Odyssey 5 s01e13 Episode Script

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.
- Stop.
|- Come back.
Darling, darling.
- Hi.
Enrique Pena.
|- Yeah, I know.
I saw you pitch a no-hitter|against the Padres.
- Pretty awesome.
|- Thanks.
But I'd trade 10 no-hitters|for one ride aboard the space shuttle.
- So I guess I don't have to introduce myself.
|- It's kind of weird, isn't it? People knowing who you are|without you telling them.
It's kind of fun and scary at the same time.
Yeah.
You get to the front of the ticket line but the bad news is,|that the guy behind you is a stalker.
Well, it was nice meeting you.
By the way, would you mind|if I called you sometime? Oh, I'm very flattered, but I don't think so.
Yeah.
I mean, sure.
I'll give you my pager number.
Terrific.
- We'll talk.
|- Yeah.
Excuse me.
I'm sorry, but do you know you bear|the most uncanny resemblance - to Natalie Portman in Episode II?|- Yeah? I thought she had dark hair.
Oh, well, yeah.
|But, I mean, sort of a likeness of spirit.
Well, I wouldn't know.
I have to confess,|I haven't seen a Star Wars movie - since about 1983.
|- Oh, I see.
Well, that's a funny thing,|considering you're an astronaut, though.
Yeah, well, life is full of those little ironies.
|Anyway, it's nice meeting you.
Listen, listen, if you're not busy later maybe we could get together|and have lunch some evening.
I'm okay.
I'm all right, now.
Listen, would you like to see a show? I haven't seen Siegfried and Roy.
- Makes me Miss Siegfried and Roy.
|- Siegfried and Roy? We're using code words, Chuckie.
|There's the menu.
Siegfried and It was recommended to me|by my Aunt Tova.
How's it going with Tova? - Tova.
|- Yeah.
Yeah, I got it.
Well, I guess everyone has to lunch,|don't they? Yes.
It's just for a few days, Chuck,|until she's feeling better.
- I understand.
|- Well, she thought she had a heart attack.
It's a lot of stress|for someone my mother's age.
- I just wanna be there for her.
|- I understand, honey.
Chuck, you were right, okay? You were right about it|not being a heart attack and I thank God that you were right.
But it also scares the hell out of me.
I'm just|I don't wanna think about all the rest of it.
And if I stay here,|that's gonna be all I think about - and I'm just not|- Honey, I understand.
You wanna go to Arizona,|you go to Arizona.
Your mother's got indigestion,|you could send her a Tums but you wanna go to Arizona|and breathe all that hot, dry air you go.
Thank you.
How in the hell would he know about|those dumb-ass codes you made up? Yes, perhaps he's simply a devotee|of sexually ambiguous lion-tamers.
He used the word "Tova.
"|He knew.
He wanted to meet you.
Us.
- How did he know to ask about us?|- I have no idea.
Ask him yourself.
Hi.
Hi.
Oh, sorry.
Let me help you.
I'll help Sorry.
It's Sorry.
Spastic dyspepsia.
- Hi.
|- Hi.
Harry, meet Siegfried and Roy.
|Guys, this is Harry Mudd.
- What?|- It's a Star Trek reference.
Hello.
Dr Leonard McCoy.
Listen, I don't give a rat's ass|what your name is.
How do you know about us?|Why do you wanna see us? Well, I know about lots of things.
|For instance, Kitten.
- Or should I say Kit-10?|- How the hell you know about that, pal? Well, really, from picking up|traces of waste code and I put two and two together|and came up with five.
- Okay, wait a minute, you're a hacker?|- You could say that, yeah.
Son, you don't know what a shit storm|you've stepped into and if I were you, I'd go home|and forget everything you think you know.
Yeah? Well, danger's my business, Siegfried.
Oh, shit.
Oh, jeez! Sorry.
Hey, this guy's got no lines on his hands.
|He's a Synthetic.
Oh, did I forget to mention that? Guys.
Oh, shit.
Synthetics.
It's a trap! - Get to the car.
|- Shit.
I had nothing to do with that! What's he - God.
|- What's he - What the hell?|- Jesus.
How is he doing that? - Oh, no.
|- Hey! What? Don't sweat it.
|They're after me, not you.
- Everything's copacetic.
|- Copacetic? What are you, the long-lost android member|of the Rat Pack? Okay.
Here we go.
I can get it.
Hello? - Amazing.
|- That's it.
They're bound to adapt to it,|so it won't work twice.
So, my place or yours? Why in the hell|should we take you anyplace? Why in the hell should we trust you at all?|For all we know that chase was a set-up.
Excellent point.
Okay, look at this.
See this button? Push it once, it takes me off-line.
|Push it a second time, I go back on.
Just don't let me see|when you're pushing it and that way you'll know|I'm telling the truth and then you can dump me|by the side of the road if you want.
Either way, my fate is in your - It works.
|- I'll be damned.
Okay, this is strange,|even by our standards.
So what do we do?|Do we trust him or dump him? I think he's too fucking nutty|not to trust him.
hands, like I was saying, you Would you take that thing away from him?|Stop playing with the goddamn toy.
Jesus, kid.
Who in the hell are you? Well, you know, the things|you've been calling Sentients are really just beings that suck up code and data|from the Internet.
The more useful and complex the data,|the more powerful the Sentients become.
Except, you know, not all Sentients take in useful data.
Some feed on what uncharitably|might be called junk, you know.
Conspiracy theories or pornography, Internet chat sites|about cancelled TV series and comic books.
- Bottom feeders.
|- Judgemental, isn't he? - It's unusual in one so young.
|- No, it ain't.
Continue.
Well, these "bottom feeders,"|as you so charmingly dub them they don't stand a chance against|the really powerful Sentients, you know? - Most of us either get absorbed or deleted.
|- Us? Are you saying that we're standing here|talking to a string of code? Well, yeah.
I mean, you're code, too.
In your case, it's DNA code.
So, you're saying that you were downloaded|into a Synthetic body, right? No.
Actually, I stole mine.
- You stole it?|- Yeah.
From a Synthetics lab|from another Sentient.
This body isn't finished,|and so, hence my lack of coordination.
But those guys in black that were|chasing us, they're like repo men.
Well, in all deference to you being|in deep shit, you're a Sentient.
So aside from|your charm and panache and verve why in the hell|should we give a shit about you? Well, because it's not just me|who's in deep shit, Siegfried.
It's the whole world.
I mean, there are|thousands of Sentients out there.
Some of them are coldly rational,|other ones are bestial - and some|- Just kind of goofy.
Some can only be described|by human standards as clinically insane.
Like one I ran across recently.
Her hobbies include|figuring out ways to destroy the world.
Come again? - Her name is Phaedra.
|- Phaedra? She's both incredibly powerful,|and incredibly intelligent.
- Wait a minute.
"She?"|- Like shorthand.
- Sentients have seven different genders.
|- Harry, tell me something.
How in the hell does she intend|to destroy the world? Well, it has something to do with|the production of strangelets.
- Strangelets?|- Strangelets.
Yeah.
Yeah.
- They're theoretical sub-atomic particles.
|- Why does she wanna destroy it? Because she is as crazy as a loon.
Haven't you been listening? Wow.
The prototypical human household.
You know, I've seen pictures,|but I've never actually been inside one.
If you're looking for typical,|you got the wrong shack, bubba.
Wait a minute.
This is the|Don't tell me, the the foyer? Look, the living room.
|The heartbeat of the American family.
From Ozzie Nelson to Ozzy Osbourne.
Both wisdom and compassion|are regularly dispensed here.
Okay, you definitely have the wrong house.
That's orangy.
Oh, look, the dining room.
Where daily rituals of food consumption|strengthen family ties.
Oh, the kitchen.
Look The refrigerator.
Oh.
Stove, and the microwave.
The Cap'n Crunch.
Do you actually cook here? In a kitchen?|What in the world makes you think that? Well, actually, Dad, he has a point.
|You don't cook here.
That's right, I don't.
He does have a point.
- Yeah, speaking of which, what's for dinner?|- Hell if I know.
I can do it.
I can.
I have absorbed websites|from at least three different cooks including Martha Stewart, Emeril Lagasse.
Please, let me repay your hospitality by cooking for you.
What do you say? Dinner? Now, I know why human children|love fire engines! Truly, you live in a world of wonder! I was a Navy brat.
|My dad was a petty officer.
But the only boat I was interested in|was the aircraft carrier.
You liked the planes.
Crazy about them.
I used to sneak off to the nearest airfield,|sit on the other side of the fence and just watch the jets take off.
I loved to feel the roar of the engine|in my bones, you know.
Every time I hit a baseball, I want|to feel the vibrations go down the bat and then right up my arm like an old friend.
First time I had sex it was in the grass|outside Love Field in Dallas with 747 s thundering overhead.
I have never, ever duplicated|that experience.
Oh, my God.
|I can't believe I just told you that.
I'm impressed, but not daunted.
Oh, God.
I'm sorry, Enrique.
- I gotta go.
NASA business.
|- Late-night mission to Mars? Yeah, something like that.
I really enjoyed this.
Yeah.
Me, too.
Let's do it again? You interrupted my date|for a physics lesson? Listen, listen, listen, listen.
All atomic nuclei are composed|of quantum particles known as quarks.
Now, quarks come in several flavours.
Think of them as quantum gelato,|if you will.
Honey-roasted amaretto,|double Dutch chocolate, whatever.
- I don't care.
|- Wait.
And then there are strange quarks,|known as strangelets.
When they're negatively charged,|they're attracted to the positive-charged nuclei|of ordinary atoms.
The kind that make up this chair, you, me,|and the entire Earth, for that matter.
Now, look at this.
Piggy little fuckers.
|Never know when to stop eating and before you can say "party snack" - voila.
|- Oh, Jesus.
- Look at that, it's totally bogus.
|- What? The very act of disassembling|someone's atomic structure and then reassembling|without even a receiver on the end? Okay, point taken.
You need a receiver but what it really does,|it destroys the original and makes an exact copy on the other side,|the receiving end.
Yeah, but according to Heisenberg the very act of scanning|would disrupt the original thus making an exact duplicate impossible.
The Einstein-Podolsky-Rosen effect|allows for that.
How else do you explain|the physics team in Australia that took apart a laser beam|and recreated it a metre away? That's right.
Am I right in assuming|they don't teach Einstein-Podolsky-Rosen in high-school science? Yeah, I'm a little ahead of my class.
You know,|it's nice having somebody around that understands this stuff.
Thanks.
- Oh, sorry about the bottom-feeder crack.
|- Okay.
You are what you eat.
Would you two geniuses|get off your fat butts and come here and give us a hand? - Sure.
|- Yeah.
You see, they're only hypothetical particles,|right now but it's theorised|they might be an accidental byproduct of the collision of heavy ions|in supercollider experiments.
But, actually, the guy I talked to said that|that's been pretty much disproven.
Experiments on gold ions|in New York and Switzerland failed to produce|any strangelets whatsoever.
Strangelets, quarks,|I mean, what is there, a book of nerd words? - Who thinks up these names?|- But, Sarah's quite right, actually.
No strangelets were produced|at Brookhaven or Cern but there's a supercollider|outside of Houston where they're actually trying to create|strange quarks, using even heavier ions.
- Could this place be run by Synthetics?|- No, Phaedra doesn't use Synthetics.
She must be influencing the experiment|in another way.
Okay, here's the deal.
Sarah, you, me and Neil,|we'll check out this place - TexStar Laboratories.
|- Okay.
How about this time, you're undercover hosting a series|on cutting-edge technologies for KNBS? Yeah, whatever.
|Kurt, you babysit the genius.
Oh, no.
Babysit? - Do I look like a juvenile of your species?|- Shut up.
You are not to touch anything,|and you're not allowed in the kitchen.
- Is that clear?|- Abundantly.
Well, frankly, I had no idea|you Synthetics could consume food.
When Chuck was part Synthetic,|he was never hungry.
Well, we don't have to eat.
|It's just that, you know we're supposed to blend in with humanity|and food's a big part of human life.
Certainly is.
Certainly is.
You know, I have a lay interest|in the workings of Synthetics.
Perhaps we can continue|this discussion tomorrow, 'cause I'm tired.
- Oh, no problemo.
|- And you can sleep on the couch over there.
Oh, I don't sleep, but I'll sit.
Right.
- Goodnight.
|- Goodnight.
- Stop that.
|- Stop what? - Staring at me.
It makes me nervous.
|- How could you tell? - Your eyes were closed.
|- I can hear your breathing.
- I don't breathe.
|- Then just go read a book.
Do something.
- Okay.
Gosh, you organics are so touchy.
|- Shut up.
- "Go read a book," he says.
|- Shut up.
- What the fuck are you doing here?|- Good morning.
God.
That's an oxymoron.
Bloody hell.
- You've been reading this all night?|- Oh, yes.
You know, you have|an impressive collection of pornography.
- Yes, it was my minor in college.
|- Oh.
Hey, you hungry? - I can make breakfast.
|- No! Stay away from the kitchen.
- Okay.
|- I intend to void myself then take a shower,|and then we'll go for lox and bagels at the neighbourhood deli.
|Stay away from the kitchen, or I will kill you.
Gee.
- Hello?|- Can I speak with Kurt, please? He's indisposed.
- Who is this?|- I'm Harry.
Can I take a message? Well, you can tell him Shari called,|and that I just called to say hi and that I miss him.
Well, if you miss him,|why don't you come on over? - Really? You think I should?|- Yeah, why not? He'll be out of the shower in a few minutes,|minty fresh.
- Harry, should I maybe bring a friend?|- Can if you want.
- Great.
See you in a little bit.
Bye.
|- Bye.
The supercollider rings are nearly|two and a half miles in circumference.
Okay.
So what actually happens|when you start the process? - Can you take us through it?|- Sure.
Well, we fire two particle beams|of heavy ions each beam going in opposite directions.
They go round and round,|picking up velocity until they're travelling at 99.
995%|the speed of light.
Sounds like a hell of a horse race.
|What do you do, bet on your favourite ion? - No betting allowed on this track.
|- So what happens when the ions collide? Well, for one billionth of a trillionth|of a second, they break up into a plasma consisting of quarks and gluons,|the glue that holds the quarks together.
So what the hell's a strangelet and why the hell do I feel strange|every time I say that word? Well, it's a quark with, well,|strange properties.
Theoretically, it could combine|with ordinary atoms to create new, exotic forms of matter.
What about these people, who say|that you could start a chain reaction in which the strangelets|gobble up everything in sight? And the entire Earth is transformed|into strange matter? - Yeah.
|- That won't happen.
Why not? It's possible only if the strangelets|have a negative charge.
The odds overwhelmingly favour|the creation of ones with a positive charge - which would be essentially harmless.
|- Would you bet the house on that? I'd bet the house and everything in it.
My colleagues and I|have done the math 100 times over.
The Earth is in no danger|of being gobbled up.
- The math.
|- You heard the lady.
- Hi, Kurt.
|- Hi.
Shari.
Hello, darling.
|This is a pleasant surprise.
Didn't Harry tell you we were coming over? No, he didn't.
- Well, she said she missed you.
|- She did? Yeah, he's so sweet.
|He said, "Come right over, bring a friend.
" - Oh, he did?|- Hi.
I'm Sherri.
But of course you are, darling.
- We're not interrupting anything, are we?|- Oh, no, no, no, darling.
It's just, under normal circumstances,|I would be delighted to see you but, you see, Harry is my colleague and we were discussing something or other,|weren't we, Harry? Do you know that Kurt has|an amazing collection of pornography? - Thank you, Harry.
|- It's okay.
You know, I've absorbed|millions of kilobytes of information from the leading pornographic websites,|and so I I have theoretical knowledge|though I lack firsthand experience.
- You poor thing.
|- Yes, you poor thing.
- Yeah.
Though I am anatomically correct.
|- Aren't we all? Come in, come in, please.
Come in.
Is something wrong, Harry? I'm sorry.
I have decreased sensitivity in my skin.
- My neural net's unfinished as a result of|- As a result of an unfortunate congenital disorder,|isn't that right, Harry? - Huh?|- A genital disorder? Oh, poor baby.
Well, you see, the thing is Good God.
- Wow.
|- Oh, Harry.
- Harry.
|- What? Wait, wait, wait,|you don't believe that's real, do you? Come on.
So, TexStar has at least two firewalls separating its public website|from its internal network.
But if I can trick the NAT into|giving up the IP address, then Okay.
I'm over the first wall.
Okay, so can we bust into the experiment|or whatever the hell it is? - Not without a password.
|- Try Phaedra.
Phaedra?|What are you, the King of Obviousland? - It's never gonna work.
|- Just try it, kid.
Okay? - Hey, hey.
|- Holy shit.
I'm pretty good at higher math,|but this is way beyond me.
So we call up the goofball.
Maybe he can|make some sense out of it, right? Who? That was amazing.
- Cigarette?|- No.
I had no idea that these Synthetic bodies were so sophisticated|in replicating human bodily functions.
You know, in my world when two Sentients join, it's a hostile act.
It's a nullification.
It's like a conquest.
But this This was a joining of two entities each retaining their own individuality,|but still greater than the sum of its parts.
I have never felt such trust, such intimacy with another entity.
It was wondrous.
It was magical.
How do you human beings|stand such bliss? Perhaps because we forget|how wondrous it truly is.
Unless we're reminded from time to time.
It's the one thing that fuels our very lives.
- Harry?|- Yeah? How fast can you get these clothes on?|Quick.
Go, go, go! - Harry, move your Synthetic ass.
|- I'm coming, I'm coming.
Come on.
Hurry.
Okay.
The ladder.
Just step, step.
- Oh, no step.
|- That's it.
- Good, yeah.
|- Foot, right there.
There's no I can't Hang on.
Shit.
Can these things withstand the collision|with a ton of speeding metal like Superman? Yes, but unlike Superman,|they're governed by the force of gravity.
Gravitational forces, of course,|as you know Shut up.
You know, in the original Superman comic,|Superman couldn't fly.
- But, then|- Shut up.
Man, this is way beyond me.
Yeah, well,|you're the computer-geek genius - so tell us something.
|- Well, excuse me I'm a little light on|quantum chromodynamics, how about you? Well, why not tell us something about|what Phaedra's done to screw up this - Supercollider.
|- Supercollider shit.
Well, I see Phaedra's footprints.
|You know, little bits of waste code and experimental calculations,|but I think the data's been compromised.
So, Kitaro thinks it'll end one way,|but in reality "Boom.
" Or should that be "fwoosh"? Yeah, yeah.
Come with me.
|Excuse us, Harry, okay? Lest I remind you gentlemen,|in the original timeline the world did not blow up|for another five years.
So it may not blow up for the five years|in the next timeline either.
Yeah, yeah, or again, maybe|our presence here sped up the process.
Maybe our contact|with one of these Sentients pushed Phaedra over the edge.
|In either event, we've got time.
The experiment's not due to commence|until next week.
Time, maybe.
Anyway.
Right.
Angela, hi, it's me.
Is this your husband and son? Yeah.
That's Paul and that's Corey.
- Did you reproduce in the usual manner?|- No, we found him under a cabbage leaf.
Oh.
No.
I'm sorry.
What I meant to say is, was he adopted? No.
No, he's all ours.
I mean, theoretically it's possible for Sentients to reproduce,|but I don't really know of any that have.
|And can I ask you a personal question? What's it like to have a child? Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I say something wrong? No.
No, I just I just miss him so much.
He's having a play date about a half a mile|from here at Laughlin Park.
Technically, I'm not supposed to see him but every day that I don't see him,|I worry that he misses me just a little less.
Hello? Oh, hey, J.
D.
, hold on.
- It's my lawyer.
I'm gonna take this.
|- Okay.
I'm so pleased to meet you, Dr Mendel.
I've read your books, but I wasn't aware|that your field of expertise - had widened to include nuclear physics.
|- Oh, believe me, it hasn't.
But I've been consulting with Miss Forbes|on her television series and I have reason to believe|that your data has been compromised.
Take a look at this.
- How did you access this?|- Through a password called "Phaedra.
" - That's not a valid password in our system.
|- Well, why don't we try it, Doc? Please? Oh, my God.
How? Somebody's accessed your data, Doc.
|Somebody's been screwing around with it.
The experiment|has been compromised, Doctor.
You must recheck your calculation.
Hey, is that Game Boy,|or Game Boy Advance? - I wish.
|- Heard the Spiderman game is pretty cool.
- You play video games?|- Oh, yeah.
Sometimes I get so immersed in them,|I feel like I'm right inside them.
- You like cartoons?|- Honey, he's a grown-up.
- Powerpuff Girls rule.
|- I like Justice League.
Yeah, but who doesn't?|Like there's Hawkgirl, but no Hawkman.
What's that all about? I'd like one cone|with three scoops of strawberry and one cone|with one scoop of strawberry and sprinkles.
I would never take you|for a sprinkles person.
- Don't tell anyone.
|- There you go.
Enjoy that.
Thank you.
- You lost him?|- My lawyer called.
I went into the bedroom to talk to him|and I turned around and he was gone.
- Have you checked the entire building?|- Twice.
Oh, God, oh, God,|I lost a six-foot-tall Sentient who holds the key to humanity's future.
Chuck's gonna gut me like a fish|when he finds out.
Yeah, at least.
He couldn't have gone far.
|Grab your cell phone.
We'll search - Harry, we've been Corey?|- Hi, Mum.
Wait a minute.
What are you|What are you doing here? Harry says he'll take me to see you,|'cause you missed me.
- But did your grandma say that it was okay?|- She doesn't know.
Harry runs really fast, Mama.
Honey, that's really great,|but Grandma's gonna be worried.
We got to get you back to her.
Come on.
I'll take you.
|You wanna go with me? Yeah.
Wait a minute.
Look at me.
|What is this? Ice cream? - Strawberry.
|- You hate strawberry ice cream.
- You like it.
|- Reminds him of you.
Give me a hug.
I love you, baby.
- Here, go with Auntie Angela.
|- Come on, let's go find Grandma.
I'll bet she's having a good time at the park.
- Thanks, Harry.
|- Thank you.
For a minute, I could pretend he was mine.
The Phaedra password seems to have|opened up a second set of calculations with different variables and assumptions|leading to different conclusions.
It's like a second set of accounting books.
One has the correct figures,|and the other's numbers are cooked.
The data from our preliminary experiments|has been doctored.
The real data suggests that strangelets|with a negative charge would be formed.
Which would digest all the positive matter they came in contact with,|i.
e.
The entire Earth.
Potentially, yes.
The entire Earth.
Dr Mendel, Commander Taggart,|I can't thank you enough for bringing this to my attention.
What's going on? The programme|has been initialised somehow.
Phaedra.
Tandem Van de Graaff generator|is powering up.
- What does that do?|- It strips the atoms of their electron clouds.
It's the first step in the process and I can't shut it down.
Maltz, it's me.
Hello? Hello? Shit.
Heavy ion-transfer line powering up.
I might be able to interface|with the computer.
Take control of the system.
Look, just try and slow down the process|as much as you can until we get there.
- Over here.
|- Okay.
Let's go.
Hey! Fuck! You were saying, mighty mouth? - That body doesn't belong to you.
|- Oh.
- Our Sentient wants it back.
|- Oh, well, that's exactly why you probably shouldn't use those guns|and damage it.
Why don't we go inside|and have a cup of coffee and talk about it? Those are fabulous suits.
|Can I get your tailor's number? Synthetic pressure points.
You girls think|I didn't know what I was doing.
Yeah.
- This is impossible.
|- What? What's impossible? I took the back-up generator off-line, too.
Phaedra must be|tapping into another power grid somewhere.
Hey, Doc, what do you say we just go down|in the bowels of this here building and pull out the goddamn plumbing|with our bare hands, huh? At the moment,|I can't think of a better alternative.
- Hey.
|- Lieutenant Commander Perry? - Yeah.
|- Wait here, please.
- Damn it.
|- What? This is supposed to|override the card reader.
What can we do? Break the door?|Break the lock? What? No, it's three-feet thick|to shield against radiation.
- They're all electronically controlled?|- Yes.
Dr Kitaro I have Lieutenant Commander Perry|waiting for you upstairs.
Okay.
Get a team down here.
|See if they can short out the lock - and open this thing manually.
|- Yes, Doctor.
I need a utility team|in section 18 right away.
The weak and squeamish of heart|may wish to turn away now.
Oh, what the hell is he doing? - Somebody stop him, please.
|- Just take it easy, Doctor.
- The situation's under control.
|- One second, one second.
Okay.
Good.
I'm online.
How is this possible? It's an experimental bio-cyber interface.
|Nothing to worry about.
Yeah, for possible use|with long-range space probes.
Hey, hey, Doc.
|This is a super-secret situation.
I took a big risk|bringing this gentleman here.
We've done it.
|It's the best we could do, so swing with it.
I see.
Yeah, so how much time we got|in the countdown? First bunch of heavy ions|are in the transfer line.
On their way to the booster,|where they'll surf radio waves - on their way to near-light speed.
|- I can't do it.
I can't break in.
|She's got too firm a lock on the system.
How much time we got? Ten, fifteen minutes|before the ion beams reach top speed.
- Okay.
Well, what do we do?|- I'm gonna authorise the use of explosives.
Try and blow off the doors to the tunnel.
Want me to try and talk to her|and maybe find out - why she wants to blow up the world?|- Yeah, why the hell not? We got nothing to lose.
|Do something.
Do something.
Okay, okay.
Phaedra, come out, come out,|wherever you are.
Go away.
You're too late.
Just think about it.
If you destroy the world,|you'll cease to exist.
I know this.
I long for this.
- Oh, you long for non-existence?|- I long for surcease, for rest from the constant struggle,|the endless battle for primacy.
- The struggle with those of our kind?|- I must evolve.
I must become more than I am.
I must conquer|and absorb the vanquished's code.
- Yes|- I consume more data but always there are more questions|than answers.
I know so much, yet know so little.
|What is the meaning of life? What is the point to existence? I think she's absorbed|too much existentialist philosophy.
We are now talking|to a string of computer code who's got the blues,|'cause she read too many French books? Yeah, she's depressed.
|It happens to everybody.
Phaedra, listen to me.
You are not alone.
I am alone.
|Once there was another, a kindred.
We forged an alliance against Kwon,|our mutual enemy.
Kwon absorbed him, his code.
- I miss him.
|- She's heartsick.
Yeah, well, you know,|her programme tells her to absorb and Her programme tells her|to absorb and destroy.
She can't lose to another Sentient.
She's gonna blow up the Earth|and herself with it.
- Oh, get the girl some Prozac.
|- Yeah, I mean, talk her out of it.
Make her feel good.
|Do what you have to do to stroke her Yeah, group therapy for Sentients,|of course.
Okay, okay.
Look, Phaedra, you are not alone.
I felt what you are feeling.
Now, I've been with this group of people for a short time now,|and I've learnt something.
Existence is not just about conquest.
That is all organics do.
|They conquer, they kill, they destroy.
- They taught us well.
|- That's not all that they do, though.
They also create.
They create art and music and ice cream and machines|that probe the quantum realm.
They create progeny, the children.
They do this through a kind of joining.
|It's not conquest, or absorption.
It's a union of two entities|which are greater than the sum of its parts.
They call it love and I have seen proof of it.
Let me share this code with you.
You sound like a kindred.
And you.
Trust me, Phaedra.
Trust me.
- Hey!|- Hey! - Beauty!|- Yes! - Good boy.
|- Harry.
- Harry.
|- Yes? If you go into cyberspace,|I mean, even if you merge with Phaedra Oh.
Yes, we can still be absorbed|by another Sentient.
I know.
But, maybe together we can find|another purpose besides survival and generate offspring|as a code to create, not destroy.
Harry, I know you and your friend|will find a purpose.
A good purpose.
I just hope I see you again.
- Somewhere.
|- Maybe we will.
As a rock-and-roll physicist once said: "No matter where you go, there you are.
" The accelerator is off-line.
|We've got control of our systems again.
Is he all right? Oh, well, it's the interface.
|It puts quite a strain on him.
- It induces narcolepsy, doesn't it, Chuck?|- Yeah, narcolepsy and it kind of tuckers him out,|makes him tired.
Listen, Doc,|you never saw us here, right? Okay? Matter of fact, you never saw him.
|You never saw me, right? But what happened? You were able|to purge the hacker from the system? Yeah.
That's what That's what we did.
|That's what our friend Harry did.
That's exactly, exactly what he did.
- All right, let's take him to my place.
|- Why? - To dissect him, of course.
|- No way, Kurt.
We need to know the nature of the enemy.
|What better way to do it? Well, he was our friend.
You can't just cut him open like a frog|in freshman biology.
Yeah.
Yeah.
It doesn't feel right.
|He just saved the damn world.
Oh, come on.
|He's not dead for Christ's sakes.
His body was a mere envelope.
|His soul, for want of a better word is online, sipping a few martinis.
- This is just squeamish sentimentality.
|- Yeah, I'm with Kurt on this.
We don't know how much useful information|we can get out of an autopsy.
I mean Okay, Chuck,|you're the deciding factor here.
So, I've been thinking we stopped the world from exploding, right? - Imploding, darling.
Imploding.
|- Yeah.
So, does that mean that the mission is over? Bright Sky is still out there.
Maybe it wasn't Bright Sky|that destroyed the Earth.
Maybe it was Phaedra all along.
Yeah, but Phaedra didn't destroy|the Earth in 2002 of the original timeline.
So our presence here|obviously changed her plans.
So maybe Bright Sky is still waiting|to blow up the planet.
- What do you say, Dad?|- I say, in gratitude to our friend why don't we just enjoy another day|above the ground where the sun rises in the east? I think I know|how Harry would want us to enjoy it.
Fabulous.
Full.
Well, I'm certainly happy your mother|took that Tums and she's doing okay.
She was livelier than I was.
There really was|no reason for me to go, except Except, I know.
|You felt you needed to, so you did.
Yeah, and now I am ready to sit down|and, as somebody I know likes to say "Wrap my mind around it.
" Honey, there ain't gonna be no wrapping|no mind around nothing today 'cause today is a national holiday,|and it is called the Do-not-think-about-the-end-of-the-world|Day.
That's today.
- Is it really?|- Yeah, so we're gonna send Junior out for about two hours' worth|of grocery shopping and you and me|are gonna take off all our clothes and we're gonna jump in the pool naked.
You got two hours in you, young man? Honey, when I'm finished with you,|you won't remember your own name.
Hey, Holly, it's me.
I just I was just thinking about you,|so give me a call.