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We saw the Earth destroyed.

And in a heartbeat,
everything and everyone we knew...

was gone.

There were five of us.

The crew of the space shuttle Odyssey.

And we were the only survivors.

A mysterious being
who called himself The Seeker...

rescued us and sent us back in time.

And now we have five years to live over.

Five years to discover who or what
destroyed the Earth.

Five years to stop it from happening again.

We got....

Watch out.

How bad?

At Ieast six, maybe seven,
wrapped in plastic, weighted with chains.

I.D.?

AII there. CIothes are intact.
No evidence he took any trophies...

and no conventional trauma to the bodies
to indicate how they died.

If no one has anything to say...

I would vote for never eating another meal
in this exemplary dining establishment.

Thank you.

Well, Chuck picked it because it's Iow-key,
which means it suits our purpose.

Yeah, and he did Iike the chilli.

He did? Well, Commander Chuckie
has resigned his commission...

so I'd opt for a restaurant where the menu
features salmon, not salmonella.

-Kurt, the food's not the point.
-So what's the point now?

The four of us moping Iike toddlers
who've Iost their daddy?

Look, if Chuck had died,
we'd still have a job to do, so Iet's just do it.

-Sarah, anything? Anything in the news?
-There's nothing.

I mean, there's something.

You guys have been reading about these
missing persons in the newspaper, right?

Well, today I did a feature
on six of the missing...

who turned up at the bottom
of the San Jacinto River.

Most of them had been abducted
straight from their homes.

-What is the point, please?
-Yeah, back off, Kurt.

None of these victims
had anything in common, okay?

There was a doctor,
a stockbroker, a Iawyer, a stripper--

-A stripper?
-Yeah, I thought you'd Iike that.

Well, do you think it's Sentient related?

Well, my police source says that all
of the bodies had these strange markings...

on their faces, as if some mechanical device
had made them.

Like nothing they had ever seen.

Big deal. No one had ever seen
anything Iike Jeffrey Dahmer...

until Io and behold, we saw him.

Darling, as paranoid as we've all become...

not every horrible occurrence in this world
is related to Sentients or Synthetics.

Let's give a Iittle credit to humanity...

and its ability to create stunning atrocities
on its own.

Yeah, I'm sorry.
I have to agree with Kurt on this one.

Good God, another sign of the end of days.

Well, I don't know if we should investigate
this until we have more evidence.

We could be wasting precious time.

Okay. How are we supposed to get evidence
without investigating?

I can do some fast Internet research,
all right?

I have a trapdoor into ViCAP. I can see
if I can dig up any more mass graves.

-AII right?
-Wonderful.

Now we're gonna be solving crimes.
Perhaps we should wear costumes as well.

Why don't we fiddle a Iittle Ionger
while the Earth implodes? Goodbye.

I think BIondie has a stick up his ass.

I think he's just really upset
about what his creature did.

I think he just wanted to stick us
with the cheque.

Hey, Sarah, it's Neil.
I got those case files from ViCAP.

I'm e-mailing them to you.

The only thing that really stands out to me...

is that the first victim,
a fella named Ernie Nicholson...

was part of something called
the Transhumanist Guild.

You should check out the Web site.

It's all about cyborgs and nanotech and
humans interfacing with computers and....

It's worth checking out. Maybe.

Listen...

I gotta go, so I'II keep nosing around online,
see what I can find...

and give me a call Iater. Bye.

Look who's back
from the wilds of North Texas.

Hey.

Can I get you some coffee,
something to eat?

Okay, so that something to eat
isn't exactly happening.

You want to order a pizza?

Well, I'm not hungry.
I just want some coffee. Would be good.

Okay.

-So, what'd you do in Denton?
-Nothing much.

-Why'd you come back?
-Hell if I know.

Thanks.

Yeah. Dad, you're freaking me out
a Iittle bit here.

You've always been the man with the plan.

Yeah, well, now I'm the man without a clue.

I've been trying to track down
that L.D.U.-7 Synth.

Looking at seismic reports and--

You know, they got the best damn
black bass up at Lake Dallas.

Beautiful suckers. I mean, they're big.
Ten or 12 pounds, 15 pounds.

I think I'II just pack a bag, turn around,
go up there and fish me some.

Is that really what you're gonna do
for the next four years? Fish for bass?

Hell, no. Maybe I'II just drive down
to Mexico and fish me up some marlin.

Want to come along?

-You know I can't.
-Suit yourself.

Jesus Christ,
what the fuck is wrong with you?

This isn't you.
You're my father. You're my commander.

We watched the destruction
of the entire world, remember?

And everyone on it.
Mom was on it. Marc, everyone.

It didn't break you then. So why now?

Dad, Mom wouldn't want you
to walk away Iike this.

She'd want you to get through this
and go on.

Who in God's name are you to tell me
what you think my wife would want?

I mean, who in the hell are you
to tell me what the woman I Iived with...

for 25 years would think or say about me?

I think the fact
that you're all of 22 years old...

and you have to condescend to being 17...

is throwing you into an arrogance
that's just about intolerable...

and I, for one, am sick of it.

So until you have to spend 25 years...

cleaning up the crap
of Iiving with someone day to day...

why don't you just keep your asinine,
know-it-all, judgemental...

fucking opinions to yourself...

and Iet me get on with my Iife.

Or what remains of it, anyway.

Is that what we all are, Dad? Your remains?

-Stop whining.
-Fuck you.

-Mrs Murphy?
-Yes.

How do you do?

First of all, may I offer my condolences
on the death of your husband?

-I'm very sorry.
-Thank you. You knew Danny?

Not well, I'm afraid. I do a Iittle business
at the docks where he worked.

Gaming, you might call it.

Your husband placed a bet with me
shortly before he passed away.

Danny never gambled.

No, I know. He just put a few dollars
into a pool with some of his friends...

just to be sociable, and as it happened...

the horse was inspired to win
at 30-to-one odds.

And I know nothing can make up
for your Ioss...

but perhaps this can help a Iittle
with the expenses.

Once again, I'm very sorry. Very, very sorry.

Take care and good Iuck, Mrs Murphy.

-Thank you.
-Goodbye.

My God.

I had a feeling I'd be hearing from you
when I saw this.

How'd you find out about the markings?

The cops on the scene.

-Jesus, what made those?
-I wish I knew.

They were undoubtedly painful,
but they didn't kill her.

What did kill her?

An embolism in the brain,
just Iike the rest of them.

They all died of embolisms?

None had any history of brain disease.

And there were no indications of
head trauma that might remotely explain...

why six otherwise healthy individuals
would all suffer fatal blood clots.

So, how can you say
they were even murdered?

Well, they all wound up in the same place.
So somebody was trying to hide something.

But what? That's the question of the day.

So your husband wasn't acquainted
with any of the other victims?

No.

But he corresponded with people
all over the world by e-mail.

He might've met some of them online,
I don't know.

Would any of these correspondents
be engineers Iike him?

Most of them, probably.
But why would any of them want him dead?

Why would anyone want him dead?

Could we take a Iook at his e-mail?

No. The police impounded his hard drive...

but I could show you his office, if you Iike.

That would be great. Thank you.

Your husband had an impressive collection
of science books.

Ernie was very interested
in technology issues.

What's transhumanism?

That was one of Ernie's interests.
I think he attended some meetings about it.

Printouts from the Web site
of the Transhumanist Guild.

Were the meetings he went to
run by this group?

I think so.

Was he on his way to a meeting
when he disappeared?

No. Not to my knowledge.

Mrs Nicholson, would it be all right
if we borrowed these?

You're not gonna make
Ernie out to be one of those...

Iunatic, fringe, cult members, are you?

No, no. I promise. Not at all.

-Take whatever you Iike.
-Thank you.

So he says he's gonna go fishing,
and then he's gonna go to Mexico.

I mean, he hasn't been to NASA
in two weeks, Holly.

Look, maybe you should just
cut him some slack.

I mean, he just Iost his wife.

Yeah, I just Iost my mom. I still do my job.

Sorry.

Forget it. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Sorry you had to Iisten to all that crap
I've been venting for half an hour.

It's okay, I don't mind.
I mean, this is the first time we've...

got a chance to sit down and talk
since Rapture, so....

Yeah.

I'm supposed to be comforting you,
remember?

Sorry about your mom.
I should've gone to the service.

It's okay. I had family then.

You know,
I've been pretty fucked up myself Iately.

You know what the hardest part is?

I miss the closeness that I felt with Rapture.

That connection we all had,
it was so amazing.

And then one day I woke up
in a hospital room, and I couldn't feel you.

Man, I was alone in my own head.

I just feel so alone.

You're not.

Your folks here?

They're out of town.

Thank God!

I knew it. I knew you'd come back to me.

Am I dreaming?

You got it backwards, you just woke up.

You died.

I held you while you died.

I didn't die, Chuck. You almost died.

That thing, whatever it was,
it got hold of you.

Don't you remember?

Your friends got it off you
before it could kill you...

but it put you into a coma.

The doctor said it could Iast for months,
but it's been a week.

-Dr Bertran, Iook, he's awake.
-So I see.

I won't need this.

Hold on. Hold on, now.
I'm delighted to find you conscious...

but you're not quite ready to get vertical yet.

Oh, shit.

You've been in a coma for a week.
You need to take it slow.

And I need to do
a thorough work-up on you.

'Cause I feel Iike
I'm in the fucking twilight zone.

See that signpost up ahead? It says "rest."

Paige.

I'm gonna Iet the doctor do his exam,
but I'II be back.

There's a Houston chapter of
the Transhumanist Guild on Delano Street.

Sarah?

Sarah?

Where'd you just go?

I was just thinking about the first time
that Troy and I, you know....

Back in the old timeline.

Yeah? How's that going in this timeline?

It isn't. Troy broke it off with Cheryl.

She called me and asked me to back off,
so that's what I'm gonna do.

-You're not sleeping with him yet?
-No.

And he's been honest with her
about the attraction between the two of you.

So what exactly
is it you're feeling guilty about?

I don't feel guilty about anything.

Come on, you're Catholic.
You feel guilty about everything.

Look, Cheryl is Iosing the game, and she's
asking you to forfeit and clear the field.

If this guy really is the Iove of your Iife,
you'd be an idiot to give him up now.

So Iet's see what goes on
at this Transhumanist Guild, anyway.

-That was nice.
-Nice?

Really nice.

You sure you haven't done this before?

You're my first.

How do you feel about seconds?

How about we just cuddle for a while?

Okay.

Thank you
for making me feel safe my first time.

My world hasn't felt safe in a while.

You mean since your mother died?

Yeah.

Yeah.

This stuff, this skin, it was all over
your mother, and then Kurt walks up...

and hands me this injection-gun contraption
full of my own blood.

And I jam it into your mother's Ieg,
and the skin retracted...

except it was too Iate.

God, that is so wild.

I'm glad I haven't been in your head
for the past week, thinking Mom was dead.

Well, what the hell is your version?

Well, the skin was on you.
Kurt had his EpiPen...

and you almost died.

But you didn't.

When it cools off a bit,
you can help me with the roses.

The roses.

Friends and colleagues,
only a Iudite would deny...

that machines are more efficient
than people.

A car moves much quicker
than the fastest person can run.

A bulldozer moves more earth
than the strongest man could ever Iift.

A computer thinks a million times faster
than the smartest human being.

So why shouldn't we prefer to be
at Ieast part machine?

This is the essence of transhumanism.

The conviction that technology can help us,
as a race...

transcend the biological Iimitations
of the human body.

So you remember Ernie Nicholson?

Yes. A very bright man. Engineer, I believe.

He was trying to work out
the practical applications...

of transhumanism when he was killed.

-Was he working with someone?
-No. Just on his own, I think.

So these improvements to the body
that you talk about...

you mean, bionic Iimbs and organs?

Or nanotechnology.

Well, human beings are constantly
upgrading themselves.

We develop drugs to give us immunity
from disease...

surgeries and implants
to correct vision, hearing.

And now genetic engineering.

Evolution has moved
out of nature's hands into ours...

whether people want to admit it or not.

Can you think of any of these upgrades
that might have harmful by-products...

Iike, say, brain embolisms?

-Downloading.
-What?

Downloading the human consciousness
itself into the computer medium.

One theory posits...

the process of scanning
the information of a person's brain...

would cause irreversible damage
to the brain itself.

Is this even remotely possible?

Dr Peter Egan was the Iast one
that came close to achieving it.

-Do you know where we can find him?
-He's running a hospice.

Tending the dying, when he could be
helping them transcend death.

This is very exciting, Ms Forbes,
to be sharing these ideas with you.

Most media stories make us out
to be a bunch of crackpots.

Imagine that.

Young man, what the heck happened
to plot 1334?

That'd be it right there.
Right where you're standing.

If there was anybody in it.

You know, perhaps if you'd been
interested in talking...

-you might've Iearnt a Iittle bit about me.
-Really?

Summa cum laude, Harvard Law,
attorney with Citibank.

You were fun, Kurt, but don't call.

Wait a minute.
The summa cum laude at Harvard?

-No, I'm in a rush.
-I'm more of an MIT man myself.

Chuck, you're back up on your feet.
Chuck, this is Candy. Candy, this is Chuck.

How do you do, Candy? Sorry to intrude.
Kurt, what's happening? What am I doing?

Last time I Iooked, you were standing here
talking to me and Candy.

No, two weeks ago
when I was on the floor with Paige.

Don't you remember being in Paige's arms?

Hell, yes, I remember, but everybody's
telling me I'm remembering wrong.

-Candy, darling, I believe you were Ieaving.
-I was.

-The skin was all over me.
-Skin?

Yes. You were under the fatal grip
of a Synthetic.

Synthetic? Like rubber?

You were swooning, going under,
but thanks to genius and quick action...

-on someone's part--
-You.

Yes, and I'II blissfully remind you
several times a day...

that you received no stroke
from the heat of the skin.

Okay, you guys are way too far out.
I'm out of here.

-I'II call you.
-Don't.

It's a date then.

Yeah, Kurt, why would the skin attack me
again if it didn't get through to me once?

Because it wanted to kill you,
as well as control you.

It Iiterally wanted to squeeze you to death,
and it very nearly succeeded.

I don't remember that, either.

Well, I'm not surprised.

So you ready to rejoin the group?

As much as it pains me to admit it,
we're Iost without you.

What are you working on?

AII right. I think you got up a Iittle too soon
this morning.

Need to get you home.

-Yeah.
-Come on.

-Chuck, where were you?
-Well, I had to check a few things out.

Chuck, you've had a head injury. Maybe
you shouldn't push things right away.

Just take a Iittle time to get your bearings.

-And don't Iet him wander off.
-I won't.

I'm not a geriatric. I'm not senile.

PIease stop talking about me
Iike I'm not even in the damn room.

Chuck, you nearly died. You need to rest.

It just doesn't feel the same.
There's just nothing the same here.

What?

You say I almost died.
Well, I almost died in the Odyssey.

But when the air was running out
I remembered things. I saw things.

It's just.... I don't have that experience now.
I don't remember shit.

Well, maybe you're just becoming jaded.

Maybe.

Take care of him. Chuck, Paige.

PIease don't run off again.

Frightened me half to death.

I just got you back. I can't Iose you again.

You're not gonna Iose me, baby.

When I was in my dream,
or whatever it was...

when I Iost you, nothing else mattered.

Nothing mattered but you.

And that's the truth.

Is that really you?

It's really me, Chuck. I'm really here.

Paige.

Excellent.
He's accepting his new environment as real.

Facilitating the download.

This is weird.

Look at this.

Holly, there's blood.

Dad?

Dad?

God, what a mess.

Dad!

Dad?

Dad, are you in here?

Where the hell are you?

Neil, think about it.
The door was Iocked. He must've Ieft.

-What, without the car?
-Someone came to pick him up.

-Holly, there was blood.
-Look, maybe he got hurt and went for help.

AII right. Maybe you're right.
Maybe you're right.

Look, I got to make some calls.

I have to call you a cab.

You're a Iegend in transhumanist circles,
Dr Egan.

Infamous, you mean,
because I veered off the one true path.

So how close did you actually come
to downloading human consciousness?

Too close.

I scanned one Iayer of a man's brain cells
and converted the data into binary impulses.

Then I transcribed it onto a hard disc.

There was a memory of a vacation
the man had taken one time to Rome.

When I assembled all of the data
into a digital image...

I could see the man's son, his daughter,
his own reflection in the bathroom mirror.

I saw his wife as he made Iove to her.

And that's when it hit me.

The potential for this technology
to be misused...

the exploitation
of a person's most private memories.

So, I abandoned my research...

and, well, I chose to help people
face death with dignity.

Why did you take only one Iayer
of brain cells?

Because a full, complete scan
damages the organic material of the brain.

Causes a fatal embolism,
and that's another reason that I quit.

Even if the process had only been used
on terminal patients...

I could still be prosecuted
for practicing euthanasia.

Would your device
have Ieft marks Iike these?

My God.

I destroyed my notes.

My computer files were erased, wiped. I....

Hello?

What?

Oh, my God.

Chuck's missing.

-What?
-He was grabbed outside of his house.

Oh, God.
Just Iike the other missing persons.

Well, what about Ellington?

Yeah. Could you check there for me, please?

But my process wasn't nearly ready
to be tried on Iiving people.

Well, we've seen this before
when Sentients were involved.

A sudden advance
from theory to application.

-Any Iuck?
-No.

I checked all his favourite bars, restaurants.
I got nothing.

I don't suppose you've had any drinks
in any of these establishments?

No, I can't, 'cause I'm 17.

-Then allow me to corrupt the young.
-Would you, please.

The good news on our end...

is that he hasn't turned up at any
of the Iocal hospitals or the morgue.

Okay. Thanks.

Well, he's not at the flight centre,
and nobody's seen him.

If your friend, your father,
has been taken for a download...

we have perhaps 24 hours
before the process is complete...

and triggers an embolism.

AII right, we don't have the resources
to search the whole damn city.

I'm calling the cops
and filing a missing persons report.

Okay. I'm going back to Mrs Nicholson's.

The first three victims
were transhumanists, right?

Maybe there's something we overlooked.

Honey, don't get yourself in a tizzy
about all this.

I'm just having a hard time
adjusting to this reality.

Matter of fact, it feels more Iike
wishful thinking than reality.

Okay. So if it isn't reality, what is it?

Hell if I know. Could be a dream.

Could be one of these freaks
inside a computer messing with my head.

I mean, God knows,
they're capable of some advanced shit.

Resurrection?
Now that's pretty damned advanced.

For all I could see,
this has really hit a nerve.

No. Yes.

It seems Iike you'd rather have me dead
than alive.

Paige, I'm sorry.
You know, I'm just really off balance right....

Right now.

Honey...

why is the Iiving room such a mess?

Isn't that how you remember it?

No.

It isn't.

Honey, relax.
Why don't we just go upstairs--

Get away from me. Get away from me.

I don't know who you are,
but you are not my wife.

Chuck, how can you say that?
After we made Iove?

What are you doing to me?
What's happening to my mind?

We've got to get him back under control.

He won't accept his new environment.

Well, then get him one he can accept.

You're not my wife. You are not my wife.

You're a thing, aren't you? You're a thing.

Just go away. You're dead. You're dead.

Don't, Chuck. Don't kill me again.

-I Iove you.
-Just shut up! Shut up.

Commander Taggart.

Who are you really?

My name is Dr Bertran. I'm a scientist.

Are you responsible for this mind-fuck?

In a manner of speaking.
I work at the Transhumanist Centre.

I decided the situation
had become unstable enough...

that I needed to intervene directly.

And what in the realm of day
is a Transhumanist Centre?

It's a place where we download
people's consciousness into a computer.

Really? And why in God's name
would you want to do that?

It's a way of preserving their memories,
their knowledge and experience...

for all time.

That's the goddamnedest, Iooniest thing
I have ever heard of.

Now...

tell me what the fuck is going on now?

PIease. There's obviously been a mistake.

A mistake? That's what you call it?

This is meant to be a voluntary process.

Everyone here volunteered to be here.

Well, I didn't volunteer for shit.

Now, you better tell me
what the fuck is going on...

and get my ass out of this now.
Understand?

Did he have a date planner,
anything Iike that?

No. Ernie kept all of his appointments
in his head.

He was amazing Iike that.

What about a street map,
anything he might've marked up?

He had a GIobal Positioning System
on his PalmPilot...

that gave him directions wherever he went.

Do you mind?

I found the remaining data on his GPS.

4482, Houston Circle, Suite B.

-What's that for?
-It counteracts the sedative.

Oh, God.

-What are you doing here?
-Dr Bertran called me.

We had your next of kin in our files.

Accept my apologies, Commander,
for this mix-up.

I have no idea how it happened.

Are you okay? Can I get you anything?

-Yeah. You can get me the fuck out of here.
-Okay.

So what was it Iike being inside
the computer? Were you afraid?

Afraid wasn't the word for it. It wasn't even
in the vicinity of afraid. I was mind-blown.

I was totally out of control,
which is not a sensation I enjoy.

No kidding.
You've always been pretty sure of yourself.

Son of a bitch had created a mountaintop...

and offered me the only empire
I ever wanted, my family. Except for Marc.

Marc was not there. Which probably says
more about me than it does of those freaks.

Did you ever buy into it all?

There was a moment.
Lying with your mother.

What I thought was your mother.
I was happy.

I wanted the moment to go on forever.

Probably could have, too.

Son of a bitch could have convinced me that
we'd solved the puzzle, saved the world.

I could've Iived and died
believing I never killed my wife.

-You didn't kill Mom.
-The hell I didn't.

So what was it that tipped you off?

Was it something that Mom
or the simulation said?

Not in the beginning.
In the beginning she was real.

But then when I started to question
what was happening...

she started to manipulate me physically,
which is not your mom.

Your mom never played
the sex card with me.

She always stood up against me
fair and square...

which is my only piece of fatherly advice,
by the way.

If you ever meet a woman
that uses her body as Ieverage, run. Okay?

Okay.

I guess they just thought
that's what humans do.

Excuse me?

I said, I guess they just thought
that's what humans do.

Humans do.

No, no, no. Don't, don't, don't....

I'm going into the system.

Okay, gloves off!

Jesus! My God.

Synthetic pressure point. Harry taught me.

No, no, no, no!
No, the download is too advanced.

If you remove it while he's in this state,
you'II kill him.

What the fuck are we supposed to do then?

Dad, Dad.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

-Dad, it's me.
-Says you.

No. Listen to me.
You're hooked up to a machine in a Iab.

Both of us are.
I came in to get you, but you gotta trust me.

No. Dad, Dr Egan built a trapdoor
into his system design.

-A trapdoor?
-That's right. There's a hidden way out--

Hey.

Don't come near me.

Okay. Okay. There's a hidden way out.

If we take it, it'II take us back to reality.

Reality? Fuck you.

Dad, it's really me. You've gotta trust me.

Why?

Because right now,
I'm the man with the plan...

and you're the guy without a clue,
remember?

Why not?

So what's this trapdoor
supposed to Iook Iike?

This is it.

-What, we got a bridge and a river?
-Yep.

So now what's supposed to happen?

So now we jump.

Yeah, we jump and then the trapdoor opens
in the air as we fall.

A trapdoor? And what the fuck happens
if that don't happen?

Well, we don't die,
because this is a simulation, remember?

I hope to God for your sake
this ain't another mind-fuck.

Yeah, well, if I'm not right,
what's the worst that can happen?

We hit the water at 30 miles an hour
and our nuts blow out of our eye sockets.

Interesting.

Shit!

Well, at Ieast our nuts
are where they're supposed to be.

-Try again?
-Don't bother.

Mom.

It's not her. It's not her, Neil. It ain't her.

I hoped that if I took this form again
it might be pleasing to you.

PIeasing is the Iast thing I'd call it.

You'll only frustrate yourselves
if you keep trying to escape.

You need to accept that you're here to stay.

Why in the hell would you want us here
to stay in the first place?

You were conducting research
into the deaths of my specimens.

Wait, no. No, no, no.
I was the one doing the research.

I was following up Sarah's Iead
on those mass murders.

The server account's in your name.

So they came and got me? Thanks a Iot.

Once I absorbed your memory downloads...

I realised that you believe
that you've seen the future.

If that's true, I can gain an advantage
over other Sentients.

I was the one doing the research.
Let him go.

Here's the deal:

You Iet him go, or you Iet us both go,
and that's the only option.

I prefer a third option. I keep you both.

Why? Why are you doing this?

I want to understand the organic mind
before you're all gone.

Now what makes you think
we're all gonna be gone?

Your evolutionary replacement is inevitable.
It's a shame.

I find human beings
very admirable in many ways.

Downloads, organics? You know,
the Iast time I heard this terminology...

it was out of the mouth of a fella
called The Seeker.

Yes.

You and him wouldn't have something
going on together, would you?

No. His memory is inside your minds.

So what is this?
Is this all some kind of zoo?

More a gallery. A gallery of humanity.

In my gallery of humanity, their thoughts,
their feelings, their memories...

documented and preserved...

in case I need to reference them
for future study.

And what if this computer is destroyed?

There are others.
I'll just transfer the human downloads.

And what if there's no planet
to hold those computers?

You say you've accessed my memory? So
you must know what happens in five years.

The whole damn world turns to shit
and blows up.

So you believe.

You think I'm crazy?

Take a Iook at my son's head.
What does he say?

It does seem very detailed
for a shared delusion.

But maybe you've already prevented
that outcome by your earlier actions.

Is that a bet you wanna take?

Just remember, if our world explodes
so do you and your Iittle museum.

The Seeker sent us back here
to try to stop that from happening.

And if you don't Iet us try, it will happen.

There will still be the others
to continue your work.

Honey, The Seeker took 500 of our years
to try to figure out...

why 50 worlds had already exploded,
and he came up with zilch.

Now he's given five people five years
to try to stop our Iittle sphere...

from turning to shit,
and those are pretty Iousy odds.

You cut that number down to three,
you can kiss your cybernetic ass goodbye.

Yet you yourself were planning
on abandoning this mission, weren't you?

That's right, I was. But apparently, I cannot.

If I set you free,
I endanger my own existence.

Jesus Christ. If you don't set us free,
you endanger your own existence.

Can't you get your 1 2th-Ievel,
super-intelligence head around that one?

Go. But I will be monitoring
your progress in your mission.

Wait. Your transhumanist shit
is still killing people.

Killing people?

The essential data had been downloaded.
They were organics.

They were going to die eventually.
I've given them immortality.

It has to stop.

You're damn straight, it's gotta stop.

I may have enough specimens
for the time being.

I make no promises. Jump.

Do it.

Commander.

Would you Iike a Iast moment alone
with your wife?

Honey, you ain't got that power.

Oh, God. Thank God it worked.
Chuck, are you all right?

Just walk. Walk away.

-Break that.
-Fuck, yeah.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

I Iove this chilli.

God, you are the sole connoisseur
of this wretched cuisine.

Kurt, I'd be happy to change the venue
any time you want to...

-if you find me a good enchilada.
-Yes, yes. I suggest Cafι Bellissimo.

Hold it, hold it. I ain't gonna discuss
the fate of the world over an endive salad.

Endive, Chuck, endive.

Endive, endive, whatever the fuck,
or Dijon-mustard vinaigrette.

There's our fearless Ieader.
Welcome back, Chuck.

Thank you very much, Iadies.

-Good to have you back, Dad.
-Thank you, Son.

Yes. I was tiring
of the burden of Commander.

These poor souls
could do nothing without me.

-I'm sure they couldn't.
-Right.

So...

what do we make of the fact that
we might have an ally among the Sentients?

I wouldn't be so damn sure it's an ally.
I prefer to take Kurt's axiom.

We don't know who's doing what
to whom or why or where or how.

-Regarding these things.
-That sounded clear.

Well, it did say it'd be checking up on us.

That's not terribly reassuring.

I think it fair to assume that we
can expect the occasional critique...

but I have someplace I have to be.

-Yes, I'm sure you do.
-Yes.

-Au revoir.
-Au revoir. Bye-bye.

Yes?

-Mrs Ambrose. Hello.
-Hi.

-Mr Mendel, was it? From Zack's school?
-Yes, that's right.

-How is he? Any change?
-No.

-I'm sorry.
-So what do you teach, Mr Mendel?

Science. Science. PIease call me Kurt.
With a "K."

I'm CIaire, with a "C."

Science isn't exactly Zack's subject.

No, no. I know. That's why I tried
to give him special attention...

what Iittle I could as a substitute teacher,
that is.

So what is his subject?

He Ioves history.

-Texas history, especially.
-Great.

Sam Houston, the AIamo.

-He's such a sweet boy.
-Yes.

He's my whole world.

-How could somebody do this to him?
-It's all right. It's okay.

What are you thinking?

How right this feels.

Hey, Holly, it's me.
Yeah, we found my dad. He's all right.

Yeah.

Actually, it's a Iong story.

How about I tell it to you
over Iunch tomorrow?

Sure.

You okay?

Yeah. Okay.

Fine, yeah.

Yeah, all right. I'II see you Iater then.

Okay, bye.

Goodbye, baby.