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Previously on "The Ark."

- His death is not your fault. - I was his father.

Fix or death.

If we don't fix it, they'll kill us.

I want to know how you shot down "EF1"! Tell me!

You will regret this.

Goodbye.

The transfer is complete.

The server shut down because the ship went down,

before Ves or "Ark 11" were even here.

We haven't met, have we?

I'm James. James Brice.

What?

I have to concur with Dr. Kabir's assessments.

Your brain looks completely normal.

There's nothing physical

that will lead to this type of targeted memory loss.

So what are the next steps? Is there anything we can do?

Uh, we could upload Doc back into Brice's head,

try to recover the memories that way.

It's not likely to work.

I'm sorry, you--

you want to put her back in my head?

Have you lost your mind?

Is that even safe?

I'd advise against it.

You see, the programming that created Doc

may have taken Brice's memories of you to manipulate him

into putting it back into his head.

Essentially, we'd be doing exactly what it wants us to do.

Yeah, look, there's no way Doc's getting anywhere

near my brain again, okay?

Beyond that, there's not much we can do.

But all his memories of me can't just be gone, right?

Truth is there's no way to know.

Here you go.

It's got a little bit of a kick.

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

How you doing, sis? - Good.

I'll have what Clark's drinking.

Mmm. It's just my usual.

The Crater.

What can I get you?

Um, a small tissue sample from your brain?

Ah, that's good.

But that's not on the menu.

Dr. Kabir is working on a cure to stop the Gen-3s

from turning psychotic.

Having a sample from you to cross-reference

with Sharon's would be such a big help.

I don't know, dear.

Am I gonna end up like one of those Gen-3s on Kurtis's ship?

No.

She's already taken a sample from me, and it was easy.

- Mm-hmm. - You'll be fine.

So you think I'm the key to the cure?

How flattering.

We shouldn't get ahead of ourselves.

I mean, I also need a control.

A control?

Yeah, a Gen-3 G44.

Like Sharon, but one whose psychosis has kicked in.

We can find one on Drake's ship.

Ooh.

Yeah, but you are not going back there.

What if you didn't have to?

What are you suggesting?

Well, Drake's ship ain't the only place with Gen-3s.

What about the space station in the Viridis system?

- Space station? - Space station?

Mm-hmm.

You did what?

We were trying to help.

When we went, we didn't think the cave people would hurt us.

Were you really naive enough

to think that they would take down an entire ship

and not hurt you?

Clearly, we were right. We're still alive.

- For now. - Zed is right.

It was too dangerous for you to go down there alone.

They trust us.

They're obviously trying to communicate with us.

What do you mean? Communicate how?

Ever since I came in contact with that ancient slab,

I've been able to understand their written language.

Felix, this is ridiculous.

We asked them why they kidnapped us.

And John Doe wrote this.

What does it mean?

I'm not sure.

I can't translate it,

but it was etched on the stone that they were sitting around.

One of the cave people looked kind of angry,

and he got up and said something to John Doe.

They can talk?

Yeah, apparently.

I guess we just can't hear them with our ears.

And after he said whatever he said,

John looked kind of irritated, and he wrote--

And he wrote, fix whatever this symbol is, or die.

He threatened you?

He threatened you

and you still claim they wouldn't hurt you?

What did he want you to fix?

Well, isn't it obvious?

It's the weapon they used to shoot down "EF1."

If it weren't broken,

they would have taken our ships down too.

We don't know that.

We need to take action before they do.

No! We--

we don't even know that's what they were talking about.

We can't waste any more time.

We need to arm ourselves.

Get down there. Find the weapon.

We don't have enough information to justify that.

I want justice for my son.

Really?

Because it's starting to sound like you want revenge.

And all done.

That's it?

You don't got to drill into my brain or anything?

Not today.

Oh, kidding. Not ever.

How is it possible we've never heard

of this space station before?

Well, it's not exactly public knowledge.

It's run by a group of Kurtis's trillionaire buddies.

He leaves his Gen-3s there when he's done with them.

What do his friends want with Gen-3s?

Mm, I don't know, dear. You'd have to ask them.

Any idea how to find it?

I was a navigator before Kurtis made me his wife.

I can get you those coordinates,

but you're gonna need someone to get you in.

Luckily, we know a trillionaire

who might have some insight.

Mm-hmm.

I just can't believe they actually

managed to pull it off.

A space station wasn't part of the Ark program.

How did they get off Earth?

They financed their own private Arks using my design.

They always had some elaborate notion

about using multiple Arks to build a space station.

Huh.

But I had no idea they had actually done it.

Well, I would like to see it for myself.

Any idea how to get access?

Well, I wasn't planning on going into space today,

but, uh, I have to confess

I am curious about how my old pals actually pulled it off.

And there's no way that you're gonna get in there without me.

Sharon!

I'd like to join.

You should stay here and work things out with Eva.

Yeah, but that's just it.

I don't remember what it is I'm supposed to be working out.

Well, as far as I'm concerned, she's just a stranger.

I can't imagine how weird that must be for you.

You may not remember, but I know you, and you'd want to.

Yeah, you could be right.

You should get back.

Oh, hey.

You be careful out there.

We need to talk.

I'm concerned about Avega.

He is still not thinking straight.

Actually, he's even more unhinged.

Might do something rash.

Like what?

He wants to go down into the caves with guns

to interrogate the people who live there.

Okay. Keep an eye on him.

Make sure he doesn't go off half-cocked.

And try to find this weapon?

Yeah. Based on Kelly's translations,

it sounds like the weapon is broken.

Oh, that may be true, but we still need to find it.

It could be dangerous, even broken.

I feel guilty leaving right now

with everything that's going on.

Oh, no.

This cure will save lives.

Your mission is out there. Mine is here.

- See you soon? - Yes.

Elias Babic,

who capitalized on the first AI rebellion on Earth.

So he's an opportunist.

Exactly.

And next is Luna Anderson.

She built a pharmaceutical empire

by boosting the prices of medications.

That's despicable.

And incredibly lucrative.

And this is Anton Novis.

- The mining trillionaire. - Correct.

Many credit him by speeding up Earth's demise by 100 years

and losing a lot of lives in the process.

Yeah, I remember that guy.

He was always in the news

'cause he kept trying to compete

in mixed fighting matches and getting his ass kicked.

Oh, good.

Another gem.

It was him who spearheaded the construction

of this space station.

You were friends with these guys?

I don't know if I'd say friends.

We had to get along to do business.

I just hope that without Earth's politics,

they'll be easier to endure.

People change.

After all, you did.

Looks like a mining operation.

Makes sense.

That's how Anton made his money on Earth.

Reminds me of the time we attached to the comet

and took water from it.

They're more than likely doing that too.

Hail them, Kimi.

Initiating contact.

Mr. Novis, I'm Captain Garnet of "Ark 1,"

and you know Mr. Trust.

Anton.

It's been too long.

So many familiar faces.

Pleasure to meet you, Captain Garnet.

Go get our little toy.

Well, well, well!

Will, you haven't changed a bit.

You still look scrawny.

So I assume you came to see our space station.

Oh, you're going to love it.

Everything is top-of-the-line here.

I assure you, things are quite well advanced

on the planet we've settled.

Actually, as nice as this reunion is,

we do have a reason for our visit.

We're looking for a Gen-3 G44.

Mm, I had a feeling that's why you were here.

As soon as I saw your face, Captain Garnet,

I knew you'd be curious about Gen-3.

Take a look.

Resemblance is remarkable.

Of course, in case of this one,

the inside of that pretty head is pretty much mush.

Okay, if that's how you feel,

then I-I'm sure you won't mind if we take her off your hands.

Well, you're welcome to come see it up close if you like,

but unfortunately, it's not for sale.

It?

For sale?

What are you doing?

Ian left me to finish analyzing the server

from "EF1."

So what's it telling us?

According to the data Ian recovered,

it was recording up to the time of the impact.

That means all systems, like artificial gravity,

life support had gone down,

causing the ship to spiral and crash.

Avega thinks the people

living in the caves shot it down.

But when Kelly and I went back in there,

we didn't see anything-- - Wait.

You went down there again? Are--

Why didn't you tell me?

I really don't think they want to hurt us.

Okay.

Anyway, I didn't see anything advanced enough

to take down a ship that size.

Well, the advanced tech might not be out in the open.

Or it could look totally different from ours.

My gut says it wasn't them.

It wasn't them.

Well, what was it then?

Uh, sorry.

Um, I didn't mean to barge in.

You don't need to apologize.

This is your home too.

Right.

Yeah.

Almost forgot.

I can't really wrap my head around it.

We were in a relationship?

I was the love of your life.

I find it hard to believe I'd forget a face like yours.

Dr. Marsh thought that the pictures

might jog some memories.

Come.

Um.

So that's us in the bio dome.

We're actually on our first official date.

And, um, that one is in the mess hall.

Oh, and that's when we built a fort.

You said you couldn't wait to get to Homebase

so you can go camping.

Right.

Yeah, no, I wanted to remember what it was like

to be under the stars instead of among them.

- You remember? - Yeah.

But, um--

no, I remember thinking that.

But...

I don't remember any of this.

It's like there's these massive holes, you know?

Yeah, um...

okay, that's-- that's enough for tonight.

I'm just gonna go to bed.

So--sorry. Uh--

For what?

You've seen me completely naked.

A lot.

Yeah, well, uh, just have to take your word for that.

I love you.

I just went through hell to get you back.

But you're still not here.

I'm sorry. I just don't remember.

I'll find somewhere else to sleep tonight, okay?

Avega to Fowler.

Come to the council office. It's urgent.

I guess he likes you.

I don't understand. What's going on?

I had a team out on patrol.

They found him creeping around the colony.

The good news is Eva's modifications to the generators

seem to have worked.

The sound is not hurting his ears.

So let me guess. You want me to translate?

Well, we need to know. What is he doing here?

And what happened to "EF1"?

I'll try.

Do that.

I'm guessing Drake wasn't just dumping Gen-3s here.

He must have been trading them to Novis

in return for resources from that asteroid.

Yeah, but what does Novis want with Gen-3s?

Nothing good.

He talked about her like she was cargo.

We have to get her out of there.

We can't just storm in there and take her, though.

We don't know what we're walking into.

I agree.

Anton doesn't care about what's right and wrong.

He only cares for utility and profit.

Luckily, that means that we can negotiate.

With what?

What's in there?

My secret weapon. Just let me do the talking.

Rusty! Rusty! Rusty! Rusty! Rusty! Rusty!

Rusty!

Rusty?

Yes, it's Anton's affectionate nickname for me.

Yeah, 'cause he was like rust.

- Makes you look worse. - And he's hard to get rid of.

Unfortunately for Anton, his nickname was Little House.

What does that mean?

Oh, it's quite straightforward, really.

Anton had the smallest house.

Well, I know you're anxious to see my new Gen-3 toys, so--

Follow me.

Toy?

Please, welcome.

Oh, dear. I should have mentioned.

This might be a little upsetting

for you, Captain Garnet.

I mean, given your family resemblance.

How long has she been in there?

Not that long. A few weeks.

She's a human being.

Oh, really?

And I don't like your attitude.

How much is she worth to you?

I told you, Rusty, it's not for sale.

This one, my friend, is for the fight.

Sorry, what fight?

Anton likes to host fights.

He pits people against Gen-3s in a fight to the death.

It's a bloodbath.

You'll love it.

I didn't mean to upset you guys.

I know we promised we'd never do this with Gen-2,

but this one in there,

it doesn't know its head from its foot.

Which is exactly why she shouldn't be fighting.

It's completely inhumane.

It's not at all!

We give it the best life until the last moments.

She has best food, best medical care.

Why?

So you can keep her healthy

until you put her in a ring to be beaten to death?

Look, if you won't sell,

why don't we just let Dr. Kabir take a small sample from her?

Hmm? Just so I can further my research into the Gen-3s.

In return for what?

I happen to remember that you love...

Peaches.

Rusty, you old dog.

And there's plenty more where that came from.

Oh, I could never resist a stone fruit.

Fine, fine.

Feel free to take your samples.

But I need this clone

in a fighting shape by this evening, okay?

Of course.

Dr. Kabir will just need to go to the shuttle

to get her extraction kit.

Knock yourself out!

You've got to be joking.

That was your big negotiation plan?

And you're just gonna let this happen?

Well played, Mr. Trust.

You just got us access.

You know, I'd love a tour.

I want a chance to see if this place

is all it's cracked up to be.

By all means. It'll give us time to catch up.

You stay here and take care of this one

if she gets too rambunctious.

Take this.

Follow me, my friend.

How long do you think Trust's tour will last?

Not long. We need to move quickly.

Okay. It's okay, sweetheart. It's okay. It's okay.

All right.

Could--could you help us hold her still, please?

Can you just-- - I'm trying!

It's okay, honey. We're not gonna hurt you.

All clear.

How do we get her out of here?

I'm giving her a mild sedative.

Let's hope Trust can keep Anton occupied.

They all seem afraid of you.

Afraid?

No, they're just respectful.

Which makes sense.

I provide their essentials.

Food, water, roof over their heads.

All of which, of course, I control.

These resources, this water, the ore?

All mined from the asteroid,

which allows us to be more self-sustaining.

Well, I have to admit it's impressive.

It's exceeded my expectations.

Thank you, sir.

Coming from you, it's high praise.

"Ark 1" is very lucky to have you.

Listen, I know we've been competitive over the years,

but in this new landscape,

imagine how much more we could accomplish

if we pool our resources together.

Hmm?

Your designs make all of this possible.

But together, we can do much more.

So you're suggesting that we become trading partners?

Mm, no.

What I'm actually suggesting is

you might be more comfortable staying here.

So?

What do you think of my taste now, hmm?

I could definitely get used to this.

Sharon!

Come on. Get her quiet.

Oh.

He keeps saying "answered" and pointing to me.

I guess he means he already told me everything?

Maybe we should take a break.

We're not getting anywhere.

He keeps saying something's wrong.

That's the symbol for "wrong," but I don't know what's wrong.

All right.

Try changing the subject.

Ask him about the ship. How did they bring down "EF1"?

The sun.

He's saying "the sun."

The sun or sunlight brought down "EF1."

That doesn't even make sense.

Ask him again. Where's the weapon?

Again, the sun.

Enough!

I want to know where the weapon is.

Don't yell.

He doesn't know what you're saying.

Zed, you need to calm down now.

Forgive me. Obviously, I'm--

It's okay.

But we've been doing this all night.

He's already answered a lot of questions.

I think we should let him go.

No.

Not until I have answers about my son's death.

Kelly is right. We should let him go.

I mean, if he feels threatened

or like he's being held prisoner,

he might stop talking altogether.

It's okay. You can go.

No.

He's not going anywhere until I know where the weapon is.

Let him go, Zed.

When I get the information I want.

This is ridiculous.

Kelly?

Kelly.

Now I'm gonna go with our friend

and make sure he gets home safely,

and you're gonna stay here and calm the hell down.

Go.

I can't go any further.

"Important."

Okay, fine. Let's go.

What is that?

Oh, my God.

Kelly said it was in this direction.

Preliminary atmospheric analysis indicates

sub-normoxic environment.

Meaning?

The oxygen is getting very low.

Right.

So you are a brilliant science person then.

I'm an engineer.

Engineer?

It's strange how you can remember how to fly a shuttle,

but you don't remember me.

Yeah.

I guess it is.

Do you remember when Sasha taught you

how to say "I love you" in Serbian?

Uh, I think so, yeah.

And do you remember who he was teaching you to say it to?

Look, I--no, okay?

I've told you I don't remember--

I take it that was for you?

We're approaching the coordinates Kelly gave.

Wait.

What the hell could have caused that?

The oxygen above 5 meters is too thin.

They suffocated.

Okay.

I'm taking us back to base.

Look along that mountain ridge.

Does that look to you like it's kind of glowing?

Aye.

Let's check it out.

Sensors are starting to pick up increased heat signatures.

Whoa.

It's expanding towards Homebase.

Oh, boy.

That can't be good.

So are these your indentured servants?

No, not servants.

Employees.

Everything is above board.

How?

Well, we have a class system, of course.

These are workers and an upper class.

We have our very own currency,

which functions just as well as it did on Earth.

Trust me, Mr. Trust.

All my friends have lives men like us deserve.

I can see the appeal.

Mm.

Well, if you can see the appeal...

then join us, Will.

Join us.

You'll live like a king.

Quite tempting, Anton.

It is quite attractive.

So--mmm.

Tell me honestly.

You can't possibly be loyal to that clone you came with, hmm?

Can you?

Well, um--

Sir, we've intercepted several members of "Ark 1"

attempting to disembark with the Gen-3.

Hold them there.

Did you know about this?

Of course not.

I think I made it clear I wasn't looking to sell.

And yet, here you are, absconding with my property.

She's not property.

Well, I beg to differ.

She'll be very entertaining to my people later.

You can't still make her fight.

She's in no condition.

She's drugged and can barely stand.

Perhaps you shouldn't have dragged her then.

The fight is scheduled for today and she will fight.

Okay, maybe we can make a deal.

Our planet is rich in water and minerals.

Oh, is it?

As I was just explaining to Mr. Trust here,

we have everything we need already.

Does anyone on your station need medical attention

or something from our DNA vaults?

Doctor, there's nothing to negotiate.

The people are expecting the clone fight.

They'll get it.

I'm a clone.

I'll do it.

Sharon, you can't.

People are expecting G44.

So it has to be me.

Yeah.

I'll fight in her place.

Interesting.

I guess one clone is as good as the next.

It might make for a much more entertaining fight.

But I won't kill anyone.

I wouldn't worry about that.

And you have to let my crew and the Gen-3 go.

Agreed.

If you win.

And only if you win.

You got this.

The hell is going on?

Why is Anton in the ring?

Guess he's not lost his passion for fighting.

She's gonna kick his ass.

I don't like this.

We're broadcasting live to everyone on the space station,

so let's make this good.

Are you sure you want to do this?

Oh, sure I'm sure. Should be fun.

- Okay. - Okay.

Anton always dreamed of himself as a fighter,

but he was about as good as I am.

Which is to say not.

You're in for a surprise.

- Yes! - Yes!

Whoa!

Wow, wow, wow!

Is that the best you got?

As much as I want to hit you, we can still call this off.

Oh, please. Hit me.

Come on, hit me.

Come on.

That's not the best you got.

Come on!

Yeah!

I love this.

Mm.

Don't you think it's time we end this?

If you want. Fine.

Let's end this.

What the bloody hell was that?

Come on, Captain. Get up.

What the bloody hell was that?

Get up, Captain! You got this!

Whoa! - Is Anton post-human?

Oh, you didn't know?

Whoa! Whoa!

Excuse me a moment.

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa!

Anton is post-human.

No wonder he was so eager to fight.

Looks like he's got more augments than Kelly.

We have to do something

or Garnet isn't gonna make it out alive.

Let's give it up for Captain Garnet.

Captain Garnet! Captain Garnet!

All right. I've got an idea.

Captain Garnet! Captain Garnet!

Captain Garnet!

Come on, baby! You can do it!

Captain Garnet! Captain Garnet!

Whoa! She's raging.

Oh, she is mad. Come on, hit me.

Come on.

Come on, Ian. Come on.

Hey.

I'm giving you Captain Garnet!

Oh, my God.

Got you.

What's happening?

Guys? - Get up, Sharon.

- Get up, Sharon! - Get up, Captain.

Good work.

Come on! Come on!

Let's go.

It's working.

Yes!

Oh.

- Yes, Sharon! - Come on, Sharon! Come on!

I concede you win! You win!

I thought this was a fight to the death!

Please, please let me live.

You go and take your Gen-3 with you.

Just let me live!

Please! Please! - You're pathetic.

Guards!

I'll snap his neck.

She's bluffing.

Try me.

We had a deal.

I was under duress.

Well, by the look of things, you still are.

I thought you were joining us.

I was considering it

until you reminded me who you really are.

Ian, am I right in assuming you initiated code 34?

Bloody right.

What's code 34?

The simultaneous initiation of biological,

cybernetic, and systemic shutdown.

What the hell does that mean?

It means I didn't just turn off your implants.

I initiated critical failure.

And that means you won't be able to activate

your implants ever again.

And so with that in mind,

I'd like to offer everyone a choice.

Look how weak he is without his implants.

He's nothing more than a feeble liar.

Do you really want to align yourself

with someone like this?

Arrest them! Arrest them!

Take them!

No! No, not me!

Arrest them!

You had me a little scared there.

Glad you're okay.

You do realize you're the only thing holding me up.

I have to confess I never really liked Anton.

I don't think any of us did. We were just scared of him.

Rust--

Will, I'm sorry for how we've acted.

I accept your apology on one condition.

Can I count on you to keep Anton in check?

Make that two conditions.

No more buying, selling, or fighting Gen-3s.

You have our word.

And maybe with everything changing around here,

we could become trading partners?

Would be good to get some of those peaches.

We'll be in touch.

Felix. Captain Avega.

What's going on?

We saw some pretty disturbing stuff on the flyover.

Thought you should know about it.

The oxygen has dropped dangerously low

outside the safety zone.

Killed a shite ton of birds.

Any indication of a cause?

No. But it gets worse.

We saw lava bubbling up from the ground at about 21K mark.

Seems to be moving towards Homebase.

Yeah, bottom line, our new home planet's going to hell.

Roger that. Uh--

Any progress on the "EF1" server?

Not really.

I've been poring over this data for hours, but I--

I feel like I'm missing something.

The man from the underground

said the sun brought down

Does that mean anything to you?

The sun?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Look, it says "magnetic field manipulation activated."

How does that relate to the sun?

It might refer to solar magnetic field manipulation.

Scientists on Earth were working on using

magnetic field manipulation as a way to

alter the magnetic fields on the sun

to adjust its solar flare activity,

but it never worked.

At least not on Earth.

Could that be what causes solar flares on Ross?

The ones that took down "Ark 4"?

It's possible.

They did have an identical cave system underground there

just like the one here. - Wait, wait, wait.

I want to make sure I understand what you're saying.

So you think that someone found a way

to create a weapon that generates solar flares

and directs them at a specific target?

That's exactly what I'm saying.

So we're looking for a weapon that has the ability

to control a sun?