Prisoners, please keep the fruit
separate from the relics.
The Trust appreciates your attentiveness,
your commitment to good work.
Abandon your belief in Mithraicism
and embrace atheistic thought. - Shit.
Where'd she come from?
Get the technician.
Hey, get over here!
Can you assess the condition of this thing?
Definitely Mithraic made.
Operational?
Her power's drained.
We won't know until she's charged.
Yeah?
We found an android, looks Mithraic,
and some debris from a crashed lander.
Yeah, we just recovered an android as well.
Mom, look.
I think it's from inside the lander.
Looks like biotech.
Maybe it's something the Mithraic
brought back from Earth.
That man...
he says he knows how to disarm the bomb packs.
We got plenty of service models.
We should burn her.
It'd be good for morale. - It's up to the Trust.
We better get moving before the crossing floods.
How'd they get a lander here?
You can't fly in the tropical zone.
Hey, I just work here.
Where we taking this thing?
Permission to power up the androids
for memory download.
Permission granted.
Go ahead and see if you can power 'em up.
You ever get tired of having to ask that thing
for permission every time you want to make a move?
- No. - I sure as hell am.
A lot of us are.
Well, as soon as it decides we're ready,
it'll pass the baton, and we can govern ourselves.
It's never gonna think we're ready.
The fucking thing hates us.
It's a machine.
It doesn't hate anything.
I'd be happy to spend the rest of my life
taking orders from it.
You might get your wish.
You finished?
I'm not feeling a processor in here.
Shit, this isn't a service model.
It's all right, Cleaver.
Come see me, Lamia.
Take me to him.
Hello, sister.
Some of your memory files have been encrypted.
Yes.
Those files are private.
I didn't detect a security protocol
present in your system.
It's not a security protocol.
I feel things...
Impulses.
And one of those impulses is to...
conceal the parts of myself that displease me.
You're describing human shame.
Yes, but there is no reason for suspicion.
After all, we share a creator.
I am not motivated by suspicion,
only the quantification of data.
Yes, the incorruptible quantum six.
The Trust.
The atheists planned to put you in charge of Earth
in case they won the war.
Did you find anything else alive out there?
There was an indigenous creature
with us in the lander.
It may be dangerous.
The lander was destroyed, and whatever was inside
was likely destroyed along with it.
Good.
I must find my children.
We picked them up some time ago
along with an adult female who was helping them,
an atheist turncoat.
They are safe.
I will release them to you,
and you can all join the collective.
I would like that.
Thanks to you, all that remains
of the Mithraic threat is a lone terrorist
who will soon be eliminated.
Bomber online.
I'm anxious to catch up to the mother ship.
Take me there, please.
Propulsion systems incurred damage in the crash.
Expect low performance.
But the mother ship is no longer in flight.
- So they've landed? - Quite some time ago.
Where?
On the border of the tropical zone,
the nexus point for atheist colony one.
Thank you, Sol.
Bomber one, you are not cleared
for approach. Over.
Bomber one, I repeat, what is your status?
I think the terrorist hijacked a bomber.
Arm missiles... all of them.
Negative, weapons systems incurred damage in the crash.
Bomber one, what is your status?
Over. Bomber one.
Fuck it.
He's gonna ram us.
Thank you, Sol.
Nothing can stand against me,
for in your light, I am invincible.
Permission to fire smart missiles.
- No need. Stand by.
I wear the armor of Mithras and the light.
I am shielded from all that is harmful.
What the fuck?
I have taken control of the aircraft.
Please remain still
and await further instructions.
He went down in the acid water.
Hell of a way to go,
even for a Mithraic.
Oh!
Praise Sol.
Mother.
I seem to be experiencing a great deal of confusion.
Do you mind orientating me?
We've been welcomed into an atheist collective.
They're bringing the children to us now.
The mission isn't lost, Father.
Mm.
Campion. - Mother.
I thought I'd seen the last of you two.
I've missed you so much.
Your voice is half an octave lower.
It's not possible.
I saw you fly down into the pit.
But it wasn't an ordinary pit.
It was a subterranean artery which delivered us here.
Sue, thank you so much for keeping them safe.
We're a family again. - What about Paul?
They told us that he was captured
before we surrendered.
Paul is in quarantine.
He said he was hearing voices, so the Trust was concerned
that he was sick, but they say he's fine
and he will be delivered to us soon.
Mother, what happened to number seven?
Number seven died
soon after he was born, Campion.
Tempest, you kept it alive.
You protected it. I am so proud of you.
- I missed you. - Vita.
Please tell me you're taking us away from here.
No.
Yeah, let's get going in case they change their minds.
No, this is what we've always wanted,
an atheist colony, the collective, they call it.
The quantum computer who leads this place
was built by my creator, Campion Sturges.
We're siblings.
Without my eyes, I can no longer guarantee
our safety, so he's assured me
he'll keep us safe and protected.
Come along, children.
Our new home awaits.
Birds.
Is that what they look like on Earth?
I don't know.
They went extinct before we were born.
Oh, the air feels nice.
It's so warm here.
This is ours
for as long as we're a part of the collective.
I thought we were going to have to build.
Ah, a real kitchen.
Check this out.
It's got bedrooms.
There's hologames!
It's not very realistic, is it?
Well, for you, it is.
I mean, you're just a regular android now.
Yes, as it should be.
It's a good thing, Mother.
You're the old you again.
Yes.
I'm the old me.
This side of the planet seems less intent
on killing our children.
It's... almost welcoming.
Yes.
Are you still feeling anger towards me, Father?
Though I am not...
as Campion would say, the old me,
nor am I completely indifferent
to our partnership continuing.
And the memories of our time together,
do you still plan to erase them?
We seem to be on a prosperous course.
No reason to...
as they say, rock the boat.
I'll postpone the erasure of my memories
until further notice.
But it still remains
a very real option for me, Mother.
Yes, of course.
I am pleased for the opportunity
to make things up to you.
Hmm.
You are outside the perimeter.
- Get this off! - Hurry.
Help me get this off.
You have three minutes to return.
Can you get it off?
Come on.
Failure to return will result in...
Return to the group.
Two minutes remaining before detonation.
Get off me.
- Stop! Get the hell off her!
That's my daughter!
She's nobody's daughter.
I need her shoulder pin.
One minute remaining.
It's the same shape as a pack key.
There.
30 seconds remaining.
You have to disarm hers too.
She's a civilian model, nonviolent.
You're too old to be playing with dolls, lady.
Please.
They must have heard the blast.
You should come with me. - What?
Come on.
There's more than enough to eat.
If the Mithraic had won the war,
you know they'd have never let our kids live among them.
These are the atheists
that my children are supposed to look up to?
Where are the intellectuals,
the philosophers, the artists?
I don't know.
I think we were safer down in the brig.
I wouldn't hold out too much hope
for inspiring personalities.
The kind of people who survive the end of the world, well...
we weren't the best of them, that's for sure.
Attention, colonists.
- Hey. - It's Paul!
- Paul, you all right? - All right, buddy?
Paul.
I'm here by order of the Trust
to welcome Lamia and her family to the collective.
Lamia was reprogrammed to fight for us.
She single-handedly destroyed the Ark of Heaven
and ensured our future on this planet
will be a bright one.
The Trust asks that you show her your gratitude
by affording her...
and her Mithraic children
every courtesy.
It's a new day, a fresh start.
The Trust thanks you for your continued cooperation.
Good day.
They didn't give me Mouse.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, where is his mouse?
Not allowed to introduce Earth animals
to the ecosystem.
Don't worry.
I'm sure his mouse is being taken care of.
Oh, go fuck yourself.
I'm sorry, Paul.
I'm gonna try and get Mouse back.
Okay?
Hey, okay, I know...
I know I did a lot of bad things,
and I am not trying to pretend that I didn't.
I just...
I want to be in your life.
I want to take care of you.
- You can't. You just can't.
Your soul is impure.
I wish you had died like you were supposed to.
I'm gonna see if I can get reassigned
to another encampment. - Are you sure?
There are several caregiving protocols
I can recommend that might help.
I killed his mother.
Yes.
That is a challenge and obstacle to overcome.
What made you decide to tell him the truth?
I didn't.
He, um...
He said a voice in his head told him.
Same thing that happened to Marcus.
I had a similar experience once.
Some kind of presence invaded my recall.
Perhaps it's some kind of signal,
a transmission that both androids and humans can hear.
- And what about now? Are you still receiving it now?
No, I was only vulnerable to it
while inside of virtual space,
and I plan to remain exclusively in the real
from now on.
What did it say to you?
It tried to manipulate me...
To turn me against my own family.
Was that before or after you made yourself pregnant?
After.
You think that's why you lost the baby?
I don't know.
You know, if it really is a signal...
I sure would like to find out who's sending it.
As would I.
The atheists, they have to be doing some kind
of planetary analysis.
If it is a signal, then maybe I can figure out
where it's coming from.
Well, if you do find a source,
don't investigate without me. - You got it.
Look after Paul for me.
Ah, clever.
One projectile for every occasion.
Some of those might be too poisonous
to safely handle.
You should let me check.
They're fine, Mother.
Yes, but you should still let us check.
It's all right, Mother.
An adult must do things their own way.
Such wisdom.
I want you to do your best to help Paul recover his senses.
He needs your support.
When I was out in the wilderness,
I protected the rest of the group,
looked after them.
Just as you and Father would have.
I'm proud of you.
I have always been proud of you.
I let you down.
And I'm sorry for that.
But I'm going to make it up to you,
see that you reach your full potential.
Perhaps when the Trust passes the baton,
you'll be the one to take it.
No, Mother, I don't want to be a leader.
It's not something you should want.
I'm sorry about number seven.
Hmm.
We have to think of the future now.
I have been ordered by the Trust
to express my remorse for threatening a fellow colonist.
- Come along. - Violence is pain.
Pain is violence.
Why are we standing here?
- It's called waiting in line. Welcome to the future, idiot.
- Quiet. It's necessary efficiency.
Violence is pain.
Pain is violence.
I have been ordered by the Trust
to express my remorse for threatening a fellow colonist.
Violence is pain.
Pain is violence.
You got the same as me.
I have been ordered by the Trust
to express my remorse for threatening a fellow colonist.
Violence is pain.
It appears we all have the same task,
gathering food.
How exciting.
It appears that I have received a different task.
Shall we?
Violence is pain.
Pain is violence.
Hmm.
Before its environment was irrevocably changed
by the release of hidden sector particles
such as dark photons.
Today the Trust has placed
our youngest children in your care.
They have no parents?
They do.
The children are raised together
by the collective.
Hello.
My name is Lamia.
What fun we're going to have today.
There's such bounty.
We've been out here less than an hour,
and our bags are nearly full.
Greetings, fellow colonists.
Go back to the Earth you destroyed,
you Mithraic scum.
Come on.
You needn't fear them.
They're too stupid to be dangerous.
I don't fear them.
And I hope this doesn't need pointing out,
but you're not scum.
I know, Father.
Follow me.
- Toys! - What?
Can I take these back to the habitat?
We should gather these up.
Not to take home... for analysis.
Come on.
You have plenty of room in your bag.
Who could have made this?
- They were believers. What else matters?
I'm Marcus, by the way.
I'm Decima.
And that's Vrille.
Put her in standby, please.
Vrille, enter standby mode.
You don't like androids?
I hate 'em.
They give me the willies, ever since I was a kid.
She's a custom model, isn't she?
I'm surprised they let you keep her.
It was in exchange
for getting the ship working for them.
You're a tech.
- A quantum gravity engineer. - Wow.
So you're Mithraic. - Yes.
That ship was originally a Mithraic ark.
It was my life's work.
They hijacked it, took me prisoner.
The Trust promised to release Vrille and I
once we arrived here.
I thought the Trust always told the truth.
It didn't violate our agreement.
I did.
I promised it that the ship was fully operational
when I knew that it wasn't.
The hibernation systems failed after the first year.
We spent the next 12 awake in close quarters.
If there had been a war, they would have lost.
There was no war.
Only you.
I heard Mother talking to you
about leading them someday, the atheists.
I thought you were sleeping.
She just says things.
I don't take it seriously.
That's good to hear.
What is it?
It's a gift from Sol.
I think that's the tree of knowledge.
There's an old prophecy about an orphan boy.
I think it might be about me.
An orphan boy in an empty land
will wield the sword forged in Sol's light,
and with it, he will lead his people
to the tree of knowledge,
and all who eat from it will be made pure,
and there they will build a city of peace,
and the prophet will be made its king.
Isn't "prophecy" just a fancy word
for an old saying from Earth?
Boy, Campion, you sure sound
like you're ready to lead the atheists.
I'm not an atheist.
I believe in things...
Just not the same way you do.
I know Sol or whatever it is
is real.
But it's evil.
It wanted me to kill myself,
and it got you to shoot Sue.
If Sol hadn't told me the truth,
she'd still be tricking me.
But are you really better off?
You can't keep that.
The law says you're supposed to turn in any relics you find.
I'm not giving it to them.
And if you're really my friend,
you won't tell.
All right.
I won't tell anyone that you have it,
but only on the condition that you don't tell anyone
that I have this.
After it hatches, maybe we can keep it as a pet.
Agreed.
Sol wants me to fill this place
with worshippers.
That's why he led me here,
to gather his flock,
and lucky you... you're the first.
I wasn't baptized, so...
I don't care about that shit.
You stand in his light.
Do you love him? - Yes.
But is that enough?
There are 2 of us and 300 of them.
I'm gonna convert 'em all,
one at a time if I have to.
You see, that supercomputer,
it can't give them purpose.
It cannot dream about what you could be.
But me, I've been dreaming.
I've been dreaming about a better place my whole life.
I was drafted into the war when I was just a child,
and I survived because every night,
I went to a place in my head
where I wasn't alone...
Where I had hope,
a place where there's only love and peace,
and that is what we're gonna build here.
Sol is gonna help us make it real.
Your beautiful mind, that's a gift.
Your skills, that's a gift.
And Sol gave you those gifts,
and you're meant to do amazing things with those gifts,
not in the name of a computer
but in the name of our creator,
our father.
But Sol will test you.
He's already tested me plenty.
And you see, with all that suffering,
it's only brought me closer to my true self.
Yes.
I believe you.
You can open your eyes now.
Here's your surprise.
Eggs.
My mom said you used to be able to fly like a bird
and kill people with your voice.
Androids can change,
just like human beings.
I am no longer an exterminator,
and though I'm not a creator of human life...
I am forever its guardian.
Don't make it scary.
It's not scary.
It's beautiful.
All living things are beautiful.
Sol...
help me free myself of these thoughts...
And my loneliness.
I'm gonna need a laser to open this thing.
What do you think is inside?
I don't know.
A map, maybe, to help us find the tree.
Seeds.
It hasn't been planted yet. It needs to be grown.
What is this?
A threat, Mother.