Alien Hunter Page #4

Commence heading two five zero.

Sir. Commencing heading two five zero.

- What do you think is inside it?

- Nothing, I hope.

The blade's cutting through a layer

much softer than the outside surface.

- What if he's right?

- Snap out of it, Kate.

You don't believe it any more than I do.

The only reason you're going along

with this insanity is because of him.

That's not true.

It's not rock. It looks like a carbon alloy.

What caused the surface corrosion?

Water exposure?

It appears more like a molten degeneration...

from exposure to extreme heat.

For God's sake, Alexie,

you don't know what the hell that thing is.

I'll tell you what.

I'm going down to the corn lab to work.

They don't give Nobel prizes for space junk.

Anything?

No, it just keeps returning to that.

- What exactly is it doing?

- Trying to speak.

It's a language.

You know, language isn't just used...

as a means to converse...

but also to define an environment

so one can survive in it.

Since time and space is a constant...

any intelligence within that environment

will define it the same.

- But with a different language?

- Yeah.

I mean, mathematics

is the basic expression of any language.

So you just have to find a way

to solve the equations.

That's what it's doing, with the help

of the cryptographic key from the signal.

- It's kind of like MindMaze.

- Like what?

It's a computer game...

where you have to figure out

the math puzzles.

Each time you do, you get a key

that unlocks the door to another world.

What?

Maybe each piece of the message

is its own key.

What do you mean?

MindMaze.

Maybe that's how the intervals

are interpreted.

It's a progression...

using the last piece as the new key.

See.

Now we use...

the new interval...

as the next key.

It's working.

- Wait a minute.

- What?

Oh, my God!

What do you think, Abell?

I think I'm getting there.

We've got to stop them.

- What could be in it?

- I don't know.

I'm cutting through a layer

that's much softer than the outside surface.

Take over for me.

I need to get another blade.

Here.

Jack!

- What's wrong?

- We got to stop them.

Don't open it!

What the hell?

Are you okay?

I've got the fire under control.

Somebody help the doc.

- Is anybody hurt?

- I'm okay.

- How about yourself?

- I'm all right.

Careful, Alexie.

- Anybody down there?

- I'm okay.

What about Jack?

I don't know. I can't see him.

The whole place is a wreck.

- Where are some flashlights?

- I'll show you.

Is anybody else hurt?

I've got a few scratches.

I'm okay, but I lost Carl.

I'm over here. I'm all right.

I'm fine. I'm okay.

Where's the kid?

Last time I saw him, he was on the stairs.

Pinter, you okay?

Let's get down there

and see what happened.

- Is everybody accounted for?

- I don't know.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

- Let me see your arm.

- No, it's okay.

It's Jack. He's dead.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

What is it?

I've never seen technology like this.

It seems organic.

I think there's something inside it.

What're you gonna do?

- I want to see what it is.

- No, wait.

Look at that.

What's it doing?

Oh, my God.

What the hell is that?

What's happening?

What the hell is going on down here?

We're going down in history.

Just like you said.

- You think it's dead?

- Looks dead to me.

I don't feel so well.

What the hell is going on?

Must be airborne.

The Russians are

in a deployment firing position.

Then we agree that the General

will begin execution of a fail-safe plan...

- Without prejudice?

- But we hold until we make contact.

Our submarine is equipped

with underwater launch missiles

with nuclear warheads.

They will be fired row by row.

- It's gotta be some sort of parasite.

- Viral?

I think the infection is protozoan.

You saw what happened.

It ate tissue from the inside out.

- There's no protozoa can do that.

- Not here, not on Earth.

I've been transmitting a mayday,

but I can't make contact through the storm.

We're all gonna die, aren't we?

- Chances are we've all been infected, right?

- Maybe not.

Maybe Nyla and the others somehow

had some physical contact with the parasite.

I didn't see anybody

touching each other or anything else.

- The only thing was that broom handle.

- Then he should've been infected.

- Maybe we're resistant.

- That's possible, isn't it?

- So is genetic flexibility.

- What the hell's she talking about?

Sometimes a disease

will slow down its infection rate...

so it doesn't kill

the thing it needs to live on.

You mean if we're all dead, it'll die, too?

Exactly.

That's just great!

How long will these

emergency batteries last?

Around 24 hours. They'd last longer

if we shut down parts of the station.

- What area uses the most energy?

- The field labs.

We're not shutting down the experiment.

I'd rather not myself, Julian.

Let's start with the living quarters

and the maintenance bay.

It's gone.

- What?

- The thing, it's gone.

So it is alive.

- Where is it?

- It must still be somewhere in the bay.

- What do we do?

- We find it.

No way. I'm not going looking for that thing.

The infectious chain might be contact.

Then go with Kate

and start shutting down the generators.

Shouldn't we take some sort of weapon?

Are there any firearms here?

The pilots have two 9 millimeters

in their gear. I checked them in.

It's part of our survival kit.

Let's get them.

The fallout radius of this campaign

can exceed our extraction numbers...

because of the other stations.

While we argue about the fine print,

we'll be on our way to a global annihilation.

Gentlemen, the weather satellite shows...

a small hole developing in the storm front

within the hour.

This may be our last opportunity.

- I'm getting the creeps.

- Don't worry, we'll be fine.

Tell that to Nyla and the others.

Why don't we split up?

This is just great. Kate, shine that flashlight.

Kate, where did you go?

- What?

- Jeez.

- You scared the hell out of me!

- I shut down the power grid.

Just don't sneak up on me like that, okay?

Let's go to the machine room

and check the generators.

Stay close.

What will we do with it when we find it?

The question is...

what will it do with us?

I think it's these three.

It's all right.

You see?

I'm not gonna hurt you.

My God! Julian!

Kill it!

Don't do this.

Stop!

I thought it was gonna kill you.

I don't think so.

It felt...

safe.

And then...

it felt like fear.

There it goes again.

Maybe finally

we can get the hell out of here.

With this weather,

nobody will be able to fly in.

We can't fly out either.

We shouldn't go till we know

about the pathogen.

- You don't decide anything for me.

- Calm down.

He's right, Michael.

No one leaves.

Rundell Peak, this is USS Crowley. Come in.

Rundell Peak, do you read? Over.

USS Crowley, this is Rundell Peak.

We read you.

Go ahead for Rundell Peak.

This is Dr. Bachman.

Yes, it's me. I'm here in Washington...

with the Secretary of Defense...

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