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Your family is irrelevant.

What did you just say?

They are irrelevant
to this mission.

We are going to OriGen now.

We are behind schedule.

Your father can transport
the pupa here.

I'll be back in three days.

To build the machine, I have to
convert Newton's design,

a design requiring translation

from An the an to
human mathematics,

from An the an to
human component parts,

parts that would routinely be
assembled by An the an drones.

Humans are not as efficient.

They ask questions.
They have needs.

None of which
I am interested in.

That is why he sent me to you.

You do not have
permission to go.

Don't ever say that
to me again. Okay?

Back off my family.

There won't be any work if
I have to leave them behind.

Your relationships
are dead weight.

Well, your family was probably
grateful for your attitude.

We have an agreement.

Three days.

Wow.

Old wounds open like old melons.

Do they say that
where you're from?

No.

Yeah, they don't
say it here, either,

but it's fucking true.

Mr. Faraday, may I introduce
you to your team...

Oh, this is...
This is so cool. This is so...

You will execute
only what I need,

when I need it. Nothing else.

Show me Newton's designs. Now.

We have the patents digitized in
a centralized database...

I need the originals.

Ah. Well, um, all of
Mr. Newton's original effects

were stored in a research space
we no longer use.

Per Miss Flood's instructions...

Let's go.

...we prepared a
state-of-the-art lab for you

on the third floor
of the main building.

We can bring you
anything you need.

I'm sorry. Once you get to
know him, he is a blast.

Um, I... I was thinking
we could procure

an industrial gamma
radiography machine...

Nothing with high frequency
radiation enters this space.

No X-rays.

Of course not.

I shouldn't have said anything.
I shouldn't have...

I built a company.

They stole it from me.

You're gonna steal it back.

Okay. This is fucking adorable.

Where are we? Mission Control?

Used to be
the power station

for the whole campus
before they renovated.

The conduit to the warehouse
still runs through here.

Thank you.

I spent the last two years of
my life in basement purgatory.

Sorry, it's the only place
we can tap into the feeds.

Don't be.

Purgatory is where
you get the best perspective.

Excuse me?

Two things.

Um, you asked us to build you
a new lighting matrix.

But we can't confirm
it's a lighting matrix

because you've given each of us
a separate assignment

without revealing the goal.

I mean, how...

How does that apply
to the ultimate design?

We've all seen, uh, the video.

Can we see the cube?

It's capacitated.
It was a prototype.

Were it not,
I wouldn't need any of you.

Of course.
The other thing.

You've asked us to sink

a 30-foot hole
in the middle of the...

I know what I asked!
Why are you still here?

We need dynamite.
For the bedrock.

Did you think I didn't know
you'd need dynamite?

No.

Just the... The team needs
to know why, though.

We're... We're blowing
a hole in the floor?

Liquid at a 30-foot depth will

balance the heavy
water reactors.

That is your task.

My task is to transpose
the information

so I can understand
what to build. Blow the hole.

This is the house
that Jack built

Do you remember
that house?

Yes, I do
I know you do now

This is the land
that he worked by hand

This is the dream
of an upright man

This is the room
that he filled with love

- Dad. Who did this?
- Juzzie!

Who did what?

Packed our house like
the Library of Congress.

I had an assistant.

The two
of you did all this?

How many times
did we move

across the United States
when you were a child?

Your father knows how to pack.

Oh! You even alphabetized
the vinyl.

Uh, I am not
going to be in London

wondering where
I put Pithecanthropus.

How's the lab?

I haven't been yet.

Okay.

Where is she?

Just follow the crayon.

Hey, Molly-Mols.

I just didn't want to
pack it yet.

You know, I didn't necessarily
want this for you.

I wanted you to feel rooted.

Like a tree?

Yeah, like a tree.

Grandpa's job moved us
around pretty much all the time.

I didn't like it.

But this is important, Molly.

Does it have something
to do with the larva?

Yeah. Yeah, it does.

Is he your boyfriend?

No.

No, he's not.

Hey.

I know Portia's here...

I love you so much.

- I love you, too.
- Oh, my gosh.

And your friends are here.

But you know what?

They got us a big apartment
near the park

where there's a lot of kids.

You should see
the size of your room.

I don't need a bigger room.

Wow. You are one tough cookie.

So are you.

You'll come back
or I'll come visit, okay?

Thank you for being here for
everything that ever mattered.

What? I... I am
everything that matters.

I love you.

All right.

London, here we come.

Bye!

Excuse me.
The bathrooms are locked.

Yes.

The log says you used

the bathroom at
9:57 this morning.

- What log?
- Is it your menses?

Did you
just say "menses"?

At your age, you shouldn't
still be having your menses.

Jos, I...
I need you to listen.

May I ask you to repeat?

Who's in the mood for donuts?

This obsession with your menses

is draining your productivity.
No, I will not repeat.

- No. No. No, no, you can't...
- Uh...

So sorry. So, uh, women...

- Women?
- You are women.

Um, you know, why don't
you guys take tomorrow off?

What, to call my lawyer?

No, you know, just so we can
revisit our... Our revamped,

um, sensitivity initiative.

But... I'd say now,

isn't it about
quitting time, anyway?

That's not necessary.

When the meshwork is finished,
I'll break them into five groups

with alternating
11-minute sleep shifts.

You want us to sleep
in 11-minute shifts?

That should be enough
to stave off psychosis.

Shit.

No,
no sleeping here. No cots.

They're not carnival workers,

they're people.
They gotta go home.

- Home is illusory.
- All right, stop.

Human beings have a very
narrow window of interests.

We have... We have needs.

And they include
nutrition and peeing.

And if those needs aren't met,

we'll get litigated
out of existence.

Fine.

I'll incorporate full-circadian
rhythm sleep-cycles.

Excellent. Thank you.

Sir? We finished.

The outer casing's done.

That's a nice lobster trap.

Once we have
built the machine,

the cage will provide protection

from interference
by electromagnetic fields.

So, like a shield?

What the shit is this?

Some kind
of interference.

All right. Yeah. Well done, all.

All right. Yeah.

Good work, everybody.

He blocked us out.

I think
it's an accidental...

It's not accidental.
He built a...

A Faraday cage.

Fix it.

Hey, you can all head home
and sleep in your own beds.

What the hell is
the matter with you?

The design is nonsensical.

Nonsensical how?

None of the diagrammatic
pieces fit together.

It's like building a puzzle
without knowing the final image.

I don't know what
it's supposed to look like.

And the equation calls for
tritium as a power source.

Newton had it in
ample supply in 1986.

But as he would know,

it only carries
a half-life of 12.7 years.

So, that supply
is useless?

Okay. Okay.

Didn't you
mention a date?

My entire species dies
in 2.4 years.

Yours will follow in 2030.

- I'm aware.
- This is the apex.

The last step.

Either I am incapable
of understanding...

not ready to understand...

or it's nonsense.

Why would he...

For it to be nonsense, Newton...

would have to be insane.

It's gone inter-agency?

We needed to keep
the circle small.

Yes, but the video isn't small.

It's up to 80 million hits.

Everyone's trying to
figure out who he is.

We bought some time by saying
he's a basement-dwelling hacker

who hit the London grid.

It'll hold for a while,

but the Director
wants me on-site there.

Faraday couldn't
sneeze without it being logged.

But if you come in here, the FBI
is gonna wanna come in,

and then the NSA,
and then the DSI.

And pretty soon it's gonna be
a fucking Google tab.

- Spencer, you sound...
- I'm good, I'm good.

- I'm good, I promise.
- Okay.

But if this one doesn't
go right, I can't help you.

I got it.

Are you sampling that water
for tritium concentrations?

Yes. Its half-life
is short here.

Well, you better find some,

if you're trying to sequence

enough heavy water
to create fusion.

There's barely enough of
anything on this rock anymore.

You want a donut?

- I never said the word "fusion."
- Didn't you?

I just thought, because that's

a fascinating scintillator
you got there.

It's my own design.

But it must be malfunctioning.

The water's ambient
tritium reading

is barely 2.3 parts
per quintillion.

You expected more?

You won't find fallout in there,
just standard groundwater.

Shouldn't your logical
and calculatory abilities

have deteriorated by now?

Maybe I'm just reaching
my half-life, you little pisher.

Why haven't they sent you to one
of those old-people places?

If you knew half of what
I know about half-lives,

you wouldn't need
to ask that question,

and fuck you, by the way.

You can think of me
as the institutional memory.

- Watt.
- What?

- Watt is my name.
- I don't know.

No, no, no.
Watt, that is my name.

W-A-T-T. Like the power
in the circuit.

And you must be the magic weirdo
everyone's whispering about.

The one who will finally unlock

the innermost secrets
of the tenth design.

Well, woo-dee-woo.

Woo-dee-woo.

We used to wrangle with it,
back in Kentucky. With Mr. N.

Kentucky?

You worked under Thomas Newton?

Oh, so now I'm interesting?

Yes, I worked with that man.

He had the most surprising mind.

It was a pleasure.
It was science.

I... I can't understand why
he brought me...

I can't read his design.

I could barely understand
half of what he was on about.

And that was before my brain
circuity was deteriorated.

That shouldn't apply to me.

It's hard living in
the shadow of a genius,

but you're the man of
the moment or the century.

You'll figure it out.

I mean, you really
don't have a choice.

Hey there, sugar darling

Let me tell you something

Girl, I've been
Trying to say, now

You look so sweet...

Hey-hey. Molly girl.

Hey, Molly-Mols.

So? What do you think?

It's like we live in
a coffee commercial now.

Oh, really? Is it a good
coffee commercial?

How about some of this
cassava, girl, hmm?

Mmm-mmm.

- Maybe you'll like that, hmm?
- It looks gross.

Hey, are you back yet?
Because we have a problem.

Stop! Freeze!

If there are cords
around your feet,

step out of them slowly
and then nobody move.

I'm Justin Falls,
your project manager.

And whatever you've been told,

you're about to be untold.

It has the three Lego
mini-figures I wanted.

You know,

Lego bricks are made
so precisely

that even the new ones

fit into the old ones
made in the '50s.

The '50s or the 1900s?

I liked our old house

and our old neighborhood.

You can love them both,
Molly-girl.

A new Lego fits into
the old ones. Hmm?

I don't know if I like
your new black hair.

Did you dye
your old gray hair?

Grandpa?

Grandpa?

Grandpa, what...

If you can't drive
like a human being,

take your useless self
off the road.

So little children
and old folks can walk safely.

Yes! I'm shaking my fist at you!

Okay, wake him up
and send him home,

and will you get these
cots out of here, please?

Uh, why are the tables
like that?

Oh, he made us
get rid of all the chairs.

- Uh-huh.
- No, it's cool.

He hasn't
stopped for 30 hours.

So, who am I to ask for a chair?

Like, I hate myself.
He's incredible.

Hey. Hey, you're being
crazy at people.

They're gonna get hurt here

and you are
responsible for that.

Hey.

Hello?

Hey.

Newton's design doesn't work.

Well, you'll make it work.

I mean, that's why you're here.

I'm telling you,
I can't.

- Is that calling for tritium?
- Yes.

The concentration in
the water is far too low.

- The amount we would need...
- It's unstable.

And rare.

So, we have an unusable design
and no fuel source.

There must be something
I've missed.

There must be
something I'm...

I'm blind to.

Okay, all right.

You're frying your own circuits

and that makes
everything more dangerous.

Besides, you need a shower.

You're stinky.

Are you really not gonna even
give me his fucking name?

What the hell do you think
we do at the Washington Post?

I'll get it, Hatch.
You know I will.

I know you will.

Look, how long have
we known each other?

Sophomore year, Wesleyan.

By the way,
I love you as a blonde.

So, how do you feel about being
back in the yada-yada-yada?

I'm, uh, thrilled to be
back at OriGen,

the company that my family
has run for decades.

Thrilled to be developing
our next step, which...

Ooh, uh, whoa, whoa.

Uh, can you confirm
those next steps?

Are they related to
the light show in London?

Some kind of energy source?

I can confirm that you're still

the Interruptress
of all Interruptresses.

Although, it's usually when
you're a little caffeinated.

Really?

You know, if I wasn't, uh...

...already a cynic,
I'd be insulted, Hatch.

Insulted by what?

Well, at the fact that
you're recording

our fucking conversation.

I'll call you back.

Hey, Edie, what the fuck?

Really? You're bugging
my office?

- You're bugging my office?
- Hmm.

I fucking knew you weren't DOE.
You're CIA.

Clever.

Here to make sure I'm
not taking home office supplies?

No, I'm here
to let your sister know

who she just made a deal with.

What Faraday really is. I know
you weren't gonna tell her.

Did you tell her with
any delicacy or sensi...

Delicacy? About the thing
that's in the warehouse?

Or did you mean the arrangement
that your daddy had with us.

'Cause, uh, come on,
you guys had to know

that your dad's bill would
come due eventually, right?

But you know what
I don't understand, Hatch,

is why you don't care
that it's not human.

That thing in the warehouse.

I mean, you can play
savior all you want,

but that's not a human being.

Thomas Newton
was not benevolent.

He didn't come here
45 years ago bearing gifts.

He came here with a genocidal...

- Bullshit.
- A genocidal agenda.

What's genocidal
about musical spheres

or self-developing film?

You have no idea
the shit I've seen.

I have evidence. And now
he has an accomplice.

So, when he sticks
his head out to say, "Hello,"

I'm just gonna take him
back into custody.

- It's a good thing.
- And Faraday?

What's gonna happen to him?

I don't know.

But whatever he builds

is not gonna make it
out to the world.

Then why did you
let him build it?

Sorry. That question suggests
that you have a moral compass.

God damn it. Your dad
knew how to work with us.

He capitulated.

'Cause it just doesn't work
any other way.

But I do understand why

he gave your sister
the company now, though.

Oh, and FY to the I,

we're gonna be
logging all of your keystrokes

as well as your
entries and exits

from the building from now on.

And what I told you
about Faraday's work

and Faraday's future is not
to be shared with Miss Falls.

I don't even know
if she's Team Human.

Are you?

You know, I'm not sure who you
think you work for, Hatch,

but from now on,
you need to understand...

It's fucking me.

You know, French fries don't
count as a vegetable, Dad.

They're sweet potato fries.

Mm-hmm.

Perhaps Newton meant
for me to calculate

using An the an
gravity parameters.

No work talk at dinner, please.
Shut it down.

He's not a computer, Mom.
He's a larva.

I'm gonna tell people

on my first day of London
school that my name is Pupa.

You know, your new school
has a purple soccer field.

- Just saying.
- Okay.

An the an gravity
would mean

a .0032% difference in
the tritium base amount.

You're using tritium?

Yeah.

Okay, missy.
You're eating six beans.

- I will eat three beans.
- Four.

Fine. But I don't know
why you want me to.

'Cause you only ever cry
when I grow any taller.

Why isn't the pupa
following the manual?

The instructions are specific.

I wanna do mine.

- Who will that serve?
- Hey.

Your version's awesome, baby.
Don't listen to him, okay?

- I'll take ten of yours.
- She's going to fail.

You can't fail at playing.
It's fun always.

She has the instructions
right in front of her.

Instructions are designed
to be followed precisely.

You cannot simply
impose your own vision.

You cannot decide for yourself.

It is chaotic, irresponsible
and foolish.

Shut up, larva!

Don't talk
to my girl like that!

Molly, baby, come back!

No more words from you.

I don't care where
you're from. Out!

What the hell was that?

I think
he just had a tantrum.

You're still here.

I needed to let
my mind out for a stroll.

I thought OriGen employees
value their sleep schedule.

You've got that
same look he used to get.

- Newton?
- At the lab in Kentucky,

he used to walk by the water

whenever we got close to
the final design of a product.

And then...

He always got it right.

He'd just... get it right.

You like bourbon?

My experience
with mood alteration

has been disappointing.

And hot. And loud.

Well, I'm doing that.

Feel free to tag along.

Chop, chop, wonder boy.
I think I can help you.

Where are we going?

You're a drone, aren't you?

What?

Ta-da!

Oh, no. No, my bad.

Existential crises
are very adolescent.

How do you know I'm having
an existential crisis?

Because you
look like you're about to cry.

Ah, nice hat.

I told you.

I knew Newton.

He told me what he was.

That's why I know what you are.

- Spaceman.
- He told...

Mmm. You're safe.

I'd never tell.

And no one
would ever believe me anyway.

But I promise you, my friend,

you can't be a drone and do
what you need to do.

But I am a drone.

Every time
I try to leave, she wakes up.

She's a tiny tyrant.

Mm-hmm.

Who knows she's got
your attention now

because of guilt.

And not
the regular guilt

that single working
parents have dined on

like I did every night
of your life.

It's your first day
back in the lab.

Of course
you're going to feel Danny.

Yeah. That's the thing.

I thought I would,
but I didn't feel him.

I'm sitting here

and despite the fact
that she hates this place,

and a rude-ass alien
just yelled at everyone,

and the lab today
was a total shit-show,

and we have no
fucking path forward...

Oh, Juzzie, please.
Your language.

Sorry.

Despite all that,

I loved every second of it.

How dare you?

That's your research from
after the accident.

I brought it from Los Alamos.

Why?

Tritium is not going to happen.

You're going to need
what's in there.

I never got to the end
of what's in there.

Maybe you will.

It's all failing until
the day that it isn't.

I know, I know.

You're feeling frustrated.

But I know something
you don't know about An the a.

Or you do.

You just can't quite dredge it
up from your preconsciousness.

It wasn't always
adepts and drones.

The caste system.

So, listen,
here's the story. Ready?

Two rocks flying through space.

Each going their own way.
When...

Whammo! What are the odds?

42.6%.

You're where fun goes to die.

I'm fun?

Okay, okay, okay.
Go to 30,000 feet.

Earth and An the a,
destined, fated.

Brought together by the gods.

It's a love story.

Giant impact hypothesis.
Heard of it?

When two pro to-planets collide,

impacting the evolutionary
trajectory of both.

A glancing blow, otherwise,
none of us would be here.

It was more like

the first kiss at summer camp.

In the kiss,
two things happened.

One.

Earth absorbed
some of An the a.

That's why Earth's core
is disproportionately big.

And two,
since this is a love story.

An the a spun away pregnant
with a piece of Earth.

Slutty planet.

Now, some Antheans

cultivated that Earthly
part of themselves,

and lo and behold,
a new class was born.

They became the adepts.

And the rest
of the population, well...

Just became you.
It's funny, right?

No, this isn't funny
at all.

Are you kidding?

It's a joke on the most
cosmic of scales.

Adepts are the demigods they are

because they've unleashed
their inner human.

Newton saw 30 years ago,
from 30,000 feet.

You wanna unlock that design,
then you need to do that, too.

'Cause he saw that
it's just one big game

of Russian roulette.
Load one. Spin. Click.

What is one big game
of Russian roulette?

Unleashing your inner human.

Without it killing you.

Shimmy shimmy ya
Shimmy yam, shimmy yay

Gimme the mic
So I can take it away

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Yeah, baby, I like it raw

Yeah, baby,
I like it raw

Yeah, baby, I like it raw

Oh, fuck.

Wow.

I'd almost be impressed

if I didn't know that you'd used

an extraterrestrial
IKEA manual.

How did you know that?

Seeing shit, are we?

No.

You sound defensive.

Ask the question
I know you're asking.

Newton wouldn't have summoned me
if I were not capable.

But I am obviously not capable,
so why did he summon me?

Except you don't know
what you are anymore.

Wasn't so pretty
for Mr. Newton, either.

When the memories started
coming with feelings attached.

Memories

And the kiddies
Are sleeping

- Stop!
- No.

You're in this human body
for a reason.

Come on. Thump, thump.
Can you hear it?

There's a heart in there,
Tin Man.

Get out of your ass
and into your body.

Act, react.

Come on, intuit.
Be in the moment.

The now.

No one can ever be who
they were before. The N-O-W.

Midnight and their kiddies
Are in the bathtub

Keep your savage, clumsy,

bestial Earth hands to yourself!

Ooh!

Anger.

- Why?
- Why, what?

Newton. Humans.
Why didn't he tell me?

But he did.
Day one, planet Earth...

"Humans. You have to
let the virus in. Again."

He said, "Again."

You were too "drone" to hear it.

- Fuck off!
- Good.

- What else is pissing you off?
- Mission.

You're failing the mission.

'Cause those little fucking
memories you're having...

You left your family behind.

Now that it's clear that Newton
bet on the wrong drone,

it's starting to hit you that
you'll never see them again.

You're down here failing
on this slutty little planet

and your kids
are up there dying.

You've been failing down here.
Failing for what?

Maybe... Maybe they're
already dead.

Maybe you left them behind
to wither and die

so you could fly
across the galaxy

just to fuck it all up.

Feel that shit.

Oh, yeah.

Come on, look at this.
Come on, watch this.

What the fuck?

- Whee! Ooh, la, la.
- Stop!

Stop!

- Ooh, toys.
- Stop!

Yummy-yummy-yum.

Stop it! Stop it!

Ooh, I like...

- No! No! No!
- This is good.

Baby, I like it raw

Yeah, baby

You're not real.

Only if you are.

How real are you?

Where are we going?

You're a drone, aren't you?

Ta-da!

No, no, you can't have
an existential crisis...

That's a nice hat.

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Thirty thousand feet.

What did you see
from 30,000 feet?

Thirty thousand feet.

Took you long enough.

Careful.

The air is thinner up here.

Hmm.

How did you fix it?

I didn't. He broke the cage.

Really? What happened?

When the screens came
back on the damage was done.

He was talking to himself.

He solved it.

- He solved what?
- The design.

He knows how to build it.

Sir, I think he might be
losing his mind.

What the hell happened to you?

I figured it out.

Who beat
the shit out of you?

I was banging
my head against a wall.

Wait. Are you making
a joke right now?

Who are you?

I don't know.

But I figured out the design.

How to build it.

I know what it's
supposed to look like now.

There are several steps,
but we can get started.

Yeah, there's still
the fuel problem.

Tritium is not gonna work.

Perhaps I can conjure
another delusion.

So, I was banging my head

against a brick wall
last night, too.

Somewhat more figuratively.

What is this?

I think

it's the reason
you were sent to find me.

After the accident I was, uh,

researching an alternative,
more stable fuel source.

I wrote an equation
to use hydrogen-boron

in place of tritium.

But this equation, we'd have
to find a way to simplify it.

Which I've never done,

because no computer
can handle it.

So essentially,

the one thing
I could never solve

is pretty much our only hope.

You imagined all this
from nothing.

Yeah.

You are extraordinary.

Uh... What?

Where is your daughter?

That's impressive.

I like it.

Did you know

what you were going to
build before you started?

Not really.

I kinda started
and then figured it out.

What happened to your face?

Oh, I fell. I'm fine.

Where I'm from,

once you reach
your first maturation cycle,

you either become
an adept or a drone,

depending on the abilities

you've shown up
until that point.

And after that, a drone

doesn't have to
consider emotions.

There's an answer
for everything.

It's very binary.

You are the opposite

of binary.

You have the potential
for all things.

I'm sorry, Pupa.

Thank you.

She's not gonna be like
other children, you know.

She is going to be different.

It'll be hard for her.