Annihilation

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What did you eat?

You had rations for two weeks.

You were inside for nearly four months.

I don't remember eating.

How long did you think you were inside?

Days.

Maybe weeks.

What happened to Josie Radek?

-I don't know.

Thorensen? Dead.

Ventress?

I don't know.

Then what do you know?

This is a cell.

Like all cells,

it is born from an existing cell.

And by extension,

all cells were ultimately born

from one cell.

A single organism alone on planet Earth,

perhaps alone in the universe.

About four billion years ago...

one became two, two became four.

Then eight, 16, 32.

The rhythm of the dividing pair...

which becomes the structure

of every microbe,

blade of grass, sea creature,

land creature...

and human.

The structure of everything that lives...

and everything that dies.

As students of medicine,

as the doctors of tomorrow,

this is where you come in.

The cell we're looking at is from a tumor.

Female patient, early 30s,

taken from the cervix.

Over the course of the next term,

we will be closely examining cancer cells

in vitro

and discussing autophagic activity.

Hey, Katie.

I read theJohn Sulston paper

last night.

I still feel like

I'm not working hard enough.

I'm behind the other students.

-They find everything easier.

You aren't, and they don't.

-Lena!

Dan.

I've been looking for you at lunch,

but you never seem to be around.

I've been catching up on some writing.

All work and no play, it sounds...

not healthy.

I wanted to ask,

Sarah and I have a few people over.

A garden party while the weather holds.

Actually, I do have plans.

I think it'll be fun.

Thanks, Dan, I really appreciate it,

but I'm going to paint our bedr--

The bedroom.

It's been a year, Lena.

You're allowed to come to a barbecue.

It is not a betrayal

or an insult to his memory.

I'm gonna paint the bedroom.

["Helplessly Hoping"

by Crosby, Stills & Nash playing]

Helplessly hoping

Her harlequin hovers nearby

Awaiting a word

Gasping at glimpses

Of gentle, true spirit

He runs, wishing he could fly

Only to trip

At the sound of goodbye

Wordlessly watching

He waits by the window and wonders

At the empty place inside

Heartlessly helping himself

To her bad dreams

He worries, did he hear a goodbye

Or even

Hello?

They are one person

They are two alone

They are three together

They are for each other

Stand by the stairway

- You'll see something certain

-Oh, God.

- To tell you

- Confusion has its cost

-Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

Oh!

Love isn't lying

- It's loose in a lady

- Who lingers

-Oh, my God. I thought you were gone.

Saying she is lost

-Forever.

- And choking

On hello

Kane?

They are one person

They are two alone

They are three together

No one knew anything about your unit.

I contacted everyone.

Everyone I could.

The other partners knew

just as little as me.

Was it covert?

Mm... Maybe.

What does that mean, "maybe"?

Okay, yeah, it was covert.

Yeah, I think so.

Pakistan again?

I-- I don't know where it was, or...

what it was.

How is that possible?

Was it warm?

Was there snow?

Did the people there speak Portuguese,

or Swahili, or Pashto?

How long have you been back?

I don't know.

How'd you get back?

What base did you fly into?

-I don't know.

You must be able to tell me something.

You vanished off the face of the earth

for 12 months.

I deserve a better explanation

than no explanation.

Does it matter?

Kane...

how did you get home?

Hmm?

I was outside.

Outside the house?

No.

No, I was outside the room.

The room with the bed.

The door was open, and...

I saw you.

I recognized you.

Your face.

I don't feel very well.

Stay with me, baby.

-I'm right here with you.

Male, 31, hemorrhage, in seizure.

Stay with me, baby. I love you.

Baby, look at me. Can you do something?!

You call for a police escort?

Hey, easy, easy!

Out of the truck, now!

What are you doing?

Out!

Don't shoot!

Out! Move!

Out, out, out!

What's going on?

What are you doing?

You can't move him!

Let him go! Let him go!

Let him go!

You must be feeling dreadful.

It's a hangover

from the sedative you were given.

Come on, sit down.

Who are you?

My name is Dr. Ventress.

I'm a psychologist.

Why am I talking to a psychologist?

Am I in a psychiatric hospital?

-No.

Then what?

Where am I?

Where's my husband?

You served in the military

for seven years.

I'm a professor from JohnsHopkins.

I want to know what the f***

I'm doing here.

Your research area is the genetically

programmed life cycle of a cell.

Where is my husband?

Yeah,

I'd like to talk about Sergeant Kane.

When did he arrive back home?

-I want to see a lawyer.

-You're not gonna be able to.

Did he explain how he got back?

-No.

-Did he contact you at any point

while he was away?

No.

What did he tell you

about his mission when he returned?

-Nothing.

Did he ever mention where he was going,

what he was doing?

He never said, I never asked.

But you made regular requests

for information from his unit CO.

Until six months ago,

and then you stopped.

Why was that

Time to move on?

It's not easy to move on.

I didn't.

I'm done answering questions.

It's your turn.

Your husband's here.

He's extremely ill.

Multiple organ failure.

Massive internal bleeding.

He must have been exposed

to some sort of radiation,

some kind of virus.

You have to tell me where he was,

what he was doing.

I could actually help him.

A religious event.

An extraterrestrial event.

A higher dimension.

We have many theories,

few facts.

It started around three years ago.

Blackwater National Park reported

that a lighthouse was surrounded

by something they termed "a shimmer."

One of the wardens went in to investigate.

Never returned.

The event was classified.

Since then, we've approached by land,

by sea,

sent in drones, animals,

and teams of people.

But nothing comes back.

And the boundary's getting bigger.

It's expanding.

So far, it's eating

into barely populated swampland,

which, you know, we evacuated

under the pretext of a chemical spill,

but... that won't last much longer.

In a few months, the area will have grown

to where we are right now.

And then we're talking cities...

states... and so on.

You said nothing comes back.

But something has.

Yes.

He's dying.

Yes.

We need to come to an agreement

about what to do with you.

You're not going to let me go home?

Is that what you want

No.

I want to be with him.

You're not talking to me.

Sorry.

Zoned out.

Thinking about the next mission?

No.

I was just looking at the moon.

It's always so weird seeing it like that

in the daylight.

Like God made a mistake.

-Left the hall lights on.

God doesn't make mistakes. That's...

somewhat key

to the whole "being a god" thing.

Pretty sure he does.

You know he's listening right now,

don't you?

You take a cell,

circumvent the Hayflick limit,

you can prevent senescence.

I was about to make the exact same point.

It means the cell doesn't grow old,

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