Alien: Earth

Fuck me.

Hey.

Who does surgery on a crashing ship?

I don't think they died in the crash.

Look at their faces.

Looks like suffocation.

Or cabin depressurized maybe.

Suddenly, they're breathing space.

No, see the blue lips?

Some kind of toxin.

Whoa.

He had some kind of foreign bodies lining his GI tract.

There's an incident code.

"1562."

Looks like they're gone now.

Okay, come on.

We're search and rescue.

Let forensics Agatha Christie this shit.

Search and rescue.

Rashidi?

1562, foreign bodies.

Yeah, you said that.

It's bad.

Bad how?

Wait, what do you mean "foreign"?

Alien.

This day just gets better and better.

Up or down?

She said to go down. So we're going down.

Let's move.

Hey.

Well, I really like Wendy

because I know that she's like a big sister to me.

Like one I never had.

And I know that everyone is really kind

and I love all the children.

I'm really looking forward

to not being sick anymore.

It's really bad.

I really hate it.

I can't wait to be so smart, so intelligent.

I can solve any problem.

- - I'm...

excited, I'm...

scared, but it's...

I think it'll be worth it.

Such potential.

People say that, about children. Hmm?

What they could be.

You're talking about achievement.

But it's about becoming.

Teaching them to be their best selves.

Uh-huh.

The fear with artificial intelligence is that,

you know, we will build a brilliant machine

that will build an even smarter machine.

So on.

Until... so long, us.

What we're doing here-- you and me--

is exploding human potential.

Then we'll see what they build

before the machines ruin everything.

It's an intelligence race.

But if they don't stay human...

then what do we win?

I'm serious. We did something nobody thought was possible.

We ended death.

Hmm.

Now we have to make their quality of life better.

Otherwise, all we've done is

make consumers immortal.

It's not about money.

People always think it's about money

with trillionaires.

Or ego.

But you know, y-you know what I really want?

I want to talk to somebody smarter than me.

- Thanks. - Yeah, I mean, you're smart.

You're just not smarter.

And Kirsh?

Kirsh is information smart.

Data cross-references with the musings

of every great philosopher, but that's not wisdom.

For once in my life, I want to climb

to the top of the mountain

and debate with someone who blows my mind.

And you think that's the children.

Maybe.

At the very least, my hope is that by giving Wendy

a supercomputer for a brain and training

by the best geniuses money can buy,

I'll finally be able to have

an interesting fucking conversation.

Did a ship really crash?

Are there gonna be dead bodies?

Don't...

Don't think about that.

What are you thinking about?

It's a secret.

Okay?

I have a brother and he works in the city.

He's a-a medic, like a doctor.

And he's really good at it, too.

And he's down there right now saving lives,

but what if...

He's not like us, Slightly.

He's not premium.

He can break and bleed and-and burn.

And I made him stay.

So I'm gonna find him.

My dad got a cold and died in Mumbai.

And we burned him on this pyre, which is very holy.

But every night after, I worry, what if he's not dead?

And...

they burned him anyway.

Ready yourselves.

Gear up.

Don't worry. We'll find him.

Find who?

Her brother. He's a doctor down there.

Secret!

We're gonna have to jump.

Fuck that.

Si. Come on.

Watch this.

- Ah! - Siberian!

- Don't you fucking drop me. - I got you!

Hermit.

Yo, haul ass!

All right. Okay.

- - Oh, shit.

Okay. This is Hermit, come in.

This is Prodigy Medic Hermit. Come in.

Requesting backup.

I'm on the-the south elevator heading up.

There's a... a-a creature, she's loose,

approximately eight feet tall, armored.

Okay. Does anyone read me?

Fuck. Fuck.

Okay.

Now serving number 21801.

Prodigy Medic Hermit.

Please state the reason for your visit today.

Yeah, I'm following up on forms I submitted

on resigning.

Please stand by, Prodigy Medic Hermit.

The unit is reviewing your request.

According to your file,

you have seven months remaining

- on your contract. - Right.

I'm asking

special dispensation on account of...

Because I made a promise to my father

that I'd go back to medical school.

Father, Frank J. Hermit.

Died January 16 of last year.

Yeah, he was the last surviving...

It's a long story.

Isn't there a person I could talk to?

A human?

Look, I've been wounded twice and--

She's watching him every day now.

Sometimes two or three times.

...I've got to move on.

I've got to keep my promise.

You think it was a mistake to give her access?

To live up to my...

I think it's distracting.

It soothes her.

It's favoritism.

There's a spot for me, see, at school,

medical school.