Raised by Wolves

So, what were they?

I don't know.

It all happened so fast.

I think they were animals or something.

You sure they weren't human?

Maybe it was survivors from the ark

trying to rescue us.

No.

I want to go back to the ark.

Maybe I can help you.

No! Get away!

It's okay.

There's no need to be upset.

And with the right amount of preparation,

one can defend against any threat.

That isn't necessarily true.

Sometimes it's better to just leave, you know?

Go somewhere safe. And we will.

In time, we'll start our journey to the tropical zone.

But we can't leave until Tempest has given birth.

Does anyone know the story of the Three Little Pigs?

We're only allowed to hear stories from the scriptures.

You no longer need to follow such rules.

Stories can be great fun,

and they can help simplify complicated con

They don't want to hear it, Mother.

It's not going to make them feel any better.

Nonsense, Campion.

You used to love this story.

I lied.

I never loved it.

Campion.

I always thought it was stupid.

That's enough!

You're being dishonest and disrespectful,

and you're setting a bad example for your new friends.

Now I will begin.

Once upon a time, there were three little pigs.

The first little pig was very lazy.

So he built a house out of straw.

The second little pig worked a little bit harder,

and he built a house out of sticks.

The third little pig worked very hard,

and he built a house out of stone.

One day, a big, bad wolf came along

and knocked on the first little pig's door.

"Little pig, little pig, let me in," he said.

"Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin,"

the little pig answered,

to which the wolf replied,

"Then I'll huff and I'll puff

and I'll blow your house in."

A new face.

Now a virtual body.

I gotta admit I'm starting to get a little confused.

Shit, how long do you think he's been there?

How long have we been here?

They did say that time would be a little weird.

Yep.

Yeah, they weren't lying.

We're his parents.

We should go talk to him or something.

We're not his parents.

Hey, Paul.

Hey.

Hey.

That's a nice drawing.

Yeah.

You've got some real talent.

I'm just a vessel.

Sol guides my hand.

Right.

Wait.

Why are you talking to me?

What?

You never talk to me.

And neither do you.

Well, that is because

Because we're in the sim, right?

Yes.

Yeah, they did say that people would seem

a little different in the sim.

Yeah, because we're in the sim.

Hey, you know what I heard?

I heard that there are places for kids

to play and stuff onboard.

Why don't you go see what you can find, huh?

Go on. Go have some fun.

It's okay. No, I can't do this.

I can't do it. Yes, you can.

I can't. I can't. I can't...be his mother.

I can't even be a mother.

What? Why?

You know why.

Okay, just...stay positive.

I'm gonna go talk to him.

There you go.

Now you're getting the hang of it.

Hey, buddy, get up.

Goose!

Why aren't you playing with the other kids?

-Duck... -I tried.

Duck...duck... They think I'm weird.

Duck... Well, you get that from your mother.

Come on. We'll play our own game, huh?

-Goose! -Come on.

Unless, of course, you think

we're not cool enough for you, eh?

Hey.

Let's go.

Duck...duck...

Duck!

Duck!

Goose! Ohh!

Go!

Excuse me, children.

Look out. Ooh, you can't touch me.

Come on! Get him. Get him. What's the matter?

You can't catch a goose?

Come on. Get him. Come on.

Ohh!

Help! I'm getting eaten by Wally the Weasel!

Help.

Captain.

Are you enjoying yourself?

Uh...excuse us.

Apologies.

You misunderstand me.

It pleases me to see a man of war

bringing joy back into his life.

Our new Eden will never know war.

We must master happiness now.

It's a new chapter.

Praise be to Sol.

-Praise be to Sol. -Praise be to Sol.

Praise be to Sol.

Marcus, wake up.

Hey, hey, hey.

It's It's okay. It's okay.

It's me.

Hey.

You alright? You just have a concussion.

Alright?

You okay?

Yeah.

Where's Paul?

Where is he?

He's gone.

We got to get him back.

The necromancer took him and some of the other kids

before the ark crashed.

We picked up their locator signals.

She's holding them captive.

You know they're lying to us, don't you?

There's nothing out there.

They just want to scare us so we don't run away.

They used to tell us that there were serpents in the pits.

Then I found out it was just to keep us

from playing near them.

You see?

That big, bad wolf she was talking about?

That's her.

These reinforcements are not for keeping things out.

They're for keeping us in.

Time for dinner.

Let's go. Let's go.

It's time for dinner, Campion.

Use the taut-line hitch I taught you.

I'm doing it my way.

I'm sorry if I hurt you.

It was accidental.

Nothing's accidental with you two,

and you don't feel sorry.

You don't feel anything.

You're not even my father.

You're just a generic service model.

Yes, Campion.

And that is why I didn't take Mother's eyes.

A generic service model cannot fully protect this family.

Only Mother can do that.

Nothing's out there.

You're just trying to keep us from running away.

I do not blame you for not taking us at our word,

given recent events.

I might be worried if you did,

but we just want to keep you safe,

want to see you grow old. You're just saying that

because it makes you seem more real.

But I am real, Campion.

Forget it.

Wait.

It's called a claw.

It's for catching...

and killing.

The threat is real, Campion.

You have fun lying around all day

while the rest of us were working?

Her body is working to nourish the fetus.

Yeah, Hunter.

Campion did most of the work anyway.