Raised by Wolves

I know who I am.

I know who I am.

Dad.

Are you

gonna be okay?

Yeah.

I got out of line. So Sol

had to punish me.

You know, I'm actually thankful

because it means he loves me.

Right?

Yeah.

You know, to Sol,

we're just like Mouse.

If he sees us

doing something naughty...

Don't. He's fragile.

You're pretty fragile, too,

aren't ya?

What? No, I'm not fragile.

Please look at me.

See, your mother

wants to coddle you.

And to tell you the truth, I do, too.

I want to spoil you rotten, but I can't.

Sol's not gonna take it easy on you,

so neither can I.

I got to teach you to be a survivor.

Campion.

Shut up.

Shut up, I say!

Campion.

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Dozen. Dozen who?

Dozen all this knocking bother you?

Knock, knock. Who's there? Egg.

Egg who?

Egg-stremely disappointed you don't recognize me.

Well,

at least he can cook.

I can have a look at him if you want.

You're handy with the service models?

Yeah. A little bit.

That's enough.

That's good.

I have no feeling in those mechanisms.

I cannot control their operation.

Diagnostics all look good.

There's a weird glitch in your tech.

Wait.

Is that code or something?

It is.

It's Morse code.

You are old.

So primitive.

S...

O...

L...

I... S...

T...

H... E...

L... I...

"Light."

"Sol is the light."

"Sol is the light."

For a minute there, I thought you were still in there, Pops.

Has the ark

landed yet?

In a manner of speaking... Yes.

My blood levels are dropping.

What are you doing?

I'm a doctor, not a bloodbag.

Today,

you are both.

You're an A-plus life technician, correct?

Yes.

Able to repair both humans and androids?

As well as plants, animals, and terrestrial insects.

As you can see, I've sustained some damage.

Over the past few hours, I've begun experiencing

a great deal of discomfort in my abdomen.

What do you advise?

Hmm...

your wounds are bleeding internally,

draining into your stomach.

You need to release the pressure.

You okay?

How much longer does he have to stay in the silo?

He'll be coming out soon.

I promise.

Alright. Come on.

Come on.

Is Dad gonna be okay?

I've never seen him like that before.

He'll be fine.

'Cause he's a tough survivor, right?

Yeah, something like that.

Do I have to be

a tough survivor?

You already are.

Do you like it here?

It's okay,

I guess.

Because...

there's more of the planet

that we haven't even seen yet.

Maybe we could check it out.

Like an adventure?

Yeah, like an adventure.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Could we bring Campion?

Don't see why not.

So, we don't have to treat him

like the way we treated atheists on Earth?

No, we don't.

Is Dad gonna come on the adventure?

Do you want him to?

Yeah.

But I'm sure he's got a lot of important stuff to do here.

Could we go without him?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, we could.

Let's not tell Dad, okay?

He's got a lot on his mind.

Just keep it between me and you.

Okay.

Okay.

Is the discomfort in your abdomen subsiding?

No.

There may be coagulation.

Reach your fingers in

and see if you can break up the blockage.

I'm Karl.

I've lost pairing with my brothers.

Do you know where they are?

Broken.

Ah.

Without them,

it will be difficult

to care for a thousand colonists.

I don't think they'll be requiring

much medical attention.

I'm feeling something that is not

in my anatomical build description.

What is it?

I don't know, Karl.

You're the doctor.

Can you

get a look at it?

Spherical.

3.4 inches in diameter.

Oh, probably a silicon tumor.

Pull it out with a counter-clockwise motion.

What is it? It moved.

That's unusual.

It's reacting to my touch.

Your senses

may be misfiring.

My caregiving program... It's overriding me.

That's odd.

Your survival is essential to your caregiving duties.

Are you sure? Yes.

Perhaps the tumor has corrupted your programming parameters.

Must be some new strain of silicon tumor

particular to this environment.

Have you been exposed to any foreign entities

during your time

on this planet?

No.

If I can't alleviate this discomfort,

I have no hope of being able to rescue my children.

The only way to alleviate discomfort

is to feed the tumor fuel-blood.

Then it will cease to feed on you.

This will temporarily help you regain your strength,

but it will also accelerate the tumor's growth.

Hmm, and your inevitable breakdown.

I have no choice.

So, more fuel blood?

Yes.

But don't look at me.

You'll need to find more donors.

Campion. Got some fungus for you.

Pull it up.

Thanks.

Paul.

We wear the armor

of Mithras and the light.

We are shielded from all that is harmful.

Sol,

give us the strength

to make the tough decisions we must face.

Guide us with your wisdom.

Bless us with your light.

Praise Sol.

Praise Sol.

Sol never said

that it would be easy

colonizing this world, did he?