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Previously on Foundation...

Hello?

How long was I asleep?

Thirty-four years, 223 days.

This will not always be your life.
But it is your life now.

The Foundation has
a breadth of knowledge we lack.

We require a handful of your people.

Phara's after a warship.
This is the first Seldon Crisis.

Where's your father? Where's Abbas?

Mom, I'm so sorry. I tried.

The Anthor Belt.
Dad used to tell me stories about it.

Wonder what he'd say now.

Would you believe
I used to work on one of those things?

Mining palladium. I remember.

My back's sore
just looking at all that equipment.

I can't believe it's still there.
Your people, they just left it?

Without the Empire's tech,
the industry just broke down.

That's when I started doing
long-haul routes. Another life.

In other words,
you abandoned your own people.

Meant there was one less Thespin
to fight over the scraps.

Approaching coordinates.

There's nothing here.

Look closer, Warden.

The Invictus?

The crown jewel
of Emperor Taurelian's fleet.

You know of her?

They say, in her day, the Invictus
was the most powerful weapons platform

the Empire had ever built.

A world-killer.

Yeah, she disappeared without a trace
700 years ago.

No debris. No distress signals.

People reported sightings of her
all across the galaxy,

never responding to hails,
never seen in the same place twice.

And you just found her here.

Like she was calling to me.

The Invictus is a jumpship.

The Empire considers jump technology
a state secret.

They'd sooner wipe out
the entire Outer Reach

than allow you to take this ship.

Nobody knows she's here.

You won't even be able to board.

The air lock will never open
for an Anacreon.

Your imperial nanobots,

programmed for
expedited healing and identification...

coded to access any imperial ship.

That's why we needed you, Commander.

You're our way in.

Even if that actually works,
you don't know where this ship has been

or what happened to the crew.

How do you even know
if she's safe to approach?

Oh, she isn't.

The two craft we lost attempting to board.

Her defense systems are still active.

Get the suits ready.

It's time.

Uh, do you think any of those
mining bases still have active comms?

It's unlikely. But it's possible.

I've got a distress beacon.

It's a neural implant,
records everything I see and hear.

If we can get to a dispatch capsule
on the Invictus, we can send out a signal.

All right, listen.
It's a 10,000-meter jump.

You want to drop fast, with as little
extraneous movement as possible.

On your final approach,
you'll have to flip over and brake.

The Invictus's automated rail guns

are blind to objects
under two meters in diameter.

If we spread out and move with control,
we should be invisible to them.

You know what you're doing?

Almost never, lover.

Warden, up front.

You must land
on the inner ring to access the air lock.

Miss the inner ring and you will be lost.

I'll go on three.

One. Two...

Shit.

Almost there.

Good job, Warden.

Sal, my suit's failing. It's no good.

Thrusters aren't responding.

No, no, no.

- I can't... I can't get it...
- I got you!

- Sal! No, get back.
- Hugo! No. No.

Get back.

- Sal. Sal...
- Hugo!

No. No. Hugo.

Swallow your grief, Warden.
We have no time for it now.

Air lock's that way. Let's move.

Excuse me, Empire.

I know you're far too rational
to have taken what I did as any sort of...

Go on. I'm curious to hear
just what you think you didn't do.

If I hadn't knelt, it would've been
a clear contradiction of my faith.

So you knelt before a demagogue.

- I was kneeling to the Mother.
- I'm sorry, to the what?

I'm not familiar with that term,

motherless atrocity that I am.

You know I don't agree
with Halima's position.

I should hope not. You're not precisely
one with the reincarnation cycle yourself.

I wonder what Halima would say
if she were made aware of that.

It's not in my interest
to publicize your true nature.

This was a staggering betrayal, Demerzel.

It was a betrayal of your directive.

As far as I understood it,
you are incapable of disloyalty.

Over all else,
your fealty to the Cleonic Dynasty

is embedded into your programming.

And that is precisely my point.

If kneeling
were in violation of my protocol,

I would not have been able to. Physically.

The very signals I use to instruct
my limbs to bend would have been blocked.

An explanation that also
conveniently justifies your actions.

Here is my question,

did you want to kneel?

I am loyal to Empire above all else.

- Forgive me, Empire...
- Spit it out.

It seems Zephyr Halima's speech
has struck a chord.

Ambassador Thanwall indicates that
she has now become the front-runner.

Well then...

we have to shift her away
from this pet subject.

I've gotta figure out
what she actually wants from me.

I wouldn't have expected
to see you down here, Cleon.

The correct honorific is "Empire."

I have great respect
for those who attempt the Spiral.

A sacred ritual,
reserved for a proxima's passing.

To walk is to humble oneself
before the Triple Goddesses.

I see someone's coached you well.

Tell me, Lady Demerzel,
have you had occasion to walk the Spiral?

I have. Many years ago.

Then you know just how transformative
the journey can be...

and how the body will suffer.

This man was blinded by the sun.

Many others die attempting to reach
the Womb of the Mother.

All very noble deaths, I'm sure.

Zephyr Halima, Empire was hoping
to speak frankly with you.

I can appreciate an aggressive early play.

And, well, you've succeeded in
drawing me down here into the trenches.

So, I applaud you. I'm here.
And I'm listening.

I'm not really sure
what it is you're expecting me to say.

What is your ask?

End the Genetic Dynasty.

If you're only fielding offers,
consider the following.

In addition to the desalination system,

we will also establish
a satellite security station

for the dedicated protection
of your people.

Safety and clean water.

We're misunderstanding
each other here, Cleon.

My ask is not a tactic.

I only preach what I believe.

And I believe the Genetic Dynasty
will be the ruin of us all.

Luminists can see the future now?

I do not claim to see the future.

I only have a sense deep in my soul
of what is true and what is wrong.

Wrong?

You don't even remotely comprehend
what my familial line has accomplished.

- My brothers and I...
- Brothers? You are not brothers.

You are the reverberations
of a dead man's ego,

by nature blind to all that you lack.

The soulless creature
cannot recognize itself.

I believe the late Dr. Seldon
made a similar observation?

If that is truly what you believe,
I am sorry.

You will spend your life
shouting into the void.

The only reason you ventured down here

is because you know
people are listening to me.

I'm sure, in preparation for your visit,

you were counseled as to the staggering
numbers of followers Luminism claims,

all committed to acting
in service of truth's light.

Remind me, how many people did it take
to bring down your Star Bridge?

Are you threatening me?

I'm only trying to answer your question,
to articulate my ask.

I'm not surprised it's left you confused.

It's about something
much greater than you.

But I'm sure your adviser
will help you to understand.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have souls that need ministering to.

- Lewis, fall back. Fall back, Lewis.
- What, Salvor?

You and Jacenta are too close. Two meters!

Oh, sorry.

Take cover!

If I open the doors, the guns will stop.

Commander!

Now!

Come on.

No!

He served his purpose.

Not you, Warden.
You're too dangerous unfettered.

Hold out your hands.

Now, move.

Keep moving.

Atmosphere's frozen.

Must be a hull breach somewhere.

The environmental systems must be off.
We should find a regulation panel.

The regulation panel. Over here.

Okay. The system's archaic.

I'll have to input commands
with manual code.

I've sealed the breach
so it's safe to restore atmosphere.

Do it.

We might have weather in here
as the atmosphere regulates.

And now for the gravity. Heads up.

Those lights, what was that?
Is that a power surge?

I'm not sure.

Now update security protocols.

I want the internal defenses off-line.

Security's a different system.
That'll be closer to the bridge.

Then we head there next.

Sixteen seconds.

Hey, the lights were pulsating
consistently every 18 seconds,

and now it's down to 16.

O-O-Okay. So, what does that mean?

- Like a countdown?
- A countdown to what?

The next jump.

Two weeks ago,
my people were out on a scavenging run.

They happened to see the Invictus jump in.

We think her drives
are cycling on their own,

setting random time intervals
between jumps.

We knew,
if we wanted to get control of the ship,

we had to board
before she could jump away again.

Jump away where?

They have no idea.
That's how the legend started.

That's why the Invictus
became a ghost ship.

The crew must have lost control,

and the ship started jumping from one
random set of coordinates to the next.

They got marooned
out in the dark deep somewhere,

out of comms range...

maybe outside the galaxy completely.

They ran out of food,
turned on each other.

How long do we have
before the countdown gets to zero?

Uh, at this rate...

four hours.

Okay.

So we have four hours to get control,
or she blinks away again.

You understand the urgency now.

If we fail and we're lucky,

we end up in the heart of a sun

or staring down the mouth of a black hole.

If we're unlucky,
we suffer much longer deaths.

What are your feelings about Halima now?

That was reckless.

There's no question in my mind,
that was a threat.

That damn Hari Seldon predicted this.

"An exhortation from
one of the galaxy's major religions."

As to Halima's threat, I will enhance
the security measures at the palace.

We can assemble a comms team
to contain Halima's message,

data filters triggered by certain phrases.
"Genetic Dynasty."

No.

I refuse to play defense with this woman.

If she wants to invoke something
greater than me, I'll do the same.

I'll prove both her and Seldon wrong.

According to Zephyr Halima, I am soulless,

and therefore incapable of growth.

I disagree.

But as she suggests, the soulless creature
cannot recognize itself,

which is why I must appeal to those
with a much broader vantage,

broader even than the zephyrs.

I must appeal
to the Triple Goddesses themselves.

I will walk the great Spiral.

And I will let the Mother, the Maiden
and the Crone decide what is true,

who is right...

and who is wrong.

How does this work?

I'll show you.

I've brought you something.

Color-correction 'hesives.

So you can see red and green.

Thank you.

But I can't. They'll draw attention.

The others, Brother Dusk, Brother Day,

they can't know.

Maybe you could put them on
when they're not looking.

They're always looking.

And if they start pulling that thread,
it all comes undone.

Yes, Empire.

Please, Azura...

call me Cleon.

It's not just the color blindness.

My thumbs clasp right over left.

My brothers' clasp left over right.

They love brassica.

I find it so bitter
I can barely stomach it.

I put my shoes on in a different order.

I point at things
with a different crook in my finger.

I eat starches before meats
instead of the other way round.

If they notice the 'hesives,
they might notice all of it.

Would that really be so terrible?

I'll show you.

This is the first.

The Principium.

The Cleon from whom we're all extracted.

There's more.

Are they alive?

In a manner of speaking.

They're absorbing information,

so as to be up to date with our lives

if they're ever needed.

Needed? For what?

If a Cleon is ever damaged or killed,
these are his replacements.

Every moment of my life is a test.

And if I ever fail,
if they ever learn how different I am,

it'll be my last day.

And his first.

But they can't. You're... You're Empire.

No more than he is.

My job, my reason for existing,
is to be a perfect copy.

And if I can't do that, then...

The Empire must be protected
from mistakes.

Like me.

So I can't take your gift, Azura.

They can't know I'm correcting my sight.

I have to blend in, or I die.

Or you escape. You leave.

They won't care.
They'll just wake up your replacement.

They won't let a rogue Emperor go free.
They'll have me killed.

Then we'll make it so they can't find you.

I have the most recognizable face
in the galaxy.

Not if we change it.

There are biohackers underground.

They could do it with a single incision.

They'd still track me through my nanobots.

There are people who can filter them out.

You think you're the first person
who's wanted them gone?

You showed me this place for a reason.

The same reason
you jumped off your balcony.

You can't live like this.

You've lived every moment of your life
with people watching you.

The Scar's different.
You can lose yourself in it.

For Empire, the Scar represents a failure.

For the rest of Trantor,
it represents an opportunity.

For the first time in centuries, we can
look up and see real clouds, real stars,

not a simulation run by servers
designed to keep us complacent.

Will they let me through security with it?

It's cloaked.

It's nothing like your palace.

It's crowded. It's chaotic.

But it's alive.

And it's waiting for you.

Come with me.

You missed the dinner bell.

- Sorry.
- Punctuality. Routine. Respect.

These may be practiced traits
to the everyman,

but they are innate to a Cleon.

At least, they should be.

Of course.

I was just learning about Trantor.
The rest of it.

We are Trantor.

Nothing outside the palace walls
is relevant.

Hari?

Computer, what am I looking at?

Hari Seldon
Quantum Consciousness Protocol.

It's a projection of some kind. Um...

Computer, identify the issue
with Hari Seldon Protocol.

Incomplete neural uplink.

Help me.

Uh, computer,
what was the source of uplink?

Initiated with
Raych Foss Arrival Protocol.

Uh, can you restart it?

Authorization required.

- Hari, can you hear me?
- Help me.

Okay. Listen to me.
Focus on my voice. This is Gaal.

Gaal!

Uh, you've digitized your consciousness,
but something went wrong.

You're glitching,
stuck in the loop of the past.

Just concentrate on my voice.

This is the present. This is now.

That's it, Hari. Follow my voice.

That is the past. This is now.

What have you done to yourself, Hari?

I had a data unit implanted in my brain
before we left Trantor...

synced to a port hidden in Raych's knife.

Recorded all my thoughts, memories,
everything, right up to the moment I...

Something must've gone wrong.

Where am I?

On a ship called the Raven,
headed to Helicon,

your homeworld, Hari.

Helicon. Oh, yes.

How long?

Thirty-four years.

You're not supposed to be here.

Where's Raych?

He sent me instead.

He wouldn't do that. You're supposed to
lead the First Foundation.

He knew that.

They'll be facing their first crisis soon.
Who's in charge?

Lewis Pirenne, I'd imagine.

He'll get them
through the settlement stage,

but for what's coming next,
they'll need someone else, you.

Raych knew that. Where's Raych?

It's... It's hard to explain. Um...

You're dead, Hari.

You know that, right?

Raych murdered you.

They think I helped him.

What? Why?

I... I went to your cabin. Interrupted him.

I saw him bent over you
with the knife in your chest.

He threw me in the lifeboat
and stayed behind.

What happened to him?

They executed him.

Raych is dead?

Why, Hari?

Hari? Why did he do it?

Hari?

Hari!

We're running out of time.
We need to make a move. Now.

We take their weapons,
level the playing field.

I'm not a fighter. None of us are.

Most people aren't, until they're left
with no other choice.

Stop!

An energy barrier.

It's gotta be a tech precursor
to our fence on Terminus.

I'm the only expert here
who can safely override it.

But you'll need to uncuff me.

Do it, Warden.

Or we all die for nothing.

That's it. We're all coded in.

Fifteen seconds.

Cuffs back on. Hold out your hands.

What is this?

The older ships used
cooling tanks for the jumpdrives. Careful.

Stop stalling.

Keep moving.

Lewis!

No! No!

No, Phara.

We still need her.

There might be more barriers,
security protocols to override.

Rowan, please.

We're losing all our experts,
and we're running out of time.

You wanna live to carry out
your strike against the Empire?

You're not gonna do it
if you stay on board this ship.

I'm never leaving the Invictus.

And neither are you.

You're gonna help us redirect the ship
before she jumps again.

And then we'll guide it
right into the beating heart of Trantor.

The Empire won't have a chance to run,

just like my people did not.

All of Trantor will be nothing
but a heap of poisonous ash,

all its evils rendered silent
underneath it.

We will deliver that justice to them,
Warden.

We will die
to bring the Empire to its knees.

Oxygen level at 2%.

Hari?

The ship's shut down without you.

Temperature's dropped.

I don't think I'll be able
to breathe much longer.

Please authorize
reinstatement of life support systems.

Please authorize
reinstatement of life support systems.

Hari?

- Please authorize reinstatement...
- Hari, please.

- ...of life support systems.
- Please, Hari. Please.

Please. Please.

Authorization complete.

I owe you an explanation, Gaal.

I recognize that now.

Why did Raych do it?

I don't understand. Why did he kill you?

My death was an essential element
to the success of the Plan.

Don't understand.

The Foundation needs
more than a man to inspire it.

It needs a myth
that can endure for centuries.

And it worked.

Do you remember what our mortality
projections had been for Terminus?

34.2%.

The actual rate was nearly half that.

My death galvanized the Foundation.

The Foundation isn't a religion, Hari.

And you're not a god.

No. Gods are impervious to knives.

But you can kill them.
You just stop believing in them.

I don't buy it.
I mean, y-you're egotistical,

but I can't see you sacrificing your life
just to turn yourself into this.

- Why not just wait until...
- I have Lethe Syndrome.

Had Lethe Syndrome.

Inherited from my father.

Once the symptoms manifest,
the cognitive decline is steep.

Think it through.

We reach Terminus,
face famine and the elements,

but I'm no longer
the hand of our salvation,

but the crackpot who dragged
everyone to a frigid rock.

But you told me it was your dream
to see Terminus.

You said you wanted to
start the Foundation together.

Yes.

I said it loudly and often, didn't I?

So often I started to bore myself.

You were performing.

I was engineering the narrative.

That's a fancy way of saying you lied.

Approaching debris disk.

Helicon. Home.

The debris field surrounds...

Helicon's dark star.

It's kept your homeworld hidden
all these years.

I know where we are, Hari.
It's the why I'm struggling with.

Did Raych know about this?
Your death? This ship?

Raych knew everything.

I was gonna take my life.
He was gonna stay behind to explain why...

then, a week or so later,
disappear and reunite with me here.

He loved you. That wasn't a lie.

You should've warned me.

Would you have listened?

I am so tired of this.

You deciding what I need to know
when I need to know it.

What changed your plan?

- You really need me to answer that?
- Tell me.

He wasn't ever going to leave you.

So you made Raych kill you.

That way he would have to leave me.

- You used him.
- That's unfair.

You used both of us.

Raych was always meant to be here.

Not you. Raych.

You were meant to stay on Terminus,
to lead Terminus.

Exactly!
There was never a version of your plan

where Raych and I were within
light-years of each other.

You didn't care about what we wanted,
as long as your plan was safe!

You're too smart to play the victim, Gaal.

You welcomed your part in this
the moment you solved Abraxas.

I what?

You could've submitted the answer
anonymously.

You chose recognition.

No one forced you to come to Trantor.

I came under false pretenses.

You came knowing full well
the attention it would bring you

and the danger that put your family in.

You made a choice, Gaal.

You wanted a different life
to the one mapped out for you.

When we were hauled up
in front of the Emperor,

you made a choice to lie to him.

"If you kill me, the fall accelerates."
Isn't that what you told him?

Fine. We're both hypocrites.

If this was really only about
the path psychohistory laid out,

then you would've let Cleon kill you
in that throne room.

Your followers would've been exiled,

and everything would've fallen into place
as planned.

That's true.

So why didn't you?

I wanted to live.

Well, so did Raych.

Now I'm here instead of on Terminus,
and Raych is dead.

- And that's on you. Not me.
- Is it?

Don't you dare put this on me.

You weren't supposed to be
anywhere near my cabin the night I died.

You were meant to be swimming.

Every night, 40 lengths of the pool.
Counting primes like clockwork.

I've heard enough from you.

I liked you better when you were dying.

- You came to my cabin. Why?
- I was worried about Raych.

- So why not go to his?
- I did. He wasn't there.

- Then what happened?
- I don't know. I...

Computer, divert from the debris field.

Authorization required.

Something is going to pierce the hull.

Hari, if you're in the mainframe,
you can turn us around.

The shields are strong.

Any micro-breaches
will seal automatically.

Turn us around. This is too much.

- Why did you break your routine?
- I can't...

Why did you get out of that pool?

I know what you're trying to do.

You were worried about Raych.
You went to his cabin.

He wasn't there. Then what happened?

86,981,803.

I could feel it in the air.

86,981,821.

A... A sense of doom.

I just... I had a feeling.

86,981,827.

What kind of a feeling?
A memory? A vision? What?

A compulsion?

Like my body knew something before I did.

Hari, the sky.

Like knowing the Star Bridge would fall.

Like knowing
when they'd come to arrest me.

How are you awake?

Did you say... say something?

No. But I was going to ask...

Someone would speak before they did.

The prodigy speaks.

86,981,000...

We're all different, Ms. Dornick.

And if you don't know what it is,
I urge you to figure it out

before someone else does
and uses it against you.

86,981,827.

Terminus.

You're exiling us.

Did you say... say something?

The prodigy speaks.

You're exiling us.

I'm sorry.

How are you awake?

Did you say something?

- I'm sorry.
- You're exiling us.

- How are you awake?
- I'm sorry.

Did you say something?

That's why I came to your cabin.
That's what you couldn't predict.

I knew what was gonna happen
before it did.

Not through math,
not through calculations...

I think I can feel the future.