gen:LOCK

1x07 - It Never Rains...

Still nothing?

- They're toying with us. - You think?

Can we try messaging the Vanguard again?

Maybe poke around the Ether?

Not until we figure out how the Union is tracing us.

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I have the haziest memories learning as a kid. It's weird.

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Memories of me learning old Gekirin songs

on a rooftop in Shinjuku.

Maybe now there are some things you understand about me too?

You guys meta-minded while fighting Nemesis!

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Oh, but you were brilliant together.

I shared senses with Valentina back at the Union facility,

and look what they did.

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I'd feel bad when your head exploded

'cause you couldn't handle the mind of a 17-year-old girl.

Other than that, I got no shame.

The rest of you had better sort yourselves out though

'cause we need this. It's what Doc would've wanted.

Alright, I'm gonna patrol a little and see what I can see.

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I've swept the ship best I can, nothing transmitting.

And weather should solve the satellite problem.

Fuel, food, sleep, we can't do this much longer.

What would you like us to do, huh? Drop you off at a club?

Yes. Until then, we need a real plan.

If we keep doing this, we must be lucky every time.

The Union only has to get lucky once.

Kind of drives you crazy, doesn't it?

When you realize you can't cry in one of these things.

There's a lot that's fuzzy.

But some moments, some memories...

Are you still human if you can't cry?

Or sleep? Or dream?

Yaz, Cammie, come in, do you hear this?

We gotta go!

We've got another wave coming in fast from the northeast.

When are you gonna stop running from the truth?

That's the last of them.

Run all you want. It doesn't stop until you're gone.

Man, I'd pay real money if you'd just shut up.

- Say again? - I... This...

- Nemesis keeps monologuing at me. - You can hear him, now?

Yeah, of course, he's on our network.

Down, we gotta put down now.

- Cammie? - Land!

- What the hell, girl? - Oh, I'm so stupid.

I know how they're finding us.

Don't download yet! You've got to get on board.

Your holon, you need to stow it.

At least one of us has got to be ready to fight.

Come on now, we've got to move before they find us again.

- Who takes over for Chase? - Nobody, none of us can upload.

The Doc told you he's you... er, Gen:LOCK.

That means he's always on the GL network.

He senses us when we're uploaded.

He can find us through gen:LOCK?

That's why he kept showing up whenever we went on a mission.

Does that mean he's been creeping on us the entire time?

Range might be a factor, I don't know.

But maybe... yeah, he could've been listening in.

- Which gets him what? - Well, it's you, what would you do?

He's fighting for the Union,

which says whatever he is, he ain't me.

Not anymore.

Cammie, can we not block him?

The GL net's all about making it as easy as possible

to share your minds. If I had the source codes,

maybe I could rewrite the protocol stack, but...

So, we never upload again?

Stay off the gen:LOCK network, they don't find us?

That doesn't feel right.

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We promised him we'd team up and try to help,

- see where gen:LOCK can go. - Where it went is a dead end.

Without him, the technology has no future.

So, I ask again, what is our end game?

We protect gen:LOCK.

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- Like hell. - If you insist on uploading again,

then we need to split up.

You need to be stronger than this.

Dr. Weller is dead, but we're not.

And I'm not gonna let his hope die with him.

Omega protocols in effect.

Julian Chase code phrase required.

- What the bloody hell? - _

- Not till now. - Why does it sound like the ...

Julian Chase, code phrase required.

Let the good times roll?

Accepted, please confirm the status of Dr. Weller.

Dr. Weller is dead.

Omega protocols apply, message as follows.

Hello, well, here's your Deus ex machina.

Or would it be doctor ex machina, eh?

Well, horrible cliché either way, I suppose.

If you're seeing this, then you are my recruits, and I am... no more.

Caliban, however, is clearly with you

and ought to be of some assistance.

You should know that he was one of my earliest gen:LOCK experiments.

Not just for testing holon frame ideas either.

He contains one of the earliest cyberbrain dev platforms

loaded with a sliver of my own neural pattern,

which makes him rather effective as my walking personal data assistant

but horrible at my wit, which is why I tend to leave him muted.

He's been loaded over the years with everything I know about gen:LOCK.

Notes, theories, plans.

So, probably best you don't broadcast exactly what he is.

Now, I'm not good with the personal touch, opening up.

It's something I've struggled with, and that has cost me over the years.

And as you are seeing this message,

it means it also cost me the ability to tell you in person

how much you mean to me.

You're each so very special.

I regret I shall not have the chance

to see all your finer moments that lie ahead.

But you share such a unique bond.

I have faith that even in the most challenging times,

it will help see you through. Be well.

- Cal. - Julian Chase.

Just call me Chase.

Cal, what was the next step for the gen:LOCK team?

Did the doc intend for us to stay at the Anvil forever?

Upon completion of prototype phase,

Vanguard is to commence phase two, manufacturing,

while phase three, research and development,

relocated to the Rogue Technology, Aeronautics,

and Space Administration assembly facility.

Whoa, RTASA, seriously? Why?

All in favor for going there now and figuring it out later?

Anywhere is better than nowhere.

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Depends what kind of drinks they serve in nowhere.

Yeah, but you know what RTASA's got?

Astronaut ice cream!

Really, nothing?

Caliban, coordinates for the RTASA facility please.

Certainly, after all the only disability in life is a bad latitude.

Holding for laugh.

Transferring coordinates.

Huh, never heard of a base out there.

It's RTASA, they're not exactly known for advertising their location.

All right, everyone better strap in. A lot of turbulence ahead.

Ain't that a metaphor.

Hey, talk to me.

That's really me out there, Yaz, hunting us.

- We've been fighting "me." - You're so much more than that thing.

Am I?

For better or worse, I don't believe it's you.

Not anymore.

Who knows what the Union did to that version of you

once they understood what you were?

Certainly experimented.

Knowing them, they probably brainwashed you,

damaged or wiped portions of you.

And then aimed what was left back at us.

And that brain's been running nonstop ever since.

Who knows what that would do to a mind?

The real me got turned into that.