Constance?
Constance do you read me?
Constance are you reading me?
Constance.
Your location.
Constance this is...
Can you read me?
Constance?
I'm locked in to your location.
Constance.
Constance. Read me.
Constance.
Don't move.
I'm locked on to your location.
I'm reading you.
Vital signs are...
target...
bravo...
target...
Constance...
I think your suit may have...
Activated your life-saving module pre-maturely.
Argh.
Okay.
I got you.
Where are the others?
They're about...
Southeast of this position.
We must stay above this planet's sea level.
All the plates beneath us...
Are shifting.
Hey.
You okay?
Have you heard from Zan?
Got caught in the storm.
She may be further north than we anticipated.
She's off course.
And we don't know...
About the terrain of demo.
We're running out of time.
I say we...
Stay along the coast...
Head towards the mountains.
Oxygen warning.
Oxygen levels are at dangerous parameters.
The air pressure is dropping rapidly.
You picking that up?
If we remain out here...
Our suits will be compromised.
I think we should head back.
Hit this place in the morning.
The spire...
Created life.
Everything in the known universe.
No.
Our mission is to stay alive long enough
then to recover the spire.
Everything we lost... Due to terminus.
Our oceans,
our natural resources,
can all be made new again.
Our cerebral links seem to be functioning now.
Reed.
Why did you phase?
We were pinned down.
Like I said...
We were pinned down.
You know what she's like.
She couldn't cut it with what's happening here.
You wanna keep arguing about what happened on earth?
Or should we concentrate on what's happening now?
I've never seen formations like this.
I don't like the look of that.
The atmosphere is changing from nitrogen to oxygen.
It's adapting.
How is that possible?
Adapting to what?
To us.
This is no storm.
This planet is on the defensive.
It's sinking into itself.
We have to move.
Now.
Reed!
Wait!
It is my hope that we can truly get on one accord
with this mission,
or we are destined to fail before it begins.
Demo, a subgalatic anomaly,
a paradox in motion, if you will.
The order has known of its existence for quite some time.
The order took me from my home,
stripped me of my childhood.
Are these the memories that you are recalling?
Terminus...
A catastrophic autoimmune virus
that latches onto its hosts.
When the order discovered
that a select few were immune to terminus' effects,
we began cultivating
a unique system of raising them free from society.
One showed the ability
to not only resist terminus' effects,
but to manipulate the very dark matter
flowing through her veins.
It is of our belief
that mankind's survival hinges upon
your very essence to resist terminus.
Yes, I have a personal stake in this mission.
How long?
The spire...
Do you remember anything?
It goes without saying that not only
do you hold the fate of my life in your hands,
but the survival of all mankind is at stake.
Even that of your fellow eternals.
Eternals?
The order's name for those who survive the training.
The immune.
I think I do remember.
What?
What is it?
Death.
Searing bones rapturing.
Screams, echoing throughout.
Silence.
No lives.
Bones on top of bones,
drenched in their own blood.
The spire has data predating the creation of earth,
and to obtain it would lead us to a cure for terminus.
Demo is comprised of pure dark matter,
and seeing that you and the eternals
are the only ones able to get in its contents
I feel you have been misled.
Let's believe that this mission is a matter of options.
But let me reassure you that the moment
you are no longer a valuable part of this mission,
there will be no hesitation from the order
to subject you to pain
so far beyond the reaches of your comprehension
that you will be begging for cryosleep.
Do we understand each other?
I'd get that looked at.
Leave me.
Zan Desai.
Zan Desai of the eternals.
Zan Desai...
Your pain receptors
are peaking at the 40% terminally injured.
Zan Desai, would you like pain reducing stimulus administered?
I need you to stop using my full name.
If you wish.
And the others?
The others?
What's the status of the last known coordinates?
Last known reading of dark matter
is 20 miles due north of your current position.
The four eternals are still alive.
Your mission to find this planet's spire
is still active.
Four?
Seagon,
Tilly,
Constance,
and Reed are all that remain.
Kiva, phase me to the nearest eternal.
Your cerebral connections have been severed.
Phasing is no longer an option you possess on this side.
It's just me then.
Good.
Zan.
Without phasing with an eternal on earth,
you can no longer return home.
I'm gonna kill him.
I'm gonna kill...
Tilly, hey.
Did he phase? Asshole.
- You okay? - Yeah.
No, it's Ok.
Hey,
look at me.
Hey.
Tilly.
You're safe.
Calm down, tell me what happened.
We were above ground going through sector 7,
approaching a large hoard of the infected.
Okay, all right, and then what happened?
Well, then...
Then Reed suggested we go toward the spire's location.
The spire? Did you find the spire?
I don't know. I...
You don't know if you found the spire?
I don't know.
Shit, Tilly.
Alright,
so you were looking for the spire and then what next?
We didn't expect for there to be so many of the infected
from down below.
The air pressure's way too dense.
Yeah.
Okay.
That-that can only mean one thing.
They're evolving.
Okay, Tilly,
I'm gonna ask you a question,
and it's very important that you understand
the meaning of this.
Alright, listen, if you have the map
alright, then we... it should tell us something.
What is our next move?
Have we made contact with Zan on demo?
No.
We've not made communication with Zan.
Or the Alpha team.
Because we fear they may be disbanded.
So what does that mean for us?
Before the order went dark they spoke of a spire.
I suggest that we find it and we prepare.
And we need to prepare.
- Prepare? - Yes.
How do you expect us to prepare for something like that?
I expect us to prepare the way you were trained.
You understand that they sent a species
to demo to terraform it,
and it's just biting the hand that feeds it.
The most important thing right now
is for you to let us know what our next move is.
We only have a limited amount of time.
And while you're standing here
focused on what's going on on demo,
earth is dying.
Now do you remember anything?
According to the map there's a telepanel up ahead.
Okay.
I can take the lead, there might be more of the infected here.
Your judgment right now is not sound.
You have forgotten your training.
You're emotional, you are connected.
And your way of thinking is gonna get us either caught,
captured, or killed.
And make no mistake about it, Tilly,
if you jeopardize this mission to find the spire,
to do what the order put us here to do,
I will kill you myself.
Of course.
Push forward.
Now.
What is the meaning of this?
The meaning of everything,
explained by the fragment of a live comet.
Fascinating.
I have full autonomy over the eternal initiative.
This is a mistake.
Billions, and billions of years of data
transported from millennium to millennium
by nature's own fiery vessel.
To think of all the philosophers, scientists,
and zealots on this planet
and not one of them thought to ask
the quintessential question.
Not "are we alone?"
It is:
"How would we communicate
with beings from lightyears away?"
To create gods out of ideals based on our own basic
understanding of the time continuum,
to now know
that god is not an "it",
but a "now".
Evolution is a funny thing, viceroy.
The discovery of dark matter
wedged between the crevices of a comet,
the essence of all living things.
The order believed many moons ago
that the spire was responsible
for creating life on our planet.
A device of unknown origins,
capable of generating enough dark matter
to completely remap the cosmos as we knew it.
But this theory was untested and the first true sign
came in the form of a little girl.
Now we don't know why the spire on earth
was responsive to her.
But it allowed her to see a map
to a planet
that had long been forgotten.
Demo.
With our elementary understanding of life and its creation,
the order sent a docile creature to demo,
long before the spire spoke to Zan.
The idea was that if a simple creature would survive
the worst of an unknown planet,
then surely mankind would be given a greater chance.
The order's first dealing with mankind's survival,
a second home.
But evolution is a funny thing, viceroy.
With time, I believe that the eternals
will be able to lead us to the spire on demo,
and to activate it in conjunction
with the spire on earth
and help us to eliminate terminus.
And seeing as how they are immune
to the virus' effects,
they will work on the teams.
Phasing from unit to unit
and running the necessary calculations
to run both alien devices.
Viceroy, the order grow weary of the expediency
or lack thereof, of your results.
We will have what lies in her mind.
We will have the secrets that are buried deep within her.
Zan has begun remembering.
And if we push any further
than we already have,
we could lose out on the ability
of activating the spire on demo.
And if we wait longer the spire on earth
will no longer be a viable option for survival.
Earth will no longer be worth saving.
So you send them to die?
So be it.
When I was a little girl,
my mother told me about the... the time
when the lands were as green as emeralds,
and the oceans...
Were as blue as the sky.
She was a great woman.
You remind me of her.
The readings of dark matter are off the charts.
You're wasting your time.
You can't phase with this much radial interference.
Think she found the spire?
It's not gonna matter!
We're not got lives long enough to find her on earth.
Or what's left of it.
2,000 years of research, articles,
and theories,
and this may very well be
more important than any of it.
And she's the key, Reed.
We're the last of the eternals.
Everything, mission, this planet,
everything based on her one moment
with an alien machine.
And now we can't phase.
We can't sync with her.
She could be dead for all we know.
We're not far behind.
So until you can assure me that
we're not just aimlessly wandering a planet
that's trying to kill us at every turn,
I'm gonna be relying on my own instincts from here on out.
This is our final mission.
Zan will find the spire, and turn it on.
She will ignite the one on earth.
All we have to do is follow the plan.
Until then,
we phase only when a member of delta team needs us,
and not before.
Come on.
Sector 5.
It's where they found me.
People destroying,
ravishing each other in an uncontrollable rage.
The virus released completely undetected.
Re-populating in an instant.
Thousands of lives lost.
Sector 5.
That was the first infected city.
Yeah.
So forgive me if I'm a little less
than optimistic about our chances.
Look around you.
Everything's changed.
We've changed.
We are the only ones capable of completing the mission.
We are the only ones left.
What do your readings tell us about the atmosphere?
The conditions here...
Would fit perfectly within our biometrics.
The density in the air molecules
is being manipulated and is constantly evolving.
Our counter measures should keep us safe.
But, all in all...
This place was meant to sustain life for thousands of years.
If it's adapting to us now,
how was it adapted to before?
Why was everyone in such a rush to leave?
We have to keep going to find a signal.
Tilly or Seagon might be trying to communicate with us.
That can't be right.
Careful!
That specimen contains enough of the terminus virus
to infect everyone aboard this ship.
Should've left you people where we found you.
You've almost jeopardized this entire operation, Constance.
If we don't approve phase 3,
how can we fully understand our next steps?
I will tell you what our next steps are,
and that starts with you understanding
that I am the chief medical engineer.
It really plays to have your recommendation
at the board to observe.
It is not attacking the immune system of the host.
Why would a virus want to preserve the cells of a host?
You saw it yourself.
We don't know what we saw.
But if you're as bright as they say you are,
you'll say the same when you're brought before the council.
Think about it.
Keeping the hosts alive?
Terminus' behavioral patterns are-
are anything but consistent with
with what we know those of a virus to be.
And the readings of the specimen.
What are you suggesting?
Human trials.
We start with someone no one would think to look for.
Low level.
Phase 3.
We have to see the effects of terminus from beginning to end.
No.
But this... the sample, there's no other way.
No, I said no!
Now go.
File the report.
Consider this your reassignment.
I will alert the viceroy.
You will no longer to be a part of my service.
E effective immediately.
I think it's best that we not speak of what's transpired here.
For both our sakes.
What? What are you doing?
Let me out!
What?!
What are you...
What are you doing?!
Let me out!
What are you doing?
Constance?
Oh...
My god.
What are you- what are you doing?
Let me out.
Constance.
Afraid I can't do that.
Constance, let me out.
You're infected now.
Subjects maintain no cognitive response.
Terminus has evolved.
Life probability:
Ten percent.
I recommend...
Phase 4.
This is strange.
The atmosphere is different.
All the elements needed for incubation is present.
Detecting large quantities of dark matter nearby.
Now is a good time to remind you
that your suit capacity is at 5%.
Is there power?
No.
Actuals are unresponsive.
How is that possible?
There isn't any power to the hardline.
And without it,
without it we won't be able to get a signal.
We have to get above ground.
I'll go.
You stay here in case something changes.
Have you ever seen anything like this before?
That doesn't make any sense.
Well, if you were afraid of storms changing over,
or the surface loss of life-sustaining elements
where would you go?
If you were life on this planet?
To live?
To survive.
Ah!
Only one of us has to live.
Zan,
artificial a.I.
I am rerouting my energy source
into your suit's modular
good luck, Zan Desai.
Of the eternals.
This is where you are made.
This is where you begin.
Zan.
My big girl.
Are you... are you sick?
I want you to do something for me.
When I was a little girl,
my mother told me about the... the time
when the lands were as green as emeralds,
and the oceans...
Were as blue as the sky.
Before the terminus tumbled the last man city,
my mother gave up her ration
so she can always have a piece of this ring.
And always have a home for me.
And now...
I want you to keep it safe.
And hold on to it for me.
Can you do that?
Yes.
I will.
I want you to take care of yourself.
I am always with you,
wherever you are.
But, mommy.
Please don't go.
A land...
As green as emeralds.
The ocean...
As blue as the sky.
A land...
As green as emeralds.
The ocean...
As blue as the sky.
It's time.