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NARRATOR: 2410, a universe transformed.

For those of us who were alive back then,

the change began in the 21st century

when terrible wars were waged,

resulting in the loss of 90% of humanity.

Only the clever survived.

Human genetics, once outlawed,

became the saviour of us all.

Lifespans dramatically increased,

and human modifications became common.

Finally, a new class of humans emerged,

a combination of man and machine.

They became the ruling class.

Bio-machines without souls, without conscience.

Our caretakers, our judges,

and eventually our executors.

Death without conscience,

against us who had fought so long for life.

It was a Death Machine, Erebus-7,

who started us on our path to destruction.

LEGION: Leaders of the Union Alliance, we are the Legion.

Over the years, we have seen your campaigns

of misinformation and your unjustified acts of violence.

The extent of your influence has remained clear to us.

The Legion, therefore, declares war.

You must be destroyed by any means possible.

Activate the first shield.

(Rumbling)

Status.

Respond.

VOICE: Shield reaction.

We are having problems.

Respond, respond!

FANELLA: Fanella Cellini.

SIC, the Legion.

I know who you are.

A pox on your over-involved self-righteousness.

Our earth is now locked within a temporal flux.

Attempt to enter the field will force the vessel

into temporal reversion.

Sunlight to the Earth is now down by 56%.

Surrender your command or billions will die.

Request denied.

Patient we are, but the first of a dozen armed and charged

asteroids have already been sent to your location.

Surrender or be destroyed.

Homo sapiens are no longer second class citizens

of your pathetic union.

(Radio buzzing)

(Gunshots)

(Exploding)

(Alarm blaring)

COMPUTER: Power levels at 100%.

Proceed.

(Beeping)

Ta-Four, your boy this is.

TA-FOUR: I can see.

What's the plan?

Set-up and used by the Legion.

Dede has told you.

DEDRA: Achilles, what are you doing?

Dede, you spoke the truth.

Where are you, Achilles?

They come, just like you said,

but I had no idea it was gonna work out!

Achilles, run, escape!

Sorry, Dede, tell mother I--

COMPUTER: Cannot complete.

Fuck!

(Exploding)

EREBUS-7: Lieutenant Commander Achilles, surrender and be exterminated

under Union Alliance Audit 339.

Chew my cud, asshole.

Killed did 600 of your technocrats!

How is your justice? You are expendable.

Faster I am.

Achilles from the Union Alliance, formerly.

I need asylum!

Depart, Achilles, or be fired upon!

Your disgrace upon us is a pox.

General, need I--

You're not welcome. Open fire!

(Exploding)

Freicht!

EREBUS-7: Command, this is Erebus-7.

Rapier-2 flies in proximity to Earth.

COMMAND: Exterminate target under orders 339.

Suspect of association with the Legion.

Your own life is expendable.

Do you understand?

EREBUS-7: Understood.

Orders are for mutual extermination.

Association with the Legion is suspected.

Do you surrender? Negative!

COMPUTER: Fuel levels low.

Freicht! Fuel levels low.

Game off.

(Thundering)

Navigation, set course for Distortion 3.

Danger protocols removed.

Entry to Earth 779.

Understood.

Fuel levels low, cannot complete.

Set course cruise mode.

Minimum tolerance only on course.

Understood.

(Thundering)

Grandma. Achilles!

Right you were, everything is.

(Thundering)

COMPUTER: Fuel levels low.

Fuel levels low.

Maintain precise course.

GRANDMA: I know what you did.

You're a good man, Achilles, a good man!

Grandma, once I'd like to say it was so, but--

(Thundering)

COMPUTER: Temporal warning.

Protocols exceeded.

Understood. Override and match course.

Understood.

Fuel levels low. Fuel levels low.

(Thundering)

(Screeching)

(Thundering)

CASSIE: Wha-- sorry?

Okay, no, so hold on.

You were looking at her, and you're thinking--

BYRON: What are you, the thought police?

I know what you're thinking because Byron I know you very--

Just because I look at somebody doesn't mean

that I wanna do 'em behind the cow sheds, all right?

Oh my God, don't you even go there.

Yeah, I will go there! This is so boring!

We go over and over this kind of stuff all the time.

Yeah, well you bring up the past, don't ya?

Well, I am so bored of all this menial fucking claptrap!

Who says claptrap in the UK? I say claptrap.

Well, we don't say it over here!

I'm in the UK and I'm saying claptrap.

Yeah, well we still don't say it over here!

Oh my God.

No, we're not there now, we're here.

Let's talk about your jacket. What about the jacket?

You don't even have a bike.

Why are you wearing that jacket? Because I like it, okay?

It's yellow. You're out of order.

Well, claptrap.

(Ship roaring)

Oh my God!

Holy shit, Byron!

What the bloody hell?

G-get the camera. I don't have--

Get the camera, get the camera, Cassie!

I don't have a camera!

It's in there! Quick, get it out!

It's not in there! Let me just use my phone!

We need a proper camera!

Byron, it doesn't matter! No!

Well, get the video on as well then.

(Laughing)

(Ship roaring)

Holy shit, Byron, look at that!

Do you think it's an alien? Are you serious?

Whoa, damn! (Exploding)

Shit, come on.

(Panting)

Oh, shit!

I knew it!

I said it was an alien spaceship, didn't I?

All right, so you think an advanced alien race

would travel all this way with their amazing technology

to crash-land when they arrive?

Well, we all... we all make mistakes, Cassie.

Just give me the camera.

We can make a shitload...

(Panting)

What?

I don't believe it.

What?

Friggin' battery's dead!

You ran the battery down?

It's not my fault!

Jesus, Byron!

Shit!

What're you blaming me for?

(Thundering)

(Radio chattering)

(Ship roaring)

You see?

Human.

That's a gun. Shit!

We go, we go!

Just move!

Whoa, come on!

(Rumbling)

Go, move!

(Exploding)

We go!

Med-tech go!

I think he means hospital!

He need help?

Right!

(Explosion roaring)

Come on, go, go, go!

He's heavier than he looks.

I know, just be careful.

Oh shit, oh shit!

Where's he from?

I don't know.

We have to go, come on.

Okay, look, we're taking you to a hospital.

Negative med-tech!

You're in shock. Refuse, refuse!

Hey, buddy, you need to see a doctor!

Refuse help! Refuse help!

Okay, okay, okay!

Shit!

(Exhaling) What do we do?

Um... Helen Chapel.

She's in home-care.

Unbelievable! What?

So you're gonna use this as an excuse to see your ex?

Nice deal, Romeo.

Listen, I never slept with Helen, okay?

Yeah, sure.

Just had a bit of a fiddle.

Ow!

I'm driving!

(Thundering)

EREBUS-7: Self repair, engage.

COMPUTER: System engaged.

Recommend landing and shutdown 20 hours for self repair.

Agree.

ACHILLES: You are?

You are?

I am...?

You are?

Oh, right.

I'm Cassie.

I'm a veterinarian's assistant.

This is Byron.

Hello.

He's in between jobs.

Where are you from?

Plastronic, mine?

Do you speak English?

Uh... gun, where?

Oh, um, I put that in the back for you.

Do you have a CO, or a military base I can contact for you?

Temporal fix?

Yeah, yeah, we're gonna get you fixed.

You just rest.

I'm taking you to a friend.

Date.

Date!

It's March 10.

Your English is terrible!

Are you talking to me?

No, shut up.

No hospitals.

No worries, I'm taking you somewhere else.

(Beeping)

COMPUTER: DNA source tracking.

Target is on the move.

(Knocking) We're here.

I'm about to go out.

He refuses medical help, okay?

I just... think he'd be good if you could check him over

'cause he might be in shock.

Where's Byron?

In the car.

I didn't want any arguments.

Fine.

And you get to stay out here!

(Tap running)

Back step!

Back step, death dealer!

Remove, remove!

Okay, I need to take your heart rate,

so I'm gonna need you to calm down, okay?

Sit down.

Dark ages, dark ages, dark ages...

I need you to calm down so I can get an accurate reading, okay?

What's your name?

Your name!

Achilles.

Born 2349.

Class 2, revision 6, bi-modified revision 9.

Okay, Achilles.

Your heart rate is way up.

Age?

I'm 28.

And you?

60.

Look, are we going to do this peacefully or what?

Yeah? Okay.

Butcher!

Butcher, butcher!

There's no butcher here!

I'm a nurse, okay?

I need you to calm down, all right?

No one's gonna hurt you here.

(Muffled screaming)

(Screaming)

Fuck!

What the hell is wrong with you?

(Panting)

BYRON: What I don't like is--

is you staring at him like some love-at-first-sight bullshit.

Oh my God, Byron, just be clever about this.

'Cause whoever this guy is,

we could make some serious cash from all this.

You need to leave it alone.

(Sighing)

Okay, fine.

Fuck out!

Fucking creep!

Hey.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, Achilles.

Hey.

Where you headed?

London.

Well, Cassie here says you need some help.

What? Shut up.

You need a friend?

Um...

Friend you need?

Correct, road-builder.

Ride?

London?

Please.

Hop in.

Keep moving, pal.

What is your name?

Erik D. Nyenhouse.

COMPUTER: You are clear to terminate.

Subject deceased today, May 10.

Why don't you hand over your wallet?

Did you hear me, dickwad?

What are you, some sort of judo knight or something?

Nice vacuum cleaner, dark lord of the suck.

(Gunshot)

What?

Oh shit, fuck, shit, I'm sorry!

I... I didn't... I didn't...

(Zapping)

Caution: subject infected with Nano 3 virus.

(Zapping)

We're doing the right thing.

Fine.

But he's not staying long.

(Zapping)

(Exploding)

(Sighing)

In the morning, we call social services.

Right.

(Lock clicking)

System power low.

System power low.

Deflect it well, the art of defensive shield.

Will protect from a bombardment up to the category 3 asteroid.

Absorb will the secondary shield any debris excess.

If you combine gravimetric and Telsa energy waves,

the danger is considerable.

Respect you, the danger is near and the time is moot.

My decision give to trust.

Suggest you accept.

Morning.

Activate.

On.

Screen, on!

There's a remote.

It's on the tabletop.

Activate?

It's the big red button.

TV: And we're getting reports.

Coffee?

ACHILLES: Biotic juice.

I got OJ.

That's all the information we have at the moment,

but we'll be back with more details in just a short while.

ACHILLES: Location?

Um, you're in a town called Morley.

It's in the north of England.

I guess it'd be described as an unprovoked attack.

Unconfirmed dead, and it is not known who is responsible.

Weapon seized, town.

I'm addressing you.

I'm addressing you, news reader, female.

Speak me.

To me!

Attention!

Attention, reader of news, attention!

Do not ignore interest!

Hey!

Hey! Hey.

Don't be snarky.

There you go.

(Sighing)

So, where you from then?

Where, um...

Where country?

Chrononaut.

Are you an astronaut?

Chrononaut.

Ah.

Oh, right.

ACHILLES: Year from is 2410.

BYRON: So you're like...

You're like a test pilot?

From what country?

ACHILLES: United Alliance.

Norway.

Ah!

Norwegian.

Should've guessed.

The fires are still raging.

We heard from an eye-witness a short while ago...

Isn't that where we were?

We must leave.

He's here.

I'm up for a road trip.

(Thundering)

More fucking rain!

Hey, hey, no!

Achilles, take that off. You cannot take a gun out.

The gun is for our protection.

Byron, can you back me up here?

Can you please take it off? Leave it behind.

He could always keep it hidden.

Understand.

(Camera flashing)

COMPUTER: Subjects date of disappearance: today, May 11.

You are clear to terminate.

(Zapping)

(Exploding)

Go, go!

(Gunshot)

(Buzzing)

Shield restarting.

Targeting system offline.

(Gunshot)

Fuck!

(Humming)

(Zapping)

(Exploding)

(Zapping)

(Exploding)

Cassie, we got ourselves in a whole heap of trouble!

A friend of yours?

Tracks me with a biochip.

A what?!

I think he means like a homing beacon.

Well, where is it then?

Deep in skin.

Who's the Frankenstein?

The guy with the gun!

Erebus generation 7.

Homo superior breeding class.

Well, why does he want you dead?

My brother's a doctor.

He can cut out your homing thing.

There is no way that we're going to see that dickhead!

We don't have a choice! No butchers!

Why do you hate doctors so much?

Don't do doctors!

(Beeping)

He really is from the future, look.

Look at this. What?

The entire history and knowledge of everything is right there.

So, what, by reading all this we can change the future?

Come on, Byron.

My perspective shows everything predetermined.

What's recorded here is just as is meant to happen, understand?

This is new age destiny crap.

The football results, the lottery results.

We could make a fortune!

Yeah.

Listen, Achilles.

If you wanna blend in, if you wanna fit in, well,

you're gonna need some cash, you're gonna need some money.

We can get it, we can get it for you.

Tell him, Cassie!

Look, I'm hungry, okay? I just wanna go and eat.

Come on.

(Laughing) Oh my God, how much?

Pfft!

What, is this for real? Yeah.

Some sports results that I have.

He said we could really clean up.

London, please!

Why are you adamant to see London?

We're not tour guides, okay?

Hey, that is mine!

Get your own. (Coughing)

Yeah, serves you right.

Ah, that's good. It's just what I needed.

It's good.

You gonna eat? Eat?

You need to eat.

Put it in your mouth.

Carcass.

No, it's bacon. Bacon.

It's bacon. Carcass.

Bacon. It's bacon.

I'll have it if you don't want it.

You okay?

Hologram 644!

Older generation!

What? Older people.

You're talking about old people? Never I've seen.

Never seen old people before?

You've never seen an old person?

How old are you?

60.

60?

You are? That's so funny.

60, he's not 60.

He's not joking, Cass, he's not joking.

You'll see.

You're 60?

Serious?

Wouldn't mind taking some of what you're having.

Yeah, get some.

(Fake laughing) You're so funny!

EREBUS-7: The negative energy bubble cannot be shut off.

It was not how I designed it!

Effectively trapped you have an entire planet.

These are temporal waves. Why?

I wasn't aware it was gonna be so complicated.

A pox on you and all homo sapiens.

(Sighing)

(Panting)

(Circus music playing)

I need the results for a football match tomorrow night.

More money.

Understand.

No, you don't understand, I've been laid off.

I need to have work again.

You've never seen this?

No.

What happens to London in the future?

(Ship roaring)

BYRON: There we go.

Oh, getting drunker.

Keep him going, 'cause Frank will kill me if he finds out.

Yeah, maybe this'll free him up a bit.

Down you go.

Keep him talking, okay?

What you do?

Whoa, hold still!

I'm a medical technician.

Similar to what you call a med-tech.

Relax.

Ah! Relax!

I did 2 years at med school.

No you didn't.

They teach you to use leeches.

You hate doctors, huh?

Saw a holo-doc.

21st century medicine.

Herbal remedies, knives, leeches.

Well, you have a distorted view of history, pal.

Look at that.

Sew me up!

You tell me who this Frankenstein guy is, and I will.

Cassie.

He can talk as I work.

What's your problem?

Erebus-7.

Hunting me because made I a mistake.

Of intentional, but by mistake.

Okay, what was your mistake?

Created a new negative energy.

Shield protecting Earth from attack by the Legion.

Who are the Legion?

Homo sapiens...

(Panting)

Opposition against...

Homo superiors...

Really?

And who are the homo superiors?

Humans evolved up to the new level.

They rule homo sapiens for the peace.

It's just junk, he's talking shit!

Byron! (Scoffing)

What time?

Uh, 9:35.

We must leave.

Why?

It's the Great Fall.

We must leave. Whoa-whoa-whoa!

Hold your horses, Captain Mystery.

Come here.

Okay.

COMPUTER: Alert: historic archive, London city destruction.

2 hours, 23 minutes, 55 seconds.

So that guy can't track us anymore, right?

Correct. Come in then.

I'm first with the bathroom.

Listen, we're out of food, Cassie.

I'm gonna pop down to 24/7.

Need cash?

No, I got it.

(Missiles firing)

(Exploding)

Alert: vehicle location now unknown.

Scanning pre-war records for known relatives

of sub-commander Achilles in British Isles.

One possible DNA match: Whitby, Yorkshire.

Oh my God!

I need to-- Get the fuck out!

Need pleasure time with you.

What, no!

Attraction is mutual.

Pleasure time with you.

Not on your life, Borat!

Why not? Why not!

Because Byron is my boyfriend, okay?

We can share. No we cannot!

Get out!

The urge is strong.

Maybe in your culture people share--

We all share!

Look, in this century, what you ask, it's not allowed.

Christian?

No, I'm not Christian!

(Sighing) Normally not so needy.

Oh my God...

Have time lag... comes in waves... it's strong...

What the fuck?

Oh, great.

Byron, he was just leaving, okay?

Having a nice little chat?

Jesus, Byron, we-- Did you invite him in here?

Will you just listen to me?

The moment that I'm out of here, you'll start this again!

Byron... You're hardly worth it!

Byron, stop it!

Fucking trash! Byron.

What?

An apology.

She invited you in, didn't she?

No. She did.

I just don't trust her!

Apology.

Byron.

Byron...

I have time lag.

It acts out in procreating.

Apology.

It's not you.

It's Cassie and it's me.

It's the past stuff we've done.

It's just us.

(Sighing)

Just give me 5 minutes and I'll come back.

Please.

She only cares for you.

REPORTER: A state of war exists.

The whole of London is gone.

A provisional government has been established in Windsor.

The prime minister is...

We're going live now.

PRIME MINISTER: We have established an emergency war council.

For although as yet no foreign government nor

known terrorist organization has stepped forward

to claim responsibility for the attacks on London and York,

we are preparing for war, albeit very cautiously.

I have been in communication

with the president of the United States, as well as

the heads of state from Japan, China, Germany and France,

and they assure me that we have their full support

in pursuing the perpetrators of this act,

so we might bring about a swift and decisive justice.

Consideration must also be made for any potential

radioactive fallout surrounding London and York.

REPORTER: The whole area has been sealed off.

The police and security personnel are down there

trying to clear members of the public away.

This is the worst time, and I think the search is already

beginning for those who may be to blame for this incident

that has really, truly shocked people...

You knew?

There are huge numbers of casualties...

Yes.

Why not tell us?

Telling you or not doesn't change a thing.

Fuck you!

This is just such an unexpected event.

It's something that nobody could plan for.

I will explain to you what is to happen.

I've called the police!

Negative. Yes!

The phone networks are down.

You will listen.

BYRON: So we have a deal, right?

We help you and you help us.

What you want? I wanna know things.

I wanna know when I die, I wanna know when Cassie dies,

I wanna know what places are dangerous.

My information's fractured.

Yeah, well your jaw will be fractured unless you tell us.

I have no records of either of you.

I don't wanna know.

We're gonna die, aren't we?

We're gonna die, and you're not gonna tell us!

(Sighing)

Whitby is safe.

That far?

Yeah, the girl's there, huh?

Well, I hope this isn't gonna be

some kind of 400 year booty call.

I have an address.

You claim to be evolved?

There's more I can tell you.

Just get out!

You... can help me.

(Jet roaring)

Listen.

In the morning, we leave this guy.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Don't be a dick, Byron.

What?

Not in the mood.

Come on.

I'm not in the mood!

Fine.

There.

How did you know?

Elementary. Dear Watson.

What? Elementary, dear Watson.

I am Achilles.

Never mind.

So how did you know he'd be here now?

My weapon needs recharge.

Achilles, I want you explain more, yeah?

Better.

Please.

Guido D. Wright, pharmaceutical wholesaler.

He has stores of 99Tcm radioisotope.

Police record of his death in 2 hours.

99Tcm radioisotope taken.

Suspect terrorists; none are found.

So, what?

Are we supposed to just kill him?

We need the radioisotope to charge my weapon.

And what happens if I refuse?

If I say no?

It's beyond my control.

So, do you have a plan?

No, but we succeed inevitably.

Front door then.

(Cymbal crashing)

Bloody hell!

Guido D. Wright?

Right.

Right...

We're the Time Police,

and you are charged with the crime of amassing radioisotopes

with the intention of creating a nuclear bomb!

Don't be a dick.

This a robbery?

Just give us the isotopes!

I've expected you.

Isotopes, now!

Do you even know what a 99Tcm radioisotope looks like?

Yeah.

How did you know that's the isotope that we wanted?

Come.

You're a chrononaut, aren't you?

Yes.

When I read reports of my death, I knew it'd be one of us.

No one else cares about radioisotopes.

Your year?

Left 2380.

Saw imagines of myself, but from the past.

Knew I was destined to journey back.

And here I am.

According to our shared history, you are here to kill me.

Bloody hell.

These are a little older than 2410.

They do work.

Who are you planning on killing?

Erebus-7.

There's a 7th?

You came here with the intention to kill me?

Whoa, whoa, it weren't my idea!

Are you prepared to kill me?

No.

Good.

Hindsight is 20/20.

You, help me.

Down.

What?

Down!

(Grunting)

BYRON: What?!

Helps having friends.

That's a... that's a body!

Freshest corpse in the Moor.

Come on.

Ah shit.

Drag.

Ah shit. Drag.

Shit, ah, shit!

(Grunting)

New modifications, alterations.

New barrel, increased velocity.

Better site, accuracy, short recoil.

You know the type of thing.

You do know the type of thing.

So, you...

You set up your own death?

3 months planning.

Better than dying.

Leave, I have work to do.

Blessed be.

All to see. If you need me, I'm moving to Essex.

Same name, darker hair.

No glasses.

I meet a girl.

Get married.

See my whole history.

(Snickering)

You're in Essex though. (Laughing)

Can we speak in private?

Oh, shit!

It's done.

Really?

Yeah, the guy had something organized.

We've done it.

Great, so now you're involved.

You're an accessory.

Not exactly, Cassie.

Cassie, Cassie!

What did you do?

You killed a man. You're correct.

Well, you got Byron involved in this!

It was predetermined that someone would die.

By whose hand?!

Yours? Byron's?

No, you should've seen what happened.

I don't wanna know!

The guy was a time traveller just like Achilles.

So he died, great. No, he didn't.

He had a substitute body. Oh my God!

It's destiny, Cassie. There's no such thing!

It's real.

These guys are real.

So what about our destiny?

You owe us a full history.

Big I am not on history.

"I am, not big, on history."

I am not big on history! It's not hard.

Give us an overview!

How do I summarize 400 years?

You landed on Mars?

No.

The moon? Yeah.

Your nation is a forgotten country.

Religious people from the southeast invaded.

The United States became the American Union

with some other country.

At some point, the clever people moved to Norway.

Scientists.

They formed the World Council.

Lifespans are extended, and all religion becomes outlawed.

The New Empire is formed.

The forced evolution of man is voted on, and becomes a choice.

Many upgrade to homo superior.

Bio-tech enhancements.

Off-world colonization.

Massive mining projects.

5 years ago, homo superiors claimed leadership

over the sapiens.

The Legion has risen up to destroy the superiors.

The Legion has a purpose to bring humanity back to itself.

Look, I...

I know what you want.

How are you feeling?

If we know the future, then we can change it.

Enough!

(Grunting) Get off, get off!

(Grunting)

How do I die?!

Tell me, come on!

(Spitting)

Answer me! (Spitting)

No, no, please! Fools, both of you!

Don't! Is it you who does it?

I can't change anything!

We have free will!

Don't follow me!

(Panting)

COMPUTER: Caution: subject infected with Nano 3 virus.

(Laser blasting)

No!

My God!

(Zapping)

(Laser blasting)

(Laser blasting)

Warning: primary and secondary shields failing.

Come.

Run!

Self repair engaged.

Why didn't you say?

Why?!

(Sobbing)

Sorry.

Sorry.

No complaining.

Infected.

I am...

Infected.

Med-tech?

Some of the Legion choose a path different.

Not all agree with the methods of Fanella Cellini.

She is not subtle.

Infected.

By Nano virus.

Control virus.

Transmitted through sexual contact...

Saliva...

Blood...

Takes control.

You do things you don't know you're doing!

Lying!

Sorry I am.

Not truth!

(Sobbing)

Sorry.

EREBUS-3: You deliberately sabotaged the Earth Shield project.

We are locked out of the earth.

No-- Sabotage.

Sabotage.

I did nothing wrong!

The virus controls you.

Do things you don't know you're doing!

I'm sorry.

I'm just a pawn.

(Gunshot)

(Alarm blaring)

(Seagulls squawking)

You could've been honest with me.

Could have.

We had a choice.

You had a choice.

Nothing changes.

That's claptrap.

(Sighing)

I could've said goodbye to him.

Go back to your own time.

I'm stranded here.

Why does that thing wanna kill you?

Nano virus.

Keep it.

I hope he finds you.

I hope you die.

Why doesn't he just torch this town?

In our history, it does not happen.

Causality wouldn't allow it.

(Seagulls squawking)

We leave this town.

On your own.

Delicate. I know.

Hello.

Who are you?

I'm Dedra Carlyle.

That thing thinks I'm playing on his team.

Dede...

Well, you don't look diseased.

Well, he is.

He's placed a tracking device on me.

Okay.

Okay, is this all I do?

It won't tear the skin unless you apply firm pressure.

Ow!

It will hurt a great deal.

Damn it.

Well, there you go.

Nasty.

Look, I'm sorry you're involved in all this.

My life's dull, it's kinda-- Look, we'll ditch the jerk,

and then we'll leave him for the Frankenstein.

She won't leave.

Why not?

She's my grandmother.

(Beeping)

COMPUTER: DNA alert.

Private message: Fanella Cellini, age unknown.

Following the collapse of the United Kingdom,

Fanella emerged from the Norway refugee camps

with precise, prophetic predictions

that were coded through her fiction writings.

As her popularity increased, Fanella was able to parlay

her followers into creating ground roots technologies

that would culminate in her creating

the terrorist organization, the Legion.

Though few ever met her face to face,

her religious following wore claims to--

DEDRA: Hey Cassie, come on, we need to go.

Don't worry, Dede, you'll be protected.

(Ship roaring)

Yeah, well don't listen to him because he lies.

Dede and I are very close.

She raised me.

My name's Dedra.

You at 428.

You're the oldest woman in existence.

Regenerative cell therapy keeps you spry.

I look good for 428.

What happens to you, and that thing?

No data.

Yeah, that's what he says

when he doesn't want you to know the truth.

No data.

UFO sightings?

(Ship roaring)

This virus you have can be cured?

No.

Just don't let him spit on you.

(Exploding)

(Brakes screeching)

What the hell?

He's been tracking us from the air.

Damn it, I knew we should've stolen a car!

It's okay, I'm turning around.

(Beeping)

(Brakes screeching)

(Laser blasting)

Get out, get out!

(Zapping)

Here!

(Laser blasting)

We got him pinned, stalemate!

Not correct!

Okay, run, run!

(Zapping)

(Exploding)

You know how to work this?

How could I possibly know how to work that?

Two buttons simultaneous... 6 seconds before they blow.

It will knock his shields and both our guns

within a 20m radius.

Don't throw until we're close. Small explosion will happen.

Try not to aim at me.

Come on!

Get your distance from me.

Only just once the EMP grenade explodes.

Go!

Hey, am I really your great grandmother?

Yes.

How am I at 400?

Different, except your eyes.

Go!

(Lasers blasting)

COMPUTER: Shields fail.

(Laser blasting)

(Laser blasting)

Damn it! (Laser blasting)

Ah!

That'll do it.

(Gun malfunctioning)

1, 2...

(Yelling)

3!

(Exploding)

COMPUTER: Weapon malfunction.

Weapon malfunction.

Now we're even.

Okay, come on. What?

You okay?

Got to get away. Come on.

Not now.

Channel it!

You will die soon.

The virus will destroy your blood.

Not happening!

Without your bio-enhancements you are nothing!

There is more to us than technology.

(Groaning)

So you say.

Oldest trick in the book.

Bio-enhancements are restarting.

Thanks for the warning. (Spitting)

You are an animal. Cure my sickness!

(Spitting)

The virus controls you. As it will you!

It was always made for your kind.

I'm the carrier, you're the recipient.

(Groaning)

Hey, we must help out.

Yes, I know.

I want you to stay here, okay?

Gun repair is almost complete.

I will initiate self-destruct--

Anyone for golf?

It's broken. A lot of help you are.

Don't you even think about spitting on me!

Is it dead? Well, it's not moving.

Erebus-7 has self repair mode.

Suggest you torch him quickly.

Keep an eye on him.

(Wincing)

Damn it.

(Yelling)

(Struggling)

I want you to understand the situation.

Achilles is affected with a virus.

Unless he and I die, we will infect and destroy more lives.

Yeah, what does your history say happened?

We have no records of our fate.

Your actions have impacted the lives of many innocents!

It's a matter of history.

My innocence is insulated by causality.

You killed Byron!

You are weak.

There's something you don't know about me.

I hate my real name.

Fanella Cassandra Cellini!

Look me up in your little database!

You'll see that I'm a survivor.

I live until the 25th century!

Technology developer, story writer,

and then head of the Legion.

That's me.

See me staring back at you from across time?

I am all that you despise, what you hate about humanity.

You are not her.

Try and kill me.

See what happens.

Do it!

(Gun malfunctioning)

COMPUTER: Weapon malfunction.

Weapon malfunction.

You see that? I can't die.

Causality back in your face!

(Buzzing)

I know how this ends.

Even in my own words; I wrote a story about this.

Causality's a bitch.

(Gun malfunctioning)

(Zapping)

(Exploding)

(Exploding)

(Exploding)

I did it.

Feel good?

No.

(Sighing)

I'm supposed to kill you.

I understand.

Really?

My grandmother asked me to find her.

I did what she asked.

I love you very much, Dede.

Without you, my life would've been meaningless.

Achilles...

You see, she and I were hidden agents for the Legion.

Well, I became infected.

We despise homo superiors and want them dead,

but not with a bio-weapon.

Well, I'm pleased to meet you, Achilles.

My birth name is Fanella Cassandra Cellini.

I'll one day be head of the Legion Resistance.

Fanella?

You know me?

Very different.

Reconstructive face surgery you've had.

My God.

I wish I knew.

I wish I knew...

I'm a long way off from who I'll be.

Maybe.

(Chuckling)

I understand my role in all this.

Without you, I wouldn't have had a hatred for the superiors.

No.

(Breathing heavily)

You have to kill me.

No. Please, no.

You have to kill me.

I won't do it. No.

I'm getting weak, and they're getting stronger.

No.

I won't do it.

I'll die soon in agony anyway.

Fanella, you said this would happen in your own words.

I'm ready.

(Zapping)

(Exploding)

(Exploding)

(Buzzing)

(Thundering)

Why do they make these things so confusing?

COMPUTER: System online.

This is the auto-lift.

Here? Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Automatic liftoff initiated.

Course heading.

Oh, I'm shaking.

I'm okay!

It's on automatic, you're fine.

Yep, so where do we go?

Out of the country, that's for sure.

Uh, where did it say we lived?

Norway. That's where we'll go.

Course heading accepted?

Brother Achilles, accept you the role as agent of the Legion.

Willingly do you submit to a mind erase

so that no knowledge of your connection to the Legion

can be detected by the homo superiors?

I accept.

Allow will you for the infection of a Nano 3 virus

to infiltrate the homo superior high command?

I accept.

Will and lead a sabotage without conscious knowledge

of the Earth Shield project

under the control of the Nano 3 virus?

I accept.

Love you I do, dear Achilles.

Samples of your clean DNA have been kept for cloning.

Make you your own image.

You shall be reborn.

You will go on forever.

Remember, Achilles.

Remember.

*

* The darkness of winter

* Despair in my heart

* Broken wing

* My world torn apart

* Lonely and lost here

* Away from the light

* Longing for comfort

* With no end in sight

*

* Help me in your arms

* I wanted to stay

* Forever in your embrace

* I'm drifting away

*

* The light faded gently

* I had to (Unclear) *

*