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On the outer limit.

Tell me, who knows what an intron is?

Introns are the extra genetic material in our DNA that haven't been mapped

because they don't seem to code for anything.

I have developed a retroviral activator that activates introns.

I have in my hand the key to our future selves.

Are you sure about your genetic test?

Probably a few years. I'll start to get tremors. They'll take over a few years

after that. My liver's going to go. And then what? You've spent the past 20

years making obscure discoveries that I'm sorry, Dad, will not change the

That's nice.

You missed out, Dad.

You're missing the great adventure of life. It is passing you by.

I'm evolving.

First of all, I want to thank you all for coming. I appreciate it.

As you know, there are only eight people that I'm choosing to do this research,

and there are very specific requirements in order to qualify for this study.

I'm so happy to see all of you. Oh, I hope I haven't kept you waiting too

This is my son, Paul. And this is his girlfriend, Hope.

What is it?

That's what I was hoping you would tell me doctor

We've seeded your planet with our own genetic material to continue our raid

commute. We knew that when you reached the appropriate level of intelligence,

you would activate the remainder of our experiment in your own DNA.

That, in turn, would lead you to this craft.

At that time, you would return and report to us.

Tell us of your world as it evolved, without our interference.

If you have done as we intended.

This should be the one who has transformed and ate more.

Good examples of what our seed has wrought.

Young and healthy enough to withstand the journey.

Using this vessel that you see before you now, we look forward to welcoming

back home.

This could be very dangerous.

Could have left that message as much as 60 million years ago, or they could be

dead or gone, or at the very least, they could have forgotten about the

experiment.

Now, I intend to go, but I can't expect any of you to join me. That decision has

to be entirely yours.

When do we go?

And now, the story continues.

Mom? He's okay.

My dad knows what he's doing.

Well, that was quite refreshing.

Incredible. I can't believe we made it. We haven't made it anywhere yet. All

right, all right, settle down.

We are not through yet.

Dr. Nodale, can you tell us where we're going?

Do you know where we're going? All in good time, Kirby.

The first person who says, are we there yet, gets to walk home.

Pay attention.

This adventure is just beginning.

The odds go, the ancestors have already

foresaw.

Dad?

A great danger.

Dad, what's the matter?

I can't, Paul, I can't, my body, I can't let go. Dad?

Paul?

There is nothing wrong with your television. Do not attempt to adjust the

picture. We are now controlling the transmission.

We control the horizontal and the vertical.

We can delude you with a thousand channels or expand one single image to

clarity and beyond.

We can shape your vision to anything our imagination can conceive.

For the next hour, we will control all that you see and hear.

You are about to experience the awe and mystery which reaches from the deepest

inner mind to the outer limits.

Throughout the ages, humans have looked to the heavens and wondered, where did

we come from and where are we going? But will we find those answers in the stars

or in ourselves?

What the hell is going on here?

Where'd they go? They're gone.

I knew this wasn't going to happen.

Hope, it's going to be okay.

Let it go.

Let it go. It's going to be okay.

Hope, please just say something.

We are screwed.

We must have been out of our minds.

Jumping into a 60 -million -year -old spaceship like it was a school bus?

Like we were on a goddamn field trip?

Kirby, Kirby, shut up. What are we going to do now? I said shut up!

Guys, we have come too far to let this fall apart now.

Dr. Nodal was the only one who knew what was going on here.

We can't control the ship without him. We don't have to control it.

Look, Dr. Nodal said the ship was programmed to take us to the alien's

planet. So all we have to do is just sit back and... Then what?

Enjoy the ride?

Yeah, look where that got him.

Dr. Nodal knew what he was doing. Do you think he knew that touching that thing

was going to kill him?

Oh, God!

Oh, no!

We're creeping apart!

What was that?

Oh, they're moving.

Where did that come from?

What is that?

Oh, my God, this is incredible.

That's an understatement.

But the ship must have opened up for a reason. I think we need to figure out

why. Definitely.

Are you out of your mind? You saw what the ship did to Dr. Nodal and Paul.

This is an old ship.

What happened to them might have been a malfunction of some kind.

Malfunction?

The ship murdered them.

You don't know that. Maybe not.

But what if she's right?

The last place we should go is in there. I refuse to believe that the aliens

would go to all the trouble to get us onto the ship just to kill us off once

got in here.

Dr. Nodal was trying to uncover the origins of the human race, and he chose

to go with him.

He gave his life trying to complete our mission.

So did his son.

The least we could do to honor this sacrifice is pick it up from where they

off.

Yeah. I'm in.

Okay. Me too. Good.

Hey, look.

We don't know how long a flight's going to last.

So we need to figure out as much as possible about the ship as we can.

All right, so we're going to map it out as we go. So go ahead and get your

notebooks and your pens.

Everybody keep an eye out for anything that might look like a flight control

panel or food and water supplies.

Hope, please come with us. I can't.

It's okay, Sarah.

You can stay here.

She's not going to be much help to us in that condition anyway, so just go ahead

and get yourself.

Okay, everybody pair up. Each team take a different section, and we'll meet back

here in exactly 20 minutes.

What do you think it's made of?

Well, it's not quite the same as the ship's exterior, but if I had to take a

guess, I'd say it was some sort of metallic crystal.

Yeah, which grows and changes whenever it feels like it.

You know, the more I see of it, the less this place feels like a spaceship.

It's more like a living thing.

Yeah.

The thing we happen to be inside of.

All right.

What?

They kind of look like the symbol in Dr. Nadell's hand.

Yeah, but... The arrangement's different. Well, don't touch it!

I wasn't planning to.

Sorry.

It could be...

Some form of writing, like hieroglyphics.

Is it just me, or do hieroglyphics remind you of tombs?

We, um, better keep moving.

Despite initial evidence to the contrary, it appears that my genetic

not cured after all.

Symptoms of Wilson's disease have occurred, and the progression is

rapidly.

My immune system has been severely compromised, and at this rate I expect

dead within a few weeks.

How will I ever settle things with Paul when I have so little time left?

You must listen.

Hope.

Paul? It can't be you.

You must listen.

You must prepare.

Sound like the ship's engines.

Hey, hey, everything's going to be... Don't, don't, don't say it.

It's always when things go bad, don't say it.

Oh God, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

It started glowing.

Like it suddenly turned on.

Why? What happened? I'm not sure.

I think you should look at that. I think it explains a lot.

You guys are late.

It's a big ship.

What is that?

Dr. Nadell's lab notebook.

I found it in his coat.

According to that, he was very sick.

He was dying.

Maybe that's why he couldn't withstand the strain of interfacing with the ship.

Maybe that's what killed him.

That doesn't explain what happened to Paul.

Dr. Nadell's disease was genetic, hereditary.

Maybe he passed those genes along, so even though Paul wasn't sick yet, when

touched his father and the ship, it had the same effect.

Aren't you a little out of your field of expertise here?

Where's Sarah?

And Anthony?

They should have been here by now.

Anthony?

Anthony?

Sarah?

Can you hear me?

We'll go find them.

But from now on, we stick together.

Oh, it's another dead end. Damn it. This doesn't make any sense.

They've got to be here.

This place is so disorienting. It's almost impossible to get your bearings.

not like they could just get off somewhere.

All right, let me check my map. We must have missed something.

You must understand now is the time.

What are you?

What do you want? It is the time.

Get away from me.

Get us out of here!

Oh, God.

This can't be happening.

All right, check the walls. Look for an opening. I don't see anything.

Come on, you guys, hurry!

Ben!

I'm like teaching in here.

Oh, man.

Try to slide it.

Come on, Ben!

Wake up, what is that?

It's doing something.

I think it's shorting out. Keep going!

Where's Claire and Kirby?

Claire! Kirby!

Can you hear me?

Okay, let's get her out of here.

It's opened up.

What do you mean it took them?

Something came through the wall.

Something mechanical.

I only got a glimpse of it.

Don't take this the wrong way, please.

But why didn't it take you, too?

You know... First... We lost Dr. Nodal and Paul, and

then Anthony and Sarah, and now Kirby and Claire.

Maybe the ship is designed to take two people at a time.

If you're right about this, this ship is one big trap, and we're on

a one -way trip.

Hope, try to listen.

Try to hear.

Oh.

Try to understand.

What are you doing?

I'm not sure.

My God.

That looks like the mark on Dr. Nadell's head.

How the hell did that happen? When I found Dr. Nadell's lab notebook, I was

the post. And I don't exactly know why, but I reached out to touch it. Something

hit me.

It was like an electrical shock.

And then I started hearing things.

Voices.

They keep drawing me here.

And I keep seeing images.

They look like Paul sometimes.

And Dr. Nadell and... What?

Something alien.

I think the ship created these images when it consumed them.

A fusion of each person's consciousness.

Maybe even melded with the ship itself.

This is crazy. You're trying to tell me that the ship is trying to control you?

No, no.

I think the ship is trying to help me.

The aliens designed this ship to talk through a person genetically altered who

could become an interface.

This is just the point of connection.

Dr. Nadell died.

The ship had no way to communicate with us.

And you think that's why the ship changed her hand?

Yes. And now you want to try and talk back?

If I can.

The structure isn't the same as Dr. Nadell's. It's not fully formed.

It may not work.

Well, maybe not, but I don't see a lot of other options.

All right, let's just say you can't communicate with the ship.

Then what?

I'll ask it what it's done with the others.

And why.

The first ton of trouble. We're pulling you off.

Some kind of a memory bank.

Like a library.

I'm going to try and access it.

So much information.

So much knowledge.

It's incredible.

It looks like the Sphinx.

What have you seen?

Aliens built it?

I'm accessing the ship.

I've got it.

Just a little bit longer.

I can see them.

Hope? You all right?

Did you see what we saw?

I mean, it was the others, I'm sure of that, but I couldn't tell what they

There's a network of tunnels that run behind the main corridors.

They all seem to converge on a central chamber.

I think that's the place.

Okay.

So we have to try and get them back.

If we cut through the corridor walls and into those tunnels, we might be able to

find them.

No, wait. We can't afford to wait any longer. For all we know, it might

be too late.

We don't know enough. We know plenty.

This ship's been grabbing us for God knows what reason.

And we have to put an end to it right now before we're next.

I nearly got it to short out before, so just keep at it.

Do you really think they're still alive?

These symbols?

They're all over the place and in different patterns.

Maybe they're different types of interfaces.

Maybe.

Whoa!

Well, we're in.

All right, we'll be right back.

Be careful.

No. It's more than a thing.

Well, maybe we should just try to find another way in.

Wait a second.

There's something up ahead. How are you doing?

I think this is it.

Hold on a second.

I think there's some kind of timer and they just finished.

I think Hope's saying something.

I can see.

Let the others go.

You must prepare.

For what?

You must prepare.

To save yourselves.

You okay?

I don't know.

Does anybody remember anything?

It felt like we were out for hours.

Maybe even days.

It felt longer than that.

Yeah.

My watch stopped.

And the battery was supposed to be good for a year.

Yeah, I remember restraints like we were part of the ship. We were all

restrained.

The ship was doing things to us.

Surgical things.

Yeah, well, why don't we just all come out and say it?

I've got marks. We all do.

We were being experimented on.

We weren't hurt.

As far as we can tell, we don't know what the ship did to us.

Before we launched, Dr. Nodal told us that the aliens wanted to take us to

home planet to see how we evolved.

I think that's what they were trying to do.

Before I was taken, the last thing the ship told me was that they were trying

save us.

I don't believe the ship would harm us.

How can you say that after what we've been through?

Let me interface again. Look at the mark on my hand.

It's grown.

This time I'll be able to figure out... No way. No way. Every time you go near

that interface, something bad happens.

Oh, the ship is controlling you.

It's using you. You don't understand.

Yes, I do.

We blew it. All of us.

We threw our lives away the minute we followed Dr. Nodal into this goddamn

No more hope. That's it.

Get it.

What's happening?

The ship's changing again.

No, it sounds different.

I think it's wind.

We're landing.

Everybody back to your launch positions now.

We made it.

Yeah, whether we like it or not.

We're really here.

I don't see any signs of life.

Me neither.

It came all this way. I can't believe the aliens aren't here.

Yeah, I think they'd at least send out a welcoming committee.

So, what do we do now?

We're going to wait right here.

Why? Because after we find food and water, we're going to need shelter.

The ship is perfect. It's practically indestructible.

Before it comes to worse, we can defend ourselves.

Defend ourselves?

You bet.

But we are lucky the aliens aren't here.

So far, we've done everything according to a plan they made millions of years

ago, jerking us around like a bunch of puppets.

They want us so bad, they can come get us. Who knows? I mean, they obviously

have the technology to get off the planet.

Maybe that's exactly what they did. We don't know anything.

And we're not going to learn anything by staying here.

I told you, I don't think the ship or the aliens intended to harm us.

The fact that we're still here and still alive should be enough to prove that.

Are you sure we really want to find them?

I just want to find some answers.

Think we should have a better vantage point from up here?

Oh, my God.

We're home.

I can't say how recently this thing was discarded, but...

It's like we've come about 250 years into the future.

Well, if this is Earth...

Then where is everybody? We haven't seen a single sign of life since we got

here.

The ship must have kept us in some type of splendid animation.

That, or we just went in one big circle at the speed of light.

Maybe there was a war.

And did all this?

It doesn't make any sense. I mean, we got onto an alien ship. We were supposed

to be going to their home planet.

Well, maybe the alien's home planet is Earth.

That would explain all the images of ancient human history that we saw.

Remember the sink?

So you're suggesting that an advanced civilization lived on Earth and died off

eons ago without leaving a trace?

They did leave the ship.

What is this?

That. That can't be human.

No, I think it is.

Looks like its bone structure was modified.

Those are wings.

Angels don't have skeletons.

No, but humans do.

It could be some kind of mutation or genetic engineering.

What do you think?

There's no way to tell.

Hope? Hope? What's wrong?

In testament to the pride and vanity of our species, we believed we could

control nature.

There's another inscription.

According to this, there was some kind of an outbreak brought on by rampant

genetic engineering.

DNA destroying virus that...

Rendered virtually the entire human population infertile. The human race.

The whole species just died out one by one.

Maybe we could start again.

Start what? The world? There's only seven of us. We don't have enough

diversity to repopulate anything.

We're going to die here like everyone else. No.

I refuse to believe that.

We have to go back to the ship.

Are you crazy? The ship did this to us, okay? It brought us here.

I am not going back.

Look, it's time it's fully formed.

I can interface with the ship like we were supposed to.

If this journey is going to amount to anything, we have to at least try and

some answers.

Hope, it'll kill you just like it killed Dr. Nodal and Paul. It's my risk.

It's my life. And I'm not going to let it end here. Not like this.

Years ago, the ancestors of our race foresaw great danger. They had one plea

this planet, and nearly destroyed themselves in a misguided effort to

genetically perfect their species.

In an attempt to prevent future generations from making the same

left behind as vessels, it was our forefathers' hope that we would learn

the mistakes of the past, that we would avoid the genetic cataclysm which nearly

destroyed their species and ours.

It is now your task and your responsibility to use this opportunity

Because of our illness, we could not be there with you.

But our mind, our hopes, and our dreams live on inside this vessel.

Let them now live on inside you.

Oh, God.

Hope?

The ship spoke to me.

It gave me all the knowledge of our ancient ancestors.

And I know how to use it.

The ship has limitless energy.

We're going to rebuild our world.

And we're not going to make the same mistakes again.

Oh, there just aren't enough of us.

I have something to show you.

The ship used our genetic material to create babies.

It modified our DNA to give us enough genetic diversity to repopulate.

We can start again.

It is said that those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it.

Will we be wise enough to learn?