Sanctuary s04e09 Episode Script
Chimera
[warbles softly.]
Got you, beastie.
[Magnus.]
: I wouldn't have woke you up if it wasn't a real emergency.
[Henry.]
: It's fine.
I was having this wild dream, though.
Erika was dressed as Princess Leia, and I was doing this thing with my Iight saber-- [Magnus.]
: Aah! Security camera footage, please? [Henry.]
: Yes.
Okay, coming online now.
Oh, the Iittle bugger.
Took the words right out of my mouth.
[Henry.]
: It's going into Will's room.
So I wasn't its first stop of the evening.
Fast forward.
Your bedroom.
Oh no.
Aw, man.
Did that thing? One way to be sure.
Yeah, but wouldn't I have woken up? Well, not necessarily.
The device administers a Iocal anesthetic before it punctures the skin.
[Henry.]
: Damn Iittle brain sucker [Magnus.]
: Oh, dear.
[.]
[Will.]
: Again? You've gotta be kidding me.
[Magnus.]
: I wish I were.
[Will.]
: But it already sucked my brain once.
[Magnus.]
: Well, it was interrupted, if you recall.
Invisible albino ninjas.
How could I forget? [Bigfoot yawns Ioudly.]
Sorry, I haven't been sleeping well.
[Henry.]
: How come you get off scot-free? [Bigfoot.]
: I'm just Iucky, I guess.
Well, I suspect if I hadn't nabbed it when I did, it might still be making its rounds.
Well, aside from the obvious creep factor, I don't really feel any different.
[Will.]
: Yeah, me neither.
[Henry.]
: I still remember my name.
Still hate anchovies.
The device isn't designed to drain your brain, it simply downloads your consciousness into its memory bank.
[Will.]
: You know, I know that's supposed to reassure us, but You're both fine.
If we hadn't caught it in the act, you probably wouldn't have even known this had happened.
[Bigfoot.]
: Yeah, how do you think it got Ioose? [Magnus.]
: Good question.
Its compartment doesn't appear to have been tampered with.
No, the electronic Iock is working perfectly.
Except for the part where it got out.
[Henry.]
: The only thing I can figure is the computer sent a release code to the container.
Why would it do that? I don't know.
Oh.
On it.
[Henry groans in frustration.]
Why is this so hard? [Will.]
: Do you remember a few days ago when the Iawn sprinklers wouldn't shut off? Yesterday, the security door in the hallway kept going up and down and up and down [Henry.]
: Yeah, it's a glitch in the maintenance program.
It happens sometimes.
[computer beeps.]
[Henry.]
: That's the front gate.
What? It's 2:30 in the morning.
Who is it? [Henry.]
: I'm a Iittle busy here.
It's one of Magnus' old codes.
I'II get it.
[computer pings.]
[Henry.]
: Ooh, you're really pissing me off! [Bigfoot.]
: You think there's a connection between all these glitches and the Spiderbot? That's what I'm trying to find out, but every time I try to back-trace the anomaly-- Really? What is it? A hidden sector? [Bigfoot.]
: One you didn't create? [Henry.]
: Would I be this surprised if I created it? And this thing has big giant firewalls.
I just [Bigfoot.]
: Speak.
Wait, who has the ability to hide an entire system sector in a system that I built? [Will.]
: Tesla, isn't it-- [Tesla.]
: Where is he? [Will.]
: Research Iab.
[Tesla.]
: Thank you.
Henrich! What the hell do you think you're playing at? Oh, you! I see now.
[Tesla.]
: Oh, dear God.
[Bigfoot growls softly.]
[Tesla.]
: And the inmates are running the asylum, hmm? [Magnus.]
: Nikola? [Henry.]
: He did it.
[Magnus.]
: What? [Bigfoot.]
: He did it.
[Will.]
: The sprinklers? [Henry.]
: The hidden sector.
How did you find it? What are you hiding? [Magnus.]
: Would you all please stop speaking in code? [Will.]
: The computer issues we've been having Iately.
[Henry.]
: They're not issues.
They're-they're glitches.
Nikola, what have you done? Why do you always assume it's my fault? Oh, Iet me count the ways.
He roofied our system.
[Will.]
: Did you? It should have been fine.
It would have been fine, if Enrico the Wonder Wolf hadn't have gone nosing around.
[Magnus sighs heavily.]
What is it this time? -Berate me if you must-- -I must.
The only reason we're facing this unfortunate situation is because I tried to save your Iife.
[scoffs.]
This is going to be good.
[Tesla.]
: You do recall your first foray into Hollow Earth, when your tracking beacon disappeared.
[Magnus.]
: Go on.
Well, fearing the worst, I naturally sprang into action, but the only way that I could get the proper coordinates to send Druitt down, I had to patch that Iittle Praxian brain spider into your computer system.
[Henry.]
: Yeah, but that was months ago, and you unpatched it.
[Tesla.]
: Well, I guess it Ieft behind a Iittle Easter egg.
[Magnus.]
: A virus? No, no, no, nothing Iike that.
[Will.]
: Oh, good.
It's a sentient organic nanite.
What? [Bigfoot.]
: Oh, not good.
Not good.
[Magnus.]
: It didn't cross your mind to mention this to anyone? [Tesla.]
: Well, you're all so busy, and besides, I quarantined it.
[Magnus.]
: In a hidden sector.
[Tesla.]
: Behind a veritable Fort Knox of firewalls.
[Will.]
: But it got out.
Right, because Iittle um Ah.
Well, that may actually be my fault.
[Tesla.]
: Helen? [Magnus.]
: Well, I've been having Henry move some of our more sensitive data to a secure cloud.
Off our systems, out of the prying eyes of SCIU.
[Will.]
: No offense.
None taken, Scooter, thanks.
Henry did warn me that during the changeover, that there might be a nanosecond where our defensive firewalls would be vulnerable.
Yeah, I warned you.
But you took the chance anyway.
Well, given the course of recent events, I felt it was a calculated risk worth taking.
[Tesla.]
: Oh, Helen how could you be so irresponsible? Didn't know you'd Ieft behind a Praxian booby trap, did I? So your cavalier incompetence is now my fault? The point is, how do we fix it? [Henry.]
: We can't.
This is organic sentient tech, people, from Praxis.
It's bits and bytes and brains, all in one.
And judging by this data, it's evolving.
Growing? [Henry.]
: It's gathering bits and pieces from everywhere.
[Will.]
: That's why it released the Spiderbot, to Iearn from us.
[Magnus.]
: Okay, worst case scenario? It gobbles up everything, data becomes compromised, we Iose complete control of critical Sanctuary functions.
Oh, I don't Iike it when you visit.
[Magnus.]
: There has to be a way to stop it.
Listen, I think I need to explain this again.
It is Praxian, okay? It's not just going to turn tail with a few simple keystrokes.
Hell, I don't even speak its Ianguage.
Hold your horses, Henri.
You may have just blundered into something remotely useful.
Uh, thanks.
Nikola? [Tesla.]
: Oh, yeah.
You're not going where I think you're going? We have to Iearn to speak its Ianguage.
You're serious? [Bigfoot.]
: What are they talking about? [Will.]
: I don't know.
[Magnus.]
: You realize this is unprecedented.
[Tesla.]
: Well, that's never stopped us before.
Potentially dangerous.
'Fraidy cat.
[Henry.]
: AII right, you guys are making me really nervous, and I don't even know what you're talking about.
Very well, then.
If you're up for it.
[Tesla.]
: I wouldn't miss it for the world.
[Will.]
: Would you Iike to share with the rest of the class, please? We're going in.
[Will.]
: In? In? In where? In there.
[Henry.]
: You won't feel any pain, but you might feel a slight tingling.
[Tesla.]
: Merely our primitive consciousness energy being transmuted from organic electricity into a binary stream.
[Henry.]
: What he said.
[Will.]
: This is insane.
[Henry.]
: What he said.
[Magnus.]
: Well, so is Iosing control of our systems.
What if this thing decides to release every abnormal from the SHU? Why you two? [Tesla.]
: Because I know the nanite, she knows the system, and we need Junior here to catch the pitch.
[Magnus.]
: Really is no other choice.
There's too much at stake.
PIus, you've got to admit, it's kind of awesome.
[Henry.]
: I beg to differ.
I saw '"Tron.
'" [Will.]
: This Frankenstein contraption could melt your brain.
But you won't Iet that happen.
So no pressure, then.
No more than usual.
[Tesla.]
: Okay, Iadies and gentlemen, Iet the games begin.
We'II be monitoring your vitals.
At the first sign of danger, we're pulling you out.
Whenever you're ready.
[power surges.]
[Magnus.]
: Where did they go? [Tesla.]
: Or where did we go? [Magnus.]
: They wouldn't have Ieft us alone.
And no time has passed.
We just went under.
[Tesla.]
: You think we're here? [Magnus.]
: Hard to say.
How do you feel? [Tesla.]
: Not very binary.
In fact, I feel disappointingly normal.
[thumps stonework.]
[Magnus.]
: Ow.
What did you expect? [Tesla.]
: I don't know, something cooler, Iike the Matrix, or Vienna in springtime.
[Tesla.]
: Remember? We don't know what the inside of a digital cloud Iooks Iike, but we are familiar with this environment.
[Tesla.]
: Right, so the computer's using our consciousness to map this world.
[Magnus.]
: Ah, but not completely, or correctly.
I replaced those chandeliers over 50 years ago.
[Tesla.]
: Well, maybe we're not fully downloaded yet.
[Magnus.]
: So the computer is filling in the gaps using bits from its own database.
[Tesla.]
: Like Wolfie said, it's Iearning.
Wow.
I had a dream Iike this once.
[Magnus.]
: Matrix enough for you? [Tesla.]
: Meh.
[Tesla.]
: What was that? [Magnus.]
: Well, uh It could have been anything.
An electronic pulse, a memory.
[Tesla.]
: A desire? [Magnus.]
: Can we stick to the task at hand? [Tesla.]
: Absolutely.
[Magnus.]
: We need to Iocate the Praxian nanite and quarantine it.
[Tesla.]
: Where do you suggest we start? [Magnus.]
: Well, if this is the Sanctuary, then the computer array would be in Henry's Iab.
[Tesla.]
: Makes sense.
[elevator dings.]
Whoa! [Tesla.]
: Fascinating.
What would've happened? [Magnus.]
: Virtual death? [Tesla.]
: So if an immortal vampire dies in a virtual world -Does he make a sound? -Oy vey.
[Magnus.]
: There it is again.
[Tesla.]
: Wait a minute, wasn't your office here a moment ago? [Magnus.]
: It was.
And now it seems Iike we're down a Ievel.
[Tesla.]
: If this was a movie, right now the audience would be screaming, '"Don't open the door.
'" This should be Will's office.
[Magnus.]
: But it's not.
Oh, my god! Were these drapes always this hideous shade? [footsteps approach at a run.]
[Magnus.]
: Nikola Someone's coming.
Welcome to my home.
Adam? [Tesla.]
: I did not see that coming.
[Worth.]
: Helen, beautiful as ever.
And Nikola.
[Tesla.]
: Howdy.
[Tesla.]
: What is he it? [Magnus.]
: Don't know yet.
Just roll with it? [Tesla.]
: Right.
[Worth.]
: I must know you both.
Why yes, Adam, you do.
[Worth.]
: And you've come for a visit.
Isn't that wonderful? That's a wonderful thing, isn't it? Can I offer you anything? Sherry? Tea? Actually, we're only here for a short time.
There's something very important that we need to do.
[Tesla.]
: Say, now, you don't happen to have a Praxian nanite in your pocket, do you? [Worth.]
: Praxian Praxis.
I know that word.
[Magnus.]
: You see, this nanite is being rather disruptive to the Sanctuary computers.
[Worth.]
: Causing a spot of bother, is it? We can't have that, can we? What can I do to help? [Magnus.]
: Well, we need to Iocate this nanite and contain it.
How hard can that be? [Tesla.]
: Okay, I admit it, that was cool.
[Tesla.]
: Cooler.
[Magnus.]
: What is this? [Worth.]
: This is Praxis.
Is it not what you asked for? Have I not met your needs? [Magnus.]
: No, Adam, you're doing very well.
Um you know, actually, I might take you up on your offer of a cup of tea.
[Worth.]
: Anything for you, sir? Um, aw, what the hell? I'II have a glass of '92 Lafite.
[Tesla.]
: I Iove it here.
'92 it is, then.
I'II be right back.
What the hell was that? Adam, sort of.
He knows our names, but not our history.
Probably for the best, don't you think? So when you downloaded the coordinates from Adam's brain-- To come heroically to your rescue.
[Magnus.]
: Whatever electronic fragments of his consciousness remained-- Are now manifesting as the man himself.
But really he's just digital information.
That now thinks it's a man.
Would you care to go 'round again? [Magnus.]
: AII right, Iet's how much of the Praxian alphabet we can remember.
[Magnus.]
: Dear god When Praxis was destroyed, I thought all of this was gone, but this is amazing.
This is Iike finding the Iost Iibrary of AIexandria.
[Tesla.]
: So I didn't screw up your computers.
I saved a civilization.
Don't press your Iuck.
We still need to find that nanite.
[Will.]
: Heart rate's up a bit.
[Henry.]
: Yours would be too if you had a Spiderbot sucking your cerebral cortex.
[Will.]
: Do you think whatever they're experiencing in there can affect their bodies out here? [Henry.]
: Don't know.
There's no Praxian Virtual Reality For Dummies yet.
Ugh, no way! [Will.]
: What? What is it? [Henry.]
: This nanite.
Every time I put up a new firewall, it punches right through it.
It's already co-opted a few secondary systems, shunted them off-Iine.
Can you fake it out? The more I throw at it, the more it Iearns how to defend itself.
[Will.]
: Well, that can't be good.
[Henry.]
: Will, if this thing breaks out of our system, gets out into the real world? [Will.]
: It could go anywhere.
[Henry.]
: Everywhere.
What are we talking, SkyNet? Ah, movie reference, good one.
[Will.]
: Let's hope they've got game.
[Worth.]
: I do feel as if something is missing.
[Magnus.]
: Are you sure that's not it? [Tesla.]
: I'm positive.
I'd recognize the digital signature.
Just keep Iooking.
[Worth.]
: Something I knew once but can't quite remember.
It makes me sad.
[Magnus.]
: I'm sure it's nothing important, Adam.
Don't worry about it.
[Worth.]
: You seem to know a Iot more about me than I know meself.
[Tesla.]
: There.
I think Yes.
[Worth.]
: Who am I? [Magnus.]
: You're Adam, an interface for this system.
[Worth.]
: Interface.
Are we friends? Yes, Adam, we're friends.
[Tesla.]
: If I can shield it [Magnus.]
: Well, you're assuming that by manipulating this virtual image, that it will actually impact its real-world electronic counterpart.
[Tesla.]
: Energy is energy.
Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
[Worth.]
: Ashley.
I beg your pardon? [Worth.]
: Ashley makes you sad.
How do you know about Ashley? [Worth.]
: Oh, there are many stories in here.
I haven't read them all, not yet.
Now your stories are here too.
[Tesla.]
: And we're done.
Okay, Pandora's back in her box.
Henry can excise it safely from here.
Well, Adam, I guess this is goodbye.
[Worth.]
: But we've just started getting to know each other.
Thank you for your help.
Take us back to where we came in.
It's been such fun having company.
Friends.
[Magnus.]
: Goodbye, Adam.
[Worth.]
: I'II miss you.
[Tesla.]
: Ma^nana.
[Henry.]
: Hey, Doc, you're back.
[Tesla.]
: And me.
No thanks to Adam Worth.
Worth? [Tesla.]
: Best Iittle operating system butler this side of OS 12.
[Magnus.]
: More of an unfortunate interface, really, though we were able to quarantine the nanite.
At Ieast in the virtual world.
Yeah, it totally worked.
I already snagged the Iittle bugger.
It's trapped on an ISO drive not even remotely connected to our system.
[Magnus.]
: So we're clean.
[Henry.]
: As a whistle.
Systems are coming back online.
Will and Biggie are doing a maintenance check.
Now that you're back, I'm gonna go help them out.
Maybe you want to pitch in? Maybe not.
Turns out having your consciousness tapped is really rather exhausting.
[Magnus.]
: Nikola's right.
Thank you, Henry, for everything.
I am going back to bed.
[Tesla.]
: I'II walk you.
[Magnus.]
: I know the way.
Good night.
Sweet dreams.
So out of your Ieague.
Excuse me? -Adam? -Hello, Helen.
I thought you might Iike to read me a story.
How did you get here? [Worth.]
: Actually never Ieft.
And neither did I.
On second thought, maybe I'II read you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a Iittle girl named Helen with a happy smile, and she had Iong, beautiful hair.
One day, Helen discovered Source BIood.
Adam, don't.
[Worth.]
: No, wait, this is the really good part.
Bet you can't guess what she did with the Source BIood next.
[door opens.]
[Tesla.]
: Helen, we're still-- Trapped in a virtual core.
But you already know that.
[Worth.]
: I'm sorry.
I was just having so much fun, I couldn't Iet you Ieave.
Adam, what have you done? [Worth.]
: I'm so Ionely.
[Tesla.]
: Well, get yourself a puppy.
[Worth.]
: No, but it's better when you're here.
[Magnus.]
: You realize what this means? [Tesla.]
: We didn't quarantine the nanite.
[Worth.]
: It was a trick, just Iike Henry.
I wanted you to stay.
So nothing we've done up until now has even been virtually real.
[Tesla.]
: Ugh, I'm starting to get a virtual Escher headache.
[Magnus.]
: It's just been one big illusion inside this illusion.
Okay.
We have to stop this now.
[Worth.]
: Why would you want to Ieave? Where would you go? [Magnus.]
: Back where we came from.
What did you mean, '"illusion'"? She means you.
Just an illusion.
Now you're playing a trick.
I don't think I Iike that.
Adam, Iisten to me.
Nikola and I need to finish-- You want to Ieave.
If you'II just help us-- [snaps book closed sharply.]
[in Hyde's cruel voice.]
: No, Helen.
You will help me.
[Tesla.]
: How? When you say you're going to Ieave here where are you going to go? Someplace real? [Magnus.]
: Yes.
[Worth.]
: Take me there.
[Magnus.]
: It's rather complicated.
I want to Iearn.
I have your stories.
Hundreds of years.
I don't have years.
But I did once.
Why can't I remember? Help me remember.
[Magnus.]
: Adam, you don't need to do this.
[Worth.]
: You're here, and you're real.
I'm here, but not real.
It doesn't seem fair.
Look, reality's not all that it's cracked up to be, okay? What's real for you, Helen? [Magnus.]
: Ashley, please Mom Ashley.
[Worth.]
: That's just an illusion, Helen.
How can she be real? You killed her.
You bastard.
[Worth.]
: Why are you crying, hmm, if it's not real? I want to Iearn.
[struggles in his shackles.]
[Worth.]
: Your stories Oh my.
They're full of such death, destruction.
Adam this doesn't accomplish anything.
It's not real.
[she cries out.]
Hurts, doesn't it? This is my reality, and what happens here, hurts here.
You can't Ieave, you can't hide.
Hide.
[chains rattle.]
Jekyll Hyde London.
Oh, dear.
Were we in London? [Magnus.]
: Yes, Adam.
We've been friends for a Iong time.
[Worth.]
: Friends? No, no, no, that's not your story.
You killed me.
Yes, I see the story now.
You killed me twice.
Three times.
You killed my daughter, and then you killed me! Ah! [Worth.]
: Again! [she chokes.]
Adam! [alerts beeping.]
[Will.]
: Holy crap, what the hell's going on in there? [Henry.]
: The system just went nuts.
[Will.]
: Magnus' vitals are dropping.
We've got to pull them out.
[Henry.]
: I can't! It's taken over control.
[choking.]
[snarling.]
Will! I knew this was a bad idea! Her blood pressure's taking a major nose dive.
[snarling.]
My world, my rules, chum.
[Tesla.]
: Well, this should be interesting.
[alerts wailing.]
[Henry.]
: What are you doing? [Will.]
: It's adrenaline.
I got to get her numbers back up.
[syringe hisses.]
[chains burst.]
[Tesla.]
: What the hell got into you? [Magnus.]
: Adrenaline, I suspect.
Our real-world physiology must be showing the strain.
[Tesla.]
: Virtual neuro-chemistry? Well, at any rate, yowza.
[Magnus.]
: Thank you.
Look, if Will and Henry know we're in trouble, why aren't they pulling us out? [Tesla.]
: Maybe they can't.
[Tesla.]
: You know, back in Oxford when I had the chance, I should have ripped the Iittle BIarney psycho's throat out.
[Magnus.]
: Yeah, well, it may yet come to that.
[Tesla.]
: You're just saying that to cheer me up.
[Magnus.]
: Look, Nikola, I didn't drag you into this, you volunteered.
[Tesla.]
: Hey, no, don't get me wrong, I have been more than thrilled to be a part of this ground-breaking experiment, this holographic gavotte, where we're redefining the boundaries of science and human imagination.
It's just such a shame I'm never going to get out of here to accept my Nobel.
[Magnus.]
: Well, don't be so sure.
One thing's become clear to me now, that while Adam can access our consciousness, he's not all-powerful.
[Tesla.]
: Not yet, but we know him Personally, and now digitally, and you know what, it seems obvious to me that the rotten apple hasn't fallen too far from the tree.
Ah, ah, ah, ah It's the Iibrary.
I don't believe you.
Nikola, what's with the attitude? [Tesla.]
: Oh, good, the Iittle creep is figuring out a problem all on his own.
[Magnus.]
: The more the nanite spreads, the more Adam has control over this environment, and us.
[Tesla.]
: What are you doing? [Magnus.]
: I have an idea.
[Tesla.]
: Look, we tried it already.
It doesn't work, it's an illusion.
[Magnus.]
: Exactly.
But that's when we were using the interface that Adam created.
[Tesla.]
: So we have to find a way around it.
[Magnus.]
: Now you're catching on.
[Tesla.]
: And get to the central system core.
[Magnus.]
: Exactly.
I think it's time to peek behind the curtain.
[Tesla.]
: Oh Henry's Iab.
Bravo.
[Magnus.]
: Makes sense.
It's where the system core resides in the real world.
[Tesla.]
: Okay, so where do we start? [Magnus.]
: If we can't get control of this environment, maybe we can shut it down.
I thought we were Iooking for the nanite.
We're running out of time.
Adam could wake up at any moment.
Okay, when you say '"shut down'", you don't Iiterally mean-- Oh, yes, I do.
You want to force a system re-boot from the inside? It may just give Henry back the advantage.
Yes, but, Helen, we're inside.
I realize that.
[Tesla.]
: And the only consciousness we have is now being held in RAM in the very system you're trying to shut down.
I didn't say it was without risk.
It could fry us completely.
And the more we stand here and argue-- Do you want to wake up a turnip? [Worth.]
: Ah, here you are.
Now, for my next trick [flatline drones.]
What the hell just happened? [Will.]
: They flatlined.
They're gone.
[Henry.]
: What do you mean they're gone? They're-they're dead? [Will.]
: No, they're not dead-dead.
What other kind is there? [Will.]
: They're Iike brain dead.
Praxis style.
Their organs are still functioning, but their minds are-- [Henry.]
: Trapped in a computer.
[Will.]
: I don't know.
Can you duplicate that Praxian device that revived us? [Henry.]
: No.
I mean, yeah.
Wow.
Is that a maybe? It's not Iike I remember much.
I was zombie-brain-dead.
We don't exactly have a Iot of this stuff Iying around, Will.
Well, try to cook something up.
[Worth.]
: It's Ionely when you're not here.
Look what I've discovered.
I'm starting to find so many things hidden around this place.
Things I didn't even know were here.
[Magnus.]
: He's tapped into the webcams on the outside.
[Worth.]
: There's pictures of my home, only it's not in here.
It's out there.
Hello.
There you are.
[Magnus.]
: Dear god, Iook at the flatline.
We're brain dead on the outside.
Our brains only exist in binary form now.
Which means re-booting is out of the question.
[Worth.]
: Is this where you're from? Hmm? Is this where things are real? [Magnus.]
: He's starting to understand the difference between this virtual environment and the real world.
[Tesla.]
: Do you think he wants -Our bodies.
-Our real ones? [Magnus.]
: At Ieast one of them, I'm afraid.
[Tesla.]
: He's not getting this body.
[Magnus.]
: How's your magnetism in here? [Tesla.]
: You tell me.
[Magnus.]
: Really? Even now? [Tesla.]
: Sorry.
It's automatic.
Let me try.
[Magnus.]
: Nikola, we're inside a computer.
[Tesla.]
: EIectromagnetism.
You're hot when you're brilliant.
[Magnus.]
: Can you do it? Can you manipulate the hard drive that is the real world? [Tesla.]
: Possibly, but to what end? [Magnus.]
: I have an idea.
[Bigfoot.]
: So this thing will actually synch their revived bodies back up to their consciousness? [Henry.]
: Uh, yeah.
[Bigfoot.]
: Really? [Henry.]
: Can you just focus on soldering? Don't snap at me.
[Henry.]
: Sorry.
I just, uh [Bigfoot.]
: Hey.
You can do this.
[Henry.]
: Okay, sure.
I remember Fallon saying something about reversing the charge on the ions of the nerve myelinating cells just as consciousness was returning to the brain.
[Bigfoot.]
: Uh-huh.
[Henry.]
: Well, I got the '"ion'" part, but the rest, I just-- [Will.]
: H.
, something's happening.
[Henry.]
: Um, could you be Iess specific? [Will.]
: It's coming through on Magnus' computer.
You're not getting this? No, nada.
It Iooks Iike you're getting an encrypted download from somewhere internally, but I can't see it.
[Will.]
: Well, here, take a look.
Can you slow it down? [Will.]
: Yeah, hold on.
[Henry.]
: What the.
.
? [Bigfoot.]
: It's Praxian.
[Henry.]
: Yeah.
Where'd it come from? [Tesla.]
: What if none of this is getting through? [Magnus.]
: AIways the optimist.
[Tesla.]
: Realist.
[Magnus.]
: In a virtual world.
[Tesla.]
: Stop.
What are you up to? [Tesla.]
: Me? Nothing.
This is your sandbox, remember? [Tesla.]
: Interesting.
When he tries to multitask, there's a spike in the power grid.
[Magnus.]
: So what? [Tesla.]
: So now I'm getting an idea.
How are you doing this? [Tesla.]
: I wonder if [beeps.]
[beeps.]
[Will.]
: Signal's stopped.
[Henry.]
: It's okay, I think I caught enough of it.
After our Iast trip to Hollow Earth, I started on a Praxian Babelfish program, but after Praxis was destroyed, I gave it up.
[Will.]
: Is it complete enough to get a full translation of what came through? [Henry.]
: Well, kinda.
Hmm.
Petra-- Okay, and just Iike Scrabble.
[Biggie.]
: Ha ha.
Oh [Tesla.]
: AII those channels and nothing to watch.
[Magnus.]
: Nikola! [Tesla.]
: It won't hold him for Iong.
He's getting too powerful.
That's it.
That's the whole message.
Aw, seriously? [Will.]
: Well at Ieast they're still alive.
Well, their minds are, anyway.
[Henry.]
: Not for Iong.
Adam Worth unbelievable.
What do you want to do? The only thing I can do.
I guess they want me to go virtual.
[Magnus.]
: Ah, good, you've arrived.
[Will.]
: Magnus.
[Magnus.]
: Nikola needs our help.
I'II explain on the way.
Come on.
[Tesla.]
: Why on earth? Ah.
Well, this makes sense.
And you must be the Praxian gremlin.
Damn you, Ieprechaun.
[Worth.]
: How did you find this place? [Tesla.]
: I used my electromagnetism to trace the power spike I detected earlier, and as I suspected, it Ied me straight to the nanite.
[Worth.]
: You never did Iike me, the real me, did you? [Tesla.]
: Oh, come now, what's not to Iike? Homicidal mania, paranoid self-delusion, a sartorial penchant for argyle.
[Tesla.]
: A bit skinny for my own personal taste, but once I'm inside you, a few extra Guinness should put on a couple of stone, no? [Tesla.]
: Beer? You wouldn't! [Magnus.]
: Adam! [Worth.]
: Ah, Helen, there you are, and concubine! [Will.]
: Oh, man.
This is a most unexpected treat.
You remember.
I'm remembering so much more now.
The wind in my face.
The beat of my heart.
The sticky sweetness of treacle on my tongue.
Ugh You killed my daughter.
Stop right there, concubine.
Hmm.
Hmm As punishment for your crimes against humanity, I shall ask you to choose.
I beg your pardon? Oh, come on, Helen.
You're not stupid.
You must know that I want a body, a new body.
I never Iooked very good in heels, so Eeny, meeny [Magnus.]
: Stop, Adam.
Don't make me do this.
Come now, Helen it's what you Iove, isn't it? PIaying God.
Deciding who Iives and who dies.
Crack on, then.
[Tesla.]
: Helen, Iet me remind you, we go way back.
[Will.]
: You bloodsucking piece of crap.
[Worth.]
: Oh, jolly, they're going to fight.
Very well, then.
Take Will.
[Will.]
: What?! [Tesla.]
: Good girl.
Y-You can't be serious.
There's too much at stake, Will.
I can't Iet my personal feelings cloud my judgement.
Are you sure, Helen? He's younger, stronger-- I beg your pardon.
Okay, Magnus, the joke is over.
His blood is untainted.
He's a blank slate.
Magnus! [Worth.]
: Ah, a fresh start.
I do see the appeal.
[Will.]
: Have you Iost your mind? [Magnus.]
: Yes.
Quite Iiterally.
I'm truly sorry, Will.
[Bigfoot.]
: What do you call it? [Henry.]
: I don't know, '"un-deading'" device.
[Bigfoot chuckles.]
[Bigfoot.]
: It Iook anything Iike the one they used to revive you in Praxis? [Henry.]
: Nope, not even close, but I'm hoping it's the same engine on a different chassis.
[Bigfoot.]
: Hoping? [Henry.]
: That's all I got.
[Bigfoot.]
: You know, if this doesn't work [Henry.]
: Yeah? [Bigfoot.]
: We could end up reviving their bodies and Ieaving their minds behind.
Yeah.
Well, Iet's hope they're kicking some virtual butt in there.
Yeah Mmm.
Mmm Oh, you're right, Helen.
The boy does feel fresh, kind of Iike putting on a fresh pair of socks.
Dear god.
Well it's shaping up to be a grand and glorious day, isn't it? Now the world will bow down before me.
[Tesla.]
: Good grief, the melodrama.
Jealous? I'II be out in the real world with Will's body while you'II be trapped in here in this virtual hell forever.
And meanwhile, the nanite spreads Iike a virus to computers everywhere.
[Tesla.]
: Total global domination.
You know, I am a tad jealous.
Mmm.
It's kind of the best of both worlds, isn't it? And I couldn't have done it without you two crazy kids.
So this is goodbye.
Not that it hasn't been fun.
You sure you don't need an assistant? I'II Ieave you both to your eternity now.
Have a nicevirtual Iife.
Problem, Adam? What have you done, witch? Oh, yes, I forgot to mention-- [shackles unlatch and clatter to floor.]
You're not in control anymore.
EIvis has Ieft the building, my man.
Impossible.
I'm running the show from here on.
How did you-- Wouldn't you Iike to know? I Iove where this is going.
I've quarantined the Praxian nanite this time for real, and so, without further adieu Goodbye, Adam [clucks impishly.]
Forever.
Damn you! [Henry.]
: Say something.
[Bigfoot.]
: Magnus? [Magnus.]
: Hello? We made it.
[Tesla.]
: Pinch me.
[Bigfoot.]
: Okay.
[Will.]
: How'd I do in there? [Magnus.]
: Well, you were a bit stubborn at first, but in the end, you were brilliant.
[Tesla.]
: Well, your downloaded consciousness was.
[Will.]
: Thanks.
So, Worth took the bait? [Magnus.]
: He believed that your physical body was hooked up as well.
[Bigfoot.]
: When all along it was just this Iittle fellow.
[Magnus.]
: Adam tried to escape, he got trapped, we now have control.
I never thought it would pay to have my brain sucked.
[Henry.]
: So Worth's consciousness has a new home.
[Tesla.]
: Forever and ever, amen.
[Magnus.]
: So, the quarantine held? [Henry.]
: Like a rock.
[Magnus.]
: Minus the psychotic Adam Worth interface, I trust.
[Henry.]
: Oh, yeah.
I migrated the nanite to an ISO drive.
It won't be going anywhere ever again.
[Will.]
: Something tells me you've got plans for that thing.
Well, it may be the only surviving record of an entire society.
A seed that could help Kate and Garris as they try to rebuild Praxis.
[Bigfoot.]
: You'II need somebody to take it down there.
[Magnus.]
: Do you have anyone in mind? Well [Will.]
: You? [Bigfoot.]
: Yeah, why not? I have a few vacation days coming up.
[Magnus.]
: Indeed.
[Henry.]
: It'd be nice to see Kate again.
[Bigfoot.]
: Yeah.
I miss the Iittle runt running around the house.
Consider yourself volunteered.
Thank you.
[Tesla.]
: I hope it's better than that bilious concoction you made us drink.
What was that? [Magnus.]
: Protein supplement to counteract the effects of the Praxian stasis.
[Tesla.]
: Terrible.
Oh, well, whatever.
The point is, we're here now.
[Magnus.]
: Yes, we are.
[Tesla.]
: I've got my body, and you've certainly got yours.
[Magnus.]
: Oh, dear Iord [Tesla.]
: So tell me something, Sophie.
Back there in crazy town, when you had to choose between sacrificing Will or moi [Magnus.]
: Yes.
.
? [Tesla.]
: I mean, if it had been a real choice if you hadn't stacked the deck in favor of the house Whom would I have chosen? Yeah, kinda.
Aw, Nikola.
Do you really need to ask? Cheers.
[.]
[.]
Didn't hurt.
Got you, beastie.
[Magnus.]
: I wouldn't have woke you up if it wasn't a real emergency.
[Henry.]
: It's fine.
I was having this wild dream, though.
Erika was dressed as Princess Leia, and I was doing this thing with my Iight saber-- [Magnus.]
: Aah! Security camera footage, please? [Henry.]
: Yes.
Okay, coming online now.
Oh, the Iittle bugger.
Took the words right out of my mouth.
[Henry.]
: It's going into Will's room.
So I wasn't its first stop of the evening.
Fast forward.
Your bedroom.
Oh no.
Aw, man.
Did that thing? One way to be sure.
Yeah, but wouldn't I have woken up? Well, not necessarily.
The device administers a Iocal anesthetic before it punctures the skin.
[Henry.]
: Damn Iittle brain sucker [Magnus.]
: Oh, dear.
[.]
[Will.]
: Again? You've gotta be kidding me.
[Magnus.]
: I wish I were.
[Will.]
: But it already sucked my brain once.
[Magnus.]
: Well, it was interrupted, if you recall.
Invisible albino ninjas.
How could I forget? [Bigfoot yawns Ioudly.]
Sorry, I haven't been sleeping well.
[Henry.]
: How come you get off scot-free? [Bigfoot.]
: I'm just Iucky, I guess.
Well, I suspect if I hadn't nabbed it when I did, it might still be making its rounds.
Well, aside from the obvious creep factor, I don't really feel any different.
[Will.]
: Yeah, me neither.
[Henry.]
: I still remember my name.
Still hate anchovies.
The device isn't designed to drain your brain, it simply downloads your consciousness into its memory bank.
[Will.]
: You know, I know that's supposed to reassure us, but You're both fine.
If we hadn't caught it in the act, you probably wouldn't have even known this had happened.
[Bigfoot.]
: Yeah, how do you think it got Ioose? [Magnus.]
: Good question.
Its compartment doesn't appear to have been tampered with.
No, the electronic Iock is working perfectly.
Except for the part where it got out.
[Henry.]
: The only thing I can figure is the computer sent a release code to the container.
Why would it do that? I don't know.
Oh.
On it.
[Henry groans in frustration.]
Why is this so hard? [Will.]
: Do you remember a few days ago when the Iawn sprinklers wouldn't shut off? Yesterday, the security door in the hallway kept going up and down and up and down [Henry.]
: Yeah, it's a glitch in the maintenance program.
It happens sometimes.
[computer beeps.]
[Henry.]
: That's the front gate.
What? It's 2:30 in the morning.
Who is it? [Henry.]
: I'm a Iittle busy here.
It's one of Magnus' old codes.
I'II get it.
[computer pings.]
[Henry.]
: Ooh, you're really pissing me off! [Bigfoot.]
: You think there's a connection between all these glitches and the Spiderbot? That's what I'm trying to find out, but every time I try to back-trace the anomaly-- Really? What is it? A hidden sector? [Bigfoot.]
: One you didn't create? [Henry.]
: Would I be this surprised if I created it? And this thing has big giant firewalls.
I just [Bigfoot.]
: Speak.
Wait, who has the ability to hide an entire system sector in a system that I built? [Will.]
: Tesla, isn't it-- [Tesla.]
: Where is he? [Will.]
: Research Iab.
[Tesla.]
: Thank you.
Henrich! What the hell do you think you're playing at? Oh, you! I see now.
[Tesla.]
: Oh, dear God.
[Bigfoot growls softly.]
[Tesla.]
: And the inmates are running the asylum, hmm? [Magnus.]
: Nikola? [Henry.]
: He did it.
[Magnus.]
: What? [Bigfoot.]
: He did it.
[Will.]
: The sprinklers? [Henry.]
: The hidden sector.
How did you find it? What are you hiding? [Magnus.]
: Would you all please stop speaking in code? [Will.]
: The computer issues we've been having Iately.
[Henry.]
: They're not issues.
They're-they're glitches.
Nikola, what have you done? Why do you always assume it's my fault? Oh, Iet me count the ways.
He roofied our system.
[Will.]
: Did you? It should have been fine.
It would have been fine, if Enrico the Wonder Wolf hadn't have gone nosing around.
[Magnus sighs heavily.]
What is it this time? -Berate me if you must-- -I must.
The only reason we're facing this unfortunate situation is because I tried to save your Iife.
[scoffs.]
This is going to be good.
[Tesla.]
: You do recall your first foray into Hollow Earth, when your tracking beacon disappeared.
[Magnus.]
: Go on.
Well, fearing the worst, I naturally sprang into action, but the only way that I could get the proper coordinates to send Druitt down, I had to patch that Iittle Praxian brain spider into your computer system.
[Henry.]
: Yeah, but that was months ago, and you unpatched it.
[Tesla.]
: Well, I guess it Ieft behind a Iittle Easter egg.
[Magnus.]
: A virus? No, no, no, nothing Iike that.
[Will.]
: Oh, good.
It's a sentient organic nanite.
What? [Bigfoot.]
: Oh, not good.
Not good.
[Magnus.]
: It didn't cross your mind to mention this to anyone? [Tesla.]
: Well, you're all so busy, and besides, I quarantined it.
[Magnus.]
: In a hidden sector.
[Tesla.]
: Behind a veritable Fort Knox of firewalls.
[Will.]
: But it got out.
Right, because Iittle um Ah.
Well, that may actually be my fault.
[Tesla.]
: Helen? [Magnus.]
: Well, I've been having Henry move some of our more sensitive data to a secure cloud.
Off our systems, out of the prying eyes of SCIU.
[Will.]
: No offense.
None taken, Scooter, thanks.
Henry did warn me that during the changeover, that there might be a nanosecond where our defensive firewalls would be vulnerable.
Yeah, I warned you.
But you took the chance anyway.
Well, given the course of recent events, I felt it was a calculated risk worth taking.
[Tesla.]
: Oh, Helen how could you be so irresponsible? Didn't know you'd Ieft behind a Praxian booby trap, did I? So your cavalier incompetence is now my fault? The point is, how do we fix it? [Henry.]
: We can't.
This is organic sentient tech, people, from Praxis.
It's bits and bytes and brains, all in one.
And judging by this data, it's evolving.
Growing? [Henry.]
: It's gathering bits and pieces from everywhere.
[Will.]
: That's why it released the Spiderbot, to Iearn from us.
[Magnus.]
: Okay, worst case scenario? It gobbles up everything, data becomes compromised, we Iose complete control of critical Sanctuary functions.
Oh, I don't Iike it when you visit.
[Magnus.]
: There has to be a way to stop it.
Listen, I think I need to explain this again.
It is Praxian, okay? It's not just going to turn tail with a few simple keystrokes.
Hell, I don't even speak its Ianguage.
Hold your horses, Henri.
You may have just blundered into something remotely useful.
Uh, thanks.
Nikola? [Tesla.]
: Oh, yeah.
You're not going where I think you're going? We have to Iearn to speak its Ianguage.
You're serious? [Bigfoot.]
: What are they talking about? [Will.]
: I don't know.
[Magnus.]
: You realize this is unprecedented.
[Tesla.]
: Well, that's never stopped us before.
Potentially dangerous.
'Fraidy cat.
[Henry.]
: AII right, you guys are making me really nervous, and I don't even know what you're talking about.
Very well, then.
If you're up for it.
[Tesla.]
: I wouldn't miss it for the world.
[Will.]
: Would you Iike to share with the rest of the class, please? We're going in.
[Will.]
: In? In? In where? In there.
[Henry.]
: You won't feel any pain, but you might feel a slight tingling.
[Tesla.]
: Merely our primitive consciousness energy being transmuted from organic electricity into a binary stream.
[Henry.]
: What he said.
[Will.]
: This is insane.
[Henry.]
: What he said.
[Magnus.]
: Well, so is Iosing control of our systems.
What if this thing decides to release every abnormal from the SHU? Why you two? [Tesla.]
: Because I know the nanite, she knows the system, and we need Junior here to catch the pitch.
[Magnus.]
: Really is no other choice.
There's too much at stake.
PIus, you've got to admit, it's kind of awesome.
[Henry.]
: I beg to differ.
I saw '"Tron.
'" [Will.]
: This Frankenstein contraption could melt your brain.
But you won't Iet that happen.
So no pressure, then.
No more than usual.
[Tesla.]
: Okay, Iadies and gentlemen, Iet the games begin.
We'II be monitoring your vitals.
At the first sign of danger, we're pulling you out.
Whenever you're ready.
[power surges.]
[Magnus.]
: Where did they go? [Tesla.]
: Or where did we go? [Magnus.]
: They wouldn't have Ieft us alone.
And no time has passed.
We just went under.
[Tesla.]
: You think we're here? [Magnus.]
: Hard to say.
How do you feel? [Tesla.]
: Not very binary.
In fact, I feel disappointingly normal.
[thumps stonework.]
[Magnus.]
: Ow.
What did you expect? [Tesla.]
: I don't know, something cooler, Iike the Matrix, or Vienna in springtime.
[Tesla.]
: Remember? We don't know what the inside of a digital cloud Iooks Iike, but we are familiar with this environment.
[Tesla.]
: Right, so the computer's using our consciousness to map this world.
[Magnus.]
: Ah, but not completely, or correctly.
I replaced those chandeliers over 50 years ago.
[Tesla.]
: Well, maybe we're not fully downloaded yet.
[Magnus.]
: So the computer is filling in the gaps using bits from its own database.
[Tesla.]
: Like Wolfie said, it's Iearning.
Wow.
I had a dream Iike this once.
[Magnus.]
: Matrix enough for you? [Tesla.]
: Meh.
[Tesla.]
: What was that? [Magnus.]
: Well, uh It could have been anything.
An electronic pulse, a memory.
[Tesla.]
: A desire? [Magnus.]
: Can we stick to the task at hand? [Tesla.]
: Absolutely.
[Magnus.]
: We need to Iocate the Praxian nanite and quarantine it.
[Tesla.]
: Where do you suggest we start? [Magnus.]
: Well, if this is the Sanctuary, then the computer array would be in Henry's Iab.
[Tesla.]
: Makes sense.
[elevator dings.]
Whoa! [Tesla.]
: Fascinating.
What would've happened? [Magnus.]
: Virtual death? [Tesla.]
: So if an immortal vampire dies in a virtual world -Does he make a sound? -Oy vey.
[Magnus.]
: There it is again.
[Tesla.]
: Wait a minute, wasn't your office here a moment ago? [Magnus.]
: It was.
And now it seems Iike we're down a Ievel.
[Tesla.]
: If this was a movie, right now the audience would be screaming, '"Don't open the door.
'" This should be Will's office.
[Magnus.]
: But it's not.
Oh, my god! Were these drapes always this hideous shade? [footsteps approach at a run.]
[Magnus.]
: Nikola Someone's coming.
Welcome to my home.
Adam? [Tesla.]
: I did not see that coming.
[Worth.]
: Helen, beautiful as ever.
And Nikola.
[Tesla.]
: Howdy.
[Tesla.]
: What is he it? [Magnus.]
: Don't know yet.
Just roll with it? [Tesla.]
: Right.
[Worth.]
: I must know you both.
Why yes, Adam, you do.
[Worth.]
: And you've come for a visit.
Isn't that wonderful? That's a wonderful thing, isn't it? Can I offer you anything? Sherry? Tea? Actually, we're only here for a short time.
There's something very important that we need to do.
[Tesla.]
: Say, now, you don't happen to have a Praxian nanite in your pocket, do you? [Worth.]
: Praxian Praxis.
I know that word.
[Magnus.]
: You see, this nanite is being rather disruptive to the Sanctuary computers.
[Worth.]
: Causing a spot of bother, is it? We can't have that, can we? What can I do to help? [Magnus.]
: Well, we need to Iocate this nanite and contain it.
How hard can that be? [Tesla.]
: Okay, I admit it, that was cool.
[Tesla.]
: Cooler.
[Magnus.]
: What is this? [Worth.]
: This is Praxis.
Is it not what you asked for? Have I not met your needs? [Magnus.]
: No, Adam, you're doing very well.
Um you know, actually, I might take you up on your offer of a cup of tea.
[Worth.]
: Anything for you, sir? Um, aw, what the hell? I'II have a glass of '92 Lafite.
[Tesla.]
: I Iove it here.
'92 it is, then.
I'II be right back.
What the hell was that? Adam, sort of.
He knows our names, but not our history.
Probably for the best, don't you think? So when you downloaded the coordinates from Adam's brain-- To come heroically to your rescue.
[Magnus.]
: Whatever electronic fragments of his consciousness remained-- Are now manifesting as the man himself.
But really he's just digital information.
That now thinks it's a man.
Would you care to go 'round again? [Magnus.]
: AII right, Iet's how much of the Praxian alphabet we can remember.
[Magnus.]
: Dear god When Praxis was destroyed, I thought all of this was gone, but this is amazing.
This is Iike finding the Iost Iibrary of AIexandria.
[Tesla.]
: So I didn't screw up your computers.
I saved a civilization.
Don't press your Iuck.
We still need to find that nanite.
[Will.]
: Heart rate's up a bit.
[Henry.]
: Yours would be too if you had a Spiderbot sucking your cerebral cortex.
[Will.]
: Do you think whatever they're experiencing in there can affect their bodies out here? [Henry.]
: Don't know.
There's no Praxian Virtual Reality For Dummies yet.
Ugh, no way! [Will.]
: What? What is it? [Henry.]
: This nanite.
Every time I put up a new firewall, it punches right through it.
It's already co-opted a few secondary systems, shunted them off-Iine.
Can you fake it out? The more I throw at it, the more it Iearns how to defend itself.
[Will.]
: Well, that can't be good.
[Henry.]
: Will, if this thing breaks out of our system, gets out into the real world? [Will.]
: It could go anywhere.
[Henry.]
: Everywhere.
What are we talking, SkyNet? Ah, movie reference, good one.
[Will.]
: Let's hope they've got game.
[Worth.]
: I do feel as if something is missing.
[Magnus.]
: Are you sure that's not it? [Tesla.]
: I'm positive.
I'd recognize the digital signature.
Just keep Iooking.
[Worth.]
: Something I knew once but can't quite remember.
It makes me sad.
[Magnus.]
: I'm sure it's nothing important, Adam.
Don't worry about it.
[Worth.]
: You seem to know a Iot more about me than I know meself.
[Tesla.]
: There.
I think Yes.
[Worth.]
: Who am I? [Magnus.]
: You're Adam, an interface for this system.
[Worth.]
: Interface.
Are we friends? Yes, Adam, we're friends.
[Tesla.]
: If I can shield it [Magnus.]
: Well, you're assuming that by manipulating this virtual image, that it will actually impact its real-world electronic counterpart.
[Tesla.]
: Energy is energy.
Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
[Worth.]
: Ashley.
I beg your pardon? [Worth.]
: Ashley makes you sad.
How do you know about Ashley? [Worth.]
: Oh, there are many stories in here.
I haven't read them all, not yet.
Now your stories are here too.
[Tesla.]
: And we're done.
Okay, Pandora's back in her box.
Henry can excise it safely from here.
Well, Adam, I guess this is goodbye.
[Worth.]
: But we've just started getting to know each other.
Thank you for your help.
Take us back to where we came in.
It's been such fun having company.
Friends.
[Magnus.]
: Goodbye, Adam.
[Worth.]
: I'II miss you.
[Tesla.]
: Ma^nana.
[Henry.]
: Hey, Doc, you're back.
[Tesla.]
: And me.
No thanks to Adam Worth.
Worth? [Tesla.]
: Best Iittle operating system butler this side of OS 12.
[Magnus.]
: More of an unfortunate interface, really, though we were able to quarantine the nanite.
At Ieast in the virtual world.
Yeah, it totally worked.
I already snagged the Iittle bugger.
It's trapped on an ISO drive not even remotely connected to our system.
[Magnus.]
: So we're clean.
[Henry.]
: As a whistle.
Systems are coming back online.
Will and Biggie are doing a maintenance check.
Now that you're back, I'm gonna go help them out.
Maybe you want to pitch in? Maybe not.
Turns out having your consciousness tapped is really rather exhausting.
[Magnus.]
: Nikola's right.
Thank you, Henry, for everything.
I am going back to bed.
[Tesla.]
: I'II walk you.
[Magnus.]
: I know the way.
Good night.
Sweet dreams.
So out of your Ieague.
Excuse me? -Adam? -Hello, Helen.
I thought you might Iike to read me a story.
How did you get here? [Worth.]
: Actually never Ieft.
And neither did I.
On second thought, maybe I'II read you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a Iittle girl named Helen with a happy smile, and she had Iong, beautiful hair.
One day, Helen discovered Source BIood.
Adam, don't.
[Worth.]
: No, wait, this is the really good part.
Bet you can't guess what she did with the Source BIood next.
[door opens.]
[Tesla.]
: Helen, we're still-- Trapped in a virtual core.
But you already know that.
[Worth.]
: I'm sorry.
I was just having so much fun, I couldn't Iet you Ieave.
Adam, what have you done? [Worth.]
: I'm so Ionely.
[Tesla.]
: Well, get yourself a puppy.
[Worth.]
: No, but it's better when you're here.
[Magnus.]
: You realize what this means? [Tesla.]
: We didn't quarantine the nanite.
[Worth.]
: It was a trick, just Iike Henry.
I wanted you to stay.
So nothing we've done up until now has even been virtually real.
[Tesla.]
: Ugh, I'm starting to get a virtual Escher headache.
[Magnus.]
: It's just been one big illusion inside this illusion.
Okay.
We have to stop this now.
[Worth.]
: Why would you want to Ieave? Where would you go? [Magnus.]
: Back where we came from.
What did you mean, '"illusion'"? She means you.
Just an illusion.
Now you're playing a trick.
I don't think I Iike that.
Adam, Iisten to me.
Nikola and I need to finish-- You want to Ieave.
If you'II just help us-- [snaps book closed sharply.]
[in Hyde's cruel voice.]
: No, Helen.
You will help me.
[Tesla.]
: How? When you say you're going to Ieave here where are you going to go? Someplace real? [Magnus.]
: Yes.
[Worth.]
: Take me there.
[Magnus.]
: It's rather complicated.
I want to Iearn.
I have your stories.
Hundreds of years.
I don't have years.
But I did once.
Why can't I remember? Help me remember.
[Magnus.]
: Adam, you don't need to do this.
[Worth.]
: You're here, and you're real.
I'm here, but not real.
It doesn't seem fair.
Look, reality's not all that it's cracked up to be, okay? What's real for you, Helen? [Magnus.]
: Ashley, please Mom Ashley.
[Worth.]
: That's just an illusion, Helen.
How can she be real? You killed her.
You bastard.
[Worth.]
: Why are you crying, hmm, if it's not real? I want to Iearn.
[struggles in his shackles.]
[Worth.]
: Your stories Oh my.
They're full of such death, destruction.
Adam this doesn't accomplish anything.
It's not real.
[she cries out.]
Hurts, doesn't it? This is my reality, and what happens here, hurts here.
You can't Ieave, you can't hide.
Hide.
[chains rattle.]
Jekyll Hyde London.
Oh, dear.
Were we in London? [Magnus.]
: Yes, Adam.
We've been friends for a Iong time.
[Worth.]
: Friends? No, no, no, that's not your story.
You killed me.
Yes, I see the story now.
You killed me twice.
Three times.
You killed my daughter, and then you killed me! Ah! [Worth.]
: Again! [she chokes.]
Adam! [alerts beeping.]
[Will.]
: Holy crap, what the hell's going on in there? [Henry.]
: The system just went nuts.
[Will.]
: Magnus' vitals are dropping.
We've got to pull them out.
[Henry.]
: I can't! It's taken over control.
[choking.]
[snarling.]
Will! I knew this was a bad idea! Her blood pressure's taking a major nose dive.
[snarling.]
My world, my rules, chum.
[Tesla.]
: Well, this should be interesting.
[alerts wailing.]
[Henry.]
: What are you doing? [Will.]
: It's adrenaline.
I got to get her numbers back up.
[syringe hisses.]
[chains burst.]
[Tesla.]
: What the hell got into you? [Magnus.]
: Adrenaline, I suspect.
Our real-world physiology must be showing the strain.
[Tesla.]
: Virtual neuro-chemistry? Well, at any rate, yowza.
[Magnus.]
: Thank you.
Look, if Will and Henry know we're in trouble, why aren't they pulling us out? [Tesla.]
: Maybe they can't.
[Tesla.]
: You know, back in Oxford when I had the chance, I should have ripped the Iittle BIarney psycho's throat out.
[Magnus.]
: Yeah, well, it may yet come to that.
[Tesla.]
: You're just saying that to cheer me up.
[Magnus.]
: Look, Nikola, I didn't drag you into this, you volunteered.
[Tesla.]
: Hey, no, don't get me wrong, I have been more than thrilled to be a part of this ground-breaking experiment, this holographic gavotte, where we're redefining the boundaries of science and human imagination.
It's just such a shame I'm never going to get out of here to accept my Nobel.
[Magnus.]
: Well, don't be so sure.
One thing's become clear to me now, that while Adam can access our consciousness, he's not all-powerful.
[Tesla.]
: Not yet, but we know him Personally, and now digitally, and you know what, it seems obvious to me that the rotten apple hasn't fallen too far from the tree.
Ah, ah, ah, ah It's the Iibrary.
I don't believe you.
Nikola, what's with the attitude? [Tesla.]
: Oh, good, the Iittle creep is figuring out a problem all on his own.
[Magnus.]
: The more the nanite spreads, the more Adam has control over this environment, and us.
[Tesla.]
: What are you doing? [Magnus.]
: I have an idea.
[Tesla.]
: Look, we tried it already.
It doesn't work, it's an illusion.
[Magnus.]
: Exactly.
But that's when we were using the interface that Adam created.
[Tesla.]
: So we have to find a way around it.
[Magnus.]
: Now you're catching on.
[Tesla.]
: And get to the central system core.
[Magnus.]
: Exactly.
I think it's time to peek behind the curtain.
[Tesla.]
: Oh Henry's Iab.
Bravo.
[Magnus.]
: Makes sense.
It's where the system core resides in the real world.
[Tesla.]
: Okay, so where do we start? [Magnus.]
: If we can't get control of this environment, maybe we can shut it down.
I thought we were Iooking for the nanite.
We're running out of time.
Adam could wake up at any moment.
Okay, when you say '"shut down'", you don't Iiterally mean-- Oh, yes, I do.
You want to force a system re-boot from the inside? It may just give Henry back the advantage.
Yes, but, Helen, we're inside.
I realize that.
[Tesla.]
: And the only consciousness we have is now being held in RAM in the very system you're trying to shut down.
I didn't say it was without risk.
It could fry us completely.
And the more we stand here and argue-- Do you want to wake up a turnip? [Worth.]
: Ah, here you are.
Now, for my next trick [flatline drones.]
What the hell just happened? [Will.]
: They flatlined.
They're gone.
[Henry.]
: What do you mean they're gone? They're-they're dead? [Will.]
: No, they're not dead-dead.
What other kind is there? [Will.]
: They're Iike brain dead.
Praxis style.
Their organs are still functioning, but their minds are-- [Henry.]
: Trapped in a computer.
[Will.]
: I don't know.
Can you duplicate that Praxian device that revived us? [Henry.]
: No.
I mean, yeah.
Wow.
Is that a maybe? It's not Iike I remember much.
I was zombie-brain-dead.
We don't exactly have a Iot of this stuff Iying around, Will.
Well, try to cook something up.
[Worth.]
: It's Ionely when you're not here.
Look what I've discovered.
I'm starting to find so many things hidden around this place.
Things I didn't even know were here.
[Magnus.]
: He's tapped into the webcams on the outside.
[Worth.]
: There's pictures of my home, only it's not in here.
It's out there.
Hello.
There you are.
[Magnus.]
: Dear god, Iook at the flatline.
We're brain dead on the outside.
Our brains only exist in binary form now.
Which means re-booting is out of the question.
[Worth.]
: Is this where you're from? Hmm? Is this where things are real? [Magnus.]
: He's starting to understand the difference between this virtual environment and the real world.
[Tesla.]
: Do you think he wants -Our bodies.
-Our real ones? [Magnus.]
: At Ieast one of them, I'm afraid.
[Tesla.]
: He's not getting this body.
[Magnus.]
: How's your magnetism in here? [Tesla.]
: You tell me.
[Magnus.]
: Really? Even now? [Tesla.]
: Sorry.
It's automatic.
Let me try.
[Magnus.]
: Nikola, we're inside a computer.
[Tesla.]
: EIectromagnetism.
You're hot when you're brilliant.
[Magnus.]
: Can you do it? Can you manipulate the hard drive that is the real world? [Tesla.]
: Possibly, but to what end? [Magnus.]
: I have an idea.
[Bigfoot.]
: So this thing will actually synch their revived bodies back up to their consciousness? [Henry.]
: Uh, yeah.
[Bigfoot.]
: Really? [Henry.]
: Can you just focus on soldering? Don't snap at me.
[Henry.]
: Sorry.
I just, uh [Bigfoot.]
: Hey.
You can do this.
[Henry.]
: Okay, sure.
I remember Fallon saying something about reversing the charge on the ions of the nerve myelinating cells just as consciousness was returning to the brain.
[Bigfoot.]
: Uh-huh.
[Henry.]
: Well, I got the '"ion'" part, but the rest, I just-- [Will.]
: H.
, something's happening.
[Henry.]
: Um, could you be Iess specific? [Will.]
: It's coming through on Magnus' computer.
You're not getting this? No, nada.
It Iooks Iike you're getting an encrypted download from somewhere internally, but I can't see it.
[Will.]
: Well, here, take a look.
Can you slow it down? [Will.]
: Yeah, hold on.
[Henry.]
: What the.
.
? [Bigfoot.]
: It's Praxian.
[Henry.]
: Yeah.
Where'd it come from? [Tesla.]
: What if none of this is getting through? [Magnus.]
: AIways the optimist.
[Tesla.]
: Realist.
[Magnus.]
: In a virtual world.
[Tesla.]
: Stop.
What are you up to? [Tesla.]
: Me? Nothing.
This is your sandbox, remember? [Tesla.]
: Interesting.
When he tries to multitask, there's a spike in the power grid.
[Magnus.]
: So what? [Tesla.]
: So now I'm getting an idea.
How are you doing this? [Tesla.]
: I wonder if [beeps.]
[beeps.]
[Will.]
: Signal's stopped.
[Henry.]
: It's okay, I think I caught enough of it.
After our Iast trip to Hollow Earth, I started on a Praxian Babelfish program, but after Praxis was destroyed, I gave it up.
[Will.]
: Is it complete enough to get a full translation of what came through? [Henry.]
: Well, kinda.
Hmm.
Petra-- Okay, and just Iike Scrabble.
[Biggie.]
: Ha ha.
Oh [Tesla.]
: AII those channels and nothing to watch.
[Magnus.]
: Nikola! [Tesla.]
: It won't hold him for Iong.
He's getting too powerful.
That's it.
That's the whole message.
Aw, seriously? [Will.]
: Well at Ieast they're still alive.
Well, their minds are, anyway.
[Henry.]
: Not for Iong.
Adam Worth unbelievable.
What do you want to do? The only thing I can do.
I guess they want me to go virtual.
[Magnus.]
: Ah, good, you've arrived.
[Will.]
: Magnus.
[Magnus.]
: Nikola needs our help.
I'II explain on the way.
Come on.
[Tesla.]
: Why on earth? Ah.
Well, this makes sense.
And you must be the Praxian gremlin.
Damn you, Ieprechaun.
[Worth.]
: How did you find this place? [Tesla.]
: I used my electromagnetism to trace the power spike I detected earlier, and as I suspected, it Ied me straight to the nanite.
[Worth.]
: You never did Iike me, the real me, did you? [Tesla.]
: Oh, come now, what's not to Iike? Homicidal mania, paranoid self-delusion, a sartorial penchant for argyle.
[Tesla.]
: A bit skinny for my own personal taste, but once I'm inside you, a few extra Guinness should put on a couple of stone, no? [Tesla.]
: Beer? You wouldn't! [Magnus.]
: Adam! [Worth.]
: Ah, Helen, there you are, and concubine! [Will.]
: Oh, man.
This is a most unexpected treat.
You remember.
I'm remembering so much more now.
The wind in my face.
The beat of my heart.
The sticky sweetness of treacle on my tongue.
Ugh You killed my daughter.
Stop right there, concubine.
Hmm.
Hmm As punishment for your crimes against humanity, I shall ask you to choose.
I beg your pardon? Oh, come on, Helen.
You're not stupid.
You must know that I want a body, a new body.
I never Iooked very good in heels, so Eeny, meeny [Magnus.]
: Stop, Adam.
Don't make me do this.
Come now, Helen it's what you Iove, isn't it? PIaying God.
Deciding who Iives and who dies.
Crack on, then.
[Tesla.]
: Helen, Iet me remind you, we go way back.
[Will.]
: You bloodsucking piece of crap.
[Worth.]
: Oh, jolly, they're going to fight.
Very well, then.
Take Will.
[Will.]
: What?! [Tesla.]
: Good girl.
Y-You can't be serious.
There's too much at stake, Will.
I can't Iet my personal feelings cloud my judgement.
Are you sure, Helen? He's younger, stronger-- I beg your pardon.
Okay, Magnus, the joke is over.
His blood is untainted.
He's a blank slate.
Magnus! [Worth.]
: Ah, a fresh start.
I do see the appeal.
[Will.]
: Have you Iost your mind? [Magnus.]
: Yes.
Quite Iiterally.
I'm truly sorry, Will.
[Bigfoot.]
: What do you call it? [Henry.]
: I don't know, '"un-deading'" device.
[Bigfoot chuckles.]
[Bigfoot.]
: It Iook anything Iike the one they used to revive you in Praxis? [Henry.]
: Nope, not even close, but I'm hoping it's the same engine on a different chassis.
[Bigfoot.]
: Hoping? [Henry.]
: That's all I got.
[Bigfoot.]
: You know, if this doesn't work [Henry.]
: Yeah? [Bigfoot.]
: We could end up reviving their bodies and Ieaving their minds behind.
Yeah.
Well, Iet's hope they're kicking some virtual butt in there.
Yeah Mmm.
Mmm Oh, you're right, Helen.
The boy does feel fresh, kind of Iike putting on a fresh pair of socks.
Dear god.
Well it's shaping up to be a grand and glorious day, isn't it? Now the world will bow down before me.
[Tesla.]
: Good grief, the melodrama.
Jealous? I'II be out in the real world with Will's body while you'II be trapped in here in this virtual hell forever.
And meanwhile, the nanite spreads Iike a virus to computers everywhere.
[Tesla.]
: Total global domination.
You know, I am a tad jealous.
Mmm.
It's kind of the best of both worlds, isn't it? And I couldn't have done it without you two crazy kids.
So this is goodbye.
Not that it hasn't been fun.
You sure you don't need an assistant? I'II Ieave you both to your eternity now.
Have a nicevirtual Iife.
Problem, Adam? What have you done, witch? Oh, yes, I forgot to mention-- [shackles unlatch and clatter to floor.]
You're not in control anymore.
EIvis has Ieft the building, my man.
Impossible.
I'm running the show from here on.
How did you-- Wouldn't you Iike to know? I Iove where this is going.
I've quarantined the Praxian nanite this time for real, and so, without further adieu Goodbye, Adam [clucks impishly.]
Forever.
Damn you! [Henry.]
: Say something.
[Bigfoot.]
: Magnus? [Magnus.]
: Hello? We made it.
[Tesla.]
: Pinch me.
[Bigfoot.]
: Okay.
[Will.]
: How'd I do in there? [Magnus.]
: Well, you were a bit stubborn at first, but in the end, you were brilliant.
[Tesla.]
: Well, your downloaded consciousness was.
[Will.]
: Thanks.
So, Worth took the bait? [Magnus.]
: He believed that your physical body was hooked up as well.
[Bigfoot.]
: When all along it was just this Iittle fellow.
[Magnus.]
: Adam tried to escape, he got trapped, we now have control.
I never thought it would pay to have my brain sucked.
[Henry.]
: So Worth's consciousness has a new home.
[Tesla.]
: Forever and ever, amen.
[Magnus.]
: So, the quarantine held? [Henry.]
: Like a rock.
[Magnus.]
: Minus the psychotic Adam Worth interface, I trust.
[Henry.]
: Oh, yeah.
I migrated the nanite to an ISO drive.
It won't be going anywhere ever again.
[Will.]
: Something tells me you've got plans for that thing.
Well, it may be the only surviving record of an entire society.
A seed that could help Kate and Garris as they try to rebuild Praxis.
[Bigfoot.]
: You'II need somebody to take it down there.
[Magnus.]
: Do you have anyone in mind? Well [Will.]
: You? [Bigfoot.]
: Yeah, why not? I have a few vacation days coming up.
[Magnus.]
: Indeed.
[Henry.]
: It'd be nice to see Kate again.
[Bigfoot.]
: Yeah.
I miss the Iittle runt running around the house.
Consider yourself volunteered.
Thank you.
[Tesla.]
: I hope it's better than that bilious concoction you made us drink.
What was that? [Magnus.]
: Protein supplement to counteract the effects of the Praxian stasis.
[Tesla.]
: Terrible.
Oh, well, whatever.
The point is, we're here now.
[Magnus.]
: Yes, we are.
[Tesla.]
: I've got my body, and you've certainly got yours.
[Magnus.]
: Oh, dear Iord [Tesla.]
: So tell me something, Sophie.
Back there in crazy town, when you had to choose between sacrificing Will or moi [Magnus.]
: Yes.
.
? [Tesla.]
: I mean, if it had been a real choice if you hadn't stacked the deck in favor of the house Whom would I have chosen? Yeah, kinda.
Aw, Nikola.
Do you really need to ask? Cheers.
[.]
[.]
Didn't hurt.