Extant

My name is Molly Woods.

I'm an astronaut.

My husband John, a robotics engineer,

created a lifelike robot called a Humanich.

We adopted the prototype as our son. His name is Ethan.

Everything changed when I went to space

on a 13-month solo mission.

I didn't come home alone.

- I'm pregnant. - How is that even possible?

The child, part human, part alien,

was unlike anything the world had ever seen.

How did you get so big so fast?

And he was dangerous.

- Eventually... - Run!

I lost both of my sons.

- Ethan! - Mom!

And my husband.

Some people say I've gone crazy.

This is a cover-up! That's what this is!

Get your hands off of me!

I say there's more to the story.

It's up to me to find the truth...

before it's too late.

Previously on Extant...

To your best knowledge, no alien life-forms

have set foot on the planet Earth.

Are you sure he's dead?

- He was dangerous, Molly. - Ethan!

The Humanich has been declared the property of the U.S. Government

- for reasons of national security. - He's not property, he's our son!

- When am I going home, Julie? - This is your home now.

We think you're not quite ready for re-entry.

You hear about that woman? Her belly blown open?

I am really not a lunatic.

Says the lady that broke out of Crazy Acres

and then trespassed onto my crime scene.

I think I might know what happened here.

That's a court order...

and she's a material witness in a homicide investigation.

I'll have her back in 72 hours, no worse for the wear.

Want to tell me what the hell this is about?

This isn't a murder investigation.

It's an invasion.

How are we, Shayna?

The SEAL team is in position, awaiting your orders.

Put it up on the big screen.

- Bravo Team in position. - Alpha Team ready to breach.

- Status? - Target has been confirmed.

We've got him surrounded.

Sir, Alpha Team is ready to breach. Awaiting your go.

Right.

- Send them in. - That is a go.

Alpha Team, go.

Move! Move!

Northwest corridor is clear.

Enemy contact, second floor southeast. We've got eyes on the target.

That is a visual match. You are clear to engage.

Let us see your hands! Do not move! Put your hands up!

What are you doing?

- Wait! Stop! At your six! - Put the gun down!

- They're turning on each other? - Get 'em out of there.

Alpha Team, stand down. Disengage and fall back.

If you can hear me, Alpha Team, disengage and fall back.

Do not engage the target.

Abort mission. I repeat, abort mission.

Ready, aim, fire.

Ready, aim, fire.

Present arms.

- What's going on? - It's Molly Woods.

She's out.

Where are we going?

- Back to the Recovery Center. - Why?

I don't believe in little green men with ray guns.

And neither do I!

The minute you start talking about aliens,

we go back to the funny farm.

Okay, then what happens to your case, Sherlock?

All right.

It's time for your meds. Maybe it'll make the Martians go away.

Nope. Not taking them.

Look, I signed you out of Crazy Acres,

which makes me responsible for your actions, all right?

I can't have you running around like some kind of drooling maniac.

So... take your damn pills.

Oh, come on.

If you signed a drooling maniac out of Crazy Acres,

that's because I'm your only hope to solve this case.

So if you want me to help you,

and tell you how I know she was pregnant, for example,

then I have to think clearly, and that means no pills.

- Start talking. - Feed me first.

Ethan, breakfast!

So, I know it's not the weekend...

but I broke down and made chocolate chip pancakes!

I'm having whipped cream on mine, don't judge me.

How's your new room?

I had to look on three different websites to find that comforter.

It's not the same.

Well, it's not exactly the same, but it's pretty close, don't you think?

Pancakes or cereal? Dealer's choice.

I don't want any.

Come on, they have chocolate chips in them.

- I hate chocolate chips. - You do not. Come on...

- Before it gets cold. - I said I don't want any.

Fine. What do you want?

I want my parents.

Ethan, we talked about this. That isn't possible right now.

- Your dad is gone. - But my mom's still alive.

Yes, but she's not able to take care of you right now.

But I can go home when she's better, right?

We'll see. But for now, in the meantime...

you're doing great here.

You have your room and your games and your toys and...

pretty soon, it's going to feel like home.

But it's not my home.

- It is for now. - Well, I hate it.

All right, get dressed; we're going to work.

- I'm not going. - Ethan, get dressed!

You're not my mom!

Can I get you anything else? Coffee? Tea?

- Rack of lamb? - No, I'm good.

All right. Let's try this again, shall we?

How'd you know she was pregnant?

- I recognized the symptoms. - From where?

And please, don't tell me "aliens."

An old friend.

An astronaut who was impregnated in space.

Impregnated by who?

Well, you just told me not to say it.

Oh...

You do know that I was an astronaut, right?

Well, I've spent lots of time in deep space,

doing experiments on organisms and how they adapt and survive.

And when I was out there, I came across this...

alien spore.

And somehow, it may have made its way back to Earth.

Let me get this straight.

You're telling me that my perp is a spore?

I can't put a spore in a lineup.

If that alien spore infected a human being,

- and then, that human being... - Is impregnating women?

How would we know?

Blood sample. From the victim.

I can get that from evidence.

It's got to be from when she was pregnant.

How'd you get a game on here?

I reprogrammed him.

Ethan, you're not allowed to reprogram the tutor-bots.

- His name is Richard. - "Richard" is for learning.

I want you to put him back the way he was.

- Ethan, I said please... - Hey. Julie.

What's the Black Widow doing here?

- Oh... Can you? - Yeah, I got him. Go.

Anna, what a pleasant surprise.

Richard, buddy, you're gonna have to keep it down.

Oh, get that one! Oh!

I was expecting a build verification two weeks ago.

- I know. - I understand there's been

some growing pains with the new staff?

It's not just the new staff. It's all new concepts and processes.

Ethan had almost a decade of programming

by experience of human interaction.

We're trying to give Lucy twice that much in a fraction of the time.

We've skipped over every safety protocol John would've taken.

No disrespect to your predecessor, but we don't have the luxury

of doing things the old way, Julie.

I need to see a test. Today.

Uh... That's impossible.

We're still fine-tuning the ethical adaptor algorithms.

They didn't even exist when Ethan was built.

He learned right and wrong from us,

this Humanich's learning from an equation.

Okay, Julie, I am sympathetic to your situation

but if I don't show my superiors some progress,

they will find someone else who can deliver.

You know that's the deal. You have until tonight.

The... 16th.

That was the first and last time I saw her.

She'd done a home version of the test, but she wanted to know for sure.

Please don't touch that.

- Did you do a blood test? - No, never got the chance.

She decided to terminate.

But she never showed up for her appointment.

That was the last I heard of her till I saw the news.

And there was no mention of the father at all?

She seemed determined to deal with it alone.

I'd say there's a good chance it was a... casual acquaintance.

- A one-night stand. - Okay.

Well, thank you for your time.

Did she mention anything unusual about her pregnancy?

You know, legally...

you're bound to tell us anything that could be relevant

to our murder investigation.

There were, uh... complications.

The baby's growth was accelerated.

Yes.

And at first, I thought, well, maybe she'd, uh, miscounted the weeks.

- But I was on Metro-MedNet... - What's that?

A VR chat room for docs in the area.

There was a colleague across town asking advice...