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Come in.

Hey! Welcome back.

You're early.

Yeah, well, if you spent a week
with my parents,

you'd want to come
back to work too.

You have a restful
trip at least?

Yeah, you know, for
the most part.

How are your mom and dad?

My mom's good, my
dad's also good.

He's his usual self.

Work hard, play hard?

I think the Fleet's
the only thing keeping him

from pursuing a full-time career
as an alcoholic,

but if the uniform's on,
we can handle it.

Sounds relaxing.

Compared to the
trip back, yeah.

I put my report in your file.

Report? You were on vacation.

I picked up the residue of a
Kaylon quantum signature

out by the Avior system.

It was pretty faint, so my guess
is they're long gone,

but anything near this sector
is concerning.

What the hell would they
be doing out here?

No idea. But I thought
the Captain should know.

I'll make him aware.

Permission to return to duty?

Go to it.

It's good to have you back.

Oh, my God, these are insane.
Are you kidding me?

Ooh. What are they called?

Xelayan chocolate trusses.
My mom makes them.

This is the most dense chocolate
I've ever tasted.

Heavy gravity, heavy desserts.

Bortus, you want one?

No thank you. I am dieting.

Since when?

My shore leave is in 30 days.

Klyden and I are visiting
the Belajok Sea on Moclus.

Lieutenant Malloy has advised me
to get my...

"summer body."

You'll thank me.
Klyden'll thank me, too.

Captain. This is most peculiar.

I am detecting narrow-band
electromagnetic emissions

from the surface of Narran 1,

13.4 light-years
from our present position.

That's impossible.
You must be reading it wrong.

Negative. I am incapable
of error.

Narran 1 is a barren rock.
It always has been.

Sir, I'm reading it too.

Coherent pulses, not
background noise.

Maybe somebody's down there.
Mining crew or something.

The electromagnetic emanations
are far too numerous.

Such intense and modulated signals

can only be produced
by the collective energy output

of a substantial population
of life forms.

Gordon, alter course
for Narran 1.

Aye, sir.

Isaac?

Scans are showing
industrial power sources

and transportation networks,

which would indicate
the presence

of multiple advanced cities,

all operating at a 25th-century
level of development.

Planet-wide population
8.5 billion,

concentrated mainly
in the northern hemisphere.

It has to be a mistake.

Mercer to Lamarr.

Confirm forward scanners
are functioning properly.

Confirmed, Captain.
I'm seeing it here too.

I have no explanation.

Every Union record
of Narran 1,

every scan ever taken,
shows a desolate world.

That is correct, Commander.
However, this scan does not.

Talla, hail them.

Hailing.

Nothing. Let me try a
different channel.

Scans show they have
the infrastructure

for communication,
they're just not answering.

Gordon, prep a shuttle.

You, Bortus, and Talla
are with Kelly and I.

Mercer to Lamarr, report to
the bridge and take the conn.

- Charly.
- Aye, sir.

Gordon, verify landing coordinates.

Verified, Commander.

We should be looking
at downtown Manhattan.

Set us down.

So much for our day
in the big city.

Forget the city,
this shouldn't even be here.

There are no forests
on Narran 1.

Scans are confirming
what we're seeing.

These trees go on for thousands
of square kilometers.

Grayson to Orville.

Lamarr here, Commander.

I was just about to contact you.

What are your scans showing?

The cities are gone, sir.

We're reading dense vegetation.
Forest all across the continent.

Captain.

Look at this.

What is it?

Life forms.

Several hundred humanoids,
in that direction.

All right, let's go.

Sir? Weapons?

Yeah.

What the hell...?

Mercer to Lamarr.

Lamarr here. Go ahead.

Scan the immediate vicinity
of our location.

We're just reading
the landing party, sir.

Just the
landing party? Nothing else?

Like what?

A high school?

Say again, Commander?

A high school.
Like a 21st-century high school.

Lamarr, are you reading
a structure of any kind?

Negative.

Just plant life.

What is this place?

An old Earth high school

in the middle of the forest
on an alien plant.

Completely normal. How's
your day going?

Captain.

We are not alone.

Mercer to Orville.

Mercer to Orville.
Lamarr, do you read?

Talla.

Come on.

Um, do you mind?

What?

You're like right in
front of my locker.

Captain.

They read as human.

Excuse me.

Hm?

Where are we?

We're in the hallway?

Who are you?

Ashley.

This is a fun conversation,
but I have to get to bio.

Hey, hey. Um, what's
today's date?

Uh, I think it's the 19th?

No, no, th-the year.
What's the year?

What are you, high?

Possibly, that's what I'm
trying to find out.

Could it be time travel?

I don't know...
somehow I don't think so.

All right, first things first,
we need to find a way out.

Kelly and I will search
this direction,

the rest of you check
those corridors down there.

We'll meet back here
in ten minutes.

Have you tried a subsurface
tomographic analysis

of the planet? - Affirmative.

I have also run a
full biometric scan.

The shuttle appears
to be intact,

but there is no trace
of the landing party.

All right.
I'm sending down a rescue team.

Sir, that may not be wise.

If they have been harmed,

the same fate could befall
a second contingent.

They're our crewmates, Isaac.

The Kaylon may throw people away
like garbage, but we don't.

It is not my intent
to minimize the value

of the missing officers.

I merely suggest--

Hey, we don't have time
to argue.

Isaac, prep a second shuttle,

and take a security detail
down to the surface.

And bring Dr. Finn. They
may be injured.

Yes, sir.

So, by 1914,

when things were close
to a boiling point,

the European nations
found themselves

divided into two factions:

the Triple Entente,

which included
Russia, England, and France,

and the Triple Alliance,

which consisted of
Germany, Italy...

Can I help you?

Perhaps.

I am looking for a way out.

Well, I think you should talk
to the guidance counselor.

This is History 103.

Are you supposed to
be in this class?

Hey! Just what in the hell
do you think you're doing?

Hey, hey, hey, knock it off!

Okay, if the two of you
don't leave right now,

I'm calling the principal's
office!

It's impenetrable,
just like the doors.

It could be a forcefield
of some kind.

Out, now!

Where's Gordon?

Hey! Hey! What the hell!

Uggh!

What the hell is going on?
Who are you guys?

- Shut up!
- What-- Uggh!

Randall wants his
money, asshole!

Who the hell is Randall?

You're pissing him off, and
you're pissing us off,

- now where is it?
- Guys,

I-I seriously have no idea
what you're talking about.

I don't even know where I am.

Look! His comscanner.

Come on, where is it,
you little bitch?

I swear to God,
I have no idea.

Okay, okay!
I'll get him...

I'll get him his money, okay?

I-I-I just don't have it
right now.

All right? I-I need a
little more time!

You got till 3:15 to pay up,

or Randall's gonna put you
in a world of shit, you got me?

Yeah. Yeah, yes. I gotcha.

- Yeah?
- Uggh!

Lieutenant. Are you all right?

Yeah, I think so.

- What happened?
- Those guys jumped me.

Who were they?

I have no idea, they
wouldn't tell me.

My God, what happened?

I'm okay, Commander.
I just had a little run-in.

- With who?
- Bullies.

- What did they want?
- Money.

They said I have till 3:15
to pay some guy named Randall.

Captain. His wounds are real.

Which means that even
if this is a hallucination...

we can be hurt.

We need answers.

Now what?

Find someone who
looks friendly.

May we sit with you?

No.

Why not?

Because our table's full.

There are several
available seats.

Not for you.

I am prepared to take
them by force.

Bortus. Let's look
someplace else, huh?

You have a five-head.

- It's not true.
- No, you don't.

Hey. Can we sit here?

Sure.

Jeez, what happened to you?

Maybe you can tell me.

Do any of you know a
guy named Randall?

Yeah, of course.

Oh, wait, dude, that's you?

Well, I don't know. I-I w--
I was just told I owe him money.

Yeah, everybody's been
talking about it.

Dude, you gotta pay him.

Pay him for what? Who is he?

You pay him not
to beat you up.

We've all been through it.

I had to do it all
freshman year.

Then I got like massive
on TikTok

and he stopped messin' with me

'cause my followers would
flame his Gram.

What?

They're saying that
he's gonna

come looking for you
after school

unless he gets the money.

Where do we find this guy?

He hangs out behind
the bleachers.

And, what happens if
I don't pay him?

You should pay him.

All systems ready
for departure.

Let's go.

Come on, this could
be our way out.

There's no sign
of the shuttle.

Grayson to Orville.

Ideas, anyone?

Perhaps this "Randall"
could give us some information.

Wait-wait, the Randall
who just had me beat up?

The guy who wants to kill me?

It's the only lead we have.
Maybe we can talk to him.

All right, let's find
the bleachers.

Great.

We're looking for Randall.

You found him.

Oh, shit!

What the hell is
going on here?

I'm gonna have
to ask you folks

to please take your seats.

We'll be landing soon.

What do we do?

I guess we sit.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the Captain has turned off
the fasten seat belt sign

and you are now free
to move about the cabin.

For your continued safety,
we require...

It's the same as before.

Pressurized oxygen atmosphere.

As far as the scans can tell,
this is an ancient aircraft.

Captain.

Something happened when that
creature had me in the air.

What do you mean?

It was like my whole
brain froze.

You know, I-I was there, but...

but I wasn't.

- Were you in shock?
- No, no, no.

I-I mean, yeah, I was,
but I've been in shock before.

This-- this was something different.

Perhaps whatever is causing
these hallucinations

is affecting our minds
in other ways.

We don't know
if these are hallucinations.

I mean, you said yourself,
Gordon's injuries are real.

And, I think until we get
to the bottom of this,

we have to assume that
everything is.

Finn to Orville.

Lamarr here.

We've reached the surface.

It's exactly what it's
supposed to be.

Completely desolate.

Scans do not detect
any other life forms.

We appear to be alone.

Any sign of the Captain's
shuttle?

It's here, at its
original landing coordinates.

Stand by.

Finn to Orville.

They're gone.

Um, excuse me, ma'am?

Hi. Uh, I'm a pilot, and I just
wanted to let you know

that if the folks in the cockpit
need any help, I'm here.

You're in good hands,
but I'll let them know.

Thank you.

What's wrong?

Well, these old planes

were generally at the mercy
of the atmosphere, but...

feels like they're goin'
outta their way

to hit the rough stuff.

Every time we hit a smooth patch
of altitude,

they climb or they dip.

What happens if we get hit?

Well, planes used to get
hit by lightning

more often than you think.

Even old ones like this
were designed to withstand it.

That's not what's worrying me.

Oh!

Flight attendants, please
take your seats.

Gordon, what's going on?

I'm going up there.

Excuse me. Hey, you
can't go in there!

Sir, what are you doing?

Talla, get this door open.
Ma'am!

Ma'am, you can't go in there!

Oh, my God.

I need you to take your seats!
Sir? Excuse me!

Are you out of your mind?
There's no one flying the plane!

I'm
sorry, but I need all of you to

go back to your seats and fasten
your seat belts right now.

Sir? You need to return
to your seat immediately!

Sir, I need you to g--

Sorry. It was distracting.

You know how to fly
one of these things?

We're about to find out.

Okay, altimeter, air speed, VSI,
flight director.

Fuel gauge light's on.
Oh, man.

Fuel's low.

- How low?
- Low.

See if you can spot a
patch of open space.

It's all mountains out there.

Better hope not,
'cause if it is, we're dead.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no!

- What?
- Engines are out.

There!

Flaps! I'm gonna have
to glide her in!

Come on, baby, come on! Come on!

Grab onto something!

Hang on, this is gonna be rough!

Come on, let's go!

What the hell?

Where are we?

Captain. Your head.

I'll be all right.

Are you sure?

Well, there's not much
I can do about it.

There is an open
chamber, that way.

You know that feeling
you said you had,

when the creature attacked you?

- Yeah.
- I felt it too.

It was right before we crashed.
It was almost like...

like I was somewhere else.

Yes. Exactly.

Like, like your mind
wasn't your own.

I wish Claire were here.
We could both use a brain scan.

What is this place?

It is a Moclan morgue.

Wait, so those...
those pods...

They contain the dead.

We never should've
left the ship.

I should've smelled something
was wrong at the start.

Let's look for an exit.

Why do you... hang
them like this?

We honor the dead by raising
them for a period of nine days.

Traditionally, it
is to allow them

to resolve any unfinished
affairs on Moclus

before moving onward.

Oh, that's considerate.

Jesus...

Bortus?

Uggh!

Bortus, are you okay?

I...

f-felt it.

Felt what?

I was...

for a moment...

outside my own body.

Come on.

Orville to Isaac.

Anything yet?

According to the scanner logs,

the landing party arrived
without incident.

All five departed the shuttle.

After that, there is no record
of their whereabouts.

All right. You've done
everything you can down there.

Return to the ship.

Maybe there's something wrong

with the shuttle's systems. Negative.

My diagnostic
indicates full functionality.

Well then, what if we sent out
a search party?

It's a big planet,
Doctor. We need a lead.

Besides, we've already had
one team vanish,

we can't risk two.

Return to the ship.

Captain, there's a portal
about a thousand meters down.

Looks like an exit.

What's, uh, directly beneath us?

Scans show nothing.

Bottomless. Terrific.

Now where are we?

This is Lake Ruell.

On Xelayah.

Well, I guess
now we know

this is all an illusion.

- How?
- Gravity.

If we were on Xelayah,
we'd be dead.

What is that?

It's a pattern.
Repeated intervals.

Communication?

Possibly.

From who?

Whoever's behind all this?

Or someone else
in the same boat.

Or a trap.

Captain. Look.

All right. Talla.

You, Gordon, and I will take it
across the lake,

find out what that is.

Ed, you should stay
here. I'll go.

If there's a possibility--

That's a nasty head injury,

whether you want to
admit it or not.

You could have a concussion
for all we know.

If we encounter anything
hostile over there,

I don't want you putting
yourself at further risk.

Is that an order, Commander?

Yes, it is.

All right.

Be careful.

That's also an order.

Um... guys?

I saw it. Let's keep moving.

What the hell is that?

It's big, whatever it is.

Wait. Look.

What happened to the light?

Commander!

Kell. Are you all right?

Yeah. I'm, I'm okay.

Captain. When we were
under, I felt this--

Let me guess, same
thing we all felt.

Out of your own body.

I felt it too. Right before I
lost consciousness.

No. That's enough.

If you can hear me,

whatever this goddamn
game is, it's over!

We're done!

So either kill us or let us go,

because we are done
with this bullshit!

Well, so, now where do we go?

Anywhere but there.

This time we're not
taking the bait. Come on.

What is it?

A power signature.

Emanating from that cave.

I'd say we've found
our culprit.

Bortus?

It appears to be a holographic
power generator of some kind.

The projection radius
is significant.

Ow!

There is an axionic
shield in effect.

Thanks for telling me.

Its frequency is constant.
I believe I can deactivate it.

The shield has been neutralized.

What do you want to do?

It's Narran 1.

The real Narran 1.

Right where we parked it.

Mercer to Orville.

Lamarr here, sir!
What happened?

Are you all right?

We're okay.

I'll explain everything
once we're back on board.

Mercer out.

We should take these fragments
back with us,

have Isaac do an analysis.

Look at this.

It's a residual polarization

along the cognitive pathways
of the cerebral cortex, and...

it's present in all five of you.

So, whatever it was, it affected
all of us the same way.

This is evidence of a highly
invasive neurogenic scan.

Think of it as electromagnetic ayahuasca.

So, you're saying
we all just had a bad trip?

Partly.

Doctor, you saw our injuries.

I mean, Gordon got beat
up in a bathroom,

that's not a hallucination.

Bortus, you said
the device's power signature

indicated a holographic generator.

- That is correct.
- Well,

if you shut off the
safeties in our simulators,

you could be hurt.

Even killed.

Now, I'm just theorizing,

but if this were a technology

that combined neurogenic
and holographic elements,

in effect, they could
split the workload.

The holograms would
outline the environment,

and the neurogenic scan
would prompt the brain

to color it in.
It would explain

how such a small device

was able to create such
vast simulations.

To align and synchronize
such technologies

would require a highly
sophisticated operating system.

Who'd be capable
of that level of technology?

And, why those specific
illusions?

Lamarr to Captain.

Go ahead.

We've finished
our analysis of the fragments.

I think you better
come to the lab.

There are vestiges
of unfamiliar technology

present within the device's
components,

but the primary elements
appear to be of Kaylon design.

Oh, man... Talla.

You said you picked up
Kaylon quantum signatures

on your way back from Xelayah.

I did.

Then it's possible they planted
the device on Narran 1.

For what purpose?

Got me.

So the Kaylon have
figured out a way

to mess with our minds. Great.

It makes sense.

With the Krill at our side,
they can't outgun us.

But with this, they
may not need to.

If you can control someone's
perception of reality,

peaceful conquest is easy.

Between Talla's initial report
of Kaylon activity in the sector

and what we've discovered
on Narran 1,

I think there's something big
brewing out here.

It looks that way.

We'll dispatch a convoy

to begin a tactical survey
of the region.

They'll be escorting
a science vessel

with instructions to retrieve
the device fragments

and return them to Earth
for further study.

They'll rendezvous with
you at Narran 1.

Thank you, Admiral.

Keep me posted
with any new developments.

Halsey out.

Sir, we're being signaled
by the USS Franklin.

The convoy is two minutes out.

Tell them the fragments
are ready for transport.

Aye, sir.

Convoy is approaching
the system.

On screen.

Captain. Those are
not Union ships.

They are Kaylon vessels.

What?

It is a trap.

Bortus. Scan and confirm.

Scanning.

Verified. It is a Union convoy.

Captain. They are
Kaylon spheres.

It is possible there is another
neurogenic device in use.

You are being deceived.

Charge all weapons.
Prepare to go to quantum.

- Aye, sir.
- Whoa, hang on a second!

Captain, you're not just gonna
take his word for it?

If there is another
device in use,

Isaac is the only one
who wouldn't be affected.

Or, he's trying to trick us
into firing on our own ships

with their deflectors down.

- Why?
- With all due respect, sir,

do you have to ask?

I assure you, my statement
is accurate.

Is it? You don't know
what kind of sleeper programs

the Kaylon could've hidden
inside your head.

Sir, please, we can't trust him.

That's enough, Ensign.

The vessels are closing.

Go to red alert.
Gordon, bring us about.

- Evasive maneuvers!
- Aye, sir!

All sections reporting
heavy damage!

Engage quantum drive.

Helm is not responding, sir!

John! What's happening?
The quantum core

has been fractured, Commander!
We can't risk a breach!

Sir, I'm receiving
a transmission

from Lieutenant Keyali.

Thank God! Put her on.

Sir, it's not coming
from the planet.

Talla, can you hear me?

John? Yeah,
I hear you fine.

Are you on the bridge?

Yeah, I am.

Must be busy out there.

Well, yeah,
we've been trying to find you.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm... I'm fine.

I've been at the rendezvous
point for three hours.

What?
Yeah,

I mean, if you
don't want me back,

I'm happy to take
another week off,

but I'd rather get back to work.

Talla, we picked
you up hours ago.

You...

Say again?

We were at the rendezvous
point. We picked you up.

You went down to the
surface of Narran 1

with the Captain, Commander
Grayson, Bortus, and Gordon.

You all disappeared, and
we've been trying

to find you ever since.

John, I left Xelayah
two days ago.

I came straight here.

Look, just meet us in
orbit of Narran 1.

All right, I'll
see you in a bit.

Keyali out.

What the hell is going on?

Isaac. You're still
scanning, right?

Yes, sir.

Still no indication of
the landing party.

Return fire!

Tactical array is down!

Deflectors are failing!

Captain, the quantum
core has been breached!

Deflectors are gone!

So is the navigational array!
I have no helm control!

All hands abandon ship!
Repeat, all hands abandon ship!

What's happening?

Who are you?

Don't be afraid, Captain.
I'm not going to hurt anyone.

My name is Dinal.

Are you... responsible
for all this?

Guilty as charged.

You still look unsettled.

It's really okay. You can relax.

Can I offer you some tea?

We'll... pass, thanks.

I understand.

You want to know what's
been happening.

That'd be nice, yeah.

We never left the planet.

A point for Gordon!
You are correct.

What have you done
with Lieutenant Keyali?

Oh, she's fine, don't worry.

In fact, she's back aboard your
ship right now, safe and sound.

You still haven't told
us who you are.

You don't know me,
but you knew my ancestors.

Your ancestors...?

Oh, Kelly.

Our goddess, lord, and savior.

Or, more accurately,
a simple human woman

with a less-than-simple
relationship to our forebears.

About two years ago,
by your perception,

you encountered a
planet locked in

what you would call
a "multiphasic" orbit.

That's right.

Every 11 days, it would
enter our space,

and during that time,
it advanced 700 years.

And also during that time,

you watched as a religion
sprang up.

A religion devoted
to you,

thanks to your clumsiness
amid one of our...

more primitive eras.

I'm sorry for that.

Ancient history,
it's irrelevant.

Is that why you're here?
To check up on us?

No, no, we've been
watching you for some time.

And don't worry, we're
very discreet.

But, your significance
to our past

made you a logical choice.

Or, at least as good
as any other.

A choice, for what?

By your chronology,

roughly 50,000 years
have passed for us.

I won't bore you with
the details,

but suffice it to say...

we advanced.

You've evolved 50,000 years?

"Evolved" is an arcane term
in this case.

Evolution is blind and drunk.

It stumbles along by
trial and error

and emerges with a barely
adequate excuse for a being.

No offense.

None taken.

Long ago, we learned to take
the reins of evolution,

and guide it with a
greater efficiency.

Let's just say... things
moved faster.

A lot faster.

You're immortal.

Gold star, Captain.

The cultivation of the mind
becomes a lot less stressful

when you don't have to
worry about dying.

None of this explains why you
created these hallucinations.

Oh, everything you experienced
was real.

Think of them as custom-made
micro-universes,

tailored just for you.

The content was gathered
from your own minds,

and cultural databanks.

That's not what mattered.

What did matter is that
each of you experienced a moment

when you thought you
were going to die.

And, we were there
to experience it with you.

I apologize for the brief disorientation.

That's what happens
when you share a mind.

Why would you wish
to experience death?

Immortality has its rewards.

But after a while, the drive
to advance begins to atrophy.

Once you've seen it
all and done it all,

and time has no worth,
all that's left is...

idle play.

We've become complacent,

because none of us can conceive
of our own mortality.

That's why we had to see it
through your eyes.

Well, I'm glad you got
your existential rocks off,

but the fact is, you
put us through hell.

It was all in the interest
of knowledge.

You poke a worm to
see what it'll do,

you could still kill the worm.

Centuries ago,

my people used other species
for experimentation

in the name of knowledge.

Didn't take us 50,000 years
to realize it was wrong.

You were never in
any real danger.

I promise you that.

What's it like, immortality?

You outgrew your gods
and your nations, as we did.

You left your training
wheels behind

and you made it to the stars.

Your next hurdles are
really no different.

You simply must outgrow self.

These abstractions
that you inhabit for now:

"Captain", "Explorer",
"Husband"...

"Man"...

they are irrelevant when you
become one with the cosmos.

And, when you do...

sculpting a universe

will be as simple
as blinking an eye.

You're an interesting species.

We'll meet again.

Mercer to Orville.

Lamarr here, sir!

Are you okay?

We're all right.

We'll see you soon.

Sir, what happened?

We... ran into an old friend.

Mercer out.

Well, I'll tell you this:

here's to reality,
with all its troubles.

You know, it's interesting...

as far beyond us as
those people are,

there's one thing we
have in common:

neither of us can fathom
our own mortality.

We all know we're gonna die,

but it's impossible for us
to visualize it.

Oh, I can visualize it.

Yeah. Big funeral, lots
of people weeping,

wishing they'd been nicer to me.

I'm not talking about
your funeral,

I'm talking about
your actual death.

I mean, it's impossible.

I guess it'd be like a...
black emptiness?

Yeah, but even in
that scenario,

you're still there,
as an observer,

picturing that void.

Nonexistence is beyond
our capacity to imagine.

The only difference is,

they never have to
worry about it, we do.

Death is an essential
part of life.

It is a noble rite of passage.

Yeah, that's the conventional
philosophical wisdom, but,

it doesn't work for
me, never has.

You'd live forever
if you could?

Yup.

Why?

I want to see what happens.