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Bortus.

Bortus, I wish to talk.

Klyden, why are you awake?

It is early.

We have not discussed
that which I have been wishing

to discuss for some time now.

Can it not wait
until a later hour?

It has waited far too long,
and you know it.

We have been over this.

My duties to this ship

require a substantial
time commitment.

That is not good enough.

I am your mate,
and I have needs.

I am aware of this,

but I am also
a bridge officer.

You are saying that your job
is more important than me?

More important
than our baby?

No. But you were prepared
for what our life would be

when you decided to come
aboard the Orville with me.

I was not prepared
for such neglect.

I cannot talk
about this now.

Where are you going?

I am getting dressed.
I cannot sleep.

I am going to begin
my shift early.

Access ship's cultural library.

FEMALE VOICE:
Cultural library accessed.

I wish to eat some--

what did Commander Grayson
call it?--

"depression food."

(chime)
There are various foods

associated
with this designation.

The Xelayan people
identify sweetened gupsela

with depression.

On Earth, ice cream is often
used as a means of alleviation.

I will try ice cream.

Identify flavor.

Which flavor is requested most?

Searching database.

For the assuaging of depression,
rocky road is most consumed.

I wish to eat rocky road.

Access entertainment database.

(chime)
Database accessed.

I wish to see something
that will make me happy.

♪ I am 16 going on 17

♪ I know that I'm naive ♪

♪ Fellows I meet

♪ May tell me I'm sweet ♪

♪ And willingly, I believe

♪ I am 16 going on 17

♪ Innocent as a rose

♪ Bachelor dandies

♪ Drinkers of brandies

♪ What do I know of those?

♪ Totally unprepared am I

(fading):
♪ To face a world of men...

(sighs) Star-mapping
has got to be the most

boring damn job there is.

I'd rather have brunch
with my parents.

Uh, I'd rather have brunch with
my parents and their parents.

I'd rather have brunch
with my parents

and their really good friends
who they haven't seen

in a while, who just got back
from a vacation in Florida

and took lots of pictures
while visiting their daughter,

who just had
a brand-new baby.

That just made me
want to kill myself.

You guys, we're on the edge of
the frontier of explored space.

That doesn't excite you?

(blows raspberry)

Bortus.

What are you doing here?
Your shift doesn't start

for another hour.

I do not want to be
in my quarters.

Why? Is something wrong?
I do not wish to discuss it.

You and Klyden fighting again?

I said I do not wish
to talk about it.

Okay. Sorry.

(beeping)
ISAAC: Captain,

I am picking up a large,
artificial mass

approximately 400,000
kilometers to port.

Holy crap. Yeah,
I'm picking it up, too.

"Large" is an
understatement.

Artificial? Like a ship?

Can't be a ship.
It's too big.

There are no space stations
this far out.

Do you want to have a look?
ED: That's our job.

Lieutenant Malloy,
adjust our heading to intercept.

Aye, sir.

Approaching
artificial mass, Captain.

My God.

♪

♪

What are we looking at?

It is indeed a ship,
Commander,

of unusually
large dimensions.

I have reduced
viewer magnification

by a factor of 10,000.

Looks like it's drifting.

Its engines appear
to be inactive.

The ship is traveling
by inertia only.

Any life-form readings?

Unable to penetrate
the outer surface.

It is composed
of an unfamiliar alloy.

Who would need
a ship that big?

Persian guy, maybe?

Wants to show off at the club.

Captain, analysis of the hull
indicates the ship

is approximately
2,000 years old.

What? JOHN: Sir, I've mapped
the ship's trajectory.

If it keeps drifting in this
direction, in about six months,

it'll collide
with star J-2837.

Could be a derelict
of some kind.

Isaac, is there any kind of
a docking port for a shuttle?

There is a small port
on the lower hull.

It is possible
for our shuttle to dock,

but navigation will
need to be precise.

I am the only crew member

capable of such rapid
helm adjustments.

Well, you don't have
to be a dick about it.

Explain "dick."

Check your monitor.

Ah, I see.

It is my understanding

that human males take pride
in their sexual organs.

Yes.
Sometimes.

Then Lieutenant Malloy
has complimented me.

You gonna pilot
this shuttle?

Yes, sir. ED: All right then.
Let's go.

Alara, you're with us.

Bortus, you have the conn.

Tell Dr. Finn to meet us
in the shuttle bay.

BORTUS:
Aye, sir.

Have you been experiencing
any dizziness, fatigue,

or a loss of sensation
in your outer membrane?

Nah, it's just a sort
of general malaise.

I've suffered
from depression before.

Physically, you seem fine.

You think maybe you're
just bored in your job?

I think I'm just lonely,
you know?

I'm the only gelatinous
crew member on board.

It's just tough to meet people.

Hey, you ever feel like
coming by my quarters

and just getting weird
and sloppy some night,

oh, my God,
I would be so into that.

(over comm):
Bortus to Dr. Finn.

Please report
to the shuttle bay.

On my way.

Sorry, Yaphit.
Duty calls.

(sighs) Well, looks like
it's another night

with just me and the toothpaste.

How big would you
say that ship is?

I would estimate
a cross section of the interior

to be approximately
790 square kilometers.

Whoa.

That's about the size
of New York City.

And it's been drifting
for 2,000 years.

Engaging
electromagnetic seal.

(bangs)

Scans indicate
breathable atmosphere

just inside the hull.

Let's check it out.

This door looks like it
hasn't been used in centuries.

(grunts)

Alara, you want to open
this jar of pickles for me?

(beeps)

Oh, my God.

What is it, Doctor?

Uh...

I'm afraid of heights.
ISAAC: Indeed.

Given your species'
fragile construct,

an impact from this height
would result in death

from severe trauma to
the spinal cord and...

Oh, shut up, will you?

Oh, man.

Our ship looks
like crap now.

It's a bio-ship.

Biggest bio-ship
anyone's ever seen.

Isaac, life-form readings?

ISAAC:
Yes, Commander.

Millions.

I wonder who they are,

why they're out here.

If their engines are dead and
they're drifting toward a star,

why wouldn't they be
transmitting a distress signal?

Maybe it's not
functioning either?

I mean, if the ship
is that old.

Well, regardless,
they're in trouble.

We're gonna have
to make contact.

I mean, what do we say to 'em?

"Hi, we live in the trailer
across the street.

We have jumper cables"?

ED:
We'll split up.

Kelly, you and Alara
head to starboard.

Claire and Isaac and I
will take the port side.

Mercer to Orville.

(comm chirps)

Mercer to Orville,
do you read?

ISAAC: It would seem
neither the Orville's scanners

nor communications
will penetrate the hull.

All right, Isaac, head
back to the shuttle,

contact the Orville, tell them
we're gonna take a look around.

We'll check back
in three hours.

Aye, sir.

Okay, we'll rendezvous
back here

at 1300 hours,
ship's time.

Right.

Wait, that's...

1:00 p.m.
1:00 p.m.

Right, sorry, that
always screws me up.

Okay.

♪

CLAIRE:
Look at this landscape.

Who would
build a ship like this?

And why?

ISAAC: Captain,
since my primary function

as a member of the crew

is to study human behavior
for my final report to Kaylon,

I would like to ask
a question.

Uh, sure, go ahead.

When you were married
to Commander Grayson,

what was it you
failed to do

that led her to perform
coitus with another partner?

Oh, you glad you
brought him along?

Isaac, honestly, I don't think
that's any of your business.

Were you not
sexually adequate?

No, that's not it.
No, just drop it, okay?

I do not understand.

Why is the topic
of procreation

unpleasant for humans
to discuss?

CLAIRE:
Can I ask you something?

How do your people procreate?

All Kaylon are assembled by
a central production facility

on our homeworld.

Oh, that's hot.

Do you intend to resume coupling
with Commander Grayson

now that she is serving
on board the Orville?

Absolutely not.

No, look, Isaac,

sometimes two humans think
they're right for each other,

and no matter how much
in love they are,

for whatever reason,
it just doesn't work out.

Sometimes one of them loses
perspective on the relationship,

and sometimes the other one
has sex with a blue alien.

Humans are very
flawed animals that way.

Captain... look.

(beeps)

There are
three life-forms

inside the structure.

All right,
time to meet the locals.

(knocking)

Hi, I'm Captain Ed Mercer
of the...

Jehovah's Witnesses.

Well, that's not quite
the greeting we wanted.

ISAAC:
Perhaps she fears

you are not sexually adequate.

Look, it's fine, all right?

I'm just gonna try again.

Hi, I'm Captain Ed Mercer-- holy crap!
(gun cocks)

(panting)

Thanks, Isaac.

You are welcome.

Ma'am, we're very sorry.

Your husband's gonna be okay,
he's only stunned.

You didn't kill him, right?

Of course not.

He's only stunned.

We'd like to talk to you
for a minute if we can.

Who are you?

What is that?

I'm Captain Ed Mercer.

This is Dr. Claire Finn,

and that's Isaac.

Our ship encountered
your vessel

adrift in space.

We know your engines
are inoperative,

and you're heading
right toward a star.

We'd like to help you
try and make repairs,

and if that doesn't work,
offer evacuation ships.

I don't understand.

Well, honestly,
there's a lot

that we don't
understand either.

We've never seen anything
like this place.

What is it?

This is our farm,
my husband and I.

I gathered that,
but this ship...

where did it come from?

I don't understand
what you're asking.

Are you from the Underland?

Please, don't harm us.
We're good,

decent people.
We embrace the word of Dorahl.

Who's Dorahl?

(door opens)

Mom?

WOMAN: Get back
in your room,

Tomilin, now.

Who are they?

I said now!

Tomilin, is it?

We don't mean
your family any harm.

Well, we did just
shoot his dad.

Aside from shooting your dad, we
don't mean your family any harm.

He's only stunned.

Are you real?

ISAAC:
Captain,

if I may...

Tomilin, my name is Isaac.

I am an artificial
life-form.

Can you tell me what
sort of vessel this is?

From where do you originate?

An artific... What?

Please, answer my question.

What is this place?

The hills, the trees,

the cities,
all that we can see...

what is it?

What do mean? It's...

it's what it is.
It's everything.

Captain...

I do not believe
these people know

they are on board a spacecraft.

Are you from Beyond?

You shut your mouth
with that blasphemy, Tomilin.

What if, what if
we are, Tomilin?

What if we're from Beyond?

Come with me. WOMAN: Tomilin.

Tomilin!

Get back here! Tomilin!

♪

ALARA:
God, this is so beautiful.

I can't believe
a place like this exists.

Oh, it'd be a perfect place for
a romantic afternoon picnic.

(chuckles)
It would.

Speaking of,

how's it going with you
and Josh?

Yeah, that's, uh, that's over.

What? I thought you
were really into him.

I was.

But it turns out
he has a massive hang-up

about the fact
that his girlfriend

can beat the crap out of him
with one finger, so...

Ah, I see.

You just, you have no idea
what a-a social roadblock it is

being the strongest person
on the ship, you know.

I mean, aside from Isaac,
but even that's a toss-up.

A lot of guys are
weird about it, yeah?

Oh, my God,
it's ridiculous.

But then there's
the captain,

and he doesn't even
seem to care, you know?

I mean, whenever
I open a hatchway

or lift something heavy,

he just gives me
this gratified look

like I just cleaned up
his dog's puke.

Yeah, well, trust me, Ed has
his own set of hang-ups.

Like what?

I mean, that,
that's none of my business.

But you want to know.

Kind of, yeah.

I mean, honestly,
everyone is wondering about

the whole story.

With the divorce.
Yeah.

I mean, aside from the obvious.
The obvious thing.

Yeah, that. (laughs)

And please tell me
if I'm out of line.

No, listen, you're fine.

Look, I mean, Ed just...

he had trouble with balance,

you know, between
work and home and...

I don't know. I just
started to feel

like I was living alone.

And although I regret
sleeping with Darulio...

I don't know,
in a weird way, it just...

it was inevitable.

As awful as that sounds.

That's really tough. I'm sorry.

Wait.

(vehicle approaching)
Do you hear that?

Yeah.

Commander, look.

May I see your identification?

Good afternoon to you, too.

Your identification.

I'm Commander Kelly Grayson
of the USS Orville,

and this is my security chief,

Alara Kitan.

We encountered your vessel...
Your identification now.

Mine's actually
in my other pants.

I'd rather not show you mine

'cause I look really bad in my picture.
She does.

She looks
really shiny and gross.

Have you ever heard
of combination skin?

What?
(mouthing)

Step into the vehicle.

Okay, if you could just
put your weapons down

and let us explain...

Alara!

You want to tell us
where we're going?

I had to get you
away from there.

Yeah, I wouldn't want to be
around when your dad wakes up.

There are those among us

who have begun
to question scripture.

We believe that there may
be more to the universe

than what we can see.

Your mother spoke
of a Dorahl.

Who is that?

Dorahl is the creator.

The creator of the universe?

That's what
we're taught, yes.

The common impulse
of biological life-forms

to attribute
the origin of the universe

to an omnipotent being

is most curious.

Well, then, how do you
think the universe began?

On the subnuclear scale,

it is quite natural
for quantum fluctuations

to create matter and energy
where none exist.

Where you come from,
is it like this?

Our ship is similar to yours
in some ways.

Um, the pollen count's
a little lower.

You're not gonna get
Lyme disease

walking through our ship,
but other than that,

it's more or less the same.

If you really are from Beyond,

then the doubts of the Reformers
become impossible to ignore.

The Reformers?

Who are they?

I'll show you.

My friends, our world

is about to change.

I don't know
how they do it.

I really don't.

You just do it,
I guess.

I don't know.

I mean, if I had to work
alongside my ex-wife,

day in and day out,

man, I'd rather chew
broken glass.

Wait, you were married?

Hell, no.

In fact, when I imagine the
person I'd fall in love with,

the person who could bring me
so much happiness

that I'd want us to spend
the rest of our lives together,

God, it just makes me want
to kill myself.

Huh. That seems reasonable.

Commander, we're receiving
a priority one distress call

from the USS Druyan.

Put it through.

DRUYAN CAPTAIN:
Repeat: To any Union vessel

within range,
we're under attack by the Krill.

We've taken heavy casual...
(beeping)

Lieutenant?
It's okay.

I got a lock on it.

Coordinates 3-1-9-alpha,

mark 7.2.

Sir, the Druyan
is a colony transport.

They probably
have children on board.

How quickly can we get there?

If we push the hell out
of the engines,

we can maybe be there
in 20 minutes.

Set course. Maximum velocity.

What about
the boarding party?

We will have to hope
they do not need us

until we return.

Launch a communication buoy

so they know what's happened.

(beeping rhythmically)

We've long suspected
that there is more

to the universe
than we can see.

But until now,
we had no proof.

Your arrival means more
than you can possibly know.

That's why we have
to take them to the City,

show everyone.

They'll have to accept it then.
Really, Tomilin?

How well did your mother
and father accept it?

The concept of a Beyond

has been heresy throughout
all of recorded history.

People don't alter
their beliefs easily.

Well, they're gonna have to
if they want to stay alive.

If this ship drifts
into that star,

your whole world is gonna fry.

Why would anyone ignore this

when there's a chance
to stop it?

Many people refuse to
accept an irrefutable truth

simply because that truth
puts them in the wrong.

You can rest assured
Hamelac is such a man.

Who's Hamelac?

First Guardian of
the Word of Dorahl.

He makes all law.

If he knew we were here
speaking of this,

he would put us
all to death.

Sounds like a dick.

A what?

It is a compliment.

You must be hungry
after your journey.

Leiken, bring some food.

So your teachings tell you
that this Dorahl

is the creator
of your universe?

They do. ISAAC: Captain,

it seems we have encountered
a dictatorial theocracy.

Oh, great, those are
always fun.

When you've eaten,

there is something
we must show you.

In the meantime,
anything else you can tell us

about your society
would be helpful.

Um, this Dorahl, for example.

How do the stories say...

Is something wrong?

KEMKA: Is the food not
to your liking?

(muffled)
No, it's... it's good.

It's actually very good.

Um...

do you have a napkin?

(clears throat)
That's excellent.

Thank you.

Where's your garbage?

(comm beeps)

Mercer here, go ahead.

ALARA:
Captain...

Alara, you okay?

No.

I-I've been shot.

Where are you?
Is Kelly with you?

ALARA:
No.

Transmitting homing signal now.

All right, we're
on our way. Mercer out.

Come on.
I'll go with you.

I know the territory.

(people clamoring)

(clamoring continues)

And I ask you this.

Do you embrace
the word of Dorahl?

ALL:
Yes!

Are we united as a people

by Dorahl's truth and love?

ALL:
Yes!

What of those who question...

(crowd grumbling)

...who deny Dorahl's gift
to the universe?

Can they be allowed to live amongst us?
ALL: No!

To grow and fester
and to challenge

the benevolence of Dorahl?

ALL:
No!

Bring him out.

(shouting)

This man is one of those

who call themselves

Reformers.

(crowd booing)

He is charged
with heresy.

He has distributed
hateful material

right here within the City.

He openly defies

the benevolence of Dorahl!

(clamoring)

He is yours to sentence!

(clamoring)

Take him!

(clamoring)

(clamoring continues)

(clamoring, blows landing)

She was carrying this.

Sit down.

I'll stand if you don't mind.

Who the hell are you, and
why have you brought me here?

Interesting.

A weapon, is it?

Perhaps you can tell me
how it works.

And what
that clothing is

you're wearing.

Why did you kill that man
out there?

I didn't kill anyone.

Do you see blood on my hands?

You incited that mob
to beat him to death.

You killed him.

Why?

The people do as they wish.

And today, they wished
to carry out the word of Dorahl.

I don't know what the hell
you're talking about,

but your goons shot my friend.

I don't know if she's
alive or dead.

So let me go
right now,

or I swear to God
there will be trouble.

Trouble?

Yeah.

From whom?

Other friends?

I said sit down.

You're going to be our guest
for a while.

(trilling)

There.

Oh, my God.

Alara. Can you hear me?

She's lost a tremendous amount
of blood,

but she's alive.

There are three metal slugs

lodged in her upper chest.

I'm gonna remove them.

What sort of magic is that?

It's medical science, baby.

And with this,

I can accelerate
plasma regeneration,

have her back on her feet
in no time.

(whirring)

(laughs softly)

You found me.

Thank God for that tough

Xelayan body of yours.

If she were human,
she'd be dead by now.

Alara.
Hmm?

Where's Kelly?

Uh, t-there were
two uniformed men,

they must have taken her.

Enforcers.

They probably took her
to the City, to Hamelac.

Can you stand up?

I think so. (grunts)

I imagine this Hamelac
is pretty well-guarded, yeah?

There'll be many more Enforcers,
yes.

We're gonna have to assemble
a rescue team.

Isaac, go back to the shuttle,

contact the Orville,
tell them we need backup, fast.

Yes, Captain.

(buoy beeping rhythmically)

Isaac to Captain.

ED:
Go ahead.

The Orville is gone.

What? What do you mean,
it's gone?

According to the communication
buoy they left behind,

there was a distress call.

They say they will return
as soon as possible.

What kind of distress call?

Sir, quantum drive injectors
have been compromised.

We can't take another hit
on the starboard side.

Commander, we've
knocked the hell

out of their engines, too.

If we concentrate fire there,

maybe we can get them
before they get us.

(explosion)

We must disable
their weapons first.

I don't think
we'll have time.

Sir, trust me on this.

Very well.

Transfer weapons control
to Lieutenant Lamarr's station.

Oh! Boom, bitch. That's
what I'm talking about.

Right there. I'm like, "Boom."
(mimics explosion) Lieutenant.

Sorry.

Well done, Lieutenant.

(whispers):
Boom.

What is the status
of the Druyan?

They report some injuries,
but no fatalities.

STEVE:
Engineering to bridge.

We took a lot of damage
to the starboard injector.

It'll be an hour
before we can get underway.

We must hope the captain
and his team are not in danger.

(grunts)

One more time.

Who are you,

and where are the others?

I already told you,
you stupid son of a bitch.

Our vessel encountered
yours drifting in space,

and we're trying to help you

before you fall into that star

and get your nuts burned off.
And I told you

you're lying
because there is no such place.

Again.

Where are your friends?

Well, last time I saw them, one
of them was banging your mom,

and the other one
was high-fiving him.

Where...

are...

your... friends?

(whispers):
Okay.

I'll tell you.

There's a little coffee shop

on Lafayette Street in SoHo

called Central Perk.

My friends are there.

Just please...

don't hurt the monkey.

(grunts)

That's the
Capitol building.

It's where
they interrogate dissidents.

If Hamelac has your friend,

that's where she'll be.

All right. Weapons on stun.

(weapons beep)

What's the plan?

I don't know.

Oh, my God, Nick?

Nick Lewis?

It's Ed, from college lacrosse.

How are you?

Step back from the door.
My God.

Look at you.
You're a guard now, huh?

How long you been guarding?

Step back now.

What kind of talk is that?

Give me a hug, you big joker.

Ah, there we go.
That's what I'm looking for.

God, it's good
to see you!

You're more resilient
than you look.

I've been through a divorce.
This is nothing.

Do you know what
my colleague here

is holding in his hand?

Scale model of your penis?
That's good.

Get it all out now.

In that syringe
is a compound

that we find to be
a very effective

truth serum.

You see, it targets
nerve endings.

Imagine

every nerve in your body
feeling as if

it's being punctured by

a tiny little drill.

No...

don't imagine.

Feel it.
(grunts)

(crying out)

This is the antidote.

All you have to do is
tell me where the others are.

(cries out)

(gasping)

The choice is yours.

(screaming)

(Kelly screams)

HAMELAC:
What, no jokes?

You were so amusing before.

(Kelly screams)

(pained cries)

Kel. Kelly. CLAIRE:
What's wrong?

(straining) Uh... What's
happening to you?

What the hell
did you do to her?

Talk!

Now.

(straining):
All right. All right.

All right, damn you,
give her this.

(whimpering)

(gasps)
Oh, thank God.

You must be Hamelac.

Nice name.

Just kidding,
it's not.

ALARA: You have
a pretty messed up way

of welcoming
your guests.

Especially when all we were
trying to do is help you.

Why would we need
your help?

Hamelac, your
entire world is

a massive bio-vessel
adrift in space.

And in less than
six months,

it's gonna be sucked
into the gravity well of a star.

You're insane.

No, you're insane
if you don't listen to us.

We come from another ship.
We encountered your vessel...

Do not blaspheme
in these chambers.

Dorahl's creation
is all.

He can pretend all he wants,
but he knows the truth.

Or at least he suspects.

The kid's right. Why else
would he have tortured me?

He knows what we are.

Well?

Is it possible that there's more

to the universe
than what we see?

Yes, it's possible!

CLAIRE:
Then, for God's sake,

why don't you
let us help you?

We can try to repair
your ship.

To do as you say
would shatter

our entire way of life.

This world is not ready.

No, you mean you're not ready

to give up control
over these people.

What part of
"you're going to die"

don't you understand?

Am I supposed to just
take your word

that we're headed
for catastrophe

without proof?

You want proof?
I'll give you proof.

Look at this.
That's our ship, the Orville.

Isn't that pretty? Look at
that, with all the curves

and everything. It's
real nice, right?

Now, look at this.

That's your ship. Huh?

Looks like a big metal
turtle, doesn't it?

That's where you live.

I will not destabilize
a system

that has kept order
for thousands of years.

Torture, public execution--
that's what you call order?

Well, then, I guess
we'll be on our way.

You'll understand that
we don't want you

sending the cops
out after us.

Have a nice nap.

This is what
we wanted you to see.

It is a forbidden place.

None of us have ever known
what it is.

It appears similar in design

to the hatchway
we encountered

when we entered the ship.

However, this keypad
seems to be functioning.

If I can access
the internal circuits,

the code should be
easily obtainable.

(beeping)

ISAAC:
It is a lift, Captain.

Up or down?

Let's try up.

Any weekend plans?

Um, not really.

Might call my sister.

Cool.

Coo-cool.
Coo-coo-cool.

A thousand light-years
from Earth,

and you're still awkward
in the elevator.

ISAAC:
Captain,

I believe we are on
the bridge of the ship.

What's that?

Kid, that is space.

KEMKA: I used to imagine
how it would be.

It was nothing like this.

How far does it extend?

No one knows.

Probably to infinity.

ISAAC: Captain, I have accessed
a recording

left here by
the last occupant.

To anyone hearing
the sound of my voice,

this is Captain Jahavus Dorahl.

Dorahl...

This vessel was constructed
by my people

as a first attempt
to visit another planet.

Our world is remote,

and we knew that a journey
to even the nearest

habitable world would take
over a century.

Three generations
would live out their lives

on board this bio-vessel.

The third would be the
one to reach our destination.

But we were hit by an ion storm,

and we've been unable
to restart our engines.

We are marooned in space
and drifting.

Unless we can repair the damage,

this ship is now our home.

Our air is recycled,
so we will not suffocate.

Our food and water supply
is sustainable

for thousands of years,
if need be,

as we are a self-contained
artificial ecosystem.

But unless we encounter help,

we are doomed to drift
indefinitely.

For space is vast

and very dark and very lonely.

My God.

This society
was never supposed to exist.

They evolved and grew until they
simply forgot their origins.

Forgot they were on a ship.

How is that possible?

Well, if enough time passes.

Even Earth is a little fuzzy

on some of its own history.

Damage records indicate
the engine failure

is quite rectifiable.

It should take no more
than 24 hours.

24 hours.

After two millennia.

ISAAC: There is one
more thing, Captain.

According to the ship's
schematics,

it appears a portion
of the upper surface

of the hull is retractable.

You're saying this thing has
a sunroof?

Yes, sir.

Presumably to simulate night.

So they could look up
and see real stars.

What's night?

Open it.

(rumbling)

CLAIRE:
"If the stars should appear

"one night in a thousand years,

"how would men believe
and adore

"and preserve for many
generations

the remembrance
of the City of God..."

Is that Shakespeare?

Emerson.

William Byron Emerson,
yes, yes.

Ralph Waldo...
Ralph Waldo.

Lord Ralph Waldo
Keats... David Thoreau, yes.

Sir,

communications
are now clear.

We are being signaled
by the Orville.

They have returned.

Captain...

what do we do now?

Well, we're gonna contact
the Union fleet

and have them send
a special training crew

to help reacquaint you
with your own ship.

You'll be driving this thing
yourself in no time.

Where you go
is up to you.

Thank you.

For everything.

KELLY:
Don't thank us.

We just gave you back
what was already yours.

Yes.

Our future.

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