

( Screaming )

Stop. You'll hit colter!

Lieutenant, what's going on?

He snatched colter right up through

the grid work above "c" deck.

Jonathan, he's right below you.

Any sign of Miguel?

He was here; That's all I know.

Be careful, man. This thing is fast.

What's up here?

It's the mag-lev, but he's not up there.

Brody says he's on "b" deck.

He was here for some reason.

You can't make sense of this thing, commander.

It's a predator.

He may be a predator,

but he's trying to make sense of us.

Brody? Meet us at mag-lev.

( Beeping )

( Beeping quickens )

It's a scrub.

No. Huh-uh.

Let's splash this one right now.

No, wait.

It's not another one.

It's Ortiz.

A person is missing until found, commander.

Aye, sir.

If Ortiz is on this boat, we'll find him.

Get me Scott again.

Yeah?

Scott, what do we got here?

I wish I knew, Nathan.

He's collecting things-- books, photographs, clothes-- things from our world.

Think it's capable of processing information?

This stuff isn't random.

He wants something.

I'm not gonna wait to find out what it is.

My interest in science lags when my crew is in danger.

This doesn't necessarily mean that Ortiz is dead.

No, sir.

Of course not. No, absolutely not, sir.

These com lines can be set up for emergency power

by satellite, right?

Yeah, but the e.B.S. Controls it from their end.

Yeah, but we can tap into them if we need them, right?

Yes, but the power would be negligible.

I'm not even sure how much power you can pull out of the atmosphere.

If it powers one extra pulse rifle, it's worth it.

We'd have to find a hot wire somewhere along this system.

Here. Communications.

Somebody's gonna have to crawl through

40 feet of duct ware to get there.

I'll do it. It's no problem.

I'll go.

Uh, you better let me do this.

Why? 'Cause it's dangerous?

Let me earn my keep, would you?

Remember, if you see anything, hear anything,

don't hesitate to push that all-alert flash.

Got it.

Thanks.

Me and my big mouth.

I'm in.

Nothin'.

Either his trail ends here or this battery's dead.

Where is he?

Is there any other way to get this thing operational

without power-- a backup system?

No, once the power goes down, mag-lev goes with it.

If you're between stations,

you gotta hoof it to the next stop.

I've done it. It ain't pretty.

What about through here?

No, he couldn't have gone through there.

That's an emergency exit.

Even with no power, if somebody goes through there,

an alarm sounds throughout the entire boat.

He's fried the alarm system.

If he's inside the mag-lev tunnel,

he can access the entire boat.

Smarter than I thought.

( Sniffing )

Dag, am I glad to see you.

I'm glad to see you.

Where's the baby bad thing?

Does that look like the work of a baby?

Help me out, would you?

Dag?

( Roars )

Dag.

Are you all right?

Barely even fazed that thing.

Miguel.

Thanks.

The others didn't make it out.

Trying to make it to the shelter, but...

Boat was sealed up tight.

Dagwood, you saved my life, man.

Thanks.

Welcome...

Man.

It was a bad thing.

Let's get you guys to safe quarters.

( Growling )

Tim.

I was able to hot wire the vid link.

It's rebooting through memory now.

Great job.

Um, Ortiz is fine; A little banged up,

but he'll live to tell his grandkids.

Henderson.

Lonnie.

Scott, my friend and I were just...

Admiring your comet.

Lonnie!

Tim!

Tim!!

Don't worry, Lonnie, I'm comin'!

Tim!

Lonnie!

Tim!

No!!

( Lonnie screaming )

Recharge weapons

and the medical facilities.

You might as well charge a shaver;

it's as useless as these pulse rifles against that thing.

Captain, what about Henderson?

I'm not getting anything on the tracker, Lucas.

Well, your trackers are wrong.

It's busted or something; The batteries are low.

There's no way she can be gone. She can't be gone!

It's fully charged, Lucas. I'm sorry.

Easy, easy.

Maybe she's hiding...

Like Ortiz.

Even with Miguel down in the belly of this beast,

it always registers something.

I should've gone.

It should've been me.

Captain, I'm getting something in the engine room.

Lucas: It's Henderson.

No, it's moving too fast.

Do we have enough power to charge the ballast?

Some. Yeah, but not enough to drag us to the surface

with this shell around us.

What happens if we empty the swim tubes?

We might have more pressure to work with.

All right, let's do it.

Secure Darwin in the moon pool.

We'll suck this thing into the swim tubes

and blast it out through the ballast.

Lucas.

Yeah?

This was Henderson's choice.

No matter what it looks like,

it's not your fault.

Whether it's my fault or not, it sure feels like it is,

so I fail to see the difference.

Darwin's secured in "c" deck, captain.

Tubes are drained.

( Loud roaring )

He's on the move!

O'Neil, seal off "b" deck now!

He's gone; You missed him.

Gimme that thing.

Rumor has it there's a blind spot

up around the lock port.

I hide in it to get out of kitchen duty.

I really doubt it's true, sirs, but hey, you never know.

Must be true.

O'Neil...

Flood the tubes.

Flood tubes 6 and 7 now.

It's Henderson. She's alive!

We got her, sir.

All right, let's close 'em down.

Grab her legs.

I knew you'd make it.

I knew you couldn't have gone.

I was hiding from that thing.

I crawled inside the ballast.

Easy, easy. Just take it easy.

I saw it get flushed out the ballast tubes.

It's gone, sir.

Let's get her to med bay.

( Coughing ) No.

I can make it. I'm okay.

When this is all over,

this tub's gonna need some serious spring cleaning.

What is this stuff?

Excess cocoonage.

It's jammin' the swim tubes.

It seems to be breaking up.

Ortiz, let's see if we can reboot the system.

Aye, sir.

It's working, sir.

Vid link, oxygen thrusters,

everything's coming back on-line.

We may be out of the woods.

Brody, run a scan over all of seaquest.

Make sure this thing's really gone.

Don't have to, sir.

I can tell you right now, it's still onboard.

Where? Launch bay.

And movin' fast.

Who's driving that thing?

I don't know, sir.

They have their vid link turned off.

Start the security cam in the launch bay.

Aye, aye, sir.

( Grunting )

What is she doing?

Ortiz, override its power.

I can't, sir.

That thing's completely fried the guidance system.

I have no control over it.

Scott...

My friend and I were just admiring your comet.

Vid link always reboot through memory?

Just the last few uplinks.

It's only got about 10k.

The same transmission played back

when Henderson tapped into the e.B.S. Satellite system.

So, we have mass

times density into space...

Giving us the so-called mending of time.

But if time does truly loop around

in its much-ballyhooed continuum,

why then can we only remember the past

and not the future?

Because pure density only exists in absolute matter.

But absolute matter doesn't exist.

It's a concept.

Unless you mean the absence of matter, miss, uh...

Henderson, Lonnie.

Miss Henderson, Lonnie.

No, that's not what I meant.

I assume density is absolute.

And you assume correctly.

( Buzzer sounds )

I will see you all Thursday.

Anything else, miss Henderson, Lonnie?

Wouldn't the same mass density ratio

also apply in absolutes?

Ha. No. It would not.

Can I ask why?

If I can ask why such enormous questions

come from such a pretty voice.

Okay, you caught me.

I memorized them from one of your book discs.

I was trying to get your attention by impressing you.

Why would someone want to do that?

I have a very curious mind.

Are you as thirsty as I am, miss Henderson, Lonnie?

Readings are red-lining.

It's coming from that direction.

Tobias: What drives our need to understand these things

that twinkle on around us?

Isn't it just knowing

that this great unknown is out there--

the wonder, the sheer inspiration?

"Thou art the star for which all evening waits."

Oh.

Sorry.

I'm a sucker for great inspiration.

Did I do something to deserve that?

Guess i'm a sucker for it, too.

( Growling )

You threw that thing halfway across the room.

Oh, more than halfway, I should think.

What's it want, Tobias?

Why did it come after you?

Thank you for saving my life, my friend.

We lost him in the woods.

That thing could be anywhere by now.

It won't go far.

I'm the one he wants.

The only ones in danger

are the people standing in the way of my execution.

I should have seen this coming.

I have no excuse for myself.

What about Henderson?

Is she still alive inside that thing?

Oh, your friend is fine.

I never could have fallen for her

if her soul wasn't human.

I can smell my own kind a mile away.

What kind is that?

My world.

Hiberian.

11 million light-years from earth;

heretofore unobserved

in your grand scheme of the universe.

I'm gettin' a grand scheme myself.

How do we know the other one's an assassin?

You're the one who's been hiding out on our planet.

Maybe the other guy's a bounty hunter; The law or something;

whatever you have on your planet.

The good professor here is a fugitive from justice.

Fugitive.

That's a good word for me.

You're a criminal?

In my world, yes, I guess I am.

Hiberian is a planet of conquest,

forever at war with itself and those around it.

My teachings in tolerance and anti-expansion

branded me a traitor, for which I was sentenced to death.

I implanted my embryo and took off for a new world.

Bringing us your trouble.

Hopefully I've brought you more than that.

This one who's after me is a stormer--

not overly bright,

but damn good at his work.

Hiberian will only know that your planet is peopled

and therefore conquerable,

if he's successful in returning with my head.

What happened to the boy, Tobias?

I am as you've always known me, my friend.

Tobias leconte,

son of atold and Phyllis leconte,

naturalists researching the serengeti

with their infant son

when a great ball of fire fell to earth,

blinding the young leconte.

Exposure to the comet would later develop as cancer,

which, having a natural immunity,

I was able to fight off.

In some respects, I gave that child a life he never would have had.

What about our friend?

She's imprisoned until my assassin releases her.

So we can't kill it without killing her,

or hand you over to this stormer

without leaving ourselves open to attack.

I'm very sorry about your friend.

It was never my intention to bring trouble to this planet.

There's gotta be something we can do.

As I said, it isn't very smart,

and it only wants one thing.

Can I help you?

Yes, I'm looking for professor leconte.

The professor is in the second-floor lecture hall.

I believe I saw him there earlier.

Thank you.

( Monster's voice ) Where is he?

The professor lives here now.

He no longer lives by your rules.

This isn't your fight.

This one is dead

if you don't take me to him now.

What's going on?

Sir, please, I know you're just doing your job,

but let us handle this ourselves.

Drop your weapon and release him.

Please trust me. I said drop it!

Thank god you're all so stupid.

Can't you guys ever leave something behind

for a person to study?

I think I might have something better for you, my friend.

The mechanics of it were actually quite simple.

Figuring out a way to create dominant absolute matter

to fuel the thing was another matter,

( chuckles ) So to speak.

You don't like it?

Like it?

It's incredible.

How did you achieve absolute mass?

More important,

why did you let me spin my wheels all these years

when you had it all along?

Why, my friend?

So you could run off and get yourself lost

or worse, killed,

never to be heard from again?

No, I like you too much, Scotty.

I like your planet, I like its people,

but you've got a lot to learn

about the power of interstellar travel,

and plenty of time to learn it.

My teacher, my tormentor till the very end.

Couldn't persuade you to stay, huh?

Hmm.

I'd love to, Nathan,

but it's only a matter of time

before they find me again.

It's better this way.

Exactly where will you go?

I mean...

You mean, how will I see to get there?

Actually, I was kind of hoping you'd drive, Scott.

Come with me, my friend.

Let's go in search of other worlds--

experience for ourselves

all those places we argued about

over so many pitchers of beer.

Lucas?

Has he gone or is he thinking it over?

He's thinking it over.

There's nothing to think about.

This is what I've dreamed of my whole life.

Only my family and my good friends

would ever tolerate my long absences.

I hope you'll understand this one, too.

You know, Lucas,

I never realized this until now--

how similar you are to Tobias.

Are you sure you're not from outer space?

Hey...

You guys take care of each other.

Yeah.

Thank you.

I wonder if he'll come back.

Depends on what he finds out there.

I hope he comes back.

Me, too.

You have any idea how to get outta here?

None whatsoever.

Well, every journey begins with one small step.

What the hell? Let's go.

Hi. I'm Marcus Sanchez.

Surrounding me are not snakes, but fish--

the legendary moray eel.

Once considered sacred,

early Egyptians believed morays to be mystical,

and ancient romans even sacrificed slaves to them.

Long a nightmare to divers,

we know now that the moray's gaping smile

to be a necessary breathing technique.

Though common throughout all oceans,

morays are rarely seen outside their caves,

emerging only at night

to feed on their favorite foods--

lobster and octopus.

See you on the next adventure of seaquest.

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