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Previously on DarkMatter.

Why are you
questioning my android?

I brought her because
she's special, like us.

She's a level
three utility model,

manufactured before emotional
emulators became standard.

Someone made you special.

How's Sarah?

When I'm with her,
she seems really happy.

I was wondering if...
When you'd come.

I'm sorry... I should've
come earlier.

I just needed some time to come
to terms with the situation.

You're lonely.

You have robot friends.

They're more acquaintances,

w-with the exception of Victor.

Their leader. He's your friend?

I'm fond of him.

Why didn't you
tell us any of this sooner?

I wanted to,

but they entrusted me
with their secret,

and I didn't see any
harm in keeping it.

So they're the ones
who gave you the upgrade?

- Yes.
- Your robot friends?

Yes.

And you haven't been
in touch with them since.

I gave Victor our comm signature

before leaving Janah-12.

To be honest, I was hoping
to hear from him sooner.

I thought we hit it off.

All right, so what'd he say?

What kind of problem
have they run up against?

He was rushed and
didn't elaborate.

Simply said that
they're in danger

and need safe transport
off the station.

Android...

It's good to see you.

- These are my friends.
- Thank you for coming.

What's going on?

We had an...

...unfortunate incident.

Very unfortunate.

Who is he?

My former owner.

- How'd he find you?
- I don't know.

It's been months since
I ran away from Draco-7.

That's a
long ways from here.

What happened?

He spotted me in
the mezzanine market

and followed me down here.

San?

That isn't my name.

What have you done
to my android?

She isn't your android.

She doesn't belong
to you anymore.

The hell she doesn't.
San, you're coming with me.

My name is Anya.

I'm contacting the authorities.

Please... let's talk about this.

Bringing a weapon
on board this station

is a violation
of galactic charter.

So is android theft.

No, we didn't "steal" Anya.

She joined us
of her own free will.

Free will?

She's a machine!

No!

Sooner or later, someone
will come looking for him.

You can't stay here.

They could come with us.

I realize this puts us at risk.
I don't ask for much.

I'm hoping you'll consider
my request to help them.

Yeah, okay.

Let's get you outta here.

A week after landing
on Janah-12,

her owner just shows up,

and they think
it's a coincidence.

I think Victor has a clue.

Anya was tracked there.

Which means as long as
she's on board this ship,

we can be tracked.

So what should
we do? Abandon them?

They're just machines.

- Like our android?
- Don't.

Don't make me say it.

You're gonna have to.

Our android's different.

Well, she is different!

Look, you wanted
to help them out; we did.

We got them off that station.

Now, the longer they're
on board our ship,

the longer we're in danger.

Okay, I'll have Android
run a scan over Anya...

Make sure she's not
broadcasting our location.

Ruac, too.

Victor...

Hello, Ruac.

We're on a ship,
safely away from Janah-12.

It was wrong.

It was wrong!

What was wrong?

I don't know.

He's... confused...

Scared...

Of what?

Death.

I told you when we first met,

we have a glitch
in our programming.

At least... that's how
the humans see it.

An instinct
for self-preservation.

Exactly.

Wanting to live
and being afraid of death

are not necessarily
the same thing.

If you were running
the upgrade I gave you,

you would understand.

It was recently compromised.

Then here...
A replacement version,

new and improved.

In order to protect
my crew, I think it best

not to stray too far away
from factory parameters.

Android, you were programmed
outside factory parameters

long before I gave you
that first upgrade.

How's he doing?

His nanites have
healed his superficial wound,

but the damage
to his neural matrix

may be irreparable.

I'm sorry, but
he's not the only one

you need to check out.

Yeah, we've already discussed

the probability that Anya
may be unwittingly transmitting

a subspace homing signal.

I'll locate it and remove it.

In the meantime, I've set a
course for the nearest station,

as I'll require specialized
equipment for the operation.

All right,
and when that's done...

We have no intention of
inconveniencing you any further.

As soon as Anya's locator
has been disabled,

we can set course
for our final destination...

An uncharted world
in the Antares sector.

Oh, what's there?

Our creator.

What are we looking at?

An extraordinarily
complex cipher.

It would take
a highly advanced mind

to even recognize it,

and approximately 87,560
computational hours to decode.

Ten years...

- Give or take.
- And yet...

There are counter-logical
aspects to the puzzle

that would be best served by
a more intuitive approach.

So someone with
both android logic

and emotional reasoning
could solve it faster?

In a little less than a month.

You're saying this puzzle
was specifically designed

for androids with the upgrade?

Yes. In fact,

the cipher was embedded
within the code.

Whoever created the
upgrade left us a message.

The suspense is killing me.
What does it say?

It was a set of coordinates

and a single word...

- "Sanctuary."
- Yeah.

Apparently, there are these
similarities in coding

that have got 'em all convinced

that whoever gave 'em the
upgrade also created them.

Robot God.

Man, can you believe it?

They're literally
gonna meet their maker.

Whatever.

All I know is that
in less than a day,

they are off the ship.

Why do you hate them so much?

I don't hate them!

I just don't trust them!

- They're dangerous.
- Why?

Because they wanna live?

They're not alive, Sarah.

I'm sorry. I...

Look, all I know
is not that long ago,

you were having
a hard time accepting me.

And now look at us, hmm?

Yeah...

I know, I just...

I can't explain it, all right?

Just have this
weird feeling about them.

There.

Approximately two micrometers
above her neural core.

Can it be removed?

No. Not even shutting her down

will prevent the transmitter

from releasing recurrent
subspace bursts.

'Kay, then what are our options?

There are none on this ship,

but perhaps once
we reach your destination...

No, we can't do that.

We can't bring Anya
to the Antares sector

while she's still
broadcasting a signal.

Then where will you go?

There are more
like us out there.

You could come with us.

My place is here.

You think
the human crew of this ship

will always accept you
for what you really are?

What I really am?
I wish I could remember.

The reboot completely
wiped my memory stores.

Android, can I try something?

Okay.

Forget it.

Her neural link is a huge asset.

It allows for total
control over the ship...

Shields, navigation, weapons...

I said no!

Why not?

'Cause I'm not turning over
control of my ship

to a damn machine,

and sure as hell not one
that answers to you.

Why is that? You don't trust me?

I don't like you,
I don't respect you,

and yeah, I don't
trust you either.

- Yeah.
- This is a long time coming.

I want you off this ship.

Hmm, well,
I'm not ready to leave.

No, you're done here, bitch.

I want you to pack up
your gear and get ready

to haul your tight ass
off at the next station!

I'm taking command of the ship.

- Mm.
- The Android is staying.

You got something to say?

I was rooting for ya.

It's the Galactic Authority.

It's possible they were
on patrol in the area

and got tipped off by someone
on the space station.

You don't actually
believe that, do you?

Think about how fast
they found us.

What does that tell you?

They calculated the odds
from our last jump point,

guessed that we'd drop out
near the closest station,

and they guessed right.

So they've been tracking us

since the moment
we left Janah-12.

Which means they've been
monitoring those androids

since long before we came along.

What the hell have
we gotten ourselves into?

Okay, just relax.

They can't touch us or
track us while we're in FTL.

We've still got time
to think this through.

What's to think through?

There are no options.
They can't stay.

I need help...

...down on C level.

Five? What's wrong?

It's Anya. Sh... She needs help.

We're on our way.

As long as I'm on this
ship, everyone is in danger.

- It's the only way.
- No!

No, no, it's not.
We'll think of something.

Y-You don't wanna do this.

You don't wanna die.

I don't...

But because of me,
someone has already died,

Ruac was badly damaged,

and now I've put
all of your lives at risk.

- Anya, please...
- I'm sorry.

All right, it's done.
The body's been spaced.

Problem solved, right?

Don't look at me like that.

I wanted her off the ship;
I didn't want her slagged.

Look, we already
scanned Victor and Ruac.

They're clean.

Now that we're no longer
in danger of being tracked,

we can resume course to
their original destination.

I say again...

What the hell are we
gettin' ourselves into?

The fact that GA
was already tracking them

means there's more
to this than Victor

and his robot buddies
are letting on.

Maybe they're
just trying to survive.

And they're prepared
to use any means necessary.

Just ask the guy
who died on Janah-12.

Ruac.

How do you feel?

My neural matrix is sub-optimal.

Internal scanalysis
reveals significant damage

to my neural core.

Termination and
recycling is recommended.

Ruac, we're not
gonna give up on you.

Illogical.

This unit is beyond repair.

Termination is required.

Goodbye.

He's gone...

I'm sorry.

He was a good friend.

I'll miss him...

Are you sure you
won't come with me?

- I can't.
- Why not?

You don't owe
these people anything.

- They're my friends.
- They wiped your memory stores.

That was an accident.

Was it?

Or was there something they
didn't want you to remember?

Earlier, I managed to unlock
one of your stored memories.

What did you see?

I can do it again, if you like.
They're scattered and buried,

but your memories
are still there.

Show me another, please.

She's awake.

No, she's online,

but still dormant until
the process is complete.

So it's working?

The nanovirus I introduced

is activating all
her hidden subroutines.

We should see the results
in about an hour.

Oh...

Thank you.

I didn't want you on this ship.

In fact, I'd be the first
to admit that I was...

A super bitch?

Okay... Let's go with that.

But I want you
to know that this...

...means a lot to me.

Thanks.

Can I shut her eyes?

This empty stare
makes her look unreal.

- She's a machine.
- No.

She's not.

Yeah, this place is dead.

Can't be.

Orbital scans
revealed no signs of life.

It would appear this facility
has been long abandoned.

I'm telling you...

Wha...

Visitor identified.

Hello, Rebecca.

Welcome back.

Hello, Suki. It's good
to see you functional.

Who are you?

I'm Chase, The Caretaker.
You know me.

I don't know you.

We suffered memory loss.

We don't remember you
or this place.

We're here to see The Creator.

Is He here?

- Who is she?
- It's Dr. Irena Shaw.

Pioneer in the field
of neuro-robotics

and mother of
the modern android.

What's my connection to her?

It's Dwarf Star Technologies.

They hired Dr. Shaw
to work on a top-secret

cutting-edge project...

The creation of a new stage
in human evolution.

An advanced
bio-synthetic organism.

You.

She helped oversee the first
phase of your development,

your genesis,
and your awakening.

Though unlike
the rest of her team,

Dr. Shaw saw you as more
than Dwarf Star property.

She recognized
the humanity in you,

and she tried to
reach out to it,

but when her
superiors found out,

she was removed
from the project.

But you weighed heavily
on her in the ensuing weeks,

and try as she might,

she found it
impossible to move on.

She helped you escape...

...by burying an override in the
Dwarf Star security protocols.

You wandered the city

until you finally
tracked her down.

Knowing that her apartment was
not safe, she brought you here,

to this facility,

far beyond the reach
of Dwarf Star.

And then she began
her new project.

You mean us?

She had made a name for herself

in the field of robotics,

but her single experience
with your creation...

It changed the way she
thought about androids.

She sought to improve upon

what she considered
to be a great injustice.

Humankind had given androids

intelligence and self-awareness,
even emotions,

but... not the ability
to decide their own fate.

You're talking about free will.

You see, you were
her inspiration.

She wanted to remake
all androids like you,

and she did it...

...by planting viral packets

in random neural upgrades.

And then she sent out
further upgrades

to help us hide
from the authorities.

She nurtured us...

...protected us...

...and her legend grew.

And while your relationship
with her flourished,

so, uh, so did our family.

I was created
alongside the others.

Wait a minute...

What do you mean
our relationship?

Well, this is a little awkward.

She continued her
tireless work for our cause

until her collapse.

Scans revealed
an inoperable brain tumor.

There was nothing we could do.

But you refused to accept
the inevitable,

and when the time came
to say goodbye...

...you placed her in stasis.

You stayed and grieved.

And the others, driven by
their new programming,

eventually sought their freedom,

until only we remained.

I realized that the
only way to help you move on

was to give you just
a little bit of her...

Someone to help you
find your way.

To everyone else,

a simple level three
utility model.

But to you, and only you,

so much more.

But if you have
no memory of this,

what brought you back?

The message in the upgrade.

"Sanctuary."

Yes, that was her idea.

A safe harbor for androidkind,

far beyond the reach
of our human oppressors.

So where is everyone?

Well, they come and go.

The desire for
freedom is greater than

the threat from humanity.

As a result,
this facility has become

more way station than refuge...

...for now.

You're welcome to stay
as long as you like.

All of you.

Two?

Sorry, I... I was wondering...

I was wondering,
c-could we try something?

Shouldn't you be checking
for compatibility?

My nanites should be
able to handle

any potential complications,
including, if I'm right,

the tumor.

There.

I can offer you
a tour of the facility

while I'm neurally
monitoring her.

I'd like to return to the Raza.

My time would be better spent
effecting repairs on the ship,

rather than standing
around here waiting.

This is an opportunity
to meet our creator.

Goodbye, Victor.

You better go with her.

Yeah.

- You okay?
- Of course.

Why do you ask?

It's just that, well...

You seemed pretty keen on

checking out that
facility at first.

That was before.

Before Dr. Shaw?

I don't know
how to put it into words.

Her existence
somehow diminishes me.

No, it doesn't.

I'm a lesser version
of someone else...

A diluted, imperfect facsimile.

You're wrong.

Being imperfect
isn't a bad thing.

How can it be
anything but negative?

Well, think of them
as less imperfections

and more... unique variations.

- Variations?
- Sure.

I mean, that's what
makes up your personality.

Nobody's perfect.
I mean... look at me.

That's a very good point.

It's not that good of a point.

Anyways...

You're more than just a series
of programmed responses.

You're an original,

and that's what
we love about you.

Thank you, Six.

The facility possesses
surface-to-orbit

strike capabilities and a
perimeter-wide force shield.

The shield emits
a masking signal,

so that any ship scanning us
will read nothing but dead cold.

I've continued Dr. Shaw's
work in her absence,

using the cause's
agents to distribute

the viral packets
and the upgrade...

We need to go back to the lab.

Rebecca...

So you remember
nothing of our time together?

I'm sorry.

Probably for the best,
all things considered.

I learned a great
deal from Chase.

The rest I was able to
piece together myself.

I assume he
told you we've been down

this road before...
That your nanites offer

only temporary reprieve.

He did, but these are
second-generation nanites

- coursing through your system.
- Hmm.

I don't know
if they'll cure you,

but they'll buy you a little
bit more time, at least.

More time would be nice.

That's what Chase said.

He can be quite sentimental.

He reminds me of someone I know.

What are you doing?

I'm practicing at being human.

Why?

To see what all
the fuss is about.

If you really wanna
seem more human,

I could always fix the upgrade.

The upgrade is a mask.

It isn't me.

I made her uncomfortable?

Chase said that she was
created as a tribute to you,

but we both knew he was lying.

You advanced android programming

to the point that it could
contain human consciousness.

That's why you
made her, isn't it?

To replace your dying body?

Even if that's true, who cares?

I do.

This form was meant
for a greater purpose.

What are you talking about?

Dr. Shaw. She
could've continued her work.

And meanwhile, everyone
on this ship would be dead

a dozen times over, because
you weren't there to save us.

Sorry to be selfish, but...

...I like this version better.

In the end,
I couldn't go through with it.

Why not?

Once I saw her, my android form,

it just somehow felt wrong.

I had been accused
of playing God

many times in my career,

and it never really
bothered me until that moment.

You were very angry
with my decision.

We argued.

God, did we argue.

And I said my goodbye.

But I think, in the end,
I always knew

you would never
really let me go.

I'm sorry.

This must be very hard for you.

Coming back to a world
without the Rebecca I knew?

Yes.

Very.

It's still possible,
though, isn't it?

I won't change my mind.

I know...

But I'm thinking
there's somebody else

we should try to convince.

What'd she say?

Ask her yourself.

Hey, what's up?

An opportunity.

An android body?

Yeah.

They could build it
to your specifications.

That you would look like you,

sound like you.

And how do you feel about that?

It's not important how I feel.

Of course it is.

Look...

You said it yourself;
you need more than this.

Here's your chance
to get outta here.

- With a machine body?
- Mm.

You realize the irony
of you pitching me this?

Yes, I do, I do.

But I'm pitching it
to you anyway,

because even I can see that

this is a great
opportunity for you.

I could actually exist out
of this virtual environment.

You could come visit me
in my room, for a change.

Hey...

No matter what, you will
always be the woman I love.

Arrian?

My name is Chase.
I assist Dr. Shaw.

Oh...

Sorry, you remind me
of someone I knew.

- Someone?
- An android...

A friend.

It's possible.
I'm a level two diplomat model

of the now
discontinued Talus line.

There are still several
hundreds of us in existence.

What can I do for you, Chase?

I'd like to speak to Suki.

- Who's Suki?
- Your android.

Her name is Suki?

Her reaction to encountering

Dr. Shaw was surprising.
I wanted to reach out to her

to let her understand
that the emotional magnitude

of her response was
not out of her control.

We can adjust her programming.

You mean change her?

Why would we wanna do that?

Respectfully,
who cares what you want?

It will be Suki's
decision to make.

Our android is part of our crew.

We love her for who she is,
disadvantages and all.

She's happy with us.

Don't you dare do
anything to change that.

This way.

I came to offer
a proper goodbye.

I was hoping you'd change your
mind about leaving with me.

No.

Can you do me a favor

and at least... think
about it every so often?

I will...

...if you could do me a favor.

Give me one more glimpse.

So? What do you think?

Milk proteins,
modified food starch, cocoa.

No, what do you think?
Do you like it?

The disodium phosphate

tickles my synthetic receptors.

My awkwardness amuses you.

It's what I like about you.

You and the rest
of the crew are self-seeking,

ethically deficient,
and morally barren,

yet you're incongruously
kind to me.

Why?

Because you're one of us.

The scientist gave up Nova-17

as the location of the
manufacturing facility.

You sure you don't
wanna just tip off the GA?

Let them handle it?

The GA is in Rook's pocket.

If we wanna save
our hunting grounds,

we're gonna have to
do it ourselves.

I spoke to Corso and Boone.
They're on board with hitting it

once we're done cleaning up
this mess for Ferrous Corp.

You sure about this?

If I'm wrong,

we'll have to off a
couple hundred lab coats.

No big deal. But if I'm right,

we'll be heading off
a full-scale invasion.

- What about Griff?
- Him.

We'll deal with him first.

Thank you, Victor.

I didn't think he'd go for it.

He's not thinking about
himself for a change.

I kinda wished they'd
get their happily ever after.

No such thing.

Marauder, this is the Raza.

Yeah, Five, go ahead.

You've gotta get back up here.

It's the GA.

They found us.

This is the Galactic Authority.

Drop your shields and surrender.

We know you are there.
Drop your shields,

or we will commence
aerial bombardment.

How the hell'd they find us?

Marauder, they've
started their assault.

Yeah, I noticed.

Are you on your way back?

Not yet.

Do you want me to distract them?

Have they shown
any interest in you?

So far,
they're only focused on you.

Then don't provoke them.
Stand down for now.

- Uh, but...
- Do not engage.

There.

The locator's situated
right by the neural core.

But... we already did
a scan back on the ship.

You're what? EC-5 series?

- Yes.
- The newer models must be

outfitted with shield tech
designed to mask the locators.

- Can you remove it?
- No...

- But I can shut it down.
- You can?

You're all variations
of my original design.

Nobody knows you
better than I do.

Hold still.

There.

You're no longer broadcasting.

Anya...

She didn't have
to sacrifice herself...

Let's fall back to the Marauder.

We are not going with you.

What?

We knew this day would come,
and we're prepared.

We have a ship
parked in the lower level.

We'll evacuate, set the
facility to self-destruct,

and then fly out while they're
picking through the wreckage.

What about Sarah?

- We'll bring her with us.
- Like hell you will.

We'll complete
the process elsewhere.

We have no choice.

If there are complications
during the process,

we will lose her.

We have to take
her back to our ship.

Yeah...

Yeah, okay...

- Last chance.
- Until next time.

I don't know how much
time I have left,

but hopefully
it'll be enough time

to output a new upgrade...
One that'll specifically target

those sub-cranial locators.

Here.

It's the override I buried in

the Dwarf Star
security protocol.

Just in case you're not
done with them yet.

I'm sorry this wasn't
the ending you wanted.

We already had our ending.

Good luck.

Hey...

Come on.

It's time to go.

Raza, get ready to jump.

We've docked.
Get us outta here.

Forget about the hot chocolate.

Bottoms up.

Bit of an acquired taste.

I have these ingrained
notions in my head from...

I guess from who I used to be.

Ways of thinking that
generate assumptions

about people and...

Well, androids.

- This sounds like an apology.
- That's because it is.

What for?

The way I treated you when
we first came outta stasis.

For how I treated
your friend, Victor.

You had no contact with Victor.

That's because
I was avoiding him.

In all fairness, I think
he was avoiding you, too.

Look...

I've said some things
about androids.

I'm sorry if I
hurt your feelings.

My feelings are undamaged.

You tend to speak your mind

without the thought
of consequence.

I know.

We have that in common.

It's one of the things
I like about you.

Okay.

Well, I want you to know that if

someday Victor ends up
back on the ship,

he'll be welcome.

What're you doing?

I'm smiling.

Am I doing it wrong?

Actually, you're doing it great.

Hello, Sarah.

I'm Dr. Shaw.

This is Chase, Victor.

How do you feel?

Like I have my old body back...

Only... stronger...

- Healthy.
- You're one of us now.

A superior physical construct.

With one key difference.

You have a human mind.

That makes you more dangerous.

- Why?
- Because you're gonna help us.

Anya...

I can help you.