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Alright?

It's the only thing on my mind.

-Have you considered a greater sacrifice?

-You mean death?

-Yes.

The death of this body.

it is possible that death is

now a part of your life cycle.

Three years ago you

destroyed Norman Oleander.

His skeleton remains,

yet it seems

his consciousness somehow lives on

in a new, replicated body.

Though there is a distinct possibility

that you could return in

permanent creature form

as he does.

-You're gonna wake me up,

transform me back.

-I will try.

-You will try.

Why don't you try dying?

See if you feel like

yourself when you come back?

I'm not killing myself just so

I can fight it with a fresh coat of paint.

alright?

I'm doing just fine.

-I'm rarely wrong, Kye.

Kill yourself.

-Come to me.

Come on.

Come on. Come to me.

Come on...

Come on...

Come on...

REEF!!!!

You damn genius.

We should talk more often!

-This is interesting.

I have cross-referenced

the Arrowhead crew medical records

and the tissue sample

does indeed match

that of Norman Oleander.

Although these cells have been

reproduced from a single source

most likely his original body.

Perhaps this strange sound could

lead you to its location.

-It was the same sound

the night I killed Oleander?

You heard that before?

-Yes. I also heard it

when you slit your own throat.

It seems as if something on this moon

is responding to your deaths vocally.

As if it were a mother

mourning the loss of its young.

Its power to recreate you is

activated each time you die.

Why does your hand shake?

-It's fine.

-Your body has been regenerated.

All of your physical elements

have been erased.

But the shake in your hand is consistent.

I would like it if you told me why.

-I don't know. I'm not...

I'm not a biologist.

-I have knowledge!

You mentioned biologist.

May I suggest a related topic?

-No.

-I apologize, Kye .

Will I really get a chance

to speak about her?

I've been wanting to speak

to you about it.

But I cannot, without being prompted.

-Yes, REEF, what is it?

-Here is some suggested material.

Would you like to explore?

-Am I gonna like

what I see?

-I don't know.

-You recorded this?

-Hey, Hey!

-Kye ?

-I don't want to hear this.

-Please, Kye .

You did not transform

that night, Kye .

This was your first death.

Two deaths, two bodies.

-Holy sh*t!

-If I skip forward by a few

minutes, you will see that

Tarren Hollis is very much alive.

At least, she was at

this point in time.

Her elevated heartbeat

moved away and then simply vanished.

-She was alive?

-There is more we can

learn from this recording.

Oleander suggested that

we find the heart.

Perhaps if we find

and destroy the heart,

we can put an end to

his and your suffering.

-And you knew?

This whole time?

-I can only share

knowledge when prompted, Kye .

I'm sorry, but this is my design.

To put it simply,

-I didn't ask.

-You didn't ask.

-You...

son of a b*tch.

I didn't ask.

Of course...I didn't ask.

And you knew.

I figured you were getting

sick of staring at that wall.

-You did this?

-I fixed you.

-How?

-I used the levitator from

the old research probe.

Rewired it to your system.

You got direct control.

-This is very resourceful, Kye .

-Sometimes you have to

break something to make it better.

Sorry I switched you off.

Haven't been myself

in a long time.

-I know, Kye .

-Your heartbeat.

It disappeared.

Can you tell me where?

REEF?

-Yes?

The heartbeat disappeared

four kilometers west of here.

-Then that's where we're going.

What are you hoping to find?

-Answers?

-And Tarren Hollis?

-I don't really have

that kind of luck.

-How'd she get out?

-Perhaps she went

through the tunnels.

-Are you scanning there?

Is there a path through

to the other side?

-There are several tunnels.

One of them might lead through.

-Alright.

Start mapping.

Are you okay?

I'm picking up strong

electrical-magnetic interference.

It appears to be emanating

from deep caves.

-Can you handle it?

-This way.

-You smell that?

REEF?

Turn on something bright.

-Something bright?

-The brightest thing on

your display right now!

Turn the sound off!

REEF?

Take it!

Not going back!

-Goodbye, Norman Oleander.

-Is this it?

-Yes.

Something launched here.

She made it here.

And she launched it.

She took it.

-This is good news, Kye .

-She's alive!

She made it!

Don't move.

This is a pulse grenade.

This is what's causing your interference.

it's what always caused it.

-Why did you carry a

pulse grenade inside your foot?

-I never would have

made it anyway.

The escape pods.

They launched three years ago!

Why are they crashing?

-There is more to be discovered here.

-They were shot down!

-It is strange, isn't it?

-I saw these!

Frozen in the sky, every day!

How's this possible?

-I have knowledge!

Would you like to explore?

Our prison system is fundamentally flawed.

But tomorrow is always another day.

And that day is the day

of Carcere Tempus.

Our scientists believe they

wield the power of time dilation.

Effectively creating a

facility within which

time moves faster than

the outside world.

Imagine our rehabilitated prisoners

being put to use by providing

years worth of scientific

research within seconds.

One-hundred men go in.

And mere moments later, an

entire fleet of brand new ships

Imagine the manufacturing power.

Our arrowhead science vessels are

launching soon to scope out

the perfect location for Carcera Tempus.

Paving the way for a quieter tomorrow.

-I thought that was classified.

Isn't that against your rules?

-Sometimes you have to

break something to make it better.

-I was up there for a few minutes

wondering what to do,

after you crashed.

But then this came

from your wrist link.

I slowed it down.

-I'm not seeing from

the ground, Hatch.

Let me know how

you want to handle this.

-It's all you.

Years worth of recordings.

All hitting me within

a few minutes.

I guess all I can really say is

sorry I'm late.

-You shot him down.

All of him.

-You have no idea what

they're trying to do.

-No, I get it.

They're building a prison.

-Building it?

-They're not building it.

it took this recording to

make me realize what's going on.

Carcera Tempus.

Time dilation.

It's not something they built.

They found it.

And we're on it.

The gist of it is, kid

as if for the three years you've been

down here you're learning how to breathe.

It's only been twenty minutes for me.

And I am sorry about that.

That is not what I intended.

All I wanted was the Arrowhead data.

-You're gonna kill me for it.

-No.

I just always have a "plan B".

Research data, Kye.

Where'd you dump it?

-it's on the wrist link.

In the shuttle.

-Wrong answer.

You know what I

don't like about you?

You're stubborn.

Like your old man.

He had a soft side.

Which I could handle.

But at least he didn't lie to me.

-You killed them all.

-No.

Not all of them.

There was one more pod.

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