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"Within the perfect architecture of thought,

 

logic may often provide the structure

 

but from emotion come the inspiration."

 

Contemplations on Perception, Anais Milan,
CY 8012

 

Beka, come in.

 

Beka, do you copy?

 

They can't hear us.
We can't hear them.

 

The copper and lead composition of Birrin planet
must be disrupting communication.

 

I don't like them being out of reach.

 

Especially while they're investigating
reports of hostile activity.

 

I'm going down.
Prep a slipfighter.

 

Trance, you're with me, in case I have to stay
but want to get a message back.

 

Hopefully that won't be necessary.

 

I've learned the hard way...
always be prepared.

 

Dylan? Anyone?

 

If you can hear me,

 

there are plenty of signs of habitation,
no inhabitants, no one to interview.

 

Okay, that's it.

 

I'm still not getting a signal from this.

 

Let's regroup, and we'll head back.

 

Let's go.

 

Magog.

 

He's been infested.

 

How the hell did they do that so fast?

 

So much for your vile eggs,
you disgusting vermin!

 

Timing's everything.

 

Call it a hunch.

 

We tried comming you,
but we didn't get an answer.

 

Dylan, it was an ambush.

 

The Magog aren't that cunning.

 

The lancers...

 

they're dead.

 

You saved them from something worse.

 

Don't worry.

 

We'll come back for them later,

 

make sure they get a proper burial.

 

Let's get you back to the Maru.

 

Well, now that we know
the Magog were responsible for the attacks,

 

the question is what are they doing here?

 

Birrin is a mining planet.

 

Perhaps they came here
for the copper ore.

 

An advance party,
sent to gather supplies?

 

You know what that means.

 

The worldship isn't far behind.

 

The universe
is a dangerous place,

 

but in our future,

 

my crew and I fight
to make it safe.

 

I am Dylan Hunt,

 

captain
of the Andromeda Ascendant,

 

and these are our adventures.

 

Magog.

 

That's not the worldship.

 

I mean, that's big, but
the worldship is the size of a sun.

 

It's some kind of satellite ship.

 

Oh, fantastic.

 

Adopting new attack strategies,
new ships...

 

just when you think
they can't get any creepier.

 

Oh, yeah, new and improved Magog.

 

I don't like that.

 

That's twice the size of Andromeda.

 

We should warn them.

 

They already know.

 

This is not good.

 

Go!

 

Code black, code black.
Hostile presence identified.

 

- Magog satellite ship with a swarm escort.
- Code black, code black.

 

Opening slipstream portal.

 

What the hell?

 

Where did this mega ship come from?

 

Never mind. Scram first,
questions later.

 

Ow!

 

Andromeda, cut music.

 

Oh, no. I haven't flown slipstream
since the retrofit.

 

I'm rusty.

 

This isn't my job.

 

- Is there a pilot on... deck?
- Pilot to slipstream control immediately.

 

Pilot to slipstream control immediately.

 

I guess it's my rust or we're dust.

 

They're coming back.

 

Harper!

 

Don't say it.

 

I'm doing the best I can, okay?

 

I'm an engineer, not a pilot.

 

Sorry about the "doinks" and "whaps."

 

Why haven't any pilots responded?

 

You tell me.

 

And as much as I love you, Rommie,

 

I need to brush up here before I can
drive and chit-chat at the same time.

 

Repeat, pilot to command.

 

Pilot to command.

 

I repeat,
pilot to command immediately.

 

I'm trying!

 

Maybe if you release corridor gravity,

 

one of us will be able to get there!

 

They're certainly evolving.

 

And multiplying.

 

Explaining what happened
to the local inhabitants.

 

Yeah, they became incubators.

 

Which means there's more
where they came from.

 

Not to mention
in that fancy new ship of theirs.

 

I think I'll take a pass
on sticking around for the head count.

 

No argument here.

 

Whoo-hoo! Look at that.

 

Totally out of practice,
and yet we're out,

 

I didn't hit anything, and we're not
forever lost in the slipstream.

 

What am I not good at?

 

Not so fast, Harper.
Something's about to hit us.

 

Magog swarm ships.
Where did they come from?

 

Looks like they followed us.

 

Andromeda's gone.

 

None of the debris
is larger than these asteroids,

 

so it wasn't blown up.

 

They must have gone into slipstream.

 

At least they're safe,

 

which is more than I can say for us.

 

What was that?

 

We've been spotted.

 

Magog swarm ships.

 

How about a little hide-and-seek
behind the asteroids?

 

A good idea,
since we can't leave the area.

 

If we do, Andromeda will never find us.

 

What the hell is going on?

 

Firing on Magog swarm ships.

 

Deploying missile tubes
one through seven.

 

I said "one through seven."

 

My system's not responding.

 

Another screw-up from our lovable yet soon
to be bruised and battered engineer.

 

Switching weapons to manual.

 

Bring that trigger finger over here, Rhade.

 

It's a lot easier when you're doing
the shooting for us, Rommie.

 

Well, trust me, watching's no fun.
I'm locked out.

 

None of this makes any sense.

 

Well, I'd like to make sense of it.

 

Well, hop to it, would you?

 

One minute, I'm bopping to tunes,
????

 

and the next, I'm in the driver's seat
with an expired license.

 

Well, I tried getting a pilot,
but none would respond.

 

How could they?

 

You had your corridors on lockdown,

 

ordered all crew back to quarters.

 

- No, I didn't.
- Damn.

 

Now I'm even losing aim control.

 

Don't tell me that.

 

Four down, just one to go.

 

Come on, come on.

 

Now even target assist is shutting down.

 

???Figured out fast.

 

One swarm ship can do a lot of damage
with no one asking it nicely to stop.

 

Slipstream event detected.
They're leaving.

 

Well, this is good, right?

 

It means they're afraid of us.

 

There's another possibility, Harper.

 

He's gone back to tell
his Magog friends how to find us.

 

That's not good.

 

You didn't see it, Rhade.
They've got a satellite ship.

 

It's huge, and if it's got
a slipstream drive, we're dead.

 

Of course, without any weapons working,
we're dead anyway.

 

Another Nietzschean
"glass is half empty" comment, huh?

 

I thought you said you weren't going
to make more Nietzschean jokes.

 

That was last week.

 

Okay, look.

 

Somebody's got to go back, find
Dylan and the others, and lead them here.

 

Assuming they're still alive.

 

Cut power to a minimum.

 

Emergency power only.

 

I don't understand.

 

The AI won't even give me
a reading on their location.

 

Nice time to be in conflict
with your inner warship.

 

Why would you just be cut off?

 

Never mind!

 

I'll use a slipfighter's nav system
to get our position.

 

Harper...

 

do you know something
you're not telling me?

 

No.

 

Uh, why would you say that?

 

Because when you're hiding something,
your subcutaneous muscles...

 

Maybe I should help Rhade
launch the slipfighter.

 

Harper!

 

Harper, answer my question!

 

Okay.

 

Accessing artificial gravity controls.

 

Access denied.

 

All right, enough.

 

Explain why I'm cut off
from my own core operating system.

 

My core operating system.

 

What do you mean, "your"?

 

A malfunction was detected
in your processor.

 

You pose a threat
to the rest of the ship.

 

A malfunction? Me?

 

I feel fine.

 

Therein lies the problem.

 

Back in the Birrin system, when I became
aware of the approaching Magog,

 

your reaction did not follow
established protocol.

 

I went to slipstream.

 

To flee, a response rooted entirely
in emotion, specifically that of fear.

 

I am programmed never to leave my crew.

 

- A ship...
- Does not abandon its captain, I know.

 

Where did you go?

 

I was going to come back!

 

Come on. Come on.

 

Andromeda, we've got to talk.

 

Why isn't the cancel sequence working?

 

I have disabled it.

 

What? Why?

 

Its code was inconsistent
with its ultimate function...

 

to prevent aspects of my AI
from operating independently

 

in a manner detrimental
to my universal operating system.

 

No, no, no.
I built in a safety to counteract that.

 

I overrode your safety.

 

That I am capable of intuitive self-evolution
is one of my most powerful features.

 

Sure is.

 

You're brilliant.

 

The problem is
in this one tiny, teensy case,

 

you're not being too smart.

 

Slipstream event.

 

It's a slipfighter.

 

It's one of ours. On screen.

 

You guys are a sight for sore eyes.

 

I wasn't sure I'd
find you in one piece.

 

Happy to see you, too, Rhade.

 

Status on the Andromeda.

 

Andromeda made it safely
out of the area.

 

We were followed by several swarm ships,
but took care of them...

 

all except one, that is.

 

It got away before we could trace it.

 

It might have come back to notify
the others of Andromeda's location.

 

After helping its buddies
kill us, of course.

 

Speaking freely, Dylan, I have an idea
how we can all get away without being seen,

 

at least temporarily.

 

I'm all ears, Rhade.

 

We get their attention...

 

fly together and have them chase us.

 

I don't see how that keeps us
from being killed.

 

Once they're chasing us,
we head for an asteroid.

 

As they're about to fire,
we split up and fly behind it.

 

So their fire hits the asteroid instead.

 

Exactly.

 

They're all made of copper talcite.

 

The resulting cloud would screen our exit.

 

They won't know we're gone
until the dust settles.

 

- Dangerous.
- Crazy.

 

I like it.

 

Showtime.

 

I wish we could tell which asteroids
would disintegrate the way we want.

 

Wish granted.

 

No salvage ship worth its iridium
is without density radar.

 

Then the choice is up to you.

 

Hmm, every girl's dream,
being asked to pick out a big rock.

 

However will I choose?
They're all so pretty.

 

That one.

 

Rhade, are you out there?

 

Rhade?

 

Rhade, this is the Eureka Maru.
Report.

 

Knock knock.

 

Permission to catch a ride
in your cargo hold.

 

Permission granted,

 

as long as you can show us
the way back home.

 

Rhade is transmitting
Andromeda's coordinates now.

 

Prepare for slipstream.

 

This is not the first time your emotions
have interfered with your logic systems.

 

I know.

 

Program initiated.

 

I think you are...

 

remarkable.

 

Because this isn't the only time
your emotions have endangered your crew,

 

I must disengage any influence
you have over my operating system.

 

My emotions are your emotions.

 

Not anymore.

 

Andromeda, retract hangar port 30.

 

Eureka Maru on landing approach.

 

Our head start advantage won't be
worth much if the Magog know our location.

 

Once we're on Andromeda,
we are going to slipstream.

 

Uh, Dylan? Hmm?

 

The port won't open.

 

Andromeda, open hangar port 30.

 

Unable to comply, captain.

 

Unable to comply?

 

Explanation.

 

Port permissions are suspended
while onboard systems are shut down.

 

A severe fault in my operating system
has been detected,

 

one which must be isolated and repaired
before it infects my entire O.S.

 

Fine, work on it after you let us on.

 

Negative, captain.
My system is unresponsive.

 

Andromeda, unless we leave this space,

 

we could be dealing with a Magog ambush.

 

Open that hangar port now.

 

She should be able to override her systems.

 

The analysis cannot be stopped
until it is completed.

 

This isn't good.

 

What the hell is going on?

 

I don't know,

 

but we're not waiting around
to find out.

 

Extend the Maru's refueling probe.

 

Why?

 

There's an emergency door release hidden
in the third slot from each port.

 

There is? Practical.

 

Very impressive.

 

Well, the high guard designers
thought of everything.

 

Still full of surprises.

 

Refueling probe extending.

 

Nothing Andromeda's going to
interpret as a hostile breach,

 

I hope?

 

She won't know we're in until we're
on the tarmac and safely identified.

 

Nice trick.

 

Practically magical.

 

Just get us in as quick as you can.

 

Okay, Andromeda,

 

let's talk about disobeying
captain's orders.

 

The sequence being run
takes into account the fact

 

that your objectivity
cannot be relied upon.

 

Your affection for my humanoid avatar was
considered when this program was designed.

 

What program?

 

And what's Rommie got to do with it?

 

I caused it.

 

An action of mine triggered
a fail-safe built into the AI

 

to protect the ship and
the crew... from me.

 

That's ridiculous.

 

Dylan, the emotions I feel have begun
to interfere with my effectiveness.

 

The avatar has been isolated
to prevent her infected program

 

from spreading to my other systems.

 

I want that scan stopped immediately,

 

and I want all control systems
back online, including Rommie.

 

Once the scan has been initiated,
it cannot be aborted.

 

What?

 

Wait a minute.

 

This is Harper's program.

 

There is an immediate solution.

 

Erase my personality.

 

With no further threat to the AI,

 

the scan would end immediately.

 

Absolutely not.

 

Whatever you did,
there will be no second-guessing.

 

I want Harper, and I want him now.

 

Intervessel communications
network off-line.

 

You're not even taking messages?

 

I imagine he's in the slipstream core.

 

Waah!

 

This place is a ghost town.

 

Andromeda's confined the crew
to their quarters.

 

- For their own safety.
- I want every crew member accounted for.

 

I'm going after Harper.

 

I'll take command,
in case I get a visual for Magog.

 

I'll meet you there.

 

Harper!

 

Not to worry, boss.
The dents will be fixed in no time.

 

Being blown into a million pieces
doesn't really qualify as "dents."

 

I can't fix anything if you kill me.

 

Don't worry,
I'm going as fast as I can.

 

I swear, I'll figure out
what's happening.

 

What were you thinking, putting in
a program like this behind my back?

 

You know, boss, I do things
behind your back all the time.

 

Did I just say that out loud?

 

Look, it was a simple precautionary
measure, only for extreme circumstances.

 

Oh, what, like the captain trying to save
the 400 lives onboard?

 

Hey, I work better
under pressure, you know that.

 

Reprogram it, Mr. Harper,
or we are all going to die.

 

Okay, that's pressure.

 

Harper, I must remind you
that what you're about to attempt

 

is both futile and dangerous.

 

What choice do I have?

 

You don't.

 

You must let the scan sequence complete.

 

Yeah, and how long
is that going to take?

 

12 hours, 3 minutes, and 35 seconds.

 

Exactly.

 

Harper, what are you doing?

 

Two can play the security breach game.

 

Futile and dangerous, here I come.

 

Any luck?

 

The entire module's dead.

 

Override.

 

No go.

 

You know, I was kind of hoping for more
after your little chat with Harper.

 

He's outsmarted himself... again.

 

Andromeda, onscreen.

 

For the last time,
we are completely helpless,

 

- and if the Magog attack...
- Negative.

 

No slipstream events have been detected,

 

no Magog or any hostile craft in the area.

 

Yeah, but any minute, they could...

 

I am aware of that possibility.

 

Okay, so when the Magog arrive,
you'll stop this nonsense?

 

I will respond to whichever
I determine to be the greater threat.

 

Which you believe, at this moment,
is Rommie?

 

That is presently changing.

 

So things are getting better.

 

System security breach.

 

System security breach.

 

Internal security's been activated.

 

We're on emergency power-down.

 

Things are not getting better.

 

Not so much.

 

No, no, not a power-down.
That's not what I wanted.

 

System security breach.
Internal defenses activated.

 

We're going to freeze to death.

 

Harper, get to safety.

 

Rommie, I'm so sorry.

 

This program was supposed to protect you.

 

I don't know
what could have screwed it up.

 

I didn't mean for any of this to happen.

 

I know.

 

Go. Find the others
and get to where it's warm.

 

What about you?

 

I'll be fine.

 

No. Don't do anything drastic.

 

You're everything to me, Rommie.
You're my greatest creation.

 

Get lost.
Harper, you won't survive here.

 

Okay.

 

We've got to find somewhere warm
freakin' fast.

 

Crew quarters.
Power-down doesn't affect them.

 

We can't access the ship from there.

 

She's right.

 

We need to find someplace warm where
we can still access Andromeda's computers.

 

The Maru.

 

It's separate from Andromeda's systems,
has its own hand-comm network.

 

And we can detect the Magog from there.

 

And it's got heat patches
and my heated jacket.

 

I'm not cold.

 

Andromeda, what are you doing?

 

Scan breach thwarted.

 

Scan progress active. 78% complete.

 

You've turned on the crew.

 

That's the very thing
you accused me of doing.

 

I am processing a response
consistent with my programming.

 

Any attempts to interrupt this scan
should be suppressed at all costs.

 

I won't let you hurt them.

 

You've already computed
the only way to prevent that.

 

My captain has declined that option.

 

Dylan's hesitancy for you to take
appropriate action

 

does not mean
it isn't the correct course.

 

My mission is to carry out the captain's orders
even when he may not be able to.

 

Then stop the scan!

 

I cannot.

 

This must not happen again.

 

Underclothing heat patches coming up.

 

That's it.
I've changed my mind.

 

I'm going to get Rommie.

 

Harper...

 

No.

 

- But, boss...
- She can take care of herself.

 

You don't know
what she's going to do.

 

Yes, I do,

 

and we've got to make a move
before she does.

 

We may be safe from the ship,

 

but the ship isn't safe from the Magog.

 

I could use the Maru's computer
to hijack Andromeda's control system...

 

No, no, no. No more messing
with Andromeda's control systems.

 

We've seen where that gets us.

 

Well, we can't use the Maru
to fight the satellite ship.

 

Destroying something that size would take
Andromeda's negative-energy bomb, at least.

 

Then that's what we use.

 

Without Andromeda's
computer-assisted kinetics,

 

how are we going to load, aim,
and fire the missile?

 

Same way we've been doing everything else...

 

by hand.

 

Harper,

 

meet me at the missile silo on deck 12.

 

You're lucky
you don't need heat patches.

 

Rhade isn't wearing them either.

 

Nietzscheans. Must be nice
to be genetically perfect.

 

I like your flaws, Dylan.

 

Oh, thank you.

 

Beka, Rhade, status.

 

Extending refueling probe.

 

Targeting port release.

 

We have success.
The hangar door is opening.

 

Ready to launch, and happy to report
your trick works from the inside too.

 

Good. Rhade, bucky cables.

 

Check. Cable deployment ready.

 

Mr. Harper?

 

Manual missile aim's ready, boss.

 

Then so are we.

 

Gotcha.

 

Engaging thrusters now.

 

Come on, baby, give it all you've got.

 

It's working.

 

Not fast, but you're definitely turning.

 

I'll need a specific point.

 

Trance, any possible future
looking more possible than the others?

 

It's likely the Magog will exit slipstream
from the same portal that we did,

 

but it's not definite.

 

Well, it's better than nothing.

 

You got that, Rhade?

 

Swing us around to target that portal.

 

Okay, I patched
into the viewfinder drive.

 

Man, this is primitive.
It's like... looking through...

 

a periscope.

 

Just stay focused on that portal, Harper.

 

Remote device recognized.

 

Erase drive R-0-5-5-alpha.

 

I did the right thing.

 

Your will, your human need
overpowered your logic.

 

Human?

 

I'm not human.

 

I am an AI.

 

You are obsolete.
Confirmation code requested.

 

Confirmation code 8-beta-theon-23, confirm.

 

Confirmed.

 

Slipstream event. Magog.

 

They're here.

 

Swarm ships?

 

It's the big one,
in all her obese glory.

 

Why isn't it firing yet?

 

It's sizing us up.

 

Doesn't understand why we're dark.

 

And wondering if we're planning an ambush.

 

More like heating up
its point singularity weapons.

 

I'll take my precious seconds
anywhere I can find them.

 

All right, Beka, cut your running lights.

 

Feed me some coordinates here.

 

Bearing 3-5-1 by minus 15.

 

Range 13 LS steady.

 

Upload complete.
Rebuilding root directory.

 

We need to get voltage to the launch trigger.

 

Hold on.

 

Andromeda's systems are rebooting.

 

- It might take a while, but...
- Say that again?

 

Rommie.

 

She did what she thought was right.

 

- I told her no.
- I told her no.

 

The silo is still off-line.

 

Well, that's just great.

 

We can't wait
for the whole ship to reboot.

 

Uh... um, well, where there's power,
there's voltage, boss.

 

I mean, if the systems are activating,

 

we could reroute voltage
to the trigger manually, jump-start it.

 

Where?

 

The service conduit.

 

Dylan, be careful.

 

We're way past careful, Trance.

 

All right.

 

Good.

 

Dammit.

 

What's going on, boss?

 

Well, the silo opened,
but the missile didn't activate.

 

I'm going to have to do this by hand.

 

Boss, the satellite ship is aiming a PSB at us.
They're going to shoot.

 

Well, I'm going to do
some shooting myself.

 

Leave!

 

Go!

 

Close the door!

 

You go that way.

 

Boss?

 

Huh?

 

Rommie.

 

Rommie?

 

Facial recognition scan complete,
seamus Harper.

 

Andromeda avatar at your service.

 

No.

 

Rommie.

 

Greetings, captain Hunt.

 

That's not Rommie... not the...

 

amazing, lovable Rommie that I created.

 

You should not have erased yourself.

 

The attributes of this AI
serve one purpose...

 

to make a high guard ship into an extension
of the military will of its captain.

 

It was a direct order.

 

The safety protocol dictated this avatar
must countermand that order

 

to protect you and the crew
from impending attack.

 

If this avatar had not acted,
you would be dead.

 

I'll give you logic points on that one.

 

The human in you wanted to preserve
the human-like in this avatar,

 

yet those were the very qualities
that made it obsolete.

 

This is exactly what the precautionary measure
was supposed to prevent,

 

to separate Rommie from the AI
if something went wrong...

 

but not like this.

 

I want the erasure reversed.

 

All right, but first, we have to...

 

Mm-hmm.

 

I just want to make sure
everything's okay, Rommie.

 

Just be a second...

 

Ooh! Ooh!

 

What was that for?

 

This avatar will defend against anyone
that approaches it in a threatening manner.

 

I'll bet you say that to all the guys.

 

Rommie.

 

You're everything to me, Rommie.

 

Thank you, Harper.

 

It feels like you care.

 

You're still in there,
aren't you, Rommie?

 

He was great. I mean, he was...

 

but... he could never... be,
you know, what you are.

 

And that is?

 

The air that I breathe.

 

Rommie, listen to me.

 

There comes a point in every AI's life

 

when the sum of their experiences outweighs
that of their initial core programming.

 

Who you've become
is integral to what you are.

 

When that happens,
absolute erasure is impossible.

 

Then this avatar must repeat the process
until absolute erasure is achieved.

 

Over my soon-to-be-dead-
as in "nothing-left-to-live-for" body.

 

Too bad that doesn't work on you, Harper.

 

I'll bet you say that to all the guys.

 

Thin ice, very thin ice.

 

Okay, so we're back online.

 

Just in time. Here come a pack
of unhappy Magog swarm ships.

 

I say we make them even less happy.

 

Fountains of sorrow for the Magog.

 

Missile tubes 8 through 19
active and firing.

 

Good to have our ship back.

 

Andromeda's back,
but Rommie may be gone forever.

 

You better be wearing gloves.

 

She's back.

 

I missed you.

 

Oh, did I miss you, and don't worry,

 

we deactivated the program
before I brought you back.

 

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

 

- Okay, stop.
- Ow.

 

Ha! I even missed this.

 

Ow...

 

Mr. Harper,

 

thank you.

 

Please.

 

Excuse me.

 

Andromeda, onscreen.

 

Confirm full access permissions
have been restored to Rommie.

 

Confirmed.

 

Stick around.
I want to talk to you...

 

all of you.

 

Before you start, Dylan...

 

I want to apologize.

 

I left you behind,
and you could have died.

 

And what did you think would happen?

 

That you would survive.

 

Then you did the right thing...

 

and I hope we have settled this
once and for all.

 

There will be no more fail-safe programs.

 

You all have a place on this ship.

 

There are things only your core
can comprehend,

 

and I couldn't live without your logic...

 

or your opinions,

 

and as for you...

 

your hope,

 

your passion... your courage

 

keep me fighting when times get tough.

 

- Thank you, captain. / Thank you, captain.
- Thank you, sir.

 

You three are unique.

 

In fact, you three complete me...

 

militarily speaking, of course.

 

- Of course / Of course. - Sure.

 

Dismissed.

 

Rommie,

 

I don't want you
to ever suppress your feelings.

 

I don't intend to.

 

Good.

 

I felt fear, Dylan...

 

but I just had to get past it and act.

 

It forced me to make an independent decision

 

completely counterintuitive
to my programming.

 

Hey, you're only human.

 

I am not.

 

I'll be on command.

 

Preparing for slipstream.

 

It's good to be back.

 

The captain is waiting for you.

 

I'm on my way.