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Mission control,
this is Bloodhound Alpha,

Bloodhound Alpha.

No sign of the target
in Sector 5.

Repeat, no sign of the target...

Sector 7-B also negative.

That's a negative
for Sector 7-B.

This is a God damn
waste of time.

He could be a thousand miles
away by now.

Not in his condition.

-Bingo.

Mission control,
this is Bloodhound Alpha.

We're on his tail.

Got it.

Did you touch the sample?

Did you touch the sample?

You shouldn't have
touched it.

You know better.

Ah!

Agh!

Had that coming,
you bastard.

Ooh, no fair, you're dead!

No, I killed you
fair and square,

you son of a bitch.

How many times
have I told you not to curse?

How many times have I told you
to keep your hands to yourself?

All right, easy, killer.

That'll teach you to strike
a defenseless woman.

I'm not your girlfriend,
you know.

No, she's still out there
somewhere.

Her and Travis.

What do you say we gang up
on 'em?

Isn't that cheating?

You know what they
about love and war.

And this is both of 'em.

Let's get 'em.

Yeah.

Who the hell are they?

Must be another team.

I say we rush 'em.

Too many.

Pussy.

Don't be offensive,

besides, we're after Travis
and Brook.

Focus on the objective.

"Focus on the objective,"
gee, Jiggs,

couple weeks in the Reserves

and you're John Wayne
or something.

-Quiet.

-That's what I wanna know.
-Quiet.

Looks deserted.

Make a good hiding place,
wouldn't it?

What if they found it first?

I bet they did.

Brook, anyway.

She likes to ambush.

Split up, you take that side,
I'll go the other way.

Who's givin' the orders
around here?

I am.

You're so tough.

Yah!

Ah!

What the hell are you doing
to him?

No funny moves.

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

You're one of them,
aren't you?

Put your hands
behind your head.

Now get moving,
that way,

nice and easy.

I'll use this thing
if I have to, I swear.

I'll--I'll blow
your freakin' head off.

What about my friend?

He's okay.

I checked him out,
don't worry about him.

What's this all about anyway?

Bah, like you don't know.

No more talk,
now just get going.

Take off your clothes.

What?

You heard me, all of them, now.

I knew you were a pervert
the minute I saw you.

Chuck 'em in there.

Gonna have some fun
with them later?

Just do it.

Had a black lace number you
might have liked even better.

Shut up.

I'm taking a chance
letting you live at all.

Never mind, it wouldn't
have fit you anyway.

What's this all about?

No more talking.

In there.

Let me out!

Let me out, please!

Please let me out!

Only two of you left.

Who's gonna be the next one
to give his life for science,

huh?

Sorry, little fella,
it can't be helped.

It's a couple of lab rats versus
five billion human beings.

Sometimes it doesn't seem
like a fair trade.

Oh well.

I might not be far behind you.

In you go.

Ah!

Please, please!

Hey Jiggs?

Jiggs.

Brook.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I guess so.

What the hell is going on here?

No clue.

I saw--I saw a big guy,
like a bug man.

Yeah, I saw him too.

Come on,
let's get somewhere safe.

Man, that's a hell
of a bump.

I think you're gonna be
okay though.

Where's Beth?

I thought she was with you.

That guy must have got her.

What, the bug man?

Yeah, the bug man.

There's some seriously weird
and dangerous shit

goin' on here.

Well, let's just find Beth

and get the hell out of here.

I don't think we can.

What do you mean?

I tried to get out
like an hour ago

and some guy shot at me,
real bullets.

He almost blew my head off.

Jesus.

Yeah.

What about Travis?

Travis, he's still outside.

He was trying to ambush
the guys in the woods.

Well, at least he's safe.

Look at these guys.

I bet you think
you're hot stuff.

Let's see how good
you really are.

What a bunch of amateurs.

Game on.

Ahh!

Somebody get a garbage detail
in here.

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

I'm such an idiot sometimes.

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna get Beth back

and get the hell out of here.

How?

One thing at a time.

He's got a gun.

So do I.

He's got a real gun.

Yeah, well, maybe he won't know
we're bluffing.

Yeah, or maybe he'll blow
our freakin' heads off.

What are you doing?

I get to ask the questions now.

I knew you were one of them.

I knew it!
Let me out of here!

You don't understand
the danger you're in!

Shut up!

Ah!

For God's sakes, shut up!

Shut up!

Did you hear that?

Yeah, I think it came
from this way.

Beth?

Beth?

Beth?

Beth?

Over here, look.

Oh my God.

What the hell is happening
here?

That's what I'm trying
to figure out.

Who are those people outside
and why are they shooting at us?

Like you don't know.

We don't know!

Why are you carrying
those weapons?

It's a paintball gun,
it's a game.

You think this is a game?

The future of the entire planet
depends on what happens here

in the next few hours.

Oh, for God's sake.

This isn't any paintball gun.

Beth!

Well, I want
some straight answers.

You can't kill me.

I'm the only hope
the human race has.

If I don't finish my work here,
it's over.

You can't finish your work
tied to a chair, can you?

Of course not.

So why don't you tell us
what's going on

and we'll let you go?

Well...

okay.

All right.

My name is Dr. Philip Boskovic.

I was in charge
of a government project to...

to develop a biological weapon
for military use

that could be contained.

Kill everything within
a prescribed radius

and then die out within
a predetermined time period

before it could spread
beyond the target area.

Lovely.

Oh, don't get all self righteous
with me!

We've all done stuff
we're ashamed of.

Yeah, I hear you--
I stole a Spiderman comic

when I was nine,
I haven't been the same since.

So what went wrong?

It mutated unpredictably.

In its present form,

no one fully understands
its properties,

but it is a potentially
unstoppable contagion

that could devastate life
on this planet

if it gets out of control.

It's the dingus--

No!

Why do you keep staring at it?

Stay away from that.

So you created this super virus
all by yourself in this dump?

Of course not.

My partner and I escaped
with the only samples.

God, I don't know
what happened to him.

I hid here
until I could find a means

to render the virus harmless,

but now they've found me.

One more question.

Who are those guys outside

that won't let us go?

Government troops.

They don't look like military.

They're not supposed to.

They don't want any panic.

Why don't they just rush in
and take you out?

I don't know!

Maybe they finally believe me,
I don't know.

They seem content
for the moment

just to bide their time

until they figure out
their next move.

Keep me contained here,
just like you.

You might also be contaminated.

Right.

You guys wanna join me
outside for a minute?

Wait a second!

You said you were
gonna let me go!

We'll be right back.

You said you were

gonna let me go!

You said you were gonna--
I knew it!

I knew you were one of them,
you lying bastard!

Well, you know what,
I'm not gonna do

your dirty work anymore.

I'm not gonna do--

What do you think?

What do I think?

I think his mom left him at the
Trekkie Convention too long,

that's what I think.

Are you buying that crap
he's spouting?

No, no, I'm not.

I just--I don't know.

I don't see anybody.

I do.

Behind that tree over there.

There are at least two others
there and there.

Those are the guys
that shot at you?

Close enough.

Let's see.

Hold on.

Oh God, Beth!

Oh God, Beth, for God's sake,
get back.

Ah!

Oh my God!

I guess they don't want us
going out there.

Are you okay?

I don't know--ow!

That looks like it just passed
through some baby fat.

Shut up.

Ow--ow!

Jiggs, you're hurting her.

Nah, she's tough.

I think we just need
to stop the bleeding.

All right.

Oh God.

I'm not really sure
what to do.

Oh, give me that.

You need a doctor.

Really?

Jiggs, what are we gonna do?

Call 911.

Why didn't you stop
and come back in

when they started shooting
at you?

I wanted to see
if they were bluffing.

Well, now you know, don't you?

Hello?

Hello, yes, listen,

I'm with some friends of mine.

We're in the old house

out on Halloran Road.

Yeah, there's some whackos
with guns,

some militia group or something.

They have us trapped
and they shot one of my friends.

Of course it's serious,
she's been shot,

she's bleeding, and--

yeah, there's three of us.

Yeah, the old empty house
on Halloran.

Okay, right.

Thank you.

They said sit tight,
help is on the way.

Major Larson.

Captain, status report?

Boskovic is inside the house.

He has the alpha sample
with him.

We have the area secure
and surrounded by our personnel.

We intercepted a 911 call
from within the house.

Appears to be that there are

three civilians inside
with Boskovic.

How did they get past
the sentries?

That's unknown, but one of them
was wounded attempting escape.

So much for
keeping this low-key.

Orders were to prevent anyone
from exiting the building

at any cost, Major.

Orders were to prevent anyone

from entering the building
as well.

What about Clarkson
and the beta sample?

Intercepted attempting to flee
and liquidated.

And the sample?

Liquidated as well.
Incinerated.

I thought that was
contraindicated.

They're still arguing
about that, Major.

Latest briefing has it
that temperatures

of 500 degrees Fahrenheit
and above

would effectively destroy
the contagion.

But they're not sure?

They're not sure of anything,
Major.

Jeez.

We can't release the stuff,

we can't destroy it.

We can't take Boskovic
and we can't interfere with him.

What the hell are we supposed
to do here, Diane?

We're supposed to hang tight.

I don't imagine you have
anything to drink around here?

Oh, you know me.

Suppose you can't tell me
what the big boys upstairs

have planned?

I can tell you I don't know.

There's talk of a secret weapon
bein' brought into play.

How's Leslie?

Well, she's fine.

I haven't seen much of her
that past two months,

but she's used to that by now,
I suppose.

How's Matt?

Matt who?

What we gonna do about those
civilians, Diane?

Keep a lid on 'em until we get
further information.

One's been shot.

Not much we can do about that.

Do we have any idea
what Boskovic is doing in there?

We're working on it.

I have a pair of operatives

infiltrating the building

through a secret tunnel
in the basement.

The house is supposed to be
under strict quarantine.

We've taken every precaution.

-They have the sa--
-No one goes in.

General Ackerman's orders,
Major.

Great.

What's that?

Who knows?

It's irritating.

It'll stop soon.

How do you know?

Go check it out.

Forget it, it's nothing.

The beeping stopped.

See, I told you it was nothing.

Ah!

Jesus, I wish he would shut up.

Ah!

I had a friend who worked
as an intern

at the psycho ward.

He could never sleep at night
because of the loonies howling.

If he doesn't shut up soon,

I'll give him something
to howl about.

What was that?

He stopped screaming.

That's what I meant.

Something must have happened
to him.

All right, I'll check it out.

No, don't touch me,
don't come near me.

It's too late,
it's too late,

there's nothing anyone
can do.

What are you--
what's happened?

I don't know, but it's loose.

It mutated again
and it's loose

and there's nothing
anyone can do.

What's loose?
What are you talking about?

Get out, maybe it's not too late
for you.

No, don't touch me.

Get out, get out, get out!

-We heard shouts.
-Get out!

What the hell's going on?

Something's happened to him.

You should have seen it.

His skin, it's all slimy,

it looks like it's gonna
fall off the bone.

I think maybe he wasn't as full
of crap as we thought.

Oh God, do you think that
biological warfare stuff

was for real?

I don't know,
but he kept shouting,

"Don't touch me,
don't touch me,"

and I think we'd better leave
him alone,

wait till the authorities
get here

and let them handle it.

We need to stay as far away
from him as we can.

I don't want to wait
for any authorities.

I say we look
for another way out right now.

Well, how are you doing?

I'm okay, I--I think
the bleeding stopped.

Okay, let's check out
the rest of the house.

Oh God.

Oh, sure, you're okay,
you're doin' just fine.

Look, you two stay here, I'll
check out the rest of the house.

I don't need a babysitter.

Brook, you go on with him.

Are you sure you're gonna be
okay?

I'll be fine.

Go on, take off.

I can use the peace and quiet.

Okay, let's go.

What exactly
are we looking for?

A way out those goons
don't know about.

Such as?

We'll see, won't we?

This will come in handy.

What for?

Breaking down doors,

breaking skulls.

What are you talking about?

We may have to defend
ourselves, Brook.

Against who?

Jiggs, I don't like this.

Oh, you don't like this?

We're in an old house
with a killer virus

and a crazy scientist,
surrounded by armed goons,

and you don't like this?

Oh, there's just
no pleasing you, is there?

I don't like the way
you and Beth are acting,

talking about shooting people
and whacking them with hatchets?

Beth's been shot,
for God's sake.

And what's your excuse?

Well think of
the circumstance.

I remember reading
some of these old houses

had secret passageways
underneath,

you know, underground railroad
and all that?

I always wondered how
they could fit an entire train

underneath a house.

It wasn't an actual railroad.

I know that,
it was a kid.

Anyway, I don't think the odds
are very good

we're gonna find anything
like that around here.

No, you're probably right.

I don't believe this.

How did you know?

Lucky guess.

Oh, come on.

My mom.

She was president
of the Historical Society.

I'm not gonna get a straight
answer out of you, am I?

No.

I wish I had a flashlight.

Ah!

You didn't have to do that.

He's got a gun!

It's a paintball gun.

Hey, he'll be okay.

Look out!

Everybody freeze.

All right, everybody,
play time's over.

Where's Boskovic?

Boskovic who?

Don't get cute.

Let's all keep calm.

We're not your enemies.

Tell him that.

Boskovic's in his lab.

There's something wrong
with him.

What sort of something?

I don't know.

Let's go, take us to him.

You didn't say please.

Please.

What about her?

She needs help.

There's nothing
we can do.

Not right now.

No one can leave
this house.

I'm sorry.

Let's go to this lab.

This way.

What happened
in there?

We don't know.

He was doing
some kind of experiment

and when we came back,
we found him like that.

Taped to a chair?

I did that, he was
getting out of control.

Boskovic?

Professor Boskovic?

I can get you
some help.

But you need
to cooperate.

I need some answers.

Where is it?

Where is the specimen?

It's inside of me.

Using me up.

Raw material.

Pretty soon, I'll be gone
and it'll be loose.

And then there'll be
no stopping it.

What is it?

Talk to me.

Dr. Rayburn is here.

Karin?

Yes.

Want me to bring her in?

No, don't bring her
in here.

God!

You crazy bitch!

Central Control,
this is Dr. Rayburn,

are you reading me?

Reading you.

Chandler's dead.

Chandler and Boskovic
both.

Are you receiving video
transmission?

Affirmative.

What the hell
is that?

I think it's what's left
of the two men.

Someone get the captain
and Major Larson.

Now!

Captain Forrester,
Major Larson.

We're getting transmission
from the house.

Sir, it's Dr. Rayburn, she's
transmitting from the house.

It's trying to find
a way out of the room.

But the door seems tight.

I think Boskovic was prepared
for something like this.

You have any idea
what the hell that thing is?

No idea.

This is Major Larson.

Give us your best guess,
doctor.

It looks like some kind of
giant unicellular organism.

That can't be.

Maybe it's a colony.

A colony?

Like certain species
of jellyfish.

But that can't be right,
either.

I don't know.

No guess, ma'am.

I have no idea at all.

Can you see that?

It seems to be searching
the area,

it's probing
its surroundings.

It's looking for food.

It's feeding on
the lab animals.

Are you sure
that thing is contained?

It seems to be.

Maintain communication.

Observe
and keep us posted.

Understood, Major.

If that thing
shows any sign at all

of getting loose,
let me know immediately.

Yes, ma'am.

Can we transmit
this video feed

to headquarters?

Yes, sir.

Do it.

Tell your men anyone
leaving the house

is to be terminated.

Jiggs.

She's looking worse.

Jesus, she's on fire.

Did I hear him
call you doctor?

Yes.

Can you get over here
and take a look at her?

I can't.

What do you mean,
you can't?

You're a doctor.

This woman
could be dying.

I'm sorry,
this is more important.

More important,
my ass.

Look, the thing's
not even moving.

I'll baby-sit
your monster.

I'll tell you the second
it twitches.

Just get over there.

Go!

How did this happen?

She stepped outside
and one of your guys

shot her.

They're not my guys.

Does this hurt?

A little.

How about this?

The wound itself
isn't so bad.

She's lost a lot
of blood.

And clearly,
there's infection.

Can't you do something?

I'm not prepared
for this.

I don't have anything
to work with.

Can't they fly
something in?

I mean, even if we can't leave,
can't they send in

some supplies?

Central Control,
this is Dr. Rayburn.

Are you reading me?

Reading you,
Dr. Rayburn.

Any change?

The thing appears
to be dormant.

There's a chance it could
atrophy without a food supply,

but I can't be sure.

Listen, one of the civilians
was wounded

attempting to leave
the area.

She's lost a lot of blood
and there's

intra-abdominal infection.

Is there any way you can get me
some supplies

so that I can provide
treatment?

That would be a negative,
doctor.

There must be something
that you can do!

Can't you drop me the supplies
by air?

That would be a negative also,
doctor.

Look, I understand
the need for isolation.

But surely,
there must be--

Oh, no.

Dr. Rayburn.

Dr. Rayburn,
what's happening?

Dr. Rayburn, can you
read me?

It's reproducing.

Can you see
what's happening?

It reproduces by a sort of
exponential fission.

the original organism divides
into countless smaller organisms

which presumably,
upon maturing,

will divide the same way
until--

In 18 hours, there will be over
250,000 of those things.

That's a lot of blobs.

Assuming nothing
can stop them,

and at this point,
we're not sure

if anything can,
in just over 48 hours,

the massive organisms
will cover the entire surface

of the planet.

Is that including
the oceans?

Yes it is.

But that's assuming
a constant food supply.

In order to reproduce,
they have to ingest--

We're not sure what constitutes
food for them.

Well, we know t hat they absorb
organic material.

Is that all
they feed on?

Remember, this is fundamentally
different life form.

We can't assume anything.

What it lives on,
say, nitrogen

You mean air?
How is that possible?

It doesn't share DNA
with any previously known

organism,
anything's possible.

Gentlemen, please.

I appreciate
your input,

but what we have to do now
is correlate the data we have,

whatever that may be, transmit
it back to headquarters,

where they'll make
a final decision

in a calm and rational
matter.

This is your fault!

Please, please, boss,
this is not

accomplishing anything!

I don't know what
the problem is.

We've isolated the enemy,
now we strike.

It isn't as simple
as that.

We're not sure how
this organism propagates.

I hear what you've been saying,
I'm not deaf.

The only way to make sure
that the threat

is eliminated,
especially in light

of what we've just seen
is to destroy every

last molecule.

So we nuke it.

The temperature at the center
of a nuclear explosion

is ten million degrees.

Won't be a lot
of molecules left.

Wait a minute now.

Who's going to take
the responsibility

for setting off
an atomic weapon

on U.S. soil?

I'll tell you who.

The terrorists,
that's who,

and nobody will bat
an eye.

This is no time to lie
to the American people.

What are you saying?

Announce that we've set off
a nuclear weapon

to counteract
a biological weapon

that got out of control?

Announce it?
Boy, I can tell

that you have never run
for re-election.

If we don't act fast,
there won't be

any more elections.

Every man, woman, and child
on this planet

will have to kiss his
and/or her ass good-bye.

That's a lot
of hogwash.

Maybe it is
or maybe it isn't.

The point is we don't know.

We make the wrong decision,
in 48 hours,

life on this planet
is finished.

Now I know that sounds
far-fetched.

We're talking about one organism
loose in one small house,

but that's what we're
up against.

We've been dicking
with this planet

for decades.

We've been careless,
but we've been lucky.

Well, maybe we've finally
pushed it too far.

By the time
we're sure,

it could be too late.

I say nuke it.

Professor Ethelred.

You have an alternative
proposal?

Has anyone heard of
the Tunguska Project?

Tunguska?

Isn't that the place
in Russia

where the giant meteor hit?

In Siberia.

In 1908, an explosion
of unexplained origin

leveled 2,000 square kilometers
of forest.

And speculation about
what caused it ranges

from meteor impact
to a UFO crashing

to the possible collision
of a small black hole

with the earth.

So?

The Tunguska Project
grew out of attempts

to produce miniature black holes
using particle accelerators

to promote super high energy
collisions between protons.

What the hell are you
talking about?

In the process, we may have
found a way to form

controllable singularities
of limited but profound

destructive capacity.

Excuse me, professor.

But are you talking about...

a black hole bomb?

Something like that.

Is there any running water
in this place?

We could flush out the wound
and keep it

as clean as possible.

I'll go look.

I need something to use
as bandages.

Everything in here
is so filthy.

This okay?

It's not exactly sterile,
but...

better than nothing.

What the hell?

What?

Rayburn here.

There's been a change
in the situation.

The organism is no longer
in visual proximity.

What?

It's gone.

Well, at least
I can't see it any longer.

Major Larson here.

When did it disappear?

Where did it go?

Um, I'm not sure, Major.

What?

You were supposed
to be watching it.

I'm sorry, I--

I was occupied.

Occupied?

I'm tending to the wounded
civilian.

That's not what
you're there for.

I'm sorry.

Get inside the lab,
find out what happened,

where the thing went.

Inside the lab?

You heard me.

You screwed up once.

Don't screw up again.

No, ma'am.

What's she doing?

Take care of her.

Don't do that!

Didn't you see
the blob?

Rayburn here.

Reading you,
Dr. Rayburn.

Any change?

There was a single unit
of the organism

remaining in the room.

It escaped through a crack
in the wall.

Where I assume the rest of it
went as well.

Could be anywhere in the house
now, or outside,

for that matter.

I know that.

This experiment wasn't conducted
under ideal conditions.

Boskovic would have to contain
one of these things.

I can't do that.

I can't.

I'm a doctor,
for God's sake.

What's happening,
what were you doing in there?

The organism--
organisms--

got out through a chink
in the wall.

Now basically they're
running around loose.

They could be anywhere.

Then there's no point in
keeping us quarantined anymore.

In a manner of speaking.

Meaning what?

My orders are to go back
for decontamination.

After neutralizing
the three of you.

Rayburn here.

Are you listening?

All right.

It's done.

I'm on my way.

Stinks in these things
after a while.

I'm an exobiologist,
for God's sake,

not a hit man.

This was a civilian project
when I signed on.

Boskovic was studying
the feasibility

of non-carbon based
life forms.

Ammonia-based microorganisms
on Ganymede,

that kind of thing.

And then the military
found some of his results

and before you know it,
wham!

I'm a bioterrorist!

I'm gonna take that
before you hurt somebody.

What the hell
am I gonna do?

We can't stay here.

Not with those things
loose.

We can get out
through that tunnel.

The other end
is crawling with guards.

We need outside help.

Give me your phone.

No, they'll intercept it
like the last time.

You mean help isn't
on the way?

Here.

Use mine,
it's encrypted.

Go ahead, I'm
one of you now.

Sir, there's an outgoing call
emanating from the house.

Patch it through,
let's hear it.

No can do, sir,
it's some kind

of encrypted frequency.

Can't you find out
where it'd going to?

Trying, sir.

Pick up the phone.

Hello?

Yeah, he's here,
hold on.

Hey, it's for you.

Hey, wake up!

You have a phone call.

I told you to keep
those things

out of my face.

It's for you.

Yeah?

Oh, hey.

What?

You're shittin' me.

You gotta be
shittin' me.

You're shittin' me.

Are you shittin' me?

Yeah, I know the place.

Okay.

But you better not
be shittin' me.

Who was that?

Mind your own business.

That was another
girlfriend?

Used to be.

Is she prettier
than me?

You got
a better ass.

What did she want?

Some guy shot her
and she's trapped in a house.

I gotta go help her out.

Okay.

Have fun.

Now what?

I've been thinking,
we may be safer

back in the tunnel.

At least those things
can't ambush us there.

Suits me, let's just
get the hell

out of here.

What are your bosses
up to anyway?

They can't keep a lid
on this place forever.

They got to have
something planned.

Well, they do,
but I have no idea

what it is.

The technicians who work here
and our government liaison

know about this facility.

The technology is based
on German experiments

dating back to
the 1920s.

This tank contains
50,000 metric tons

of low-density
klystron plasma.

It's necessary to maintain
the stability

of the magnetic envelopes
that contain the singularities.

Those glowing orbs
you see in the center

contain two quantum
singularities

of near-critical mass.

The magnetic envelopes
keep them separate.

If they were to come
into contact,

their masses would combine,
pushing them past

the gravitational threshold,
creating a vortex

in the space-time line,
which will feed on

surrounding matter,
essentially reducing it

to nothingness.

A black hole.

No, not a black hole.

A black hole is a region
of space

where mass is so compressed
that nothing can escape

its gravitational pull.

A black hole the size
of a pea would require

the mass of this
entire planet.

What we have here is an entirely
different principle.

Listen, we don't have time
for a physics lecture.

We wouldn't understand it
anyway.

Just what is it
you suppose we do

with this thing?

Once removed from the safety
of this tank,

the magnetic envelopes
would maintain stability

for only a matter
of hours.

The singularities
would combine

and the resulting
mega-singularity would

feed on surrounding matter
until the effect

of Hawking radiation
rendered it stable,

essentially reducing it
to nothing.

And this would take
how long?

A matter of minutes.

How many minutes?

No less than three,
but no more than 15.

And what is the damage
estimate?

Best case scenario,
everything within a radius

of seven to 13 miles
would cease to exist.

I hate to ask this,
what would the worst case

scenario be?

It's been discussed,
although I personally think

the chances of this
are insignificant.

But it's been suggested that
the singularity

would continue to grow,
feeding on surrounding matter

until this entire planet
was absorbed.

The end of the world?

Let me point out
that the same sort of thing

was suggested before the first
atomic bomb tested

in Alamogordo.

And yet the planet's
still here.

Ah, well.

That's comforting.

Can I speak to you
in private?

Excuse us.

Look, I don't understand
what any of this stuff means.

Neither do I,
but I can tell you one thing

for sure, you and I
both understand that

a lot better
than the commander in chief

ever could, and he's
gonna base what he does

on what we tell him.

I don't know what
to tell him.

Hell, even these damn geniuses
that created this stuff

don't understand it.

If we don't use
the bomb,

the earth's overwhelmed
with blobs,

or maybe not.

If we do use the bomb,
there may be no planet left

or maybe not.

As far as I can tell,
we may as well be sitting here

with our thumbs up our asses
doing nothing.

Yeah, well we can't
advise that.

No.

I think there's only
one thing we can do.

Heads, we use the bomb.

Tails, we don't.

After, uh, grave
and serious deliberation,

we've come to a decision.

Think those things
can see?

I doubt it.

I doubt they have
any sensory organs.

The most they can probably do
is detect vibrations.

I think you're right.

I think it can hear us.

Ah!

Take my hand.

I'm gonna go downstairs
and see

if there's a way through
by now.

All right.

Let's go!

Wait, Jiggs.

If we go through
the tunnel,

there'll be no place
to run.

What if they're already
in there?

I'm not going through there,
they're gonna get us for sure!

We can't stay here,
it's our only chance.

I'm not gonna go back.

I can't, I can't.

Ahh!

Go on, run!

I can't see!

Just run!

Stop right there.

No, you've got
to let us go.

Turn around and go back
the way you came.

You don't know
what's back there, man.

It killed your people,
it'll kill us all

if you don't let us
out of here.

No one leaves
the house.

For God's sake,
listen to me!

What was that?

I think I heard something
outside.

Go check it out.

Ah!

What the hell
is going on here?

Our guards
are under attack.

I can see that,
you idiot.

Can't they defend themselves
against a bunch of thugs?

We weren't expecting
anything like this.

We've got to clear the area.

Those people may be
contaminated.

We can't let them leave
the area.

We have all the roads blocked.

They've got
to be terminated.

We don't have time
to deal with them.

We've got to get
our own people

out of there.

Terminate the civilians
and evacuate.

The device has reached
destination, ma'am.

How long until
detonation?

Implosion, ma'am.

Whatever, how long?

-Unknown, ma'am.

The device became unstable
the moment it was removed

from the container tank,
Major.

There's no way
of knowing when

it will reach
critical mass.

So what you're saying,
and correct me if I'm wrong,

you saying it goes off
when it goes off?

-Exactly, sir.
-Jesus.

Tell those men to unload
the device as quickly

as possible
and get the hell out of there.

Yes, ma'am.

What's the estimated range
on the device?

Approximately seven
to 13 miles, ma'am.

And what's our distance
from the implosion center?

17.3 miles.

It's cuttin' it
a little close.

What the hell
is that?

I don't know,
a thunderstorm?

That's it,
we're outta here.

Come on, let's move.

Take it easy,
we're going.

Come on, come on!

Okay.

Jesus Christ!

Come on, thing,
let's go.

Relax, it can't
follow us.

Come on!

Ah!

Implosion reaching
1.5 miles.

2.3...

Five miles.

7.2 miles.

Eight miles.

Eleven.

13.5 miles.

Seven to 13 miles,
they said.

Approximately.

Fifteen miles.

16.2 miles.

Hurricane force winds
were reported

over the entire
northeast coast.

There was still a great deal
of speculation

over what has caused
the cataclysm,

which is almost certainly
the worst natural disaster

in the last
70 million years.

We go now to our science
correspondent, Robert Coker.

Robert, in your best guess,
what do you think has caused

this unimaginable
destruction?

First of all, I'd like
to put to rest any ideas

that this was
an atomic weapon

or any other sort of
man-made disaster.

This was clearly some sort
of an unprecedented

natural phenomenon.

There's been speculation
that a small piece of antimatter

entered the earth's
atmosphere,

similar to what may have
happened in the Tunguska region

of Siberia
nearly a century ago.

It's also been suggested
that a miniature black hole

may have collided
with the earth.

Now, excuse me, Bob,
is that possible?

It's certainly possible.

For years, physicists
have theorized

that mini black holes
are frequent natural occurrence,

only at scales
so minute they--

You know, I heard
that if you get caught

in a black hole,
it messes with

your sense of time,
so it feels like

200,000 years
before you die.

That would serve
some people right,

wouldn't it?

I hope nobody got caught
in that thing.

Just look at all the people
who got killed by that

collateral destruction.

What the hell is the point
of any of it?

You are asking way
too sensible a question.

It's progress.

You know, we used to have
angry gods

who would send down destruction
if we pissed them off.

Now we just do it
ourselves.

Yeah.

I guess there's something
to be said

for self-sufficiency.

There you go.

At least it's all
over now.

Yeah.

Sure it is.

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