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That couldn't have been explained

by data or the ship's log.

This evidence needed to be removed.

There is no black and white,

only abstractions.

Only the randomness of uncertainty

and the pain of choice.

All that was left for me was how

to tell the story in my own terms.

We completed the mission.

The compound was contained and we were

24 hours from the return flight.

Liquor was flowing.

-He's choking.

- The compound we got

from Titan, the wonderful

compound that's supposed

to fix the atmosphere,

one microscopic bit on

someone's glove got

through quarantine and

into the water supply.

One spore made all our water lethal.

What do you expect a batch of this could

do to the water supply on Earth'?

- Was Glen Crest told what

the compound could do?

-That's the best part.

At this point, all of us thought

we were dead. No water -no life.

We contact earth base, basically

let them know that we're

f***ed, and that the compound is

not what they thought it was.

But surprise, surprise, he

tells us that in storage on

the ship we happen to have

a water filtration system

designed to eliminate the compound.

Proprietary and patent protected

by Glen Crest, of course.

Two sides emerged.

I remained silent. Those who tried to stop

the compound from returning to Earth -

were slaughtered by those

who couldn't unleash

themselves from the masters

of their paycheck.

We hate the villain, but

still respect them.

There's no respect for cowards.

- Yet you were the only one to survive.

How? -Have you looked at our profiles -

did you expect I'd be the only survivor?

No, In fact, I did not.

That's how I survived.

Killing was easy. They were

completely unsuspecting.

The compound isn't a cure.

They already had the cure.

What they needed was the disease.

These were the same jackasses who designed

all you awesome, perfect GC humans.

-Incoming transmission.

- This will probably be the last time

you hear from me.

By now you may be

experiencing.. feelings,

emotions things you have

never known before.

Fear, anxiety, anger...

forgetfulness.

Things you were never supposed to have.

Glen Crest put a proprietary code...

At the DNA of every GC human.

A fingerprint.

It was supposed to be

inert, a tracking code.

But it is mutating.

And it is causing irreversible

neurological problems.

GCs have never known emotions so

they don't know how to control them.

And so the downfall is fast.

The earth is burning.

Regular humans are being

hunted down and harvested

for their blood

to keep GCs temporarily stable.

Before long...

you will all be irreversibly

losing your minds. I'm sorry.

I'm very sorry.

-We have the symptoms.

Linden - volatile,

Chris - sexual urges.

I keep losing my train of

thought and this one...

a blithering wreck.

O'Neill's blood type is O negative

making him compatible to all of us.

We must replace some

of our blood with his, before stasis.

- and hope by the time we get back

they found a permanent cure.

- How much blood?

- Two pints for each of us.

- That will kill him!

- It will be painless.

- No decision can be made on that

until Linden and Zimmer return.

- The more time that passes,

the more like preemies we become.

Increasing the odds

that we succumb to the

same illogic that destroyed

the previous crew!

-How long until they get back?

- Assuming all goes well -16 hours.

- O'Neill is a murderer.

- Faulty DNA or not, I am

still the first officer.

We wait!

-Whatever you say.

- Put it down.

- We'll continue to degenerate.

The longer you wait, the worse

it's gonna be for all of us.

- Meditate, run on a treadmill,

masturbate, I don't give a sh*t.

Just keep it together.

-You're out of your mind.

Are you just going to

stand there for 16 hours?

-If I have to.

- Break it up! Break it up!

- You want to die here?

- Turn around, motherf***er! Come on!

- Break it up!

- The cargo is secure.

- We have bigger problems now.

- This condition is making it difficult

for some of us to clearly think.

We may all be susceptible to fail errors

like the one Zimmer has been making.

-That's why we need O'Neill's blood.

Nordham said that regular

humans were being harvested.

Which indicates that GC

humans still function, it's

just our emotional dispositions

that have changed.

- What f***ing difference

does it make? Clearly

we are unable to perform

at the same level.

- What if the compound is lethal

like O'Neill is saying?

How are we supposed to believe

anything Glen Crest is

telling us?

- We will complete this mission, Zimmer.

There's no option.

No possible recourse but success.

-Define success.

- I know you think I'm a monster,

but I have no hidden agenda.

I assure you all that my one and only goal

is the safety and well-being of this team.

Anderson, reiterate the specific

protocol for this situation.

- "When it comes to a decision that may

result in the death of another human," -

- "the majority must be in

favor of that decision.."

All of those in favor of

extracting O'Neill's blood?

Those against?

- Zimmer's judgment's

been clouded by a vagina.

Better than clouded by sadism.

Either O'Neill dies or

we go insane and we die.

It's one versus five. It's math.

- You're

not allowed to abstain, Duncan.

What is your vote?

- Do it.

- Finally!

- Duncan, go with Orson, in

case O'Neill causes trouble.

I'll stay here and ensure

there's no interference.

- Am I going to die?

- Yes.

- At least please tell me why.

- Does it matter?

- There was a code put

into our DNA that's mutating.

Your blood is the best

chance we have for survival.

So you're just

human, after all.

Creating us was the one

thing your kind did right.

And even that was tainted by greed.

-I'll take it from here.

- Don't trust him like

that. I don't trust Orson.

Even if he's psychologically

deranged, that would be suicidal.

I know what I saw.

- Draw your own conclusions.

- What did you see?

- She thinks Orson's going to kill us all.

- Orson had put it on a tablet.

I saw it in the medical room

when he did my examination.

-What?

- It said:
"Hence when we are able

to attack we must seem unable."

"When using our forces

we must seem inactive."

"When we are near, we must make the

enemy believe we are far away."

"And when we are far away we must

make him believe that we are near."

A quote from Sun Tzu "The Art of War".

What you saw was a translation

of something that O'Neill said... to Lulu.

-He... It wasn't him who killed crew.

It was her!

F***, let's go.

With the combat shift,

she's every bit our equal.

- It's not possible to alter

the aggression inhibitor

on AH-320's without

disabling the entire unit.

- Clearly, it is possible, idiot.

- We don't have time to argue.

- Turn rifles to maximum. It's the only way we'll have

any effect against Lulu's surge protector.

You two guard the hallway.

She'll be carrying O'Neill

which we can use to our

advantage. How long will

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