Raised by Wolves (2020–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Episode #2.1 - full transcript
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. Woman: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.
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. Woman: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.