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We're ready, Mr. Meyer.

Go ahead.

Don't let anyone find out.

REPLICA

Looks familiar?

I think so.

Gemma?

She showed us the way, we Just followed her.

We're gonna have a problem.

Right or left?

It's this way.

Simon.

You don't look so sure.

Why don't we try the other one?

The entrance Is wider.

I don't know, it's just a feeling.

This way, I said.

-It's been five years, how can you-- -Shut up!

He's right.

It's this way. Let's go.

...and died in a San Francisco hospital after fighting a disease

that had slowly disabled him.

Ivan Goldstein was 37 and hadn't made a public appearance

since his two missions to Mars had failed.

His condition had worsened IN recent weeks,

as alleged in new technology circles.

The visionary, who had created Zillion IN his parents' basement,

leaves behind a group in shambles since Its stock plummeted last summer...

Turn it off.

The group's intent on maintaining its exploration missions had caused--

That's too obvious.

He was sick.

True.

But?

But it's Goldstein. That's enough to raise my suspicion.

Why didn't he say anything?

Sorry?

When we got back from Mars,

I know why we decided to keep secrets, but why did he?

He must've thought it was Nobody's business to know what happened.

Yeah.

Or maybe he had something even bigger to hide.

Like what?

Could you take a look inside Zillion's servers?

-You mean, hack them? -Exactly.

To me, that's like buying bread.

You buy bread?

Well, no.

I mean...

It would be easy for me to do so. It's an allegory.

The bread is... What do you want me to look for?

An anomaly in the bookkeeping.

Are you aware that Zillion made over $330 billion in turnover last year?

That's... a lot of bookkeeping you're asking me to hack.

Make it happen.

Show some initiative.

You have carte blanche. Got it?

Yeah.

Here we are.

It opened, back when I was with Jeanne.

How?

Er...

I don't know.

I went through it as well.

It was blinding.

So what do we do now?

I don't get it.

We could retrace our steps and explore the other corridor.

-If it pleases Simon. -Stop it, Alice.

I'm all for that.

We've been gone for over three hours.

Let's be mindful of the way back.

Okay.

Let's back out.

Come on.

You're gonna love this.

We went through everything. But one thing stood out:

Two guys got fired two weeks ago.

Two biochemists or engineers, I didn't get the whole story.

When they got fired, they received a normal severance package.

Except when I looked into their Legal Department,

I realized they signed NDAs, non-disclosure agreements.

I know what an NDA is, thank you.

Oh, yeah?

Wanna know how much they got for the NDAs?

Of course.

You could say that.

Marie-France, please.

Just a little further. We're almost there.

Almost where?

Sam, Alice.

Stay close.

That's impossible. Impossible.

-Sam, do you have your flares? -In my briefcase. Why?

Give me one. Give it to me!

What for? Alice?

They didn't discover everything after all.

-It looks like a-- -It's Mars.

The intelligence that created Vladimir Komarov...

and waited for Jeanne for thousands of years.

There it is.

The humans destroyed this planet.

They squeezed all they could out of it.

When the temperature started getting too high,

they took refuge underground.

They dug deeper and deeper.

Until they found it.

The portal.

It was inside the rock all along.

A door to another world, perhaps.

They tried to activate it, in vain.

It was protected by something bigger than them.

The most extraordinary equation ever created.

It was like a proficiency test.

Only an incredibly advanced civilization would understand how to open It.

So the humans gathered all their computing power and created...

a program,

which ended up becoming aware of its own existence.

They quickly realized that despite the power of their Al,

they would need thousands of years to decipher the equation.

Thousands of years before the portal would open.

Some of the last humans figured they'd never see the other world,

that it was a pipe dream.

They left Mars and settled on Earth,

forgetting everything they'd been here.

What became of the others?

Skulls on a wall.

How does she know all this?

William?

It was too obvious, huh?

Hello.

Hello.

Who are you?

It's me.

Your father.

Do you know your name?

Irene.

That's true.

That was your previous name.

From now on, your name will be Alice.

Alice.

Very well, Dad.

I warned you not to ask questions about me.

No one should ever have to bury their child.