Come on, Sinclair, get it together.
Oh, damn it.
♪ ♪
Get it together. Get it together.
Get out of Union territory.
The Vanguard needs you.
One of our Polity Fireteams?
Christmas came early.
- Take these shit stains out.
- We're supposed to capture them, sir.
- Does the Smoke just capture us?
Take them out. Orders from the top.
♪ ♪
- It happened so fast,
I couldn't even tell if they were Union or Polity.
- Doesn't really matter, does it?
- Robert Sinclair.
I am pleased we found you.
The Polity needs your help.
- Fuck your war.
♪ ♪
- It feels weird not to be out there.
- Everything feels weird nowadays.
- Hey, we got Vegas back, baby. I hope it's in one piece.
- Those Union hypocrites
didn't change a thing in our "sin city."
They were too busy enjoying it.
- General, what are we looking at?
Reclamation.
We're taking back the Anvil.
We're beating back the Union thanks to the Holon frames.
So I can give you the R&R I promised.
- Speaking of your impressive new gL Units General,
whose minds are driving the new Holons?
- That's classified, Chase.
- We need to know who we're fighting alongside.
- You need to know what I tell you you need to know, soldier.
Frankly, if the success of the new division continues,
you may not be fighting at all from now on.
- What do you mean?
- Don't take this the wrong way,
but with the Holon frames divisions active,
you're outdated tech now.
You should be glad.
You've given so much and you finally get a reprieve.
- Lock started with us.
We deserve to know what's going on.
- Enough.
Chain of command exists for a reason.
Dismissed.
♪ ♪
- But it's not Nemesis, right?
Not more of me inside of those Holons?
- I promise, Chase.
Nemesis copies are not driving the Holon frames.
Now, enjoy R&R.
That is an order.
- Ugh, so good. You close, babe?
- Shh, no talking.
And no babe.
- No babe? -
- I know you said no labels, but c'mon.
- Ugh.
- So, uh, you close?
- Ugh.
I'm as far away as I could possibly be.
- But you're, like, my girl, right?
- For the billionth time, we're just fucking, Jodie.
We were just about to--
- I'm sorry. - I was just--
- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--nope.
- Jodie was just leaving.
- Really? I thought that--
- Jodie, out. No babe.
No talking next time.
- What the hell, Chase?
- Sorry.
- What are you doing?
You've seen me naked, like, a billion times.
- Just, I don't know, it feels wrong.
- But it didn't feel wrong to just blip into my room
without, like, saying, "Knock, knock" first?
- I'm sorry.
I've been having a lot of trouble with boundaries lately.
- Lately?
- It's just, I'm learning things
that are making it tough to keep it together.
- What things?
- I don't even know if we're the good guys anymore, Miranda.
- You're not making any sense.
- New York was blowback--
a response to a top-secret Polity air strike on Babylon,
ordered by Marin.
- What? How do you--
- You remember the reports
about an explosion at the Kaaba?
- Yeah, our intel said something went wrong
at the military manufacturing site where they make Smoke.
- Our intel, our spin.
Marin sent our jets, weapons hot,
into a non-combat zone filled with civilians.
- The Union's just as guilty.
Think of who we lost in New York--
people like your mother and your sister.
- When am I not thinking of them?
The war was cold, Miranda. Polity lit the match.
Us, not them. Us.
We've been lied to for years.
- They were feeding their own people to it every day.
How is that not violence worth preventing?
- For all we know they wouldn't have even attacked New York
if we didn't decide to go off all half-cocked
and destroy the one thing that they think is heaven.
- I can't believe you're sounding like
a Union sympathizer.
- This is what I'm talking about.
We're all frustrated with how much of you falls into us.
- I'm not conjuring 'em. I swear.
I don't know why they pop up. But how can you not love 'em.
'Cause of them, you're never gonna be alone.
- Cammie, that's just it.
Sometimes, we want to be alone.
I mean, that's why we limit mind-sharing to battle.
- One of your rabbits shit in my hair!
Stop making them!
- Yaz, calm yourself.
Cammie, Yaz is trying to say we need boundaries.
Even a loving family needs doors.
- Not my family. Growing up, we shared--
- Kazu, wait your turn.
We were talking boundaries with Cammie.
- Oh, that.
Yeah, I'll, uh--
I'll definitely look into that for you.
- Team, we need to talk.
- Miranda!
Why don't you take a seat and tell me why you're--
- I know about the first strike on the Kaaba.
Way I see it, you tried to stop a war before it started.
- Some argue I started the very war
I tried to prevent.
- In the face of extinction, the Union convinced themselves
they'd found heaven inside tiny fucking robots,
then went around selling their mind poison to whole countries.
You knew the attack would kill many,
but if it succeeded, it would save far more.
A great leader makes tough decisions.
I hope to do the same.
- I know that you will.
- I'm requesting to join command.
- How did you learn about the strike, Major Worth?
- Chase knows.
He told me.
- Able.
Initiate covert surveillance - Lock unit.
- Chase, what's wrong?
- Everything-- this war, why we fight.
The Polity kept us in the dark this entire time.
- You may look different, but you're definitely still a man.
- The war didn't start in New York.
Marin ordered a strike on the Kaaba first.
No declaration of war. No warning.
My mom, my sister--
every life we've taken in service of a lie.
- So it has finally come out.
- You knew?
- Why didn't you tell me?
- If you were there, you'd understand.
- Then show us.
- You know I hate mind-sharing.
But Cammie's right, we need to see it.
♪ ♪
- My consciousness melted into the silver river.
- Night has already fallen for me.
- Ascension will free him.
♪ ♪
- Who cares who shot first?
- Marin started a world war, Yaz.
- Don't act like the Union is innocent.
They are a death cult.
- How you lived was so peaceful, Yaz.
Families altogether.
I saw how happy they were to ascend.
I mean, what if there is a Hereafter?
- How dare you. I was there.
Earth is burning and they throw themselves into--
- Just a headache.
- Bro! Vegas dead ahead, baby!
♪ ♪
- I love how huge elephant ears are.
- Were. -
So I can't stop thinking about what I saw
in the Union in your mind.
I wanna know more.
There's so much I don't know about that world.
Like, I'd love to know about your parents.
- You can't stop pressing like a damn child.
You're still so impressionable.
The Union's ideas are built to seduce.
- You think I'm an innocent wee babe
'bout to walk into the traffic, eh?
Fine! I'll just fuck right off then!
- Hey.
- Rude.
- It isn't you, it's...
I can't lose anyone else.
- Bug? You sure it's not a feature?
- Ah, so that's why you've been a ball bag to Val
for no good reason?
- Ugh, fine. Follow me.
- I'been futzing with remote transmissions,
trying to replace - Lock pods.
I figured, we already upload back and forth from our pods
to our Holons using the cloud.
So there's gotta be a way to get rid of the pods.
Then with enough bandwidth,
any amount of people could gL remotely.
But I haven't gone there, 'cause what's the point?
There's, like, only six of us in the whole world
that are gL compatible.
- You were wrong.
It isn't some kind of mind-shared gender thing.
Your avatar presents female, but your code hasn't changed.
- I can't fix your subconscious.
That's on you, mate.
- Our little family is falling apart.
♪ ♪
- Mars. Unreal.
When I was growing up, I wanted to see another world.
- With low-interest Mars relocation loans available,
now you--can.
- Ugh, holograms.
They get you excited, and then fwoosh!
Remember, they're not real.
- Baby, can you get the door?
♪ ♪
- No.
No, no, no, no. Not here too.
♪ ♪
- Buddy, you okay?
♪ ♪
- Yeah!
- Man, why is she so cold?
I completely regret saying yes to this.
- So you wanna tell me why
you've been a huge asshole to me recently?
- Fine.
In that case, tonight, we drink.
Tomorrow, we talk.
- Sinclair, come take a look at this.
De-incrypted comms say there's a Sky Chariot
making a detour nearby, caught in the blizzard.
- What are you gonna do?
♪ ♪
- Was that turbulence?
- Welcome to the proletariat.
- Where you wanna take her?
- Up to you.
Take her to somewhere where there are no sides.
No war.
I hear New Zealand still has trees.
- You're not coming?
- I enjoy getting people out of hell.
Think I'll keep it up.
- Coyoting people out of No Man's Land.
Polity and Union will crack down even harder on you.
- Let 'em.
They'll get a lot more than they bargained for.
- Welcome back to the Anvil, Dr. Jha.
- Tate.
Here to show me to my cell, or the gallows?
- On the contrary.
You're free to go after my--
what would Polity folk call it?
Ah, yes. Sales pitch.
As scientists, you and I rely on evidence, yes?
I was pulled apart on a subatomic level,
yet here I stand before you.
I am, quite literally, The Miracle Incarnate.
Come on. Try harder.
- What happened to me happened to others.
You needn't take my word.
Comfy?
- Tell me, Tate.
When the Smoke ripped you apart,
how did it feel?
- The Flow pulled me into a home I never knew I had.
I remember every moment of my time in the Hereafter
with a crystalline clarity only pure joy can carve.
Upon my return to the material plane,
I was heartbroken,
until I realized the universe had shown me my purpose.
- To save humanity
by convincing it to commit group suicide?
- The Flow is everlasting life. It is real.
I was blessed to experience it,
then returned to ensure as many as possible
have access to everlasting life
with what little time I have before the Earth burns.
I know I've wielded great cruelty
in service of this task.
Every murder, every deceit is a thorn in my crown,
digging into my skin.
But I do these things in service of humanity--
of hope, not profit,
not like Holcroft's Martian lie.
- What do you mean, lie?
- Allow me to show you the light.
- In all my time selling pretty lies,
I never thought I'd sell one
as grandiose as your Martian mirage.
Selling a fictional city on Mars
to half the human population?
- Even if your UnLock succeeds,
Holcroft won't save anyone who can't pay.
I ask you, please.
Work with my people on our Twilight initiative.
Help us defy extinction.