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the North American Corporation, or the company as it was commonly called.

The North American electorate became shareholders with all the rights and

privileges of ownership.

The truth was that the people were the company's employees with no real rights

and no privileges.

In 2291, the company sent five ships out on a reclamation project in the far

reaches of the solar system.

One of those ships was the interplanetary hauling vehicle Pequod.

This is how it went down.

Engage.

Birdie wake sequence.

Act, act, activate.

Bird, bird, birdie wake sequence.

Act, act, activate.

Bird,

bird, birdie wake sequence.

Act, act, activate. Bird, bird, birdie wake sequence.

Act, act, activate.

Bird, bird, birdie wake sequence.

Act, act, activate.

Let's get it in gear. We need info.

We'll do it faster.

Night and I will be tough side.

Oh, what a pleasure it is to be alive.

Didn't you fix that damn thing before we shut down? I thought I did.

Kick it, please.

Progressive maintenance coming up.

Well, I tried.

Fix it, I swear.

I'll put a bullet in it. Fix it. Come on, have some mercy.

You happy?

Somewhere happy was on the menu.

Whatever that object is, it's talking to us.

Screaming more like it.

Digital coding.

Earth origin.

Did you see the way those hydraulic lines were fraying?

While we were sleeping, this old crate was falling apart.

The wave system's leaking, too.

Talk to me, Hutch. How big is that thing out there?

Object is four meters long, two meters wide.

That's tiny.

Probably full of mean little space midgets.

The hull is made of xeno -titanium. Wow, that's expensive stuff.

The code it's sending is ancient.

They haven't used scripting language like that in 200 years.

Grappling thought is the word.

Well, it thinks from Earth.

What the hell is it and how the hell did it get all the way out here? Whatever

here is.

First, should you get fixed, I want a full report on where we are.

We're not lost, are we? We're not where we're supposed to be, that's for sure.

We're going to be late for that rendezvous at the transfer station. Oh,

great.

Object hasn't been captured.

Treatable process has begun.

What the hell is that?

Can we just reel it in faster, please?

Oh, my God.

Disengage the grappling bot.

What? That thing. It's a coffin. A coffin? It may have been a titanium.

Bring it in. No!

That pod has the devil in it.

Boo -boo, bitch! What are you smoking?

Give me some.

According to the message, that pod is the confinement cell used to blast

Nygaard's body into deep base exile.

Virgil who?

I got was absent the day they taught that in school.

Stone, more likely.

Well, you never bumped in any of his followers?

They're still around, you know. He was a religious fanatic of some guy, wasn't

he? More like a separatist.

That makes him the devil.

150 years ago, he led his private militia on a massacre of more than a

innocent people before he was finally captured and convicted of crimes against

humanity. Well, that'll get you some horns on the tail. Captain, please.

Let's just leave this thing where we found it.

Yeah, I hear you.

You can't get phenotitanium anymore, not on Earth.

Make that coffin worth a nice chunk of change. Bring it aboard.

Think about the consequences.

Or worse, the karma.

I'd rather think about this trip we're on and how all we have to show for it is

a hole full of junk.

Be that as it may, Gord, I think we should cut this one loose.

If we took a thing like that home, we'd be stirring a lot of trouble.

This is not up for discussion.

I'm the company rep here.

You do what I'm telling you.

It's an order, Ira.

I'm a medical officer. I don't do this kind of work. No, you do now. Come on.

Let's go. Chop, chop. Open it up.

Come on. All right. Heat and pressure on both sides here.

Ready.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Gordon.

What are you doing to the pilot? Keep going, keep going. Captain, hurry!

What the hell are you doing?

We need to bring it on board, not to open it.

Whoa!

Well, here's your boogeyman, people.

Cold and dead as the day they shot him in his face.

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 deluge you with a

channels or expand one single image to crystal 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.

The Outer Limit.

The Outer Limit.

Please stand by.

Who among us does not think he knows evil when he sees it?

But are such distinctions really so black and white?

Or is morality simply a matter of perspective?

How was I supposed to know the guy was alive?

I read the same history books you did. Right? They convicted him, they executed

him, they sent him on his way.

Full body immersion hypersleep. How barbaric.

You must be trippy feeling like you're drowning.

I'm kind of curious, aren't you? Is there a drug -induced experience that

doesn't make you curious?

We all have our ways of escaping from reality, sweetie. Some of us are just

successful at it. Up yours.

That's so.

Why wasn't that man dead?

That's what I want to know. He's supposed to be dead.

Well, maybe they figured a living death would be nastier.

Could be the company changed their mind about killing him. Why turn the guy into

a martyr when you can ship him into cold storage?

Because you never know when a mass murderer might come in handy.

I mean, that's really the company's style, isn't it?

We're all just assets waiting to be exploited.

Workers of the world united, is that it, Curtis?

Sure, why not?

Follow me, comrades, against the true evil empire.

Biggs, I want you to send a message to the company.

Tell them what happened.

And ask him for instructions.

Yes, sir.

Except, considering where we are, it may take a while to get there. And who

knows how long before we get their response.

What I mean is, while we're waiting, do we really need this guy here among us?

Maybe we'd be better off fixing the pod, putting him back inside, and sending

him on his way. Uh, forget it. We're keeping the pod.

Look, I don't care what you do with the guy. The company probably forgot about

him eons ago.

Well, what do you suggest, Gord? We just push him out the airlock?

See you later, pal.

Hasta la pasta.

Sure. Why not?

He could kill all those people. He's a freaking monster as far as I'm

Oh, and you don't think it's equally monstrous pushing him out the airlock?

What's the alternative? We kill him, then we shove him out the airlock?

I didn't say anything about killing.

Well, so put him back in a hypersleep, then push him out the door.

Look, you kill him, you dump him, take him back to Earth if that's what you

to do. All I care about is the pot.

You touch that...

You're messing with the company.

Ladies and gentlemen, the comedy stylings of Mr.

Gordo Knight.

What an ass.

I say we take Knight and Nygaard and take them both on the pod and take them

both out in space.

People, the wolves have ears in this drafty old boat.

You shouldn't have let him do that to us, Captain.

Who says he's done anything?

What course did you set when we started for the transfer of this arch?

We should have been there by now.

Instead, we're practically on the other side of the damn solar system.

Are you accusing me of sending us out here?

No, no, no.

All I know is we're here.

And it's no accident.

Well, maybe Gordo did it.

Gordon doesn't know a thing about running any system on this ship.

Are you certain of that, Captain? Mm -hmm.

Right, maybe he's the company boy we think he is.

Maybe he's got some other purpose here.

What if the company changed courses on us? Like Curtis said, maybe they need

Nygaard or something.

Like what? To massacre a few more people?

I don't know.

If someone changed our course to intercept that coffin, and if none of us

it, let's just say so.

Truthfully. And if one of us did do it?

Talk about it.

I didn't do it. That's what you're thinking. I didn't even know who the guy

That's what you say.

Junkie. We all know how much you hate your job.

And the company, and your life.

Right, like I'm alone in that department.

Oh, can it!

Here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna fix that pod.

We're gonna put Mr. Nygaard in that pod.

And we're gonna get it off of this ship.

And what if the company wants Nygaard?

And the pod.

We'll drive off that bridge when we get to it.

It's a readout of all the navigational database.

Please wait while I search the database for any additional information.

I'm sorry, but I find no other navigational input. But how can that be?

course described here is not the course we took.

Could I see a list of all overrides input into the navigational database?

The information you requested is password protected.

Could I see a list of all sleep chamber activity, including all dates and times

of hypersleep commencement and relinquishment?

The information you requested is password protected.

Now you're pissing me off.

My name's Gordon Knight. I'm the company

rep on this ship.

Company? Still around.

Bigger and badder than ever.

I'll make this easy for you.

It's now 2298 on Earth.

Your 15 minutes of fame came and went in 2142.

So for the last 150 years, you've been drifting in a little metal box that they

shot off into nowhere.

They didn't kill me.

Apparently not.

How often do you run equipment diagnostics?

Diagnostics are run on a continual basis during all phases of data entry and

retrieval. Thank you.

Could I see a list of all the diagnostics you've run for the past four

including all terminal IDs?

Please wait while I retrieve that list for you.

List compilation completed.

Cut.

Would you like the list printed?

Printed.

Feelin' good Scott, a little something for ya.

You got a little something for me too.

What's the matter bad trip

That's a shame.

I wanted to ask you some questions.

I'm having trouble remembering what happened to me.

You know who you are, don't you?

I'm Virgil Mygaard.

I led a commune in the mountains above the Columbia River.

Are you dead?

Why did I send you all the way out here?

I saved the lives of those people who chose to follow me.

And burned a million in the project.

A million?

Is that what they say I did?

Remember all the semantics? I killed a few hundred thousand, but asked for the

rest? You weren't even alive, and you can't possibly know what you're talking

about. I found that story on the ground from the ship's computer.

You started a war with the company, and when the people living outside the

commune didn't join in, you slaughtered them all.

Men, women, children.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh, but what you're calling history bears such

little resemblance to what actually happened. Tell me, what does your

say that I did to those children?

Did I roast them alive?

And did I eat them? After all,

it is company that wrote.

all over my hands.

In the hands of those who followed me.

But we didn't kill because we wanted to. We killed because we had to.

It was a matter of our very survival.

You murdered a million people in order to survive.

Oh, a million. There weren't a million. There weren't half that many within a

thousand miles. What did I do?

Did I kill the same three and four people over and over and over?

So maybe the company embellished the body count a little bit.

Maybe it wasn't a million.

Maybe it wasn't heirs.

Does the history say why we declared war on the company?

Like that matters.

And if it's any consolation, the people that survived what you did, they joined

forces. And they've been kicking the asses of every one of your followers

wherever they can find them to this very day.

The outer limit.

Please stand by.

You guys probably got an excuse for everything. You know, like I butchered

babies because they were too short and the women killed them because they were

wearing dresses.

How's our monster doing?

It's alive.

You know how I feel about you getting high on the job, right?

Well, this is what he says.

I just never heard his side of the story.

The company manipulated those people into hating Nygaard.

Are we still talking about this?

First place Nygaard says it.

The most that could have died is 10 ,000 people.

And a lot of those were his followers. I mean, this whole thing started because

the company put a price on his head.

I'm not even going to listen to this anymore.

What if Nygaard's telling the truth?

Like you say, the company's heartless. We all know that.

I mean, Nygaard says the company took years doing what it did, playing the

against the middleman, building up all this hatred between people outside the

commune and his followers.

Getting them all worried that maybe Nygaard was up to something.

I can see the company doing that, can't you?

Does that justify what he did, Curtis?

Well, it explains it.

Does it justify it?

People don't ever have to behave like that.

But the fact that they do again and again and again is why people like me

as far away from Earth as possible.

Maybe if you give the guy two seconds.

Give the guy two seconds?

The fact that this man is on our little garbage scowl makes me feel dirty.

And the fact that you keep defending him.

Maybe you and Nygaard have a little more in common than we thought. That's it.

That's it. This conversation is over. You're the one that hates everybody.

What do you care if there's a few less people walking around compared to her

Nygaard's Abraham Lincoln? You son of a bitch! That's enough!

Now look, from this point on, I don't want to hear anything from anybody

how to fix that pod.

You know, if I might just add... No, you can't!

Because as far as I'm concerned, you're as much of a suspect as anybody.

Oh, and you're not.

Well, isn't that convenient?

Until we get to the bottom of this, all orders come from me. Is that clear?

Is everybody clear?

Well?

What the hell, Vic?

Hey, Captain.

Look, I know you've got a ton on your mind.

I've been thinking a lot about this. Okay, I don't want your theories.

Thanks, then.

Look, whoever's doing this is probably afraid.

Well, they should be, because I'm very angry about this.

Vicks!

Hey, Vicks, I hate the drink at this private room. What the hell are you

up in there?

Biggs is dead.

What? Somebody cut her throat.

Why? Why do you think?

Look, Curtis, prepare an eye guard for trouble.

We're putting him back on that pod. I want him off this ship.

Apostle Dale. You want to go with him, Curtis?

Fine.

What the hell was that? There's a body in the airlock.

Hell, come on.

I want these damn doors open now.

Ah! Captain, the ship's sealed the doors to keep the fire from spreading. Try

and open them now. Give me that.

Hutch is right, sir. There is a fire in there, and you'll... What the...

Good.

Well, rude.

Gotta run a diagnostic.

I want a full forensic analysis on the double. Captain, I know about forensics.

For once, learn how to take an order.

I heard an explosion. His pod destroyed.

Is that what happened?

As if you don't know.

What, you want to accuse him of doing it, Hutch?

You going to defend him if she does?

It won't be necessary. I'm quite capable of defending myself.

I don't think we need to hear anything from you. So says the company man.

Well, now I know I have it. At least one ally with this ship.

Maybe more.

Can you say the same thing, company man?

Solve this problem right now, Ira. Let's kill him. Ah, another tentative.

You know, last time I had a trial first.

If you could call it that.

Do I have a chance to speak, Captain?

Or is justice one more thing the company has done away with?

Who divided the ship?

I want to know now.

I'm sure you do.

But I don't have the answer to that.

Though I can tell you something about them. They have gone through a great

of trouble and extreme personal risk to do this. They have dedicated themselves.

They have been preparing for years.

They have waited for the stars to align, and now that they have, there is no

turning back.

For them, the stakes are life and death, as they are for you.

I wasn't what you would call religious, but I could never pick up a Bible

without finding something that didn't make me understand the world.

a little better.

Revelations, chapter 9.

And they had as a king above them the angel of the abyss whose name was

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

The angel is here.

He's alive on this ship.

Whoever brought you here is desperate.

But their mission will not be done until I return home and my people are

rescued.

Let me assure you, and them, we're not taking you home.

And you would stand in our way even if it meant thousands of lives were at

stake. I know nothing about lives being at stake.

Well, then you're not much of a leader, are you?

If you don't think that your lives are included, are you threatening us?

Threatening? I'm the only person that can save you.

We'll see about that.

Augie, get him out of here!

Don't do this. Now!

I have been reborn.

I will go home to my people. Get him out of here, Augie! You cannot stop me. Get

him out of here!

You! Get going on this autopsy!

While he's doing that, Hutch, I want you up on the bridge.

I want this ship in a holding pattern.

Locked in a holding pattern.

Until we hear from the company, We're not going anywhere. We're staying right

here.

The Outer Limits.

Please stand by.

All I can really conclude is that the killer was left -handed, I think.

Well, that's really helpful.

Or right -handed.

Do we know what hand Nygaard uses?

I'll say I can approve.

Nygaard didn't kill Vix.

How do you know?

Nygaard doesn't know his way around the ship. Somebody would have seen him.

Even if he did kill Bix, he's not the one that reprogrammed the ship's

Hotch. What?

She's ambidextrous.

And she can reprogram the computer.

Revised flight coordinates accepted and implemented.

Good. Now I'd like you to lock the coordinates, please. Thank you.

Coordinates are now locked, locked, locked, locked.

You're welcome.

He's escaped.

He jumped me.

I'm locked in this... Augie!

Augie, are you there?

Gord, head for the arsenal.

Bring back as many artillery cannons as you can carry.

Those things are heavy. Do it!

Curtis, load a syringe with dopamine.

We want to take Nygaard alive if we can.

Ira, we got a problem. What?

Door won't open.

Nothing is up with the doors, Captain.

I've just chosen to lock them down.

You see, I'm in charge now.

We've all read our history books.

We know what happens when I'm in charge.

Still with us?

Yeah, I'm here.

Good. Very good.

What's your name?

Lieutenant Hutch.

Lieutenant.

Please tell the others that you're okay.

Captain, it's Hutch.

I'm sorry. I didn't see him coming. He just... Don't blame her, Ira. She's a

good soldier.

She's more than I can say for her.

Huggy, is it?

None of the override tools are working. It's got to be the fire control system.

Mr. Nygaard, listen to me.

I'm Mr.

Nygaard now.

At last.

Some respect.

It was a highly complex piece of machinery.

Meaning if I go touching buttons.

Like the one for the fire control system.

Yes. Sounds like you've had some help.

All the same, it is complex.

Now I suggest you listen to me so we can all get out of here okay. I should

listen. Well, that's good, Captain.

I'm the one who has you by the throat, and you're the one who is issuing terms.

This is not a negotiation.

But it is!

You will do exactly as I say.

You will set the quickest possible course for our return to Earth. You will

deliver me to my people, and once you have agreed to that, then, and only

will I return your ship to you. Just say yes, and we'll grab the son of a bitch

as fast as we can.

Of course you will, Gord.

Which is why all but one of you will return to your hypersleep chambers

So... So we sleep, all but one of us.

And which one would that be, Mr. Nygaard?

To be honest with you, Captain, I don't know exactly.

But I'm sure once I have you all assembled in the sleep bay, my guess is

sort that out rather quickly.

I don't hear an answer, Captain.

I need an answer.

We're thinking.

Just say yes. Give him what he wants. I'm ordering you.

Your failure to answer must mean you reject my terms.

I said we're thinking.

Thinking is not an option.

Clearly, I need to impress you with how serious I am.

Captain.

They shut down the life support system.

They're sucking in the air supply.

Vanguard, you son of a bitch.

Don't do this.

Give me what I want, Captain.

The only way. Captain, Captain, listen to me. Listen to me. Their lives are in

your hands. Your life is in their hands. I suggest you think about your actions

very carefully.

What exactly is it that you're trying to do?

Have you ever loved anybody, Hutch?

What? Have you ever loved anybody?

A person?

A group of people?

Not enough to kill for them.

Then you're not fit to judge me.

The Outer Limits is standby.

All right, so it's left of the first hole, right of the second.

Right at the first hole. Right at the first hole. I'm telling you guys, going

into the waste disposal system is a bad idea.

What do you want us to do, bro? Just sit here and let Augie die?

Augie's already dead. You're just going to end up killing yourself.

Sit yourself, Gord.

I'll take it out of your hide later.

You've got three minutes to get to Augie.

I'll meet you by the hatch by the main holding tanks in five.

Do you even care what I think about it?

Because you're a reasonable person, Hutch.

But I did.

It was bad.

It was cruel.

But it was not unreasonable.

It was evil.

Sometimes the choices your hand did are terribly complex. Good and evil do not

necessarily sit on opposite sides from one another. They're hopelessly

intertwined. That as much as you want one thing for yourself and for your

ones, the only way to achieve it is by way of the other.

Can you understand this, Hutch?

If I had done nothing, my people would have died in

your eyes.

Would that have been any less evil?

Why did it have to come down to that?

And there is the real question.

Was it evil that I did the angel's bidding?

Or was it more evil that I had no choice?

Curtis? Where the hell are you?

Get into the pipe!

Who the fuck is I .D.? Is that the one in the other line? I'm trying to get the

main control.

Open up!

What the hell are you doing this, man? You heard what Nygaard said.

What? I'm trying to save you!

Augie!

Augie!

Virgil. It's Augie.

They're coming through the waste pipes.

They're trying to stop us.

Augie, what are you doing, man? I'm not the enemy.

Damn it. We're their way to lock them in.

Even if we could, they'd keep coming.

They just don't want to listen.

We should not have done that.

Don't kill them.

Please.

What shall we do, Augie?

They're your friends.

Augie, come on, man. Open up the pipe.

Augie, open up the pipe.

Keep going.

We have to.

I'll purge the waste system from here.

Archie, you son of a bitch!

Please, please don't do this.

If I don't, they stop us. The two shall live.

Thousands may die.

Which is more evil?

Tell me.

I'm purging the system.

Now. I'm sorry, Arch.

Thank God you're alive.

I heard the waist disposal says the blushing light. I thought you... You?

They want to knife our people?

There's nowhere to hide, Gordo.

There's nowhere to hide.

The Outer Limits.

Please stand by.

Is this?

Communicate.

From the company.

Now the fate of my people is in your hands, Hutch.

There's nothing more I can do for them except pray that you do the right thing.

If they are to survive, it will be because you will it, so... No, no, no.

I do not accept that. What happens to those people is not my responsibility!

Why? Because letting thousands die might make you evil, and you don't think

you're capable of that.

You will make a choice, Hutch.

Like I said, you're a reasonable person.

And if you think it's reasonable that thousands must die,

I accept that.

Please, please, please don't.

I'm begging you here. I can help you.

Can you bring my family back from the dead, Gordo?

Can you?

I'm going to tell you something.

I feel real horrible about killing Biggs and the captain.

Chris.

You on the other end. Please, Augie, I'm begging you. Please don't do this

anymore for me. Get off of me!

Put the axe down, Augie.

Captain?

I tried to tell you, Captain.

I tried.

But you wouldn't listen to me. Put it down, Augie.

Come with us.

Please.

The company doesn't care about you.

Look around you.

Augie. You're a good man.

And this is what they've given you.

No, no.

Don't make me do this.

You've been running your whole life, Hutch.

Don't you think it's time you stopped?

Are you okay?

I'm okay.

You asked yourself a question before.

How did it come to this?

You answered it.

Mr. Nygaard, if you don't mind, I've had just about my fill of you. Captain, I

know in light of everything that's happened, you think that Mr. Nygaard

nothing. Mr. Nygaard deserves just what the company says he deserves.

What if the company is wrong? What are you asking me this for?

He didn't kill Augie.

This whole thing was a ruse to try and get us to do what he wanted without any

of us dying.

We did this to ourselves, not him, us.

We were just doing what the company wanted us to do, and we were wrong. So

just go around doing what the company wants us to do... What she's trying to

is that your communique arrived.

And it said?

To Captain Ira Merritt, with regards to one Virgil Nygaard of procedures to

follow, terminate.

With extreme prejudice.

Captain! Don't fuck with me, Hutch!

You've got a job to do, you do it.

It's not that simple!

Yes, it is.

Then what have we come to?

Are you proud of this, that you would just kill a man because the company

us to do it and you don't even know the whole truth?

Don't do it.

This is the abyss, this ship, this world, everything the company touches.

Don't do it. We have a choice here, Captain. We don't have to do this. We

choice! No, we don't!

damn thing to him the moment he stepped out on Earth.

And that is how I learned the truth about Virgil Nygaard.

And why it is I chose to come to you.

As both a messenger and comrade in arms.

And yet, to the pipe end.

I bring you good news.

Virgil Nygaard did not die in vain.

Powerful ideas do not die with those who gave them birth, so long as the seeds

of those ideas are planted in their followers.