They're lying to you.
Whatever they've told you.
If you don't free me, if you don't help me,
the whole world will die.
Everyone you care about will die.
You hear me?
What's your name?
Coward.
How many times do I need to tell you to…
are you stupid?
Give us the room.
Please.
…You?
I didn't have a choice.
We need immediate access to the Hoshi-12 communications system.
I was seconds from contact!
You stopped me --
We have fixed coordinates.
They're locked on.
We need access.
"Fixed coordinates"?
It's in geo-sync orbit.
It's being held.
By them.
It's the only contact.
The Hoshi-12 is the only communications channel we have up there.
What's left of the Hoshi-12.
I won't give them anything.
She's gone.
Please.
Don't do this to yourself.
The Hoshi mission is over.
This is something else now.
To you maybe.
This is bigger than us.
There may be nobody left to save.
Tell them I'm the only chance they have at making contact.
They know that--
And I'm only helping…
if I'm the one making contact.
I don't think you're in a position to negotiate.
I don't think you have any other choice.
Tell them.
She'll run the comms team.
Unless you want
to waste six hours tripping the security lockout protocols she's installed.
"Lockout protocols"?
Like you said. We need you.
Fujimoto-san,
I need to transmit from the terminal.
Can you please tell me what you are doing?
He demands to know.
I'm sending a command.
To open the shuttle comms channel.
Or…
do you prefer being locked out?
Hopefully,
we understand them better than we understand each other.
Shuttle comms are open.
They can hear us now.
All they ever do is fight.
I could help, if I knew what it was…
Training parallel neural nets using live input
to approximate the signal data format,
so we can encode any data format back.
…right.
Machine translation?
They've sent entire dictionaries.
And no change in signal.
No matter what we send.
No response from what's holding that shuttle.
Or the crew.
You told Hashimoto before you told me.
About you…
and…her.
Should I have told you?
Well…
You don't own any part of me.
No one does.
Not you.
Not my mother.
Not my father.
Not JASA.
Only her.
We all have someone…
we care about more than anyone else.
I have you.
I don't understand it.
That's because it's my language.
Maybe they'll speak it.
Los Angeles has gone dark.
Your job is only to keep signals open.
You've done that.
Let the linguists work.
They'll never figure out their language.
They don't have a language.
Not like ours.
We'll never understand them.
I thought the neural net could decode for us but,
the pattern changes.
Too complex.
Too intelligent.
Smarter than us.
Smarter than me.
So then…
what are you doing?
Transmitting.
Transmitting??
Files.
What files?
What files, Mitsuki?
What are you doing?
I had a dream we were in a band.
But we didn't play music.
There was a microphone, but
What is this?
My daughter.
We were the most famous band in the world.
There is the sun.
I feel so good.
Wake up!
Mitsuki!
See, kids are playing.
It's thousands of these.
Videos.
Pictures.
All of her.
What have you done??
Converted.
To their format.
Let them…
see us.
What??
Sending on all frequencies…
on the dish I commandeered.
Oh, look at those flowers with beautiful colors!
It's okay. Mitsuki.
It's okay.
Stop the transmission.
It's already been sent.
Are we all going to die?
Because she sent that?
Because,
no one down here could figure out how to break through…
…all this noise.
But,
we would have tried.
It's morning.
This is a park bench.
Look! Everyone is walking.
Kids are cute.
And this is a tree. See?
It's about to bloom, isn't it?
And the grass.
The sun is up in the sky.
It's fun to walk, isn't it?
Walk and talk.
See?
The sun is up high in the sky and shining brightly.
Look, look, this.
Wake up already!
I'll get pissed!
I'll come to you!