- You know, at the time, I thought the other me
was being figurative when he said...
"Kill these copies."
No. He was being literal.
It was only a matter of time before the Union developed
tech you had already built, Dr. Weller--
the ability to make copies of me.
But unlike you,
the Union had no moral problem churning them out
and tossing them at us like grenades.
The first time they unleashed a pack of Nemesii on us,
it was eight against five.
And they had smoke.
[Nemesii shriek]
Next fight, it was 17 copies.
And then 29--
barely surviving every fight--
bearing witness to every kind
of environmental collapse possible.
Not to mention acid rain,
eating through the metal skin on the only body I have left.
And that wasn't even the worst of it--
killing yourself again
and again and again.
That, I don't even know what to do with that.
[jazzy music]
But I won't give in to hopelessness nor fear.
'Cause I remember my father's song.
- ♪ Let the good times roll ♪
- It's my mantra. It's gonna get me through.
♪ ♪
- ♪ Let the good times roll ♪
♪ ♪
[energetic electronic music]
♪ ♪
- They're back already? That's not good.
- No, it's not. But they're alive.
And I guess that's the best we can hope for.
- I honestly do not know why I fight sober anymore.
- We did what we could. Be proud.
- Kazu, not this again.
- Please, we just barely survived a fight.
We don't need to start another one.
- Special move?
You just saw what happened in the valley.
We can't win with mind-sharing,
and you keep treating this like a fucking game.
Grow up, Kazu.
The Union is coming, and unless
you can pull an army out of your ass, we're fucked.
- My sister is dead. My Mom, dead.
All I have left
is a few pieces of my past I can still tell are mine.
I'm not losing them to mind-sharing.
- It's good to see you all alive and in one piece.
And the Union?
- Check the valley off the No Man's Land list.
It's Union territory now.
Next time, the line moves.
- That'll be the end of the line.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- I know our fight against the Union in the States
has met with great loss,
but unlike the Union with their lunatic babble
about a fictional afterlife,
the Polity believes in science and ensuring humanity
won't just survive climate collapse, but thrive.
Our Martian Utopia is 82% complete,
and big enough for every man, woman and child in the Polity.
[puppy barks] Oh!
Okay, fine. Dogs can come too, Pugsy.
- Make SkyChariots out of LA free!
We're gonna die here!
We're gonna burn!
- When the Martian city is complete,
people like him will be brought along as workers.
No one will be left behind.
Would that we were finished now,
so we could save him.
Our spy tells us the Union
will attack Los Angeles within 48 hours.
- I did not need intel to know that.
I cannot win a showdown if I don't have the guns.
- You have to win, General. Listen.
We potentially have an upgrade for the Anvil Hammer system
that could theoretically nullify the Union's nanotech.
If you can cut me a path to the Anvil, we can test--
- Get your head out of the clouds.
I'm going to lose Los Angeles in two days.
Any other plan beyond that is a dream.
- I don't share your fatalism.
I've seen your back against the wall enough times to know
that's when you shine the brightest.
- The well-heeled flee Los Angeles on your orders,
while I order my soldiers to face off against
flesh-eating nanotech.
Fatima is the failure here.
The Union only has one broken copy of Chase,
which they have used to build their so-called Nemesis army--
an army, by the way, we cannot hope to beat.
I have copies of all our team members.
If I could utilize them,
I could crush the Nemesis horde.
Yet Fatima can't figure out
- how to get gen: - LOCK copies into our Holons
to give me the numbers I need to win.
- General, we're here for our debrief.
- Weller's dead. Fatima is what she is.
But you're the engine of my war machine.
Save Los Angeles. Get me to the Anvil.
Or go down with the ship.
- [sighs]
Our spy confirms Brother Tate
will assault Los Angeles in 48 hours.
Every Nemesis he has will fall upon us.
And we have the five of you.
- We stand ready to defend the Polity
to our last dying, uh...
- Well, get what rest you can. We don't have long.
- General, we do not need rest.
We can help with whatever you need until--
- You already help me bear the weight.
I thank you for that.
If--when we survive,
I swear I will give you so much R&R,
you'll all start hating vacations.
- [squeals, laughs]
- This is the first purely benevolent fiction that we--
- Selling a fictional city on Mars
to half the human population?
- Is manufacturing hope. We're not lying.
We're buying time until - RTASA can unlock gen: - LOCK.
- Hmm. My spy brings me proof.
Holcroft's Martian salvation is nothing but smoke and mirrors.
Proof so damning,
it paradoxically has no value.
For it would simply be discounted
as a digitally altered lie
were I to disseminate it to the Polity citizens.
- But, sir, the people must know the Polity's lies.
This could be exactly what we need
to snuff out the heretics once and for all.
- [sighs] What ought we do, Mr. Cook?
- [burps]
- [chuckles]
You are right, old friend.
One should always find the silver lining.
- The Polity's grand gluttony may have consumed the planet,
but we are winning the war.
- Ascension tethers man to an existence so much sweeter
than this earthly coil ever was.
Flow, some eucalyptus for Mr. Cook.
- Whether the citizens of Los Angeles are ready or not,
the Polity has no idea what's coming for them.
Months searching for Dr. Weller's backup persona
compels me to once again point out our Union minds
are every match for his sacrilegious anti-wisdom.
Progress on TWILIGHT has been made.
- What we could do with a mind like his.
Ah, well.
Likely you are correct, Brother Sugiyama.
For if Dr. Weller had left some storehouse
of all he knew behind,
we would surely have found it by now.
- What it's like in there, Dr. Weller?
- To be alive in the digital sea,
as they, is to be awake in a dream.
- What the hell does that mean?
- No idea, honestly.
I was just programmed to like sounding smart.
[device chirping]
- The customizability your Hub upgrade gave us
continues to amaze.
Being in our Hubs was like floating
in cold, blue nothingness.
At least now I get to be surrounded
by that which gives me pleasure inside my own mind,
while the world burns.
- Jesus, you fucks have gotten bleak.
Here, take a rabbit.
I made a patch that increased their softness 140%.
- Cammie, can't you drop the happy act
and be depressed and terrified with the rest of us?
- [sighs] Growin' up, havin' no money,
things were hard some of the time.
Harder the rest.
But no matter how broken my Dad was after work,
he'd always bring me a flower home and he'd say,
"When the shit piles high, girl,
"try always to remember
that shit's where flowers come from."
- Privacy isn't selfish. It's human.
- Chase, you aren't the only one scared of losing yourself
to the mind-sharing side effect--
having each other's memories from leak into our minds
every time we share, to have no control
over what memories we leak into each other.
- More and more I find myself startled awake by nightmares.
I'm not even sure they're mine.
- Guys, look on the bright side of mind-sharing.
It's why we all know Japanese.
Thanks, Kazu. - [grumbles]
- And I can sharpshoot 'cause now I have
Val's memories of training literally inside me.
Mind-sharing doesn't have to muddle who we are.
It just makes us more a part of each other.
- This is all besides the point. We lost.
Tomorrow is our last stand. We all know it.
Kazu thinks he's yelling at me
'cause I'm not living up to his "warrior spirit,"
but that's bullshit.
The real reason he's concentrating on me
not mind-sharing
is 'cause he doesn't want to think about how most,
or all of us won't live through tomorrow.
I know I'm a goddamn warrior because I'll go down fighting.
But I'm also gonna go down remembering who I am.
And you're not taking that away from me.
So stop the guilt trip and go get some goddamn sleep.
'Cause we're gonna need it.
- I hate being alone in a storm.
[gentle guitar music playing]
♪ ♪
[upbeat music playing]
[grunts, sighs]
[gasps]
- [sighs]
- [grunts]
[yelps]
Ugh, I hate you so much.
Mind-sharing... [scoffs]
Hey, Dri? Play Dad's song.
- ♪ Let the good times roll ♪
[jazzy music playing]
[knocking on door]
- Baby, can you get the door?
- Dri, louder please.
- ♪ Don't care if you young or old ♪
- [audio glitching] Baby, can you get the door?
- Louder, Driana.
- [glitching rapidly] Baby, can you get the door?
[pounding at the door]
[soft dramatic music]
- [laughs]
[thunder booming]
♪ ♪
-- You know, unlocking gen: - LOCK was Weller's greatest dream.
- We'll crack it.
And that isn't just arrogance talking.
It is both confidence and arrogance talking.
- [laughs] If we do,
I hope Leon wakes one day to know his mind
was responsible for saving humanity.
- General Marin requests your presence, Dr. Jha.
[machine beeping]
[soft suspenseful music]
- I gave you five hard drives
with copies - of our gen: - LOCK team.
You have an empty Holon army in RTASA.
- Weller gen: - LOCKed our Chase copy without trouble,
yet while North America falls to the Union,
I watch you fail miserably to do the same.
-- Again, the gen: - LOCK process is complex.
And that is not even getting into the moral quagmire.
- The Polity terraformed Mars to save the human race
from a climate apocalypse,
and because of your ineptitude,
a continent will not have access to that salvation.
Yet you speak to me of my morality.
- I--I'm doing the best I can.
- RTASA will relocate without you.
You will go down with this ship or deliver my Holon army.
Dismissed.
Fatima's moral qualms make me worry her conscience
is getting in the way of her pragmatism.
Get access to her station. Be covert.
- God, I miss being able to dream.
- Dear Chase, stop being so effing guarded.
We ain't built to shoulder their shit alone.
That's what friends are for. Sincerely, Cammie.
- You're right. I do need help.
- If I'd have known framing shit in a letter would
get you opening up, I'd have talked like that ages ago.
- I need you to get me into Caliban's mind drive
where Weller hid his secrets.
- What? But I can't do that.
Well, I mean, I can, I think.
But Dr. Weller, he asked us to respect his privacy.
- Please. I need to ask him about me.
This battle really might be our last.
And if I'm gonna die, I-- [alarm blaring]
-- gen: - LOCK team, to your battle stations.
The Union is here.
- Our Holons aren't repaired.
- Then we fight with what we have.
[dramatic music]
- RTASA, be prepared to burrow if--
What the hell? Where did the Nemesii go?
[ominous music]
[Nemesii shrieking]
♪ ♪
[all scream, groan]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- We gotta mind-share. Whatever this is, it's so bad.
♪ ♪
[banging on door]
Chase, please.
- [groans]
- I cannot beat a Nemesis onslaught
without an onslaught of my own.
- Fatima has been sabotaging - the gen: - LOCK process
with your copies for months.
A simple program, but well hidden--
a digital gate keeping copies from entering the Holon frames.
I deleted it, and we can ready Holon frames
- to gen: - LOCK with copies now.
- Fatima's fairytale morality has doomed the world.
Bring her to me.
- There are ghost imprints all over my private--oh, no.
Who deleted my programs?
[monitor beeping rapidly]
- I think Leon just died. [monitor flatlining]
[device chirping]
- [gasps]
- [grunts]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
- [screams]
- [growls]
Ha!
[gasps]
♪ ♪
- Chase, mind-share. For Kazu.
- [gasps, groans]
♪ ♪
[shouts]
- Giga...
Mega...
Ultra Move... - [grunts]
- Zero GT... - [shouts]
- Turbo Edition.
[speaks Japanese]
♪ ♪
- Damn, that was deep.
[thunder booms]
- Incredible.
Together, there is nothing they cannot destroy.
Tell Henry I have an idea for the copies that may give us
a fighting chance to be implemented now.
- [grunting]
- [shouting]
-- gen: - LOCK team, they'll melt the shield.
If RTASA falls, we fall.
- General's orders.
- You cannot do that to the copies.
- What, did everyone catch Fatima's childish moralizing?
- I am a pragmatist, not a moralist, General.
What am I saying is you have a very high likelihood
of ruining your only copies of very rare, plastic minds.
- The only other option is death.
- Come with us, Dr. Jha.
- [grunts]
♪ ♪
Do not upload those copies.
- Please, we don't wanna have to get physical.
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
- Who's piloting those?
- Are they suicide bombing the fuckers?
- Ask later. They need our help.
- Uh, do they, though?
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Your copies didn't blink
before blowing themselves to hell.
Whatever you did to make them so patriotic, keep it up.
You think your new army can get us to the Anvil?
- Sure. On it.
- You take her back for us, and I'll pull out your seat
at the big boy table in Geneva personally.
- I want my house back, Tate.
- We all owe you guys a tremendous debt.
Who in the hell are in those things?
- You'd have to be nuts to be willing
to blow yourself up like that.
- I have nothing to take from him.
For he has already given everything.
[stirring dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[soft music]
♪ ♪
[device chirping]
- Friends!
I didn't know you were allowed inside me.
- Technically, they are not.
- Whoa. - What the hell is he?
- That delightful young program is Caliban,
whose body Dr. Weller borrowed to hide me inside of.
- Oh. - [laughs]
- Caliban has his own consciousness?
Then what the hell are you?
- I am Weller's knowledge, aka,
that which talks to you from inside this body.
- Okay, well, I have things I need to ask him.
You. Please.
♪ ♪
- [giggles]
- In my mind, Dr. Weller,
there's this pounding, I can't get rid of it.
I can't turn myself off or sleep.
I can't dream.
- Nor cry. Nor sweat.
Nor defecate.
You are now a machine, after all.
But this pounding you speak of--
- On a floating door that shouldn't be there.
Doc, please, am I gonna go crazy like Nemesis?
Do I have it in me to be a monster?
- Likelihood of mental collapse
under these conditions is 68.8484%.
Sorry I couldn't be more precise.
- You were supposed to protect us.
- Dr. Weller was clear there would always be risks
to a human mind when ripped into an inhuman body.
Sorry.
♪ ♪
Dr. Weller was always a bit more analytic than he was empathic.
- Things have just been so hard--
ever since I lost mom and Driana,
since the battle of New York,
the day this stupid war went hot.
- The Battle of New York was not when the war went hot.
Contrary to popular belief,
the first strike was struck by the Polity 20 days prior.
- Wait, so if New York wasn't the first strike,
then what was?