Genesis

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McMan status report.

McMan do you copy?

Broadman is the long range comms repair complete?

Broadman, McMan do you copy?

Come in.

McMan, James; Suit environmental integrity at 8%.

McMan pollution is spiking return to Eden.

Return to Eden.

- Come in, return to Eden now. - Why can't we hear them?

McMan, James; suit environmental~

Try to adjust your comm set.

Come in.

Environment control integrity at 3%, 2%.

Environment control integrity at~

- What happened? - I don't know.

- What happened? - I don't know.

Broadman, Richard; Suit environmental integrity at 5%.

Suit environmental integrity at 2%.

Broadman, Richard; suit environmental integrity compromised.

Warning...

environmental integrity compromised.

Broadman status report.

Warning, suit failure.

Broadman, try and adjust your comm set.

Warning, suit failure.

Let me in!

I'm at the door.

I'm at the door.

Warning, suit failure.

Paul Brooks journal, day 518.

It was once said that those suffering from the incapacity to love are living in hell.

I often wonder if Dostoevsky wanted to say more.

Because what I know of hell, isn't simply a place where love doesn't exist.

Nor is it a place you go when you die.

Hell is here, in this facility.

In the body, and in the mind.

Hell is a battle you know you will one day lose.

It's waking up every morning, with the very real threat that it could be your last.

It's watching other human beings starve, while those with the means ignore them.

It's placing the hope, for humanity, on artificial intelligence.

It's having a daughter who you don't recognize anymore...

and who doesn't recognize you anymore.

Hell is what the East inflicted on us, two years ago, when they pushed the button on day zero.

And now, as our food supplies run drastically low...

our friends and families forced into punishment details with substandard equipment.

Our continued attempts to communicate with other facilities failing.

Hell is creeping in to the collective conscious of those that remain.

The reason and rational is all but depleted.

I wish I knew what the future holds.

But that would mean believing that there is a future.

I don't know how much longer we have left.

Access denied.

Access granted.

Decontamination complete.

Airlock pressurized.

Entry secure.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa.

Broadman are you okay?

McMan got caught in the fog. He's still out there, save him.

It's too late Broadman, it's too late.

Let's just get you to Medicon.

What will your father make of this?

Hm?

You could have saved him.

We don't know that.

Don't we?

Good morning Eden, this is the day zero, minus 364.

Pollution and radiation levels remain constant.

No other survivors have been located.

Standby for the President's daily announcement.

While we continue to work tirelessly to reach other groups of survivors...

due to food shortages, every citizen will be on three quarter rations as of today.

Remember this is for your own safety and well being.

I was out there too long wasn't I?

That's for Dr. Macdonald to assess and not me.

Broadman late back from punishment detail doctor.

- How long was he exposed? - About three minutes.

Fair amount of time then.

Do you want to get on the bed?

Bioscan activated.

- Subject; Broadman, Richard. - How's she getting along?

Well, you know her, never sleeps, never eats.

All she does is work...

on him.

Our last hope.

Mark III; full system update complete.

Endermic layer fusion successful.

It is complete?

All the data indicates a successful procedure.

- Then I'm ready for the outside? - Well, I still have to complete the tests.

The tests?

Surely they're a formality.

Not necessarily.

All I long for is the world outside Eve.

Isn't that what you made me for?

- Isn't that where I need to be to fulfill my purpose? - The world outside has changed.

It now holds many unknowns.

It's all too perhaps... distressing.

Of course it does.

Distress is after all... the essence of evolution.

Which is why I hope survival lies with you.

An objective I'm all too aware of.

How's the new thermal skin Abel?

It itches... like woolen clothes.

Sensory data banks being put to good use I see.

It certainly adds another layer.

Think I may know why your old skin failed to bind to your exoskeleton Abel.

- Organic contamination. - Organic matter detected.

Biovault purge activated.

- Too much human DNA in the composite. - Biovault purge complete.

I must say the ah... the new compound...

certainly looks more resilient...

and the good news is, it'll repel atmospheric pollution.

Practicality should always come before vanity, Dr. Smith.

Down here it should.

Now... what about the combat simulations?

Would you like to see what I've learned today?

Now Abel, I'd like you to talk to me about these.

I must admit...

I'm confused as to why I would need such a skill set.

Both the President, and the board, requested it.

- But I can see that you don't agree with them. - Hasn't the world seen enough conflict?

But you can choose Eve.

You did not have to upload the data if you did not want to.

Perhaps not, but, the ability to handle danger...

is an essential component of being able to survive.

This is one battle not worth fighting.

I wonder which ones are.

Standby for the President.

Citizens of Eden...

this is a general announcement.

Remember punishment details are necessary for order.

Eden is working for your survival.

Dad.

Dad?

Steven.

Steven?

Where's Dad?

Citizens of Eden, this is the President.

We're commencing a level four shut down test.

This is for your own safety and well being.

- Thank you for your cooperation. - It's practically every day.

Remember, Eden is working for your survival.

Well... it's time for my shift in the dungeon.

Your father's over by the rationing station.

Hughes lost it earlier.

Fuck you asshole.

- This is mine. - Fuck you.

This is~

Enough!

I'm not having punishment details handed out left, right and centre.

It's the law Brooks, if they~

- Hey sweetheart. - Hi.

- Yeah it's~ - What's going on?

Just a minor disagreement.

Brooks they break the rules then we don't have a choice.

You think I like giving out PD's?

It's my job, to uphold the law and maintain order.

Law, you think this is lawfulness?

Have a look around you, what do you see? Do you see humanity or do you see human beings?

I am not having this discussion with you again.

This is not a discussion. This is our life, this is our reality.

Our food rations are getting smaller. Our access to clean water is, limited.

The people in Civie are sick.

They are sick, and hungry, and tired, tired of all the lies.

- Well it's the same for everyone. - It's not!

We know the kind of luxury the President and his cronies live in.

He can do something, if he really wanted.

Really, what do you suggest?

Tell the truth.

Tell us what happened to Gilead.

Let us go and search for it.

The survival of the Gilead citadel is a myth.

How can you be certain of that?

There might still be people there. They're could possibly even be food.

Why does the President feel that it's not worth giving us that hope?

I can't speak for the President.

No evidently not.

Triple detail for Cooper and a single for Hughes.

Jesus.

I don't have a choice Hughes.

Bollocks.

Hey, you alright?

McMan didn't make it.

And Broadman's late back.

There was nothing I could do.

There's always something that could be done.

Like what?

He could have said something.

He did.

There are peoples lives he could save.

He tried Dad.

I just don't want you to misplace your faith. He's on the other side.

Where are you going?

I need to get back to Comm.

I was just~

Would you like me to continue?

Absolutely.

I could watch this all day.