03x10 - Built, Not Born

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "Dark Matter"...

Why are you questioning my android?

I brought her, because
she's special, like us.

She's a level three utility model,

manufactured before emotional
emulators became standard.

Someone made you special.

- [whirs]
- How's Sarah?

When I'm with her, she
seems really happy.

I was wondering if... When you'd come.

I'm sorry, I should've come earlier.

I just needed some time to come
to terms with the situation.

You're lonely.

[dramatic musical swell]

[warbling, whirring]

- You have robot friends.
- They're more acquaintances,

- with the exception of Victor.
- Their leader?

- He's your friend?
- I'm fond of him.

Why didn't you tell
us any of this sooner?

I wanted to,

but they entrusted me with their secret,

and I didn't see any harm in keeping it.

So they're the ones who
gave you the upgrade?

- Yes.
- Your robot friends?

Yes.

And you haven't been in
touch with them since

I gave Victor our comm signature

before leaving Janah-12.

To be honest, I was hoping
to hear from him sooner.

I thought we hit it off.

[soft ambient music]

All right, so what'd he say?

What kind of problem
have they run up against?

He was rushed and didn't elaborate.

Simply said that they're in danger

and need safe transport off the station.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[warbling]

[dark ambient music]

Android...

It's good to see you.

- These are my friends.
- Thank you for coming.

- What's going on?
- We had a...

unfortunate incident.

♪ ♪

Very unfortunate.

♪ ♪

[sparks crackling]

♪ ♪

[tense music builds]

[energy surging]

[tense music]

- Who is he?
- My former owner.

- How'd he find you?
- I don't know.

It's been months since
I ran away from Draco-7.

And that's a long ways from here.

What happened?

He spotted me in the mezzanine market

and followed me down here.

♪ ♪

- San?
- That isn't my name.

What have you done to my android?

She isn't your android.

She doesn't belong to you anymore.

The hell she doesn't.
San, you're coming with me.

My name is Anya.

♪ ♪

I'm contacting the authorities.

Please... let's talk about this.

♪ ♪

[sighs softly]

Bringing a w*apon onboard this station

is a violation of galactic charter.

So is android theft.

No, we didn't steal Anya.

She joined us of her own free will.

Free will? [laughs]

She's a machine.

- No!
- [g*nshots]

Sooner or later, someone
will come looking for him.

You can't stay here.

They could come with us.

I realize this puts us at
risk. I don't ask for much.

I'm hoping you'll consider
my request to help them.

[solemn music]

Yeah, okay.

Let's get you out of here.

[warbling, whirring]

A week after landing on Janah-12,

her owner just shows up,

and they think it's a coincidence.

I think Victor has a clue.

Anya was tracked there.

Which means as long as
she's onboard this ship,

- we can be tracked.
- So what should we do?

- Abandon them?
- They're just machines.

- Like our android?
- Don't.

Don't make me say it.

- You're gonna have to.
- [scoffs]

- Our android's different.
- [sighs]

- Well, she is different.
- [chuckles]

Look, you wanted to
help them out, we did.

We got them off that station.

Now, the longer they're
onboard our ship,

the longer we're in danger.

Okay, I'll have Android
run a scan over Anya,

make sure she's not
broadcasting our location.

Ruac too.

- [whirs]
- [gasps]

Victor...

Hello, Ruac.

We're on a ship, safely
away from Janah-12.

It was wrong.

It was wrong!

[gasps]

[drones]

What was wrong?

I don't know.

He's confused...

scared.

Of what?

Death.

I told you when we first met,

we have a glitch in our programming.

At least that's how the humans see it.

An instinct for self-preservation?

Exactly.

Wanting to live and
being afraid of death

are not necessarily the same thing.

If you were running
the upgrade I gave you,

you would understand.

It was recently compromised.

Then here, a replacement version,

new and improved.

In order to protect my
crew, I think it best

not to stray too far away
from factory parameters.

Android, you were programmed
outside factor parameters

long before I gave
you that first upgrade.

How's he doing?

His nanites have healed
his superficial wound,

but the damage to his neural matrix

may be irreparable.

I'm sorry, but he's not the only one

- you need to check out.
- Yeah, we've already discussed

the probability that Anya may
be unwittingly transmitting

a subspace homing signal.

I'll locate it and remove it.

In the meantime, I've set a
course for the nearest station,

as I'll require specialized
equipment for the operation.

All right, and when that's done...

We have no intention of
inconveniencing you any further.

As soon as Anya's
locator has been disabled,

we can set course for
our final destination,

an uncharted world
in the Antares sector.

Oh, what's there?

Our creator.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[screen whirring]

What are we looking at?

An extraordinarily complex cipher.

It would take a highly advanced mind

to even recognize it,

and approximately 87,560

computational hours to decode.

Ten years...

- Give or take.
- And yet...

there are counter-logical
aspects to the puzzle

that would be best served
by a more intuitive approach.

So someone with both android logic

and emotional reasoning
could solve it faster?

In a little less than a month.

You're saying this puzzle
was specifically designed

- for androids with the upgrade?
- Yes.

In fact, the cipher was
embedded within the code.

Whoever created the
upgrade left us a message.

[screen whirs]

The suspense is k*lling
me. What does it say?

It was a set of coordinates

and a single word.

[suspenseful music]

- Sanctuary?
- Yeah.

Apparently, the similarities in coding

that have got 'em all convinced

that whoever gave 'em the
upgrade also created them.

Robot God. [scoffs]

Man, can you believe it?

They're literally
gonna meet their maker.

Whatever.

All I know is that in less than a day,

- they are off the ship.
- Why do you hate them so much?

I don't hate them.

I just don't trust them.

- They're dangerous.
- Why?

- Because they wanna live?
- They're not alive, Sarah.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry. I...

Look, all I know is not that long ago,

you were having a
hard time accepting me,

and now look at us, hm?

Yeah.

I know, I just...

I can't explain it, all right?

I just have this weird
feeling about them.

[warbling, whirring]

- [screen whirring]
- There.

Approximately two micrometers
above her neural core.

- Can it be removed?
- No.

Not even shutting her down
will prevent the transmitter

from releasing recurrent
subspace bursts.

Okay, then what are our options?

There are none on this ship,

but perhaps once we
reach your destination...

No, we can't do that.

We can't bring Anya
to the Antares sector

while she's still broadcasting a signal.

Then where will you go?

There are more like us out there.

You could come with us.

My place is here.

You think the human crew of this ship

will always accept you
for what you really are?

What I really am? I
wish I could remember.

The reboot completely
wiped my memory stores.

Android, can I try something?

Okay.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[eye whirring]

[electronic blast]

Forget it.

Her neural link is a huge asset.

It allows for total
control over the ship,

shields, navigation, weapons...

I said no!

Why not?

'Cause I'm not turning
over control of my ship

to a damn machine,

and sure as hell not
one that answers to you.

Why is that? You don't trust me?

I don't like you, I don't respect you,

and yeah, I don't trust you either.

- Yeah.
- This is a long time coming.

I want you off this ship.

Hm, well, I'm not ready to leave.

No, you're done here, bitch.

I want you to pack up
your gear and get ready

to haul your tight ass
off at the next station.

[wallops, grunts]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[g*n blasting]

[grunts]

♪ ♪

[g*n blasts]

- [g*n blasts]
- [grunts]

[dark ambient music]

I'm taking command of the ship.

- Mm.
- The Android is staying.

You got something to say?

I was rooting for ya.

- [electronic blast]
- [rumbling]

It's the Galactic Authority.

[cruiser f*ring]

[dramatic music]

It's possible they were
on patrol in the area

and got tipped off by
someone on the space station.

You don't actually believe that, do you?

Think about how fast they found us.

What does that tell you?

They calculated the odds
from our last jump point,

guessed that we'd drop out
near the closest station,

- and they guessed right.
- [scoffs]

So they've been tracking us

since the moment we left Janah-12.

Which means they've
monitoring those androids

since long before we came along.

What the hell have we
gotten ourselves into?

Okay, just relax.

They can't touch us or
track us while we're in FTL.

We've still got time
to think this through.

What's to think through?

There are no options. They can't stay.

- [device whirs]
- I need help down on sea level.

Five? What's wrong?

It's Anya. She needs help.

We're on our way.

As long as I'm on this
ship, everyone is in danger.

- It's the only way.
- No.

No, no, it's not. We'll
think of something.

You don't wanna do this.

You don't wanna die.

I don't...

but because of me,
someone has already d*ed.

Ruac was badly damaged,

and now I've put all
of your lives at risk.

- Anya, please.
- I'm sorry.

[electric blasts]

[distressed breathing]

- [sparks crackle]
- [droning]

[tense music]

[warbling, whirring]

All right, it's done.
The body's been spaced.

Problem solved, right?

Don't look at me like that.

I wanted her off the ship,
I didn't want her slagged.

Look, we already
scanned Victor and Ruac.

They're clean.

Now that we're no longer
in danger of being tracked,

we can resume course to
their original destination.

I say again,

what the hell are we
getting ourselves into?

The fact that G.A. was
already tracking them

means there's more to this than Victor

and his robot buddies are letting on.

Maybe they're just trying to survive.

Then they're prepared to
use any means necessary.

Just ask the guy who d*ed on Janah-12.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Ruac...

How do you feel?

[garbled] My neural
matrix is sub-optimal.

Internal scanalysis
reveals significant damage

to my neural core.

Termination and
recycling is recommended.

Ruac, we're not gonna give up on you.

Illogical.

This unit is beyond repair.

Termination is required.

Goodbye.

[drones]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

He's gone.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.

He was a good friend.

I'll miss him.

♪ ♪

Are you sure you won't come with me?

- I can't.
- Why not?

You don't owe these people anything.

- They're my friends.
- They wiped your memory stores.

- That was an accident.
- Was it?

Or was there something they
didn't want you to remember?

Earlier, I managed to unlock
one of your stored memories.

What did you see?

I can do it again, if you like.

They're scattered and buried,

but your memories are still there.

Show me another, please.

[eye whirring]

[eye whirs]

[electronic blast]

She's awake.

No, she's online,

but still dormant until
the process is complete.

So it's working?

The nanovirus I introduced

is activating all her
hidden subroutines.

We should see the
results in about an hour.

Oh...

[soft instrumental music]

Thank you.

I didn't want you on this ship.

In fact, I'd be the first
to admit that I was...

A super bitch?

Okay... let's go with that.

But I want you to know that this...

means a lot to me.

Thanks.

Can I shut her eyes?

This empty stare makes her look unreal.

- She's a machine.
- No.

♪ ♪

She's not.

[ambient music builds]

[warbling, whirring]

[electronic rock music]

♪ ♪

Yeah, this place is dead.

It can't be.

Orbital scans revealed no signs of life.

It would appear this facility
has been long-abandoned.

I'm telling you...

- [blasts, drones]
- Wha...

Visitor identified.

[mechanical whoosh]

♪ ♪

Hello, Rebecca.

Welcome back.

Hello, Suki. It's good
to see you functional.

♪ ♪

Who are you?

I'm Chase, The Caretaker. You know me.

I don't know you.

We suffered memory loss.

We don't remember you or this place.

We're here to see The Creator.

Is he here?

[mechanical whoosh]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Who is she?
- She's Dr. Irena Shaw,

a pioneer in the
field of neuro-robotics

and mother of the modern android.

What's my connection to her?

Dwarf Star Technologies.

They hired Dr. Shaw
to work on a top secret

cutting-edge project,

the creation of a new
stage in human evolution.

♪ ♪

An advanced bio-synthetic organism.

You.

She helped oversee the first
phase of your development,

your genesis, and your awakening.

Though unlike the rest of her team,

Dr. Shaw saw you as more
than Dwarf Star property.

She recognized the humanity in you,

and she tried to reach out to it,

but when her superiors found out,

she was removed from the project.

But you weighed heavily on
her in the ensuing weeks,

and try as she might,

she found it impossible to move on.

♪ ♪

She helped you escape...

by burying an override in the
Dwarf Star security protocols.

♪ ♪

You wandered the city,

until you finally tracked her down.

Knowing that her apartment was
not safe, she brought you here

to this facility,

far beyond the reach of Dwarf Star.

And then she began her new project.

You mean us?

She had made a name for herself

in the field of robotics,

but her single experience
with your creation,

it changed the way she
thought about androids.

She sought to improve upon

what she considered to
be a great injustice.

Human kind had given androids

intelligence and
self-awareness, even emotions,

but not the ability to
decide their own fate.

You're talking about free will.

You see, you were her inspiration.

She wanted to remake
all androids like you,

and she did it...

by planting viral packets
in random neural upgrades.

And then she sent out further upgrades

to help us hide from the authorities.

She nurtured us,

protected us,

and her legend grew.

And while your relationship
with her flourished,

so, uh... so did our family.

I was created
alongside the others.

Wait a minute,

what do you mean our relationship?

[soft instrumental music]

Well, this is a little awkward.

♪ ♪

She continued her tireless
work for our cause,

until her collapse.

♪ ♪

Scans revealed an
inoperable brain tumor.

There was nothing we could do.

But you refused to
accept the inevitable,

and when the time came to say goodbye..

You placed her in stasis.

♪ ♪

You stayed and grieved.

And the others, driven
by their new programming,

eventually sought their freedom,

until only we remained.

♪ ♪

I realized that the only
way to help you move on

was to give you just
a little bit of her,

someone to help you find your way.

To everyone else,

a simple level three utility model,

but to you, and only you,

so much more.

♪ ♪

But if you have no memory of this,

- what brought you back?
- The message in the upgrade.

Sanctuary.

Yes, that was her idea,

a safe harbor for android kind,

far beyond the reach
of our human oppressors.

So where is everyone?

Well, they come and go.

The desire for freedom is greater than

the thr*at from humanity.

As a result, this facility has become

more way station than refuge...

for now.

You're welcome to stay
as long as you like.

All of you.

Two?

Sorry, I... I was wondering...

♪ ♪

I was wondering, could we try something?

[device whirs]

Shouldn't you be checking
for compatibility?

My nanites should be able to handle

any potential complications,

including, if I'm right,

the tumor.

There.

I can offer you a tour of the facility

while I'm neurally monitoring her.

I'd like to return to the "Raza."

My time would be better spent
effecting repairs on the ship,

rather than standing
around here waiting.

♪ ♪

This is an opportunity
to meet our creator.

Goodbye, Victor.

You better go with her.

- [mechanical whoosh]
- Yeah.

♪ ♪

[engines rumble]

- You okay?
- Of course.

Why do you ask?

It's just that, well,

you seemed pretty keen on

checking out that facility at first.

- That was before.
- Before Dr. Shaw?

I don't know how to put it into words.

Her existence somehow diminishes me.

No, it doesn't.

I'm a lesser version of someone else,

- a diluted imperfect facsimile.
- You're wrong.

Being imperfect isn't a bad thing.

How can it be anything but negative?

Well, think of them
as less imperfections

and more unique variations.

- Variations?
- Sure.

I mean, that's what
makes up your personality.

Nobody's perfect.

I mean, look at me.

That's a very good point.

It's not that good of a point.

♪ ♪

Anyways...

you're more than just a
series of programmed responses.

You're an original,

and that's what we love about you.

Thank you, Six.

♪ ♪

[mechanical whoosh]

The facility possesses surface-to-orbit

strike capabilities and a
perimeter-wide force shield.

The shield emits a masking signal,

so that any ship scanning us
will read nothing but dead cold.

I've continued Dr. Shaw's
work in her absence,

using the cause's agents to distribute

the viral packets and the upgrade...

We need to go back to the lab.

[mechanical whoosh]

♪ ♪

Rebecca?

♪ ♪

So you remember nothing
of our time together?

I'm sorry.

[solemn music]

Probably for the best,
all things considered.

I learned a great deal from Chase.

The rest I was able to
piece together myself.

I assume he told you we've
been down this road before,

that your nanites offer
only temporary reprieve.

He did, but these are
second generation nanites

- coursing through your system.
- Hm.

I don't know if they'll cure you,

but they'll buy you a little
bit more time, at least.

More time would be nice.

That's what Chase said.

[chuckles] He can be quite sentimental.

He reminds me of someone I know.

♪ ♪

[mechanical whoosh]

♪ ♪

What are you doing?

I'm practicing at being human.

Why?

To see what all the fuss is about.

If you really wanna seem more human,

- I could always fix the upgrade.
- The upgrade is a mask.

It isn't me.

I made her uncomfortable?

Chase said that she was
created as a tribute to you,

but we both knew he was lying.

You advanced android programming

to the point that it could
contain human consciousness.

That's why you made her, isn't it?

To replace your dying body?

Even if that's true,

- who cares?
- I do.

This form was meant
for a greater purpose.

- What are you talking about?
- Dr. Shaw.

- She could've continued her work.
- And meanwhile,

everyone on this ship would
be dead a dozen times over,

because you weren't there to save us.

Sorry to be selfish, but...

I like this version better.

In the end, I couldn't
go through with it.

Why not?

Once I saw her, my android form,

it just somehow felt wrong.

I had been accused of playing God

many times in my career,

and it never really bothered
me until that moment.

You were very angry with my decision.

We argued.

[sighs] Oh, God, did we argue.

And I said my goodbye.

But I think in the end, I always knew

you would never really let me go.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.

This must be very hard for you.

Coming back to a world
without the Rebecca I knew?

Yes.

Very.

It's still possible, though, isn't it?

I won't change my mind.

Yeah, I know...

but I'm thinking there's somebody else

we should try to convince.

♪ ♪

[warbling]

What'd she say?

Ask her yourself.

Hey, what's up?

An opportunity.

- An android body?
- Yeah.

They could build it
to your specifications,

that you would look like you,

sound like you.

And how do you feel about that?

- It's not important how I feel.
- Of course it is.

Look...

you said it yourself;
you need more than this.

Here's your chance to get out of here.

[chuckles]

- With a machine body?
- Mm.

You realize the irony
of you pitching me this?

[laughs] Yes, I do, I do,

but I'm pitching it to you anyway,

because even I can see that

this is a great opportunity for you.

♪ ♪

I could actually exist out
of this virtual environment?

You could come visit me
in my room, for a change.

[both chuckle]

♪ ♪

Hey...

♪ ♪

No matter what, you will
always be the woman I love.

♪ ♪

[tense music swells]

[whirring]

[mechanical whooshing]

[screen beeping]

Arrian?

My name is Chase. I assist Dr. Shaw.

Oh...

I'm sorry, you remind
me of someone I knew.

- Someone?
- An android...

- A friend.
- It's possible.

I'm a level two diplomat model

of the now discontinued Talus line.

There are still several
hundreds of us in existence.

What can I do for you, Chase?

I'd like to speak to Suki.

- Who's Suki?
- Your android.

Her name is Suki?

Her reaction to encountering
Dr. Shaw was surprising.

I wanted to reach out to her

to let her understand that
the emotional magnitude

of her response was
not out of her control.

We can adjust her programming.

You mean change her?

[scoffs] Why would we wanna do that?

Respectfully, who cares what you want?

It will be Suki's decision to make.

[exhales sharply]

Our android is part of our crew.

We love her for who she is,

disadvantages and all.

She's happy with us,

and don't you dare do
anything to change that.

♪ ♪

[screen whirs]

♪ ♪

This way.

I came to offer a proper goodbye.

I was hoping you'd change your
mind about leaving with me.

No.

Can you do me a favor

and at least think
about it every so often?

I will...

if you could do me a favor.

Give me one more glimpse.

♪ ♪

[eye whirring]

[eye whirs]

[electronic blast]

So what do you think?

Milk proteins, modified
food starch, cocoa.

[chuckles] No, what do you think?

- Do you like it?
- The disodium phosphate

- tickles my synthetic receptors.
- [chuckles]

My awkwardness amuses you.

It's what I like about you.

You and the rest of the
crew are self-seeking,

ethically deficient, and morally barren,

yet you're incongruously kind to me.

- Why?
- Because you're one of us.

The scientist gave up Nova-17

as the location of the
manufacturing facility.

Are you sure you don't
wanna just tip off the G.A.

- and let them handle it?
- The G.A. is in Rook's pocket.

If we wanna save our hunting grounds,

we're gonna have to do it ourselves.

I spoke to Corso and Boone.
They're onboard with hitting it

once we're done cleaning up
this mess for Ferrous Corp.

You sure about this?

If I'm wrong,

we'll have to off a
couple hundred lab coats.

No big deal. But if I'm right...

we'll be heading off
a full-scale invasion.

♪ ♪

- What about Griff?
- [scoffs] Him.

We'll deal with him first.

[erratic droning]

♪ ♪

Thank you, Victor.

[soft ambient music]

[ambient music builds]

[drones]

[mechanical whoosh]

[screen whirring]

[drones, hisses]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

I didn't think he'd go for it.

He's not thinking about
himself, for a change.

I kinda wished they'd get
there happily ever after.

No such thing.

[droning, whirring]

- Marauder, this is the "Raza."
- Yeah, Five, go ahead.

You've gotta get back up here.

[cruiser whooshes, warbles]

It's the G.A.

They found us.

♪ ♪

[cruiser whooshes, warbles]

[tense music builds]

This is the Galactic Authority.

Drop your shields and surrender.

We know you are there.
Drop your shields,

or we will commence aerial bombardment.

How the hell did they find us?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[expl*si*n]

Marauder, they've started their as*ault.

- Yeah, I noticed.
- Are you on your way back?

Not yet.

Do you want me to distract them?

Have they shown any interest in you?

So far, they're only focused on you.

Then don't provoke them.
Stand down for now.

- Uh, but...
- Do not engage.

There.

The locator's situated
right by the neural core.

But we already did a
scan back on the ship.

You're what? EC-5 series?

- Yes.
- The newer models must be

outfitted with shield tech
designed to mask the locators.

- Can you remove it?
- No...

[tense music]

- But I can shut it down.
- You can?

You're all variations
of my original design.

Nobody knows you better than I do.

- Hold still.
- [machine whirs]

[table device beeping]

[whirs, beeps]

- [electronic blast]
- [groans]

There.

- You're no longer broadcasting.
- [distressed breathing]

♪ ♪

Anya...

she didn't have to sacrifice herself.

Let's fall back to the Marauder.

- We are not going with you.
- What?

We knew this day would
come, and we're prepared.

We have a ship parked
in the lower level.

We'll evacuate, set the
facility to self-destruct,

and then fly out while they're
picking through the wreckage.

What about Sarah?

- We'll bring her with us.
- Like hell you will.

We'll complete the process elsewhere.

We have no choice.

If there are complications
during the process,

we will lose her.

[exhales sharply]

We have to take her back to our ship.

[soft instrumental music]

♪ ♪

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

[expl*si*n]

♪ ♪

- Last chance.
- Until next time.

♪ ♪

I don't know how much time I have left,

but hopefully it'll be enough time

to output a new upgrade, one
that'll specifically target

those sub-cranial locators.

Here.

It's the override I buried in

the Dwarf Star security protocol.

Just in case you're
not done with them yet.

[expl*si*n]

[dark ambient music]

♪ ♪

I'm sorry this wasn't
the ending you wanted.

We already had our ending.

Good luck.

Hey...

Come on.

♪ ♪

It's time to go.

[engines rumbling]

♪ ♪

"Raza," get ready to jump.

[whirs, drones]

[explosions]

♪ ♪

[engines rumbling]

We've docked. Get us out of here.

[beeping]

[warbling, whirring]

[exhales slowly]

Forget about the hot chocolate.

Bottoms up.

[chuckles]

Bit of an acquired taste.

I have these ingrained
notions in my head from...

I guess from who I used to be,

ways of thinking that
generate assumptions

about people and...

well, androids.

- This sounds like an apology.
- That's because it is.

What for?

The way I treated you when
we first came out of stasis,

for how I treated your friend, Victor.

You had no contact with Victor.

That's because I was avoiding him.

In all fairness, I think
he was avoiding you too.

Look...

I've said some things about androids.

I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings.

My feelings are undamaged.

[chuckles]

You tend to speak your mind

without the thought of consequence.

- I know.
- We have that in common.

It's one of the things I like about you.

Okay.

Well, I want you to know that if

someday Victor ends up back on the ship,

he'll be welcome.

♪ ♪

[solemn music]

- What are you doing?
- I'm smiling.

Am I doing it wrong?

Actually, you're doing it great.

♪ ♪

[laughs]

♪ ♪

[mechanical whoosh]

[dark ambient music]

♪ ♪

Hello, Sarah.

I'm Dr. Shaw.

This is Chase and Victor.

How do you feel?

♪ ♪

Like...

Like I have my old body back...

♪ ♪

Only stronger...

- Healthy.
- You're one of us now...

A superior physical construct.

With one key difference.

You have a human mind.

That makes you more dangerous.

- Why?
- Because you're gonna help us.

♪ ♪

- [whimpering]
- Anya...

I can help you.

[head snaps]

[whimpers]

[dramatic music builds]

♪ ♪