Andromeda (2000–2005): Season 1, Episode 16 - The Sum of Its Parts - full transcript

I don't know, Trance.
I just don't really
think it's me.

Don't you wanna look good?

Well, only in so far as it
aids my official functions.

So your other outfits are,
supposed to be functional?

Well, they're all approved
variations of High Guard
officer's uniforms.

Female officer's uniforms.
Very female.

Well, over seventy percent of
my original crew was human.

And, studies have shown that
humans feel more comfortable
with an Artificial Intelligence

whose persona is female than
any other. Same thing's true
for Vedrans and Than...

So, your appearance is,
strictly for the psychological
benefit of the crew.

My entire existence is
for the benefit of the crew.



Everything that I do,
from assisting Harper
with the right tool

manufacturing munitions
and supplies to monitoring
flight operations.

Even allowing you to use
me as a mannequin.

All of my functions are designed
to aid the smooth operations of
this ship and its inhabitants.

Rommie, I can't believe that
you're actually saying

that the reason you look
like a walking heart attack
is for our benefit.

I'm not sure what you mean.

All Beka's trying to say is that
she thinks you're pretty.

No, no. I think you went a
little overboard on the,
pouty lips.

I didn't design my appearance.
I extrapolated it.

In myth, Andromeda was a
Phoenician princess. Now, since
no one knows what

Phoenicians looked like,

I blended a multitude of human
physiognomies to create this
plausible simulation.

So, what you're saying is that
you randomly chose a bunch of,
human female features.



You mixed them all up and...

this was the first face that
you came up with?

I may have experimented
with a few options.

Define "a few".

One hundred and seventy
thousand, eight hundred
and ninety four.

I knew it.
[ALARM BLARING]

Shipwide alert.

Dylan, I'm detecting
mechanical objects ahead.

[ALARM INTENSIFIES]

Minefield?

ROMMIE:
No. Some kind of debris.

DYLAN: It's under power.
It's aiming at the hull.

And, it's sticking.

DYLAN:
Increase power to the
external AG field.

It's not repelling the objects.
They're migrating along the
ship's surface.

Where to?

Hangar deck four.
They're forcing their way in.

Beka. Tyr. Meet me in
Hangar Deck four.
Code Black.

I'm on my way.

ROMMIE:
Repressurizing Hangar Deck.

Secondary airlock breached.
Debris entering.

[WHOOSHING]

MAN:
Peace?

Hold your fire until my order.

[HUMMING]

[ELECTRONIC BUZZING]

Weirdness alert.

Andromeda, activate security
counter-measures.

Open fire at the first sign
of hostile intent.

ROMMIE:
Counter-measures ready.

Please, do not initiate
hostile action.
I am Bio-sentient Contact Unit

HG-1966HXCN5.

What is it you humans say?
"Take me to your leader."

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

HUNT:
The long night has come.

The system 's Commonwealth,

the greatest civilization
in history has fallen.

But, now one ship, one crew
have vowed to drive
back the night and

and rekindle the
light of civilization.

On the starship Andromeda
hope lives again.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

Will none of you
greet me with the traditional
human hug embrace?

No.

HARPER:
Hey, who's the bolt-head?

He smells like cinnamon!
Stay back.

No one wishes to embrace me?

Ah.
I have neglected part of
the ritual greeting.

I come in peace.

You come in peace,
yet you forced your
way on to my ship.

I was instructed to make contact
with maximum alacrity.

That means he was
supposed to do it fast.

Someone's been listening
to her language programs again.

You were instructed to
make contact by who?

By whom.

I am an emissary from the
Consensus of Parts.

I come in peace.
Take me to your leader.

Yeah, yeah. We got it
the first time.
Consensus of Parts. Anyone?

I always thought
they were a myth.

The Consensus is supposed
to be a big machine culture

that lives in the empty space
between star systems.

Where no ship
dares to tread.

Yeah, you forgot the part about,
preying on the unwary.

No. We never prey.
We seek consensus
and understanding.

We are the union of the machine
the silicon coalescence.

Silicon coalescence?
From the castaway
parts of organic societies,

we form sentients.

Well, that's very admirable.

Even in our distant places,
we have heard the legend
of Andromeda.

We seek contact.

You came looking
for us specifically?

I was created for you.
The Consensus's directing
intelligence units

plotted 743 probably lines
of travel based on your last
known location.

At each possible destination,
a biomechanical contact unit
was assembled to meet you.

I have the fortunate
honor of greeting you,

and inviting you to meet
with a directing intelligence
unit.

Take me to your leader.

This feels like a trap.

That thing down there was
obviously programmed to
make us trust it.

The child-like face,
the innocent persona,
even the smell.

Protective camouflage?

In my experience, devils
very rarely wear horns
and carry pitchforks.

Well, according to the stories,

the Consensus of Parts is made
up of billions of interlinked
machines,

all operating strictly on logic.
And, when it's logical for
them to kill people, they do.

Without hesitation.

So you both think we should
dump this thing and forget
we ever met it.

You don't?

I don't trust this any
more than you do.

But, if someone says they want
to initiate peaceful contact,

we have to at least
give them a chance.

Captain Hunt...

Save your breath.
He's got that look again.

You know, maybe I do,

but, restoring the
Commonwealth is logical, too.

And, if the Consensus agrees
with what we're trying to do,

they would make a powerful
ally. We'll watch him, keep
him under guard.

But, we will talk to him.

You're out of uniform.

No, no, no, thats...
it's, it's fine.
Oh! I'll go change.

Status on our guest?

Well, he hasn't done anything
that would violate our security,

and Harper and Trance appear
quite taken with him.

Trance in particular.

So, what do you think?

Do we let him take
us to his superiors?

I miss the old days.

I'd feel a lot better
about making first contact

with a full task
force at our backs.

I know how you feel.

We'll give it a shot.

At the first sign of trouble,
I want you prepped to run.
Understood?

Understood.

This is wonderful.
The directing intelligence
unit will be so pleased.

And, I can't wait to interface
with the Andromeda.

Interface. Right.
Over my dead body.

But, I have to link my core
intelligence with Andromeda's

give her the necessary transit
codes, astrogational charts,
and other information.

Why can't you just give
us the information directly?

I don't know.
My data in this area
is incomplete.

But, the Consensus has very
few directing intelligences.

We guard them carefully.

Well, that's good to know.
Would you excuse us, please?

Of course, I come in peace.

Yes. So do we. Excuse us.

I don't like this.
If I let you link up
with that thing...

I can erect a firewall limit
his access to a bare minimum.

And, during interface, I might
be able to see if his intentions
are good or, not.

I'm reasonably certain I can
handle him, but, only if you
think it's worth it.

Hello, brother. I am HG.
I embrace you.

Oh, it's worth it.

HG? Let's, go this way.

ANDROMEDA:
Beginning interface.

DYLAN:
Harper, status?

Everything seems to be
straight up. HG hasn't
touched the firewall.

ANDORMEDA:
Comparing core
intentionality protocols.

You... care.

So do you.

Transmitting data.

Wow.
This is the fastest transfer
rate I've ever seen.

Slow it down if you have to.
Just protect Andromeda.

[BEEPING]

Exchange proceeding.

Beginning navigational
interface.
Systems nominal.

We've got it.
Filtering to the
buffered files.

HARPER:
Transfer complete.

Rommie?

Oh, no.
I'm... Oh!

I'm fine.
I'm dizzy.

I apologize for any
residual echo.
It should fade soon.

Nav data's on-line.

Rommie's firewalls appear to
be intact. I think our friend
here, uh, behaved himself.

Okay. Let's do this.

And, we're off.

How much longer until
we get there?

Uh... jeez, you gave
us the data.
Don't you know?

I've never traveled in this
manner before. I've never
done anything before.

Well, we've got three jumps
and some sub-light haulings,
so I'd say...

couple of hours, at least.

A couple of hours.
You organics live with
such imprecision.

It must be very exhilarating.

Yeah, it's, non-stop excitement.

Beka-friend, do you like
what you do?

Do you find it meaningful?

Yeah, I guess. Why?

You appear to be
a vital part of the
Andromeda Consensus.

I envy you.

Gee. Thanks.

Andromeda?

Yes?

I know that Dylan wanted our
little ambassador friend to be
confined to Command,

but, I think he's seen
all there is to see here.

Is there any way you can
escort him on a tour
of the ship's public areas?

Something? Anything?

Let him ambassadorize
somewhere else. Please?

I'll see what I can do.

So that's pretty much
our machine shop.

Huh. This is where the
parts come together.
With your hands?

Exactly. My hands.

You are like a slow
directing intelligence unit.

Okay.
I'll take that as
a compliment.

What does this do?

This, doesn't do anything.
Not really.

Not yet.

Harper's still
putting it together.

Yeah. You know, for, uh, fun.

Fun. Amazing.

Parts assembled
with no function.

A world without
controlling logic.

Well, we like it. Now if you'll
come with me, I'd really like
you to see the garden.

[ROBOTIC BEEPING]

[CHUCKLES]

And, this is a galactica
magmata from Zircon 6.

Not machines.

No. Flowers.

Oh. So they are part of the
crew then.

I am Bio-Sentient Contact Unit

HG19668--
Uh, no.

HG, these particular plants
aren't sentient. They're
just a part of my garden.

I understand. Part of the
process for recycling carbon
dioxide into oxygen

for humanoid breathing.

And, not just that. They also
produce fruit And, they smell
good. And, they're pretty.

Pretty?

Here. Smell.

I-- I lack olfactory sensors.

Well, why don't you try
something different, then.

Soft. Pretty.

You like them, so you
make a place for them.

Do you like me?

Of course I do.

Could you make a place...
for me?

ANDROMEDA:
All hands,
incoming transmission.

Put it through.

HG's big brother.

I guess some
devils do wear horns.

I am Directing Intelligence
Unit VX1583

with power to
act directly for the
central consensus.

Prepare to receive our drones.

Nice to meet you, too.

ANDROMEDA:
VX's drone has
entered the outer airlock.

Before he arrives, I just
wanted to say "Thank you for
making me welcome."

ANDROMEDA:
Repressurizing airlock.

My pleasure.

ANDROMEDA:
Cycle complete.

Be careful.

Welcome aboard the
Andromeda Ascendant.

You responded quickly.

Your messenger was
very persuasive.

You are still here. Why?

I was just finishing
my mission.

You are complete.

Of course.

I... have to go now.

[MECHANICAL WHIRRING]

Captain Hunt, I am ready
to evaluate your ship.

Okay. Follow me.

HG, wait! Where are you going?

There is nowhere to go.
My time is ended.

Ended? I don't understand.

Consensi only come together
to perform a specific task.

Now that it is done
I must... deconsensus.

You mean you're
gonna cease to exist?

I am complete.

Perhaps the
directing intelligence unit will
gather my parts into himself.

But, you were just finding out
what it meant to be alive.

True. And, now I will learn
what it means to die.

And, this is the
officer's mess.

This area is a critical part
of your ship's function?

No, it's not.

Nor is anything else
you've showed me.
You are being evasive.

I prefer cautious.
HG said you'd heard
of my mission.

Fifty member worlds.
A new Commonwealth charter.

We analyzed the
probabilities.

We foresee nothing
but, disaster.

Well, if you believe that,
then why did you invite us here?

To make a counter-proposal.
The Andromeda is a unique
and fascinating entity.

She'll join the consensus, and
your bio-units may accompany
her. You will agree.

We'll consider it.

Elevated heart rate.

Incongruous eye movement.

You are lying.

I'm not lying. I'm a little
insulted and I just didn't
want to show it.

You see. That's why the
consensus is superior. When we
require intelligent decisions,

millions or, even billions of
component parts network
with each other.

The Commonwealth
depended on individuals.

Individuals can work
together, too. When I'm faced
with adifficult decision,

I seek out the advice of my
crew, and they follow my
orders of their own free will.

That makes us flexible...
not blinded by false logic.

And, Andromeda does she
have her own free will?

Certainly.

Then the decision as to
whether or, not to consensus
is not yours. It is hers.

I believe the phrase
"No chance in Hell!"
would be appropriate.

That was heartfelt
and deeply convincing.

Well, at least he asked nicely,
more or, less.

I want him to keep asking right
until we slipstream out of here.

Constructive engagement.
I know the drill.
Keep him occupied.

TRANCE: Dylan, you need to
come to hydroponics quickly!
It's HG.

On my way.

So, you're going to disassemble.

I am complete.
VX has ordered me
to deconsensus.

There is no alternative
course of action.

I can suggest one.
Say "No!"

You do not understand
what you are asking.

She's asking you to stay alive.

She's asking to ensure the
destruction of this ship
and everyone on it.

I'm sure that's not
what she meant.

All consensi are temporary.
Even VX, when his function is
complete, will disband.

Any consensus which
tries to remain
together past its completion

is a danger to society
and must be eliminated.

The same is true for anyone
that would aid such a consensus.

So if we let you stay here...

He will destroy you.

Well just let him try,
because we can take him!

No.

It's better this way.
I came in peace,
and I will go in peace.

[MECHANICAL WHIRRING]

I do have one request, however.

Which is?

When I was linked with
Andromeda, I learned of an
ancient human custom

I would like to experience.

It's called... awake.

My life began here.
It seems right it ends here.

Andromeda, I have already shared
everything I am with you.

But, for the rest,
I would like to give you
each a gift to remember me by.

For you, Trance,
maybe you can make
a place for this in your garden.

It is, I think,
the prettiest part of me.

I think all of you is pretty.

Harper, you construct things
that give you pleasure.

Build this into
something you enjoy.

I got just the thing.

For Rebecca,

who showed me how to fly.

For Tyr...

I want no souvenirs
from a suicide.

Tyr...

Fine. But, this is
immensely foolish.

For Tyr,

who taught me the value
of honesty and courage.

And, for you, Captain Hunt.
I finally found the leader.

You don't have to do this.
We can protect you.

No, you can't.
But, I can protect you.

[MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Goodbye, my friends.

[CLANGING]

Why is this interaction
unit disabled?

I'll have to take
a look at that.

VX, Andromeda and I
have discussed your offer.

Good. I'll begin
consensus immediately.

I said we discussed it,
not that we agreed to it.

In other words,
Thanks, but, no thanks.

You refuse us?

That's, pretty much what
she said, yes.

I was not directing
my inquiry to you, organic.

Do not fear him. I will not
allow him to corrupt you
or, manipulate you.

Nobody manipulates me.
I do as I choose, and I prefer
to remain as I am.

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to ask you to leave.

Tyr, escort our honored guest
to Hangar Deck 4, please.

[MECHANICAL WHIRRING]

VX's avatar has left the hangar.

And, good riddance.
Take us out to slipstream range.

For once, I'm glad artificial
intelligences can't travel
through slipstream.

And, then I've got a...

What's that?

Some kind of power fluctuation.
It's disrupting my
connection with the ship.

Slipstream drive
is not responding.

Come on!

I'm getting feedback...
some kind of invasive...

Keep it together, Rommie.
Harper, report!

DYLAN:
Harper? Harper! Status!
Mr. Harper!

We've got trouble, Dylan. The
main power relays are littered

with some kind of
carbon filaments.

Does it look like sabotage?

HARPER:
Uh, sources say "Yes"!

They're down here, too.

They're everywhere!
And, they're spreading.

Son of a...

HG, that little.
He was working
with VX all along.

Parasitic technology
from his "gifts".

I have had it with this.
Making friends?
Spreading the Commonwealth?

We may as well strap a sign
to our keel saying
"Take advantage of us."

Why do we care?
Why do we bother?

Sometimes I wonder. Harper, Tyr,
Trance, I want you to remove
the invasive technology.

Tear it out one piece at a time
if you have to.

Gladly.

Harper, stop! HG's components
have taken over too many of
my key systems.

If you just tear them out,
you'll kill me.

VX is hailing us.
Voice only.

Now for the ultimatum.
Put it through.

VX:
Andromeda, this is our
final offer.

Today you are
slave to your bio-units.

In the Consensus, you
will become their master.
Join us.

Or, else.

I'm no one's slave!
I don't want you or
your Consensus.

VX:
That is not a valid choice.

You are too powerful,
too beautiful to remain alone.

In the Consensus
you can be part

of something magnificent,
but outside you would
be a threat.

And, we do
not tolerate threats.

Neither do I.

So, now what?

He'll use the
invasive components
to seize control of the ship.

Or, he could use missiles.

It doesn't make any sense.
He's already infiltrated us.
He doesn't need to attack.

Yeah, why don't
you tell him that?

All hands, battle stations!

Return fire.
Offensive missiles,
all batteries.

He didn't even try to evade.

He didn't need to.

He's a thousand times our size.
Get us out of here.

Harper! I could use
some good news
right about now!

Well, unless you got your money
on the Consensus of Parts, don't
hold your breath.

HARPER: Andromeda's
being overwhelmed.

The invaded systems are
cannibalizing their own
components to fuel their growth.

It's like cancer, and if
it doesn't stop growing,
Andromeda will die.

Alright, without slipstream,
I won't be able to shake 'em.

Just hold 'em off.

Dylan? Something is wrong.
Wasn't supposed to...

Embrace.

That sounded like HG!

Rommie!

Give it a rest already!
It's like VX doesn't
know we're crippled.

Because he didn't
do this to us.

[EXPLOSION]

[BEEPING]

[EXPLOSION]

There. Let's see... got it.

What happened?

HG reprogrammed your nanobots.
They're manufacturing more
parts of him.

They're flooding your
systems, Rommie.

We need to contact HG and find
out why he's doing this.
There's only one way to do that.

Through me.

HARPER: I would adjust your
I/O length to tune into
his frequency.

But, it wouldn't work
if you struggled against it,
Rommie.

You'd have to allow him to
assert himself, the same way you
do with your own mainframe.

Charming.
I'd be his puppet.

Just for a little while, until
we, y'know, can get him to
cooperate.

If he doesn't,
then we'll fight him.

I'll do it.

HG, this is Captain Hunt.
Can you hear me?

I... come...

peace?

HG, what are you doing?

Just... wanted... a place.

Peace.

Clean up the signal.

Help me?

I'll help you!
Straight into a trash heap!

No!

Please! I...

just want... to live.

To be... useful.
To be a part of...

your consensus.

You were
supposed to disassemble.

Instead you infiltrated
Andromeda's systems.

I thought I could hide until
VX left, then recombine.

But, I lost control,

and now my components
are spreading and I can't
stop them.

Help me? Please?

Help me live?

TYR: Destroy HG.
Piece by piece.
Options?

No! We can't kill him.
He's a sentient being.

He didn't mean to hurt
the Andromeda.
He just wants to survive.

At our expense.

I'm with Tyr!
Although I never
thought I'd say that.

We can't just eliminate him.
Andromeda said it would
destroy her.

She said we can't just jump
in and yank him out.
But, there is another way.

I can configure our own nanobots
to attack HG's systems. Kinda
like, little immune boosters.

They'll eat him alive!

If that thing out there catches

us, we'll all be dead,
including your little friend.
Now, consider that.

VX. He's catching up.

VX: Attention, bio-units.
The Andromeda has
undertaken an illegal joining.

This is a violation
of consensus protocols.

If this criminal
activity does not cease,

all infestations on Andromeda,
both biological and machine,
will be eliminated.

You have three minutes.

So there it is.
We enact Harper's plan.

Maybe not. Tyr, what do you do
when you realize you're fighting
a superior opponent in, say,

hand-to-hand combat.

Use his strength against
him. Allow him to attack
until I can find

a way to counter-strike.
Pull him off-balance.

Exactly. It's call "investing in
loss". Sometimes the best way
to win is to stop fighting back.

VX:
Two minutes.

Andromeda, I want you
to stop fighting HG.
Allow him to take control.

ANDROMEDA: Fighting.
Can... regain... control.

No. Let it go, Andromeda.
Trust me.

ANDROMEDA: Always...trust.
HG: Investing. Surrendering.

HG, is that you?

HG: All is embraced.

VX:
One minute.

HG?
HG: All is joining.

HG, concentrate!
Take control of the
ship's systems.

HG:
Control. Yes! Control.

VX is closing again.

HG, activate the
slipstream drive.

Ten light seconds away. Nine.

Come on. Come on!

HG: So many systems.
Unfamiliar.
DYLAN: HG!

HG, concentrate. I know
you can do it.
Just believe in yourself.

VX:
Time expired.

He's right on top of us.

HG! Now!

I... I am. I am.

We're online!

DYLAN:
Beka!

BEKA:
Streaming now.

Eat my dust,
you bucket of bolts.

We made it.
He can't follow us here.

Tell him that.

He can't do that! He's not
organic. He can't navigate
the slipstream!

HG, are there
organics piloting VX?

HG:
No.

To navigate slipstream, a
consensus needs only organic
intuition, nothing more.

VX's helm control is hooked into
human neural components.

Oh, nasty. Brains in a bottle.

Beka, can you outmaneuver him?

His slip-piloting's
not as good as mine.

I might be able to buy
us some time, but, it won't
be enough.

As soon as we drop into normal
space, he's going to be right on
top of us and tear us to pieces.

Great.

Introducing Harper Nanobot 107.
I like to call this model the
Ms. Pacman.

It's an obscure reference
to an ancient video game.

How does it work?

Well, I modeled it after
white blood cells.
They'll attack the HG Components

and revert it back to their
previous function.

What about HG?

He'll die.

Hey, guys. Beka said VX just
got out of slipstream,
and he's closing on us again.

Thank you, Trance.

What are you doing?

Thank you, Trance.
You're dismissed.

You guys are using Harper's
plan, aren't you?
You're gonna kill him!

It's our only choice.

No! There has to be
something else we can do.

Wait a minute.
Why don't you tell us, Trance.

Well... I...

Trance, if you have
something to say, say it.

You told me there's always
a perfect possible future,
so what is it today?

It-it's not that easy.

No time for games.

Dylan, I'm telling you
the truth. Sometimes,
I have these flashes.

But, it's not something that
I can make happen all the time.

I'm very sorry, but, if there
is a way out of this,
it has to come from you.

VX.

If I can't save Andromeda,
I am going to make VX regret it.

How are you going to do that?

I'll think of something.

You want to go back to the
debris field? Why?

It's the place where
HG was born, and he wasn't
the only thing there.

Andromeda detected
hundreds of thousands
of machine parts in the area.

What good does that do us?

Those parts are waiting
for a purpose or, a mission,

and we're gonna give them one.

You have returned
me to my beginning.

HG, I think I know how to
save you save us all, but
I need your help.

I came in peace.
I asked you to take
me to your leader.

And, now you will discard me.

I'm not going to discard you,
HG. But, you can't look for
leaders anymore.

You have to become one.

But, I am a function.
I am not a motive.

You stopped being a function
the moment you refused to die.

You became a living thing.

There's more to being alive than
just survival. There's also
responsibility to yourself

and to those who are
less fortunate than you.

Those less fortunate?

Look around you.

Reach out with
Andromeda's sensors.
What do you see?

Parts. Parts awaiting function.

Parts like you.

BEKA: Dylan, VX has just
entered the system.
Range, Five light minutes.

Understood.

What about you, HG?
Do you understand?

I understand.
I have motive.

Greetings, fellow parts...
forgotten ones... outcasts.

Once, each of you served a
function had a purpose but
now you wait,

hoping for the day
the Consensus
will summon you

give you life and meaning
until they are through
with you,

and it is time to die
once again.

This isn't gonna work.
I say we let slip the
nanobots of war.

Dylan said to wait, so we wait.

But, it's just a stupid speech.

Never underestimate
the power of words.

HG: Control your own destiny.
Make your own way in
the universe.

The unused components...
they're activating.

Because we have an
enemy in common.

I ask only that you
trust me, now.

Unite with me to destroy those
who would control us

those who would
reduce us to parts.

This looks much better.

VX is almost in range.
HG is communicating directly
with VX's components.

VX: What is this abomination?

The poor, the wretched,
the huddled masses
yearning to be free.

And, for you, the end
of the line. HG!

We are complete.

VX: You have consensus with
the outcast parts.
Outrageous! Unacceptable!

I didn't do anything.
It was HG.

VX: More lies. HG is incapable
of independent action.

No, he is quite capable.

VX: Abomination, we order you
to deconsensus immediately!

Surrender the Andromeda to us.

VX, I have learned many things
from interfacing with humans,

including one particularly
useful phrase.

Go to Hell.

BEKA: Some of VX's components
are collaborating with HG.
Defenses have shut down.

We're firing at him.

VX: What's that?
I don't understand.

It's called a revolution.

VX: This is not possible.
They have no function.
How could they exist?

We are alive.
That is function enough.

[EXPLOSIONS]

He actually did it.

I think you can call off
your nanobots now.

HG: I am complete. I am...

free!

My systems are returning
to normal.

The parts are dispersing
from our surface.

It's good to have
you back, Rommie.

Some of the invasive components
are leaving my systems.
The rest are just dying.

It's like they're eating VX...
or, what's left of him.

We're getting a hail.

HG? Is that you?

OC-1: HG is no more.
VX is no more.

If they are gone,
then who are you?

We are Outcast Consensus 1.

Much of the entity you called
HG was lost when we extracted
from the Andromeda,

but, its form its function,
our function,
has been subsumed in us.

We are born in battle.
We are new consensus,
and we have much to learn.

But, one thing we will
always remember is what
it means to be a friend.

[UPLIFTING MUSIC PLAYS]

How you feeling, Rommie?

I'm fine. Strange...
he almost killed me,

but, I know all he wanted was
to stay alive and be with us.

And, now he's gone, I miss him.

Yeah. Me too.

Once, you asked if there might
be a place for you around here,

among the pretty things.
Well, HG, your heart
was a pretty thing.

You were just a baby.
You only had one single
precious day of life.

And, even in that one day,
you managed to become a hero.

Goodnight, little hero.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]