03x11 - A Pretty Nasty One

[bunniefuu]

- Previously on "The Ark"...

- What the hell is
Drake doing to them?

- Nothing good.

- It means you're the Gen-3
he's been searching for

ever since we launched.

- You let her get away.
Find her.

- This is the cure
for the Gen-3 psychopathy.

both: Whoa.
- Well, a giant--

I don't know what it is--
energy field or something--

just lit up out here.

- I might not remember
our past,

but I remember this--
this feeling.

- One of our high-speed cameras
caught an image between phases.

- Something the force field
is cloaking.

- What the hell is it?

- Okay, now that we have a cure
for the Gen-3 clones--

thank you, Sanji.

- Couldn't have done it
without you.

- We need to figure out

how to get the cure
to all the Gen-3s out there.

- Starting with "Ark 22"?
- Mm-hmm.

- Drake's ship--
how do we even get close?

Last time we saw him,
he threatened to blow us up.

- Now that there's a cure,

I have a feeling
Drake's attitude will change.

- Yeah, the challenge
is gonna be finding him.

- Yeah.

- Elias and Luna
might be able to reach him,

since their space station
was a buyer.

- Good idea, Mr. Trust.

Make contact, find out
if they can set a rendezvous.

Kimi, turn us around,

set a course
back to the space station.

Sanji, prep at least 35 doses
of the gene treatment.

- On it.

[soft lounge music playing]

♪ ♪

- At first, um...

it was just sex.

- "Just sex"? Me?

No, I don't believe you.

I-I would never, ever dream
of being so shallow.

- Sure.
[both laugh]

In your defense, you thought
you were dying of Klampkins.

So you didn't want
to fall in love

or have someone fall
in love with you.

And I had just lost Harris.

- Your ex.

Right.

Sorry.

Must have been rough.
[clears throat]

Well, cheers.

So, um...
[clears throat]

[inhales deeply]

Was it good?

- What?

- [whispering]
The sex.

- Anyway...
[laughter]

Despite your best effort...

I kind of fell in love
with you.

- Eh, well, yeah,
I mean, who wouldn't?

- Hmm.

Then you found out
you weren't going to die.

- I admitted I'd fallen
in love with you, too.

- You remember?

- No.

But how could I not?

You're amazing.

♪ ♪

- It has to be the thing

the underground people
want fixed.

- Doesn't look like a weapon.
- I don't think it is one.

I made a graph of Eva
and Lieutenant Brice's

latest oxygen aerial survey.

The darker the circle,
the more oxygen is present.

- So the highest concentration
of oxygen

is right over that structure.
- Yes.

I think the oxygen
is coming from it.

- Meaning that thing
is some sort of a terraformer?

- Oh, that would make
so much sense!

[rumbling]

[panicked chatter]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Those quakes
are more frequent.

- Well, it makes a case
for it being a terraformer

that's broken.

- If so...

that does not bode well
for our survival.

[uplifting music]

♪ ♪

[both breathing heavily]

- Well, that was amazing.

[both chuckle]

- The things we missed
growing up in a lab.

- Hey, you're
on birth control, right?

- Don't worry.

Sanji suggested it as soon
as you and I became,

you know, obvious.

- Yeah, well, Sanji is nothing
if not overcautious.

- She put you on it, too?
- Yep.

- [laughing]

Better safe than sorry.

What?

- Well, it used to be
that people weren't sure

if Gen-2s and Gen-3s making
babies the old-fashioned way

carried the same risks
as making clones

from them in the lab, right?
- Mm-hmm.

- But now we have a cure
for Gen-3 syndrome,

so it's safe.

- Yeah, I guess.

- Which means...

we could, in theory, have kids.

- Whoa. Slow down, stud.

- I'm just saying.

We could make
some pretty great kids...

Or not.

- I always assumed
I couldn't have children.

- Hmm.

What?

- It's just I've seen you
captain this ship

through mutinies,
alien diseases.

You almost had your head cut
open by one of your clones.

I've never seen you show this
level of fear before...

till now.

- Yeah, well...

the thought of being a parent

is scarier than any
of those things.

- I'm not saying you have
to make a decision right now

one way or another.

Just nice to know
we have the choice

and other clones do.

- We're arriving
at the space station.

- Kimi, turn on
Alicia's shields.

- Activating shields now.

- Good day, Captain Garnet.

Hello, William.
- Hello, Luna.

- Any word on Drake
and "Ark 22"?

- Yes, the rendezvous
is all set that you requested.

However, as usual,
Drake is late arriving.

- But you're sure he's coming?
- He gave his word.

I'm sure he'll be here
any moment.

[rumbling]

[suspenseful music]

- Captain, I knew
you'd come back.

Please, come over.

- Not until you meet
some conditions.

- Do we really have to do
this dance again?

You'll come over now, or
we'll open fire on your ship.

- No, you won't, because
doing so risks k*lling me,

and you think you need me
to cure the Gen-3s.

- I don't think it.
I'm fairly certain.

- You'll change your mind once
you meet my friend Alexandria.

- Hello, Mr. Drake.

I can't say
I'm happy to see you,

but I'm glad "Ark 22" survived.

- Uh, sorry, who's that?

- Don't you remember me?

I used to work as a cook
in the mess hall

before Gen-3 syndrome set in.

- Or maybe you remember her
as the woman you sold to Anton

so he could beat her to death.

- Sorry, what am I missing?

- Isn't it obvious?
Look at her.

- We found the cure.

- I don't believe you.

- It's true, Mr. Drake.
I'm proof.

- You actually did.
You cured her.

- Well, Dr. Kabir here did,
yes, without hurting anyone,

without cutting me
or anyone else open.

- And it works on any Gen-3s?

- That's why we
arranged this meeting.

We can bring the drug
over in bulk

and cure all the Gen-3s
on your ship.

- It'll also immunize any
Gen-3s who haven't turned yet.

- Oh, well, in that case,
you're most welcome.

Please, come over.

- As I said,
there are conditions.

I want your word
I won't be experimented on

if I come over with a med team.

- What kind of monster
do you think I am?

- A pretty nasty one.

- Well, I'm sorry you feel
this way, Captain,

but I think it's time to try
and think logically here.

If what you say is true,
then I don't really need you

as a test subject
anymore, right?

So why would I hurt you?

- He's got a point.

- I want your word.

No one on my team
will be harmed.

- You have my word.

Let bygones be bygones.

We want the same thing.

Bring the drug over
and cure your people

from this terrible curse.

- Zed, I need to
ask you something,

and I hope you know
and trust me well enough

to tell me the truth.

- Of course, Felix,
what is it?

- Did EF-1 have some sort
of a secret energy weapon

that the GSA didn't know about?

[indistinct chatter]

- Yes.

It was equipped with
a pulse-locked energy weapon.

In fact, you saw one
just like it on EF-2

before we disarmed it.

- How powerful was it?

- Powerful enough
to take down an entire GSA ship

with a single shot.

Why do you ask?

- Well, we went through
the logs of the EF-1 server,

and we found a reference
to it firing a pulsed weapon.

- At what?

- In the direction
of the force field

that's protecting that massive
terraforming structure.

- Is it possible it's
a terraformer and a weapon?

- Strickland and Avega, report
to the science lab, please.

- Why would EF-1 sh**t
at a terraformer

if it wasn't also a weapon?

- They might have not known
what it was.

- Yeah, uh, guys, guys, guys,
that's why we called you here.

So we think we have figured out

a way to get inside
of the force field, right,

find out what on Earth that
thing in there is--or isn't.

- How?

- So when Eva and I were
in the underground,

right in that room
with the rock dome,

we left it,
and it was all lit up.

It had, um, like, lines
and--and symbols everywhere.

- I think it's a control panel
for the force field.

- When I was down there,

all I could see was
the stone dome, no controls.

- We were the only ones
who could see it

because we were out of phase.

- Then how do we see it now?

- We studied the
high-speed-camera data

from this photo.

It captured it only
in that field of that frame

because of a brief phase shift
when the shuttle made contact.

- I was able to use that data

to tune our infrared goggles to
be phase-shifted the same way.

- So it will let us
see what you guys saw.

- Exactly.

So we can go down
to the underground,

and, uh, Eva can figure out
how to turn it off.

- Eva can try to figure out
how to turn it off.

- Do it.

- [clears throat]

[soft wondrous music]

♪ ♪

- Cool.
- Whoa!

- There you go.

- This is amazing.
I wonder who built it.

- Look at this.

People, trees, flowers, birds--

it's all stuff from Earth.

Why is this even here?

- Our friend here can't see it,

which probably means
his people can't either.

- Then who is it for?

- I wonder what that is.

- Good question.

[eerie music]

- What is that?

- Here.

Hey, hey.
- It's okay. It won't hurt you.

♪ ♪

- There's more over here.

He says they are
the ancient friends.

Where are they now?

They left.

- I think I figured it out.

By using the same
circuit analogy as before,

all I have to do is...

♪ ♪

- Holy sh*t.

- It's huge.

- Eva, whatever you did,
it worked.

You're going to want
to see this.

- Question still remains...

what is it?

[object shatters,
person screams]

- What happened?
- The light fell.

Get your a*s in here
and bring a first-aid kit.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Come on.

- Welcome back, Captain.

[tense music]

What are you doing?

- Drake, you're under arrest
for human trafficking,

kidnapping, human
medical experimentation,

and I'm sure a lot more.

- Hmm. You don't have
the authority to arrest me.

- You're right, I don't,

but your own crew does.

And all your Gen-3 victims

will have that right
once they've been cured.

You have a decision to make,
Lieutenant.

- [scoffs]

- I don't think you agree with
what Drake is doing, do you?

- Stand down.

- What are you doing?
Stop her.

- Why would I?

I agree with her.
- [chuckles]

- You take your orders from me.

Do something!
Arrest her! Do something!

Aah!

- Thank you, Lieutenant.

Do you have somewhere
you can lock him up

while my team administers
a cure to all the Gen-3s?

- Yes.
I'll take care of him.

- I'll come with you,
if that's all right.

♪ ♪

- [scoffs]

You'll both be regretting this.
- Yeah, I doubt that.

♪ ♪

- [screaming]
[Sanji speaking indistinctly]

[breathing heavily, slowly]

[door opens]

- Arrest her.

She's the one
who tried to cut me open.

- Captain, please, you have
no idea how sorry I am--

how painful that was to do
to my own sisters.

- The simple solution to that--
don't do it.

- Drake said he was going
to k*ll my husband if I didn't.

And I'm sorry, but I love
my husband very much,

and--and I didn't want to be
responsible for his death.

And I thought if I could--
if I could find a cure--

- We'll let your crew
and your victims

decide what happens to you.

- As you should.

But you need
another doctor here.

At the least,
let me help people.

Let me do some good,
then you can lock me up.

[soft tense music]

♪ ♪

- Fine.

Do what you can.

- Thank you.

♪ ♪

- I don't trust her.

Not sure I trust
Lieutenant Reed either.

- Same, but we need them
for now.

- All right.

I'll go have a look around,
see if I can find anything out.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- He's dead.

- So then I'm right.

You're all clones of Drake.
- Yeah, we are.

- Our father has given us
a life of comfort.

- So, if you're Drake clones,

then that must mean
you're all Gen-3s.

- That's why we're confined
to this suite.

We live the best lives
until we...change.

- Huh.

But why?

- I don't understand.

- Well, why do you even exist?

Why did Drake make you
in the first place?

- He was searching for a cure
for Gen-3 psychosis

so he could keep
the clone race going.

- Otherwise,
clones will die out

with all the Gen-2s.

- Well, boys...

I've got some very good news
for you.

- Hold still for me.

Perfect.

All done.

Aw.

- Thank you.
- You're so welcome.

That's the last Gen-3 G44.

- Yeah, I've seen several
in the corridors.

- I can't wait to meet
all of them.

- Oh, one other thing--
I did an autopsy on Drake.

Didn't take me long to find it.

He died of an aneurysm.

- So, natural causes.
- Yes.

- Can I ask--did he have
swollen feet and ankles?

- Actually, he did,
but I'm not sure why.

- 'Cause the body was moved.
- Excuse me?

- Yeah, I could tell
from the body position

that Drake was dragged
into the cell.

The swelling tells me
it happened after he died.

- Are you sure?

- As security
for the GSA back on Earth,

I investigated
a lot of murders.

His body was definitely moved.
- But why? By who?

- I don't know, but I sure
as hell intend to find out.

- Don't touch it.
It could be dangerous.

- Oh, trust me,
I was not going to.

- I don't see any seams,
no doors, no panels.

- Looks like it's made
from the same stuff

as the underground complex.

- And the stone tablet Angus
dug up.

- Hey, look.

There's damage. See?

Way up there
on that top-edge corner.

- Maybe that's the damage
from the EF-1 weapon.

[camera shutter clicks]

- Guys, I have some readings
you should see!

- Come on.

[suspenseful music]

We got readouts from the scans
of every instrument we have.

It's emitting all sorts
of transverse energy waves,

magnetic waves, and SSTs.

- Um, I'm getting
similar readings

from the ground around it.
- What does that mean?

- Uh, It means it goes deep
underground beneath it.

It's not just
a big stone monument.

It's got electronics
and machinery inside it.

- I can't make heads or tails
of any of this.

It's so alien.

- Alien as in unfamiliar
or little green men?

- Well, I don't know
any human civilization

who had the technology
to build this.

- So...little green men, then.

- Well, I-I doubt they were
little or green, but, yeah.

I think whoever built this

must have been
an intelligent alien culture.

- What about
a little gray octopus?

- What?

- Remember those--
those octopus-looking things,

right, from the cave drawings?
- Yeah.

- You think that's the species
who built this?

- Who knows?

But I reckon
it's a pretty good bet.

[rumbling]
- Whoa, all right, all right.

All right.
- Oh, sh*t!

- Okay.

♪ ♪

[tablet chimes]

- Ah!

[tablet whirring]

- I'm getting all kinds
of new readings.

- Me too.

- Oh, God.

- Sorry to keep you waiting.

- Any luck finding Ves
and the other Black Thorn?

- No, and we searched
everywhere.

I got teams scouring
the forest now.

What did you want
to see us about?

- That giant structure
out there

is emitting solar magnetic
manipulation fields.

- Well, didn't it say something
like that on that stone tablet?

- Yes, we actually
think this artifact

may be some sort of readout,
like our info tablets.

- As we speak,
that big thing out there

appears to be trying
to generate solar flares

to take down
all our stuff in orbit.

- What?
- Then we need to destroy it.

- No, hold on.
It's not a danger.

It's too damaged to have
any effect on the sun--

well, not just yet.

- Just the same, if we fix it,
won't it become a danger to us?

- If we don't fix it, I think
we're in bigger trouble.

[keys clacking]

Uh, my team used
a ground-penetrating radar,

and we calculated
that the structure

goes at least


It's literally regulating

the entire planet's regolith
and magma.

- Which points
to a terraforming machine.

- Or, to be very pedantic,

a terraform
maintenance machine.

- Yeah, but it's glitching,

which explains
the lava and earthquakes.

- And oxygen.

[computer chimes]
The top of the structure

is catalyzing carbon dioxide
and various acids

into breathable air,

which explains why the oxygen
is centered there.

- That's where we saw
the damage on the thing.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yes.

That is where it took a direct
hit from the EF-1 weapon.

- Still, it makes
little sense to me that--

that this thing out there is
a-a terraformer and a weapon.

- Maybe part of its programming
is to protect the planet

from outsiders.

- That must be what caused the
solar flares on Ross, right?

The ones that took down
Admiral Hammond's Ark.

- Eva, you said that you
were detecting SSTs from it?

- Yes.
Subspace Transmissions.

- Well, if there's a machine
like this on Ross

and one here,

maybe they're connected
somehow,

like networked computers.

- That's what she said.

[suspenseful music]

I just didn't believe her.

- Who?

- Doc.

When she said it,
she said the part of her here

sent a distress signal
to the part of her on Ross.

Guys, that's why she put
the programming in my head--

to save the part of her
that's here.

[rumbling, thud]

- [screams]
- It's okay!

♪ ♪

- We need to access
that program.

- How?

- I hate to even say it,

but should we put it back
in Lieutenant Brice?

- No!
- No frickin' way.

- There must be another way
to talk to it.

- I might be able to tap
into it with a computer I/O.

- Look, Alicia,
that's not a good idea, right?

You cannot trust that woman.
- It's not a woman.

It's software,
but you're right.

I need to be
in an air-gapped environment.

To be safe and keep it
out of our systems,

it needs to be
an un-networked computer,

not connected
to any of our equipment.

- What about "Ark 16"?
- That could work.

It's gonna be empty, right?

- But the life support
is still on.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

How do I get up there?
- I'll take you.

- No.

You should stay
far away from Doc.

- I'll send you...

with one of my finest pilots.

- Okay.

Thanks for taking me up, Ana.

- No problem.

- Okay, I'm going to use
the air-gapped terminal

in med bay to keep Doc
out of "Ark 16's" systems.

But just in case,
once I'm clear of the airlock,

you need to decouple from the
Ark and move away a few meters.

We don't want the Doc code to
jump into the shuttle's systems

and then carry it
back to Homebase.

- Okay. Should have brought
a book, huh?

- Hopefully
it won't take that long.

I'll call you when I'm ready.

- And...

docking now.

♪ ♪

- Clear.

- Shuttle is clear.

Good luck, Alicia.

♪ ♪

- [chuckles]

Oh, my...

- Docking shuttle,
please identify yourself.

Docking shuttle,
it's not safe to dock now.

Please respond.

Alicia, another shuttles
is docking.

Alicia, please respond.

[sighs]
Homebase, please advise.

Who's trying to dock
with "Ark 16"?

[device whirring]

[beeping, static whirring]

What's jamming my signal?

♪ ♪

Alicia.

Alicia?

Hey, who are you?

Why are you jamming my...
[weapons clacking]

Radio signals?

- An unexpected guest...

how nice.

Who are you?
- Ana Vujik.

- Former EF.

Right.

- That's Drake's quarters?
- Yes.

What are we looking for?
- No idea.

Anything that could tell us
who would want to k*ll Drake.

What's that?

- No clue.

[suspenseful music]

- So we won't change?
- No.

- Thank you, Doctor.
- You're welcome.

- So what do we do
with ourselves now?

- Do whatever you want.
[slaps back] You're free.

- [chuckles]

- I ran their DNA.

All of them--
direct Gen-3 clones of Drake.

- Why create clones of yourself

if you know
they'll become psychotic?

- Ego.

- Well, he did have
a big one of those.

- Kimi to Captain Garnet.

I found something
in Drake's room.

I think you should see it.

- It's an NCTD.

- A what now?

- A Neural Correlates
Transfer Device.

- Which is?

- It moves a mind
from one brain to another.

- Get out of here.

- I read a paper
that Drake wrote

about his experiments
on such a device.

- Why wasn't this the most
famous piece of tech on Earth?

- Yeah, why haven't we heard
about it?

- They never went into use

because it
didn't really have a value.

It can only transfer
from one brain

to an exactly identical
other brain.

And what use would that have?

- I'll tell you what use
it would have...

immortality.

That's why Drake wanted
the cure for the Gen-3s.

- That's why he has
all those clones of himself.

Drake was gonna move his brain
from body to body forever.

- Damn. Why didn't I think
of doing that?

- Maybe because you're not
evil enough to m*rder someone

to take their body.
- There is that.

And I don't have a clone.

- Wait, maybe Drake
already used it,

then moved his old dead body
back into the cell.

- So Drake's not actually dead.

He's inside one
of those younger clones.

- But which one?

♪ ♪

- Okay, all we have to do
is get one of them to slip up,

say something
only Drake would know,

and then we'll know
which one Drake went into.

- Got it.

♪ ♪

- Hello.

- Hi.

Am I in trouble?

- No, no, we just want to ask
a few questions.

- Okay.

Like what?

- Like, do you know why Drake
created you and your brothers?

- Yes, ma'am.

He--he wanted to make more C-1s

because we are the most
important clone model.

- But you are all Gen-3 clones,

so you were all destined
to become psychotic.

- Yes, that's why
he was looking for a cure--

so we wouldn't have to.

- So let me guess--
C-1s are all clones of Drake.

- Of course.
Superior to all other clones.

- Right, but what
if he didn't find a cure?

Then you'd all lose your minds.
Then what?

- Then we would make
the sacrifice.

- Death?

- A worthwhile sacrifice

to ensure a continuous supply
of C-1s.

- But for what end?
Just to stroke Drake's ego?

- What?

- We're not getting anywhere.

- Well, maybe it's time

we tried a more direct line
of questioning.

- Mm, nothing to lose,

- Drake. Wakey-wakey, Drakey.

We know you're in there.

- You're crazy, man.
He's crazy.

- Okay, Drake,
we know it's you.

- The question is,
what do we do with you now?

- Wait, did you lose Mr. Drake?

♪ ♪

- [sighs]
- I don't know about you,

but I'm having a hard time
figuring out which one it is.

- That was zero help.

- Captain Garnet,
you know how Dr. Morgan

said that Drake
was threatening her husband?

- Yeah.

- Well, I some digging,
and turns out

she doesn't have a husband,
never did.

In fact, since Jill left,

Drake's been sleeping
with Dr. Morgan.

- That lying witch.

- No. No, we can use this.

This might be a good thing.

Lieutenant Reed, I need you
to do something for me.

- Attention--
all C-1s please report

to med bay for a brain scan.

I repeat--
all C-1 report to med bay

for a brain scan.

- Megan, why are
they scanning brains?

You told me that my brain scan
is identical,

that they'd never know
it was me.

- So it is you.
- Huh?

- You just outed yourself,
as*h*le.

Hey.

- Thank you for giving me
my life back.

- Oh, you're welcome.
- [chuckles]

- Are you sure you don't want
to come with us to Homebase?

You're all more than welcome.
- Perhaps in time.

We've heard rumors
of a planet colonized

by some clones who stole an Ark
early in the disaster.

- Oh, yeah,
that would be my guys,

but we never made it, so...

- Oh, we heard a group
of clones,

mostly out of a lab in Africa,
made it there and settled.

- Huh.

Oh, we were out of London,
so it must be another group.

- Then it still might exist.

- What are your plans
with Drake and Dr. Morgan?

- We'll give both of them
a fair trial.

Our people will vote
on their guilt and punishment.

- Good.

- I was wondering, could I take
the neural transfer device?

To study it.
- I'm sorry.

Captain Garnet
suggested I space it

so no one could use it again.

- No good can come
from that thing.

I look forward to crossing
paths again, Lieutenant.

- Oh. Uh...

- Thanks for everything.

- Yeah, good luck.

Uh, I hope you find everything
you've been looking for.

- [chuckles]
I hope we meet again.

- So do I.

You know how to contact us?

- [sighs] I have things
I need to attend to.

- Will you just let me do this?
You need to relax.

- Fine.

[sighs]

- You think the "Ark 22" clones
will ever come to Homebase?

- Uh, if they don't find
that clone planet,

they'll have to go there
eventually.

Ooh, right there.

[groans]
Mmm.

- Captain Garnet, Alexandria
is trying to contact you.

- That was fast.

- Put her through
to my console.

- [chuckles]

Bet you didn't expect to hear
from me so soon.

[sniffles]
- Is everything okay?

- Yes. Is Ian with you?

- Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.

- Good. Uh...

I decided to dig
into "Ark 22's" logs

to see if Drake
was up to anything else

we should know about, and...
[sniffles, chuckles]

[voice breaking]
I found something

that I think you and Ian
are gonna want to see.

I-I already transmitted
the file.

- Uh, yeah, I see it.
What is it?

- Jump to 52 minutes in.

I hope it means as much
to both of you

as it meant to me.

I have to go.

- Well, go on.

Click it.
- [chuckles]

- My name is Sydney,
and I, um--

I donated my DNA
to the clone program

because I needed money,
is the bottom line.

- Looks like testimonials

of people
who donated their DNA.

- It looks like it.

- You want out of me--

- I, um--I donated my DNA

because I kind of want to be
young again.

I mean, I know--I know it's
not gonna be me, per se, but--

- What did she say?


- I think so, yeah.

- I'm a retired
emergency-room doctor.

- Mm-hmm. Marsha was
the best ER doc in the city,

saved more lives
than I can count.

- And Frederick here was
a professor of world history.

- Till the damn government
shut down

the history-education program.

- Why did you donate your DNA?

- Well, we've been together
for, what, 42 years now?

- I still love her
like the first day I met her.

- But no matter how much
we loved each other...

we just couldn't conceive
children.

So this was sort of
our way of...

- Being fruitful,
multiplying.

[both laughing]

- It's our understanding

that our clones will be given
to younger couples

who can't have children.

- So they might avoid the
disappointment that we had.

- Well, thank you for--
- Um...

can I just say,
if you're watching this,

you're probably
one of our clones.

We hope you live
as wonderful a life

as we have.

- And we hope you find
the loves of your lives...

as we have.

- [scoffs, chuckles]

[soft music]

- That is so beautiful.

- S-so does this mean our love
was always destined to happen?

- Is that a good thing?

Doesn't that imply
a lack of free will?

- Does it matter?

I mean, I couldn't love anyone
more than I love you.

So, if that's preprogrammed,

then I'd say that's some
pretty damn good programming.

- But is it just chemical--

a bunch of brain cells
telling us how to feel?

- Isn't that true
of every romance

when you really get down to it?

- I'm not sure
how I feel about that.

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

[rumbling]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[rumbling stops]
- Oh!

Huh.

Guys?

You have to see this.
- That can't be good.

- Could that be how much time
we have before--

- That's not enough time
to save a whole planet.

- Well, that decides it, then.

Unless Alicia's gotten into the
Doc program and figured it out,

we have to put it
back in my head.

- No.

- Alicia, any progress?

Alicia?

- Ana?

Lieutenant Vujik,
please respond.

- Oh, God.

"Ark 16" is no longer in orbit.

- Then where is it?

- Status report.

- We're 23 light-years
from our destination.

- And we're sure there's
no one else on the ship?

- We're doing a sweep
to be sure.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [breathing heavily]

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪