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This is my human voice.

Hello.

I hope this signal
reaches you on Anthea.

I "hope."

That's a word you don't understand.

On Earth, you would be called

my wife.

Our offspring would be known

as our children.

When I left you,
I felt no doubt or regret.

There was only the task ahead.

But now something impossible
is happening to me.

Emotion.

Human emotion.

It has no application in Anthean.

My adept, Thomas Newton,

used these television signals
to communicate with his wife

as I am now communicating with you.

I'm sending this message
to try and explain

what's happening to me.

I seem to be going through some ch...

Changes.

I translated Newton's design
for a quantum fusion machine,

but that was only the beginning.

There were still two
phases left to complete.

Phase one, build it.

Phase two,
identify a fuel model to power it.

This is where things
began to unravel.

Mm-mmm. No.

Hydrogen-protium,
deuterium, tritium...

All known power sources
for achieving fusion

simply did not apply
to Newton's design.

This meant we had the machine,

but no way to activate it.

Why would Newton summon
me light-years across the galaxy

to follow instructions
that were impossible?

When the survival of two
planets depends on my success?

It made no sense.

And then I remembered what he said.

Humans...

You have to see with their eyes.

I didn't know what he meant,
or why he said it.

But I had to try.

So I initiated a study
of what makes humans...

human.

A controlled experiment
requires a vantage point.

I chose the 21st-century in carnation
of the water hole.

On Anthea,
as drones, we exist without choice.

There are no decisions
or alternatives.

No variety or preference.

There are only assigned
tasks and their completion.

But here on Earth,

the amount of choices humans
allow themselves is dizzying.

Macchiato,
double latte, salted caramel,

mocha melon chip, Vienna espresso,

apple crisp, cafe Au lait,

Affogato,
pumpkin spice no whip, half Capp,

pumpkin whip Americano,

Rwanda Hingakawa macchiato,
Gala black,

double reserve, dip, drip,

no foam, no whip, fat-free drizzle.

Mom says if you don't like turnip,

then I have to eat
the turnip you don't eat,

so please like turnip.

Here, a pupa is called a child.

And even they have choices.

Our children were taught to obey,

but these children are
tiny instruments of chaos.

Humans also make elaborate rituals

of their most basic functions.

All unnecessarily complex.

Case in point...

The family consumption ritual.

How is this a benefit to anything?

Stove, table, plate.

So many stations.

They're opportunities for
things to fall off your plate.

Like turnips.

You want to off-gas the turnips?

You said gas.

Larva gas.

Should we hover over
a bucket on the floor?

That's not how we do it on Anthea.

- Where's Anthea?
- Canada.

Mm-hmm.

And then, this happens.

They speak to their God.

Thank you, Lord, for the food

we're about to receive
to nourish our bodies

and keep us mindful
of the needs of others.

Almighty God, thank you. Amen.

Complicated.

I'll return to this.

What did you do today, Molly Molls?

You only made a stairway to heaven

out of all the blue Lego,
Miss Ingrate.

How was your day today at the lab?

- He made a first impression.
- I made a first impression.

You should've seen Juzzie's
first day as the boss of her lab.

She literally forgot words.

People don't forget words,
people have brain farts.

What's with the gas and farts today?

I just made one.

Here you go, Miss Farty Pants.

Something else they have here...

They call it "joy."

An emotion that exists on the
far positive end of their spectrum.

Disruptive as it is, it appears
to be the ultimate objective.

As commonly occurring
and taken for granted

as it is rare

and elusive.

Wife, there was a moment I wished...

That's another word they have here.

I wished for you
to have felt it, too.

I question if Antheans ever felt it.

But part of me also wonders
if you're fortunate not to.

Because I've learned
in my time on Earth...

that joy has a price.

That price is grief.

Grief is a predator.

I couldn't have known then,
but it was coming for all of us.

Because of me.

There is a concept on this planet

called "natural selection."

Meaning that variations in behavior

increase an organism's
ability to survive...

Or perish.

This is particularly true of humans.

On the far end of the
spectrum are these people.

Every generation produces
a small collection of minds

that let us see into new worlds.

One of these minds

belongs to the woman

Justin Falls.

On Anthea,

she would be called an adept.

We need to go from atoms
in chaos to atoms in alignment.

So we want a wave pattern
that looks like this.

We need to bring
the two wave functions

into alignment to maintain coherence.

I've composed an algorithm here.

On Earth, she theorized an algorithm

for fusion decades ahead of its time.

This is why Newton
sent me to find her.

Yeah, but... But this requires
a super computer that can do

a quintillion computations a second.

That computer... doesn't exist.

That computer doesn't exist.

So, we have to
simplify the algorithm.

But if we simplify it too much,

the whole process becomes
unstable and then...

Boom.

Boom.

Gah, I hate everything. Everything.

The gamut of emotions
humans fluctuate

between in the span
of a day is absurd.

Adoration, amusement, anxiety,

awe, awkwardness,
bemusement, boredom,

confusion,
craving, disgust, excitement,

horror, nostalgia, rage, relief,

romance,
sadness, satisfaction, surprise.

Yes, I alphabetized.

Guys, if it was easy
it'd be something else, right?

It wouldn't be fusion.

Fusion. We can do it.

Fusion. We can do it.

Fusion. We can do it.

Fusion, we can do it.

Fusion, we can do it!

- Lucy, come on. Lucy...
- Don't touch me.

Come on, Lucy. Fusion, we can do it!

Fusion, we can do it!

All the humans around me

live in fear of fear.

So, they'll generate
oxytocin or endorphins,

or they'll copulate,
hibernate or medicate

in order to short circuit
their fear response.

Fear of failure,

fear of loss, fear of chaos

causes them to lose control.

I don't understand what
you're telling me, Drew.

We need to talk. Face to face.

Now is not a good
time for me to fly, okay?

We're actually getting somewhere.

I'm trying to narrow down
regions on a high value target.

I'm here, in London.

Tate Modern.

One hour.

Oh, okay.

Okay, well, uh,

I'll see you there.

There's very little room
for interpretation here.

It's either temperate or tropical.

I've gotta pull you out.

When the Security Council
heard it was you, they just...

Me?

Those ***! Come on.

This is 'cause of what
I did to that family?

I was working for my country, Drew.

- I live for my country.
- I know.

They're doing what they do.
Thinking down the line.

No, not one of them had
the balls to do what I did.

That's why. Optics.

Optics. Optics is the whole reason

to keep little kids and their parents
in desperate detainments.

- What?
- What?

Separate detainments.
You said desperate.

They told me to make a statement.

And I did.
And for that I get...

I get shoved in the *** basement!
And now this.

Oh, my love, wake the *** up.

You almost didn't get the basement.

You were out until I kept you in.

I know that.

Drew, that's a huge...

That's a huge part of it, okay?

You saved my life.

There's no other person
alive that I would...

Let's save it.
I know, Spence, I know.

You said, um...

Let him run, right?

Well, I let him run. Okay?

And he's almost built it.

And it is almost ours.

Just give me one week. One week.

I have to bring him in. Me.

Please?

Fear is tangled with
something called shame,

which seems to be their
most destructive construction.

My landlord says

I might lose my house.

Me. Can you believe it?

I've always looked after myself.

Shame is fear turned inward.

Fear of what they call "the self."

This is a concept
you won't understand.

It means a sense
of individual identity.

Bear with me, wife,

this will all connect.

Every human has a self.

Until now, I never did.

On Anthea,
we're born as Adepts or Drones.

We exist only to
serve the collective.

But here,
self is something they build

every minute, every hour.

And as bewildering as it sounds,

they never know if
they're doing it right.

So, I've been trying to build a self.

Like another layer of my skin suit.

- Hello.
- Hello.

You look taller than me.

That's impossible.

It's dinner time.

An affirmation of the unit

that restores order
after a day of uncertainty.

You're learning.

Let's eat.

The knife is on the right,

right next door to the spoon.

The knife is on the right,

right next door to the spoon.

With my new self,

I began to anticipate their rituals.

This is the human version of order.

You're eating six broccolis,
or no screen time.

As if they forget they
have this negotiation every day.

I'll throw up.
I can't eat more than two.

Why not agree four in perpetuity?

- Five.
- Three.

Okay, four.
But you're eating six tomorrow.

- No, she's not.
- No, she's not.

And then, this again.

It has something to do with eternity.

They believe the self exists

in relation to something bigger.

Something they don't need to see.

This is called faith.

And then work talk.

So, how was the lab today?

Oh, we're trying to
make something complex

into something simple.

Like making the exact same
Lego sets with less of the pieces?

Yeah, exactly.

But we haven't found
the right method yet.

Have you tried
the Hartree-Fock mean field approach?

That simplified it too much.

Right, right,
the atomic interactions would...

It began just like that...

Uh, Dad?

At the time we weren't
aware of its significance.

A small change in one state
of a deterministic non-linear system.

Dad?

The first crack in Josiah's self.

Is there a moratorium
against dinner music, huh?

Faraway!

You called him Faraway. It's Faraday.

Faraday Faraway, Faraway Faraday.

What do you hear?

This is new. A pattern change.

Instrumentation.

Expression.

Improvisation.

Everything that lives between

what you feel and what
you can put into words.

On the tip of your tongue,
just out of reach.

Silent communion.

Go, Dad!

Call and response.

This is called "theatrics."

They wield the spotlight,
highlighting emotion,

emphasizing catharsis. Watch.

Don't come between me and my poetry,
Miss Cynic.

Don't you think there's something
special happening here?

Something spiritual?

Listen, they don't
even write that stuff down.

And when it's live,
oh, it's transcendent.

Like Charlie here.

Improvisation has one rule.

It cannot stop.

Yes, there you are.

In a room full of people

that you don't even know,
sharing in creation.

Wife, I'll now explain
jazz music to you.

It was born in America
in the early 20th century.

In New Orleans,
known as the Cradle of Jazz.

But its true roots emerged
from the enslaved caste

who brought call-and-response
music with them

when they were torn from their homes.

Call... Response.

"I'm gonna lay down my burdens"

"Down by the riverside"

"If that mockingbird don't sing"

"Papa's gonna buy me a diamond ring"

"Happy day"

- "Oh, happy day"
- "Oh, happy day"

"I know a place, y'all"

"I'll take you there"

- "Soul power"
- "Soul power"

Call... Response.

Inseparable.

The music of survival.

Impossible as it
is for you to imagine,

it means musicians engage

in conversation with
their instruments,

trusting themselves
to play the next note

without knowing what
it's supposed to be.

There is a word for this.

A variance in the
science of human behavior

called "improvise."

Humans have the ability to improvise,

break from pattern,

instantly create a new pattern,

with no blueprint
and no known outcome.

This ability lived inside Josiah

in ways I could not have understood.

If I had,
this message would be painless.

Whatever you have,

it better be good
enough to save your job.

That tornado wasn't real.

- What are you saying?
- I mean, it was real,

but it didn't occur naturally.

There's lead and silver iodide

in the soil samples from the site

where the tornado touched down.

It was cloud-seeded.

Wait, are you suggesting
that Newton made the tornado appear?

Well, China does it
all the time to boost crops.

Fly a drone into the clouds,
ignite a lightning storm.

It's weirdly pretty straightforward.

Oh, that is really...

That is really smart.

God damn.

He needed a lot of
electrical interference

and so he created a tornado.

***!

Is he dropping houses
on peoples' sisters, too?

- The bits of the signal
we could track... -Yeah?

Came from somewhere
in Southeast Asia.

We're still narrowing. There's more.

The flight attendant
on the private plane

that took Faraday to the UK,
Ashleigh Fiore,

she posted right after they landed.

Ashleigh Fiore.

Okay. Tag her phone. Send it to me.

There's a problem. We should meet.

Hey.

Aren't you an alcoholic?

Uh, yeah. Hence, the drinking.

You okay?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

How's Teddy?

Have you seen him since you returned?

No. Not yet.

You never ask about Teddy.

Well...

I assume you didn't come
here to ask me questions about...

Well, you lied to him.
You lie to everyone,

so why wouldn't I assume
all those years ago

you were lying about Newton?

Hmm.

I didn't steal the *** patent, Edie.

I'm not a liar.

You're confusing me with Dad.

He had his reasons
for all this, Hatch.

He didn't just randomly
put me in charge.

I would've thought
that the "alien spaceman"

would have inclined you
in my direction a little bit.

The "alien spaceman" is not
a slate wiper for your past bullshit.

Edie, I hope you at
least believe me when I say

that I don't want you to get hurt.

Or killed. I mean, this is the CIA.

They'll... They'll erase us.

They'll destroy Faraday's
machine in the warehouse

before anyone ever sees it.

It doesn't have to be like that.

Pressman Thorn.

Thorn? Pressman Thorn?

Thorn Oil?
"Melter of glaciers" Thorn?

I mean, he debases currencies
around the world for fun.

He wants to add OriGen to his stable.

He's always been
in my ear about that.

Edie, he's like a real-life monster.

This is the fastest
way to get protection.

Who else can go to war
with the CIA besides Big Oil?

You don't go to Big Oil
to back renewable energy.

Thorn has the Senate Majority Leader

and the Intelligence
Committee Chair in his pocket.

- He controls them.
- But nobody can control him.

Hatch!

We're bleeding out.

You know this.

Without Thorn, we die.

I'm not asking, I'm telling.

I made the call.

We have a meeting.

I will need you there.

"Grandma, Grandma Sick in bed"

"Called the doctor
and the doctor said"

"Grandma, Grandma You ain't sick"

"What you need is a walking stick"

"Get the rhythm high"

Grandpa?

School's that way.

- Do you play?
- Barely.

One of life's regrets.

Hmm.

Show me a D?

Barely?

Grandpa?

Grandpa?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, sweetie.

I'm here. I'm here.

They need to run some tests.

But it looks likely
to have been a small stroke.

It's okay.

Born Josiah Clarence Falls,

New Providence Island, Bahamas.

1955.

From a young age,
he focused his genius on music

and the transference of energy.

To him, they were one and the same.

And being a genius,
Josiah fell in love.

He thought he'd met the woman

he'd spend the entirety
of his existence with.

They never went to
bed without dancing.

She planted bougainvillea
all around the house,

threw away all his ties,

and gave him a shave
closer than a barber shop.

He could only offer
a recipe for conch fritters,

and peas and rice.

But it was enough.

Their love produced a child,

and the day his daughter was born,

he made her a promise.

I will live my life for you.

But Justin's mother couldn't thrive
in this new country.

Her roots were deep in her home soil.

And on the day her mother left them,

Justin made her
father a promise, too.

That she would hold him forever.

We'll need a neurologist
to review the MRI,

but his previous
condition has vanished.

It's a literal miracle.

He doesn't play guitar.

I'd like to run some more tests.

University College Hospital
has a research center dedi...

No. No, absolutely not.

- Thank you.
- Angel's work.

Come on, Dad.

Days passed

and we were no closer
to simplifying the equation

or finding an
alternative fuel source.

The machine was useless.

And I was failing...

Again, and again.

- It's too high.
- I know, I know.

- Just wait a second.
- It's unstable.

- I know, but...
- It's too high.

That's when I first
understood shame.

And shame became something else.

Why did you shut it down?

It's unstable.

The algorithm isn't simplified.

It's too dangerous to keep pushing.

You work in a laboratory.

What did you think your job would be?

Were you told to stop?

Everyone out! Now.

You, stay.

What do you mean you optimized him?

I gave him some of my DNA.

What?

The dominance of the transfusion
is rewriting his genetic code.

The... The dominance
of the transfusion...

My dad is becoming...

I cannot confirm what he is becoming.

I can confirm that we are failing.

Guys. So, I've got Lucy
in my office screaming at me.

She terminated an
experiment in process.

Shut up about Lucy!

My father,
something is happening to him,

and it is not a *** stroke.

Perhaps he is between gears.

What gears?

What is he turning into?

I fixed him.
He's likely to live longer than you.

You... You fixed him?

I don't recognize him.

I eliminated his analog space.

His representational space.

That space was him!

This is not what
is important right now!

All right. Stop.

Listen, whatever's
wrong with your dad,

it sounds like he needs a doctor.

- We just came from a doctor.
- A doctor we can trust.

This I can do.

Okay, Zach, lay some skin on me.

- See you.
- Bye, Dr. Sloane.

You show up here like... Like...

- Like...
- Teddy, I'm sorry.

Sorry?

Uh, is that it?

Two syllables to replace three years

of grief, anger and resentment.

I have more syllables
if you'll hear them.

Right now? Okay.

As you know, I was fired,

and excommunicated and
emotionally extradited...

- Hatch, I have work to do.
- I *** up.

I was ashamed and I wanted to die.
So, I ran away.

And you're here now for what?

I need you to look at something.

And, um...

And I never stopped
wanting to see you again.

Look, fine, I'm an ***, all right?

We know that.
But... this isn't about me.

Pretend I'm a stranger.

This is about a man's life.

And a family. An innocent family.

Dystonia doesn't get better.

Exactly.

Hatch, what is this?

It's more alien stuff.

What are you listening to?

What?

Sorry, I was just asking
what you're listening to.

It's Ashleigh, isn't it?

Yeah, Ashleigh.

But not with a "Y,"
with, uh, "E-I-G-H," like "sleigh."

No, I don't know you. *** off.

How about that?

You've seen a badge before, right?

You wanna hold it?

No, thank you.

Okay, Ashleigh. "E-I-G-H."

No, um, yes. "E-I-G-H" like "sleigh."

I should put bells on you.

You could be my reindeer.

Guess that would make me Santa.

You want me to put reins
in your mouth, Ashleigh?

- No.
- Come here.

- No.
- Come here.

Ashleigh Fiore, 364 Maron Drive.

Daughter to Henry.

Sister to Brinleigh.

She does the "E-I-G-H," too,
doesn't she, Ash?

So, on your Instagram, um...

Uh, uh, the jet.
The day that you called,

"*** whacked"?

There was a guy.
There was a really weird guy.

On the plane, remember?

- NDA.
- CIA.

Well, I know you're a pack animal.

I know you're a beast of burden,

but you can tell me
what you saw on the jet

or I'll have you
charged with treason.

And I'll stick you in
a room with reins in your mouth

for the rest of your life.

Talk to me.

He asked if the
cabin was pressurized.

What?

He asked if the
cabin was pressurized.

Why? Why did he do that?

He kind of...

He kind of got like... That.

- The balloons?
- Yeah.

It's about gravity or...
Or air pressure.

And maybe that's why
he didn't want the lab

on the third floor,
because of the elevators.

You think to survive long-term
they need a low gravity location?

High altitude. Low oxygen.

I think it's about
how thin the air is.

Check mountain ranges.

I searched Newton's old work

for something I must have overlooked.

Some hidden detail
that would lead me to a solution.

But I was lost.

Why the impossible science?

Why the instruction
"to see with their eyes"?

Why this journey into self?

My mind began to fracture.

Until then,
I had only perceived our existence

through a singular point of view.

With a singular purpose.

To protect the hive.

He's okay. Just confused, frustrated.
He's inside.

Yeah, thanks.

Six, three, seven, eight, two...

Dad?

Zero, two, four, six, seven, one.

- If you undid it and...
- Molly, stay... Stay here.

And then you look at it...

Why? Why is it stuck?
Why is it stuck?

Molly, go to your room.

Dad? Dad?

Seven... Where's the seventh?

Hey, hey, hey.
It's me. It's me, Juzzie.

It's me, Dad. It's Juzzie.

Yeah. Yeah.

- Juzzie?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Juzzie?

What's happening to me?

Come here, Dad.

It's gonna be okay.

- Thanks for comin'.
- Uh-huh.

Looks like you've got
something on your mind.

Okay.

Physically he is like
a 40-year-old triathlete.

His blood oxygen levels
are abnormally high.

I'll keep an eye on that.

But he's not in any
danger in that way.

His file reads like, uh, fantasy.

He... He is a miracle.

Beyond that, it's for a psychiatrist.

- I, um...
- I understand.

You can't bring him to other doctors.

Well, I'm here for you
and you can call me anytime.

Thank you.

Hey. Uh, Teddy,
before you go, I wanted to...

Shut up.

You've been given a responsibility.

I don't even think you understand
how massive the responsibility is.

Uh. Well, I... I think I do.

Ah.

Do you wanna meet the guy who...

I don't wanna meet anybody else.

I don't wanna know
any more than I have to.

Don't *** this one up, Hatch. Huh?

If you *** this one up,
it's an actual sin.

My dad almost got killed

in the middle of the road
listening to *** bees.

Bees?

Zero, eight, zero...

What you call bees, we have
a very similar species at home.

And?

Antheans hold them, bees,

in high regards for their efficiency
and singularity of purpose.

- Dad.
- No! No!

This is not my father.

Nine, eight, seven, two, one.

Don't!

Dad.

Get out!

You did this to him.

Get the *** out now!

Two, two.

She was right.

But even then, I couldn't
comprehend what I had done.

"I showed the grown-ups
my masterpiece

"and I asked them if
my drawings scared them.

"They answered,
'Why be scared of a hat?'

"My drawing was not
a picture of a hat.

"It was a picture
of a boa constrictor

"digesting an elephant."

A gift from a child.

A story about perspective...

And transformation.

I was looking at the machine one way.

Josiah was looking at it another.

Or from a different perspective,

the machine was calling to us.

Call, response.

I was responding one way.

Josiah was responding another.

Expression. Improvisation.

Everything that lives
between what you feel

and what you can put into words.

Tip of your tongue,
just out of reach.

Nine, six.

Don't you think there's something
special happening here?

Something spiritual.

It's transcendent.

Is he gonna get better?

Yeah, I don't...

I don't know, baby.

But, um, you know...

We got the gift
of this time with him.

And he was...

He was happy in a way that...

That sounds like you
think he's gonna die.

No.

No, no, no, I don't.

I'm ju...

Well, I'm scared, too.

He had your equation.

He's trying to communicate.

It doesn't have to be interpreted
as electromagnetic waves.

The bees,
the guitar, the waves are sound.

They're frequencies.

Substitute sound waves
for electromagnetic waves.

They'll make the
atoms work in harmony.

The way bees work in harmony.

We needed a super computer
powerful enough to align atoms.

That super computer is jazz.

Josiah converted his daughter's
equation into sound frequencies.

Because music itself is mathematical.

He simplified the equation

and wrote us

the song.

If the lights turn on,
we know we have energy.

If the lights turn pink,
we know it's stable.

- Hmm.
- Dad...

- Hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay. Here you go.

It's what you wrote on the wall.

Capacitor bank's fully charged.

Safety's enabled.

Ready to fire.

In three, two, one.

Plasma is stable.

The density is good.

Ready for heating.

If my dad has any problems at all,
you shut it down.

I don't care how close we are. Okay?

You ready, Dad?

Acceleration's not stable.

Shit. It's slowing down.

Is slow bad?

- Faster.
- Carefully.

Dad, try a higher frequency.

It's destructing.
Shut it down, shut it down!

No, keep going.

The rule of improvisation
is it cannot stop.

All right.
Give me, uh, 10% more at the top.

Higher amplitude.

A bit more in the middle.

No, no, no.
That's too much. Half that.

Do that again. That same phrase.

That's the resonance.

Okay.

Keep it going.

Keep it going.

What's happening here?

We just taught a computer jazz.

Now we see if it can play.

Dad.

Dad, you did it.

You did it, you did it, you did it.

Doctor, hi.

Sorry, do I know...

No!

The file for Josiah Falls.

Now.

They *** turned it on?
Why didn't you tell me immediately?

It's the middle of the night.

By the time Tim got me, it was over.

Why were you away from your phone?

I found Newton.

What? What? How?

- I got Josiah's medical files.
- Okay.

I checked the hemoglobin
levels in his blood work.

Their blood needs twice the oxygen.

That means they
need dense vegetation.

And we know we're looking for
mountain ranges in Southeast Asia.

We are looking for elevated jungles.

What are you telling me?
Where is he? Where is he?

Cambodia.

He's in Cambodia.

What is this? What is this mass?

Two hundred thousand tons of cement.

In the middle of the jungle.

That could be a lot of things.

It could be a silo,
it could be a dam.

It's underground.

Oh, shit. Newton's...

Newton's in a bunker.

Wow, that is a terrible car.

Awful.

Hey, congratulations.

Thank you.

I mean, it is never
leaving the building, but...

Why are you so *** brazen?

I just saw a miracle.

Hold on. Is this that moment
where the miracle finally wins out?

Yeah, you know what?
I feel like, it is.

Then you're a child. I have it.

Hatch, I have you.

I feel like you
had me a little better

before the *** machine worked.

You psycho!

You know... You know
what I absolutely have, Hatch?

I have proof

that you smuggled
Newton's tenth design

out of OriGen seven years ago.

And that you tried to sell it.

And to whom.

Okay? So, this shit you're
spraying about a miracle,

that miracle had a price tag for you.

That included the fact
that you betrayed your sister.

Didn't you?

Your steely and fragile sister.

Now that you're all rebonded again,

it would be a ***
shame if she found out.

He's changing into something Anthean.

Isn't he?

When I realigned him,

I was trying to unburden you.

The burden is love.

You don't understand.

I'm starting to.

You were...

You were trying to help the mission.

Help yourself.

Help him, too.

I'm sorry I yelled at you.

This wouldn't have happened

without your equation.

Uh, you interpreted it.

I interpreted your father.

Tell me about him.

Everything.

Um...

He was born on New
Providence Island in, uh,

1955.

He made my dates come
in and listen to Mingus.

It was mortifying.

But he is, uh...

I'm...

I am so thankful.

So, God.

Prayer.

The Anthean god is progress,
efficiency.

That's what we worship.

Have we ever stopped to ask...

to what end?

Humans do.

They ask that in every moment.

Every interaction.

Every sunrise.

Because their God is meaning.

Dinner together, meaning.

A father's touch, meaning.

A mother's strength, meaning.

At the beginning of
this transmission, I asked,

"How is humanity
beneficial to anything?

"Where does it fit in the universe?"

Now I know.

Find meaning in the moment

and the moment can become eternal.

Humanity is quantum.

Humanity is jazz.

And, wife...

it is beautiful.