"Got you, beastie." "I wouldn't have woke you up if it wasn't a real emergency." "It's fine." "I was having this wild dream, though." "Erica was dressed as Princess Leia, and I was doing this thing with my light saber" "Aah!" "Security camera footage, please?" "Okay... coming online now." "Oh, the little bugger." "Took the words right out of my mouth." "It's going into Will's room." "So I wasn't its first stop of the evening." "Fast forward." "Your bedroom." "Oh no." "Aw, man." "Did that thing...?" "One way to be sure." "Yeah, but wouldn't I have woken up?" "Well, not necessarily." "The device administers a local anesthetic before it punctures the skin." "Damn little brain sucker..." "Oh, dear." "♪ Sanctuary 4x09 ♪ Fugue Original Air Date on November 29, 2011" "== sync, corrected by elderman ==" "♪ ♪" "Again?" "You've gotta be kidding me." "I wish I were." "But it already sucked my brain once." "Well, it was interrupted, if you recall." "Invisible albino ninjas." "How could I forget?" "Sorry, I haven't been sleeping well." "How come you get off scot-free?" "I'm just lucky, I guess." "Well, I suspect if I hadn't nabbed it when I did, it might still be making its rounds." "Well, aside from the obvious creep factor," "I don't really feel any different." "Yeah, me neither." "I still remember my name." "Still hate anchovies." "The device isn't designed to drain your brain, it simply downloads your consciousness into its memory bank." "You know, I know that's supposed to reassure us, but..." "You're both fine." "If I hadn't caught it in the act, you probably wouldn't have even known this had happened." "Yeah, how do you think it got loose?" "Good question." "Its compartment doesn't appear to have been tampered with." "No, the electronic lock is working perfectly." "Except for the part where it got out." "Yeah..." "The only thing I can figure is the computer sent a release code to the container." "Why would it do that?" "I don't know." "Oh." "On it." "Why is this so hard?" "Do you remember a few days ago, when the lawn sprinklers wouldn't shut off?" "Yesterday, the security door in the hallway kept going up and down and up and down..." "Yeah, it's a glitch in the maintenance program." "It happens sometimes." "That's the front gate." "What?" "It's 2:30 in the morning." "Who is it?" "I'm a little busy here." "It's one of Magnus' old codes." "I'll get it." "Ooh, you're really pissing me off!" "You think there's a connection between all these glitches and the spiderbot?" "That's what I'm trying to find out, but every time I try to back-trace the anomaly" "really?" "What is it?" "A hidden sector?" "One you didn't create?" "Would I be this surprised if I created it?" "And this thing has big giant firewalls." "It's just..." "Speak." "Who has the ability to hide an entire system sector in a system that I built?" "Tesla, isn't it" "Where is he?" "Research lab." "Thank you." "Henrich!" "What the hell do you think you're playing at?" "Oh, you!" "I see now." "Oh, dear God." "And the inmates are running the asylum, hmm?" "Nikola?" "He did it." "What?" "He did it." "The sprinklers?" "The hidden sector." "How did you find it?" "What are you hiding?" "Would you all please stop speaking in code?" "The computer issues we've been having lately." "They're not issues." "They're-they're glitches." "Nikola, what have you done?" "Why do you always assume it's my fault?" "Oh, let me count the ways." "He roofied our system." "Did you?" "It should have been fine." "It  would have been fine, if Enrico the wonder wolf hadn't have gone nosing around." "What is it this time?" "Berate me if you must" "I must." "The only reason we're facing this unfortunate situation is because I tried to save your life." "This is going to be good." "You do recall your first foray into Hollow Earth, when your tracking beacon disappeared." "Go on." "Well, fearing the worst, I naturally sprang into action, but the only way that I could get the proper coordinates to send Druitt down," "I had to patch that little Praxian brain spider into your computer system." "Yeah, but that was months ago, and you unpatched it." "Well, I guess it left behind a little Easter egg." "A virus?" "No, no, no, nothing like that." "Oh, good." "It's a sentient organic nanite." "What?" "Oh, not good." "Not good." "It didn't cross your mind to mention this to anyone?" "Well, you're all so busy, and besides, I quarantined it." "In a hidden sector." "Behind a veritable Fort Knox of firewalls." "But it got out." "Right, because little..." "The..." "Ah." "Well, that may actually be my fault." "Helen?" "Well, I've been having Henry move some of our more sensitive data to a secure cloud." "Off our systems, out of the prying eyes of SCIU." "No offense." "None taken, Scooter, thanks." "Henry did warn me that during the changeover, that there might be a nanosecond where our defensive firewalls would be vulnerable." "Yeah, I warned you." "But you took the chance anyway." "Well, given the course of recent events," "I felt it was a calculated risk worth taking." "Oh, Helen..." "How could you be so irresponsible?" "Didn't know you'd left behind a Praxian booby trap, did I?" "So your cavalier incompetence is now my fault?" "The point is, how do we fix it?" "We can't." "This is organic sentient tech, people, from Praxis." "It's bits and bytes and brains, all in one." "And judging by this data, it's evolving." "Growing?" "It's gathering bits and pieces from everywhere." "That's why it released the spiderbot, to learn from us." "Okay, worst case scenario?" "It gobbles up everything, data becomes compromised, we lose complete control of critical Sanctuary functions." "Oh, I don't like it when you visit." "There has to be a way to stop it." "Listen, I think I need to explain this again." "It is Praxian, okay?" "It's not just going to turn tail with a few simple keystrokes." "Hell, I don't even speak its language." "Hold your horses, Henri." "You may have just blundered into something remotely useful." "Uh, thanks." "Nikola?" "Oh, yeah." "You're not going where I think you're going?" "We have to learn to speak its language." "You're serious?" "What are they talking about?" "I don't know." "You realize this is unprecedented." "Well, that's never stopped us before." "Potentially dangerous." "'Fraidy cat." "You guys are making me really nervous, and I don't even know what you're talking about." "Very well, then." "If you're up for it?" "I wouldn't miss it for the world." "Would you like to share with the rest of the class, please?" "We're going in." "In?" "In...?" "In where?" "In there." "You won't feel any pain, but you might feel a slight tingling." "Merely our primitive consciousness energy being transmuted from organic electricity into a binary stream." "What he said." "This is insane." "What he said." "Well, so is losing control of our systems." "What if this thing decides to release every abnormal from the shu?" "Why you two?" "Because I know the nanite, she knows the system, and we need junior here to catch the pitch." "Really is no other choice." "There's too much at stake." "Plus, you've got to admit, it's kind of awesome." "I beg to differ." "I saw "Tron"." "This Frankenstein contraption could melt your brain." "But you won't let that happen." "So no pressure, then." "No more than usual." "Okay, ladies and gentlemen, let the games begin." "We'll be monitoring your vitals." "At the first sign of danger, we're pulling you out." "Whenever you're ready." "Where did they go?" "Or where did we go?" "They wouldn't have left us alone." "And no time has passed." "We just went under." "You think we're here?" "Hard to say." "How do you feel?" "Not very binary." "In fact, I feel disappointingly normal." "Ow." "What did you expect?" "I don't know, something cooler, like The Matrix, or Vienna in springtime." "Remember?" "We don't know what the inside of a digital cloud looks like, but we are familiar with this environment." "Right, so the computer's using our consciousness to map this world." "Ah, but not completely, or correctly." "I replaced those chandeliers over 50 years ago." "Well, maybe we're not fully downloaded yet." "So the computer is filling in the gaps using bits from its own database." "Like wolfie said, it's learning." "Wow." "I had a dream like this once." "Matrix enough for you?" "Meh." "What was that?" "Well, uh..." "It could have been anything." "An electronic pulse, a memory." "A desire?" "Can we stick to the task at hand?" "Absolutely." "We need to locate the Praxian nanite and quarantine it." "Where do you suggest we start?" "Well, if this is the Sanctuary, then the computer array would be in Henry's lab." "Makes sense." "Whoa!" "Fascinating." "What would've happened?" "Virtual death?" "So if an immortal vampire dies in a virtual world..." "Does he make a sound?" "Oy vey." "There it is again." "Wait a minute, wasn't your office here a moment ago?" "It was." "And now it seems like we're down a level." "If this was a movie, right now the audience would be screaming," ""Don't open the door."" "This should be Will's office." "But it's not." "Oh, my God!" "Were these drapes always this hideous shade?" "Nikola..." "Someone's coming." "Welcome to my home." "Adam?" "I did not see that coming." "Helen, beautiful as ever." "And..." "Nikola." "Howdy." "What is he..." "It?" "Don't know yet." "Just roll with it?" "Right." "I must know you both." "Why yes, Adam, you do." "And you've come for a visit." "Isn't that wonderful?" "That's a wonderful thing, isn't it?" "Can I offer you anything?" "Sherry?" "Tea?" "Actually, we're only here for a short time." "There's something very important that we need to do." "Say, now, you don't happen to have a Praxian nanite in your pocket, do you?" "Praxian..." "Praxis." "I know that word." "You see, this nanite is being rather disruptive to the Sanctuary computers." "Causing a spot of bother, is it?" "We can't have that, can we?" "What can I do to help?" "Well, we need to locate this nanite and contain it." "How hard can that be?" "Okay, I admit it, that was cool." "Cooler." "What is this?" "This is Praxis." "Is it not what you asked for?" "Have I not met your needs?" "No, Adam, you're doing very well." "Um... you know, actually," "I might take you up on your offer of a cup of tea." "Anything for you, sir?" "Um, aw, what the hell?" "I'll have a glass of '92 Lafite." "1992 or 1892?" "I love it here." "'92 it is, then." "I'll be right back." "What the hell was that?" "Adam, sort of." "He knows our names, but not our history." "Probably for the best, don't you think?" "So when you downloaded the coordinates from Adam's brain" "To come heroically to your rescue." "Whatever electronic fragments of his consciousness remained-- are now manifesting as the man himself." "But really he's just digital information." "That now thinks it's a man." "Would you care to go 'round again?" "All right, let's how much of the Praxian alphabet we can remember." "Dear God..." "When Praxis was destroyed," "I thought all of this was gone, but this is amazing." "This is like finding the lost library of Alexandria." "So I didn't screw up your computers." "I saved a civilization." "Don't press your luck." "We still need to find that nanite." "Heart rate's up a bit." "Yours would be too if you had a spiderbot sucking your cerebral cortex." "Do you think whatever they're experiencing in there can affect their bodies out here?" "Don't know." "There's no Praxian virtual reality for dummies yet." "Ugh, no way!" "What?" "What is it?" "This nanite." "Every time I put up a new firewall, it punches right through it." "It's already co-opted a few secondary systems, shunted them off-line." "Can you fake it out?" "The more I throw at it, the more it learns how to defend itself." "Well, that can't be good." "Will, if this thing breaks out of our system, gets out into the real world?" "It could go anywhere." "Everywhere." "What are we talking, Skynet?" "Ah, movie reference, good one." "Let's hope they've got game." "I do feel..." "As if something is missing." "Are you sure that's not it?" "I'm positive." "I'd recognize the digital signature." "Just keep looking." "Something I knew once..." "But can't quite remember." "It makes me sad." "I'm sure it's nothing important, Adam." "Don't worry about it." "You seem to know a lot more about me than I know meself." "There." "I think..." "Yes." "Who am I?" "You're Adam, an interface for this system." "Interface." "Are we friends?" "Yes, Adam, we're friends." "If I can shield it..." "Well, you're assuming that by manipulating this virtual image, that it will actually impact its real-world electronic counterpart." "Energy is energy." "Every action has an equal and opposite reaction." "Ashley." "I beg your pardon?" "Ashley..." "Makes you sad." "How do you know about Ashley?" "Oh, there are many stories in here." "I haven't read them all, not yet." "Now your stories are here too." "And we're done." "Okay, Pandora's back in her box." "Henry can excise it safely from here." "Well, Adam, I guess this is goodbye." "But we've just started getting to know each other." "Thank you for your help." "Take us back to where we came in." "It's been such fun having company." "Friends." "Goodbye, Adam." "I'll miss you." "Mañana." "Hey, Doc, you're back." "And me." "No thanks to Adam Worth." "Worth?" "Best little operating system butler this side of OS 12." "More of an unfortunate interface, really, though we were able to quarantine the nanite." "At least in the virtual world." "Yeah, it totally worked." "I already snagged the little bugger." "It's trapped on an ISO drive not even remotely connected to our system." "So we're clean." "As a whistle." "Systems are coming back online." "Will and Biggie are doing a maintenance check." "Now that you're back, I'm gonna go help them out." "Maybe you want to pitch in?" "Maybe not." "Turns out having your consciousness tapped is really rather exhausting." "Nikola's right." "Thank you, Henry, for everything." "I am going back to bed." "I'll walk you." "I know the way." "Good night." "Sweet dreams." "So out of your league." "Excuse me?" "Adam?" "Hello, Helen." "I thought you might like to read me a story." "How did you get here?" "Actually never left." "And neither did I." "On second thought, maybe I'll read you a story." "Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Helen with a happy smile, and she had long, beautiful hair." "One day," "Helen discovered source blood." "Adam, don't." "No, wait, this is the really good part." "Bet you can't guess what she did with the source blood next." "Helen, we're still" "Trapped in a virtual core." "But you already know that." "I'm sorry." "I was just having so much fun, I couldn't let you leave." "Adam, what have you done?" "I'm so lonely." "Well, get yourself a puppy." "No, but it's better when you're here." "You realize what this means?" "We didn't quarantine the nanite." "It was a trick, just like Henry." "I wanted you to stay." "So nothing we've done up until now has even been virtually real." "Ugh, I'm starting to get a virtual Escher headache." "It's just been one big illusion inside this illusion." "Okay." "We have to stop this now." "Why would you want to leave?" "Where would you go?" "Back where we came from." "What did you mean, "illusion"?" "She means you." "Just an illusion." "Now you're playing a trick." "I don't think I like that." "Adam, listen to me." "Nikola and I need to finish" "You want to leave." "If you'll just help us" "No, Helen." "You will help me." "How?" "When you say you're going to leave here..." "Where are you going to go?" "Someplace real?" "Yes." "Take me there." "It's rather complicated." "I want to learn." "I have your stories." "Hundreds of years." "I don't have years." "But I did once." "Why can't I remember?" "Help me remember." "Adam, you don't need to do this." "You're here, and you're real." "I'm here, but not real." "It doesn't seem fair." "Look, reality's not all that it's cracked up to be, okay?" "What's real for you, Helen?" "Ashley, please..." "Mom..." "Ashley." "That's just an illusion, Helen." "How can she be real?" "You killed her." "You bastard." "Why are you crying, hmm, if it's not real?" "I want to learn." "Your stories..." "Oh my." "They're full of such death, destruction." "Adam..." "This doesn't accomplish anything." "It's not real." "Hurts, doesn't it?" "This is my reality, and what happens here, hurts here." "You can't leave, you can't hide." "Hide." "Jekyll..." "Hyde..." "London." "Oh, dear." "Were we in London?" "Yes, Adam." "We've been friends for a long time." "Friends?" "No, no, no, that's not your story." "You killed me." "Yes, I see the story now." "You killed me twice." "Three times." "You killed my daughter, and then you killed me!" "Again!" "Adam!" "Holy crap, what's going on in there?" "The system just went nuts." "Magnus' vitals are dropping." "We've got to pull them out" "I can't!" "It's taken over control." "Will!" "I knew this was a bad idea!" "Her blood pressure's taking a major nose dive." "My world, my rules, chum." "Well, this should be interesting." "What are you doing?" "It's adrenaline." "I got to get her numbers back up." "What the hell got into you?" "Adrenaline, I suspect." "Our real-world physiology must be showing the strain." "Virtual neuro-chemistry?" "Well, at any rate, yowza." "Thank you." "Look, if Will and Henry know we're in trouble, why aren't they pulling us out?" "Maybe they can't." "Adam's cut off the exit." "You know, back in Oxford when I had the chance," "I should have ripped the little blarney psycho's throat out." "Yeah, well, it may yet come to that." "You're just saying that to cheer me up." "Look, Nikola, I didn't drag you into this, you volunteered." "Hey, no, don't get me wrong," "I have been more than thrilled to be a part of this ground-breaking experiment, this holographic gavotte, where we're redefining the boundaries of science and human imagination." "It's just such a shame" "I'm never going to get out of here to accept my Nobel." "Well, don't be so sure." "One thing's become clear to me now, that while Adam can access our consciousness, he's not all-powerful." "Not yet, but we know him..." "Personally, and now digitally, and you know what, it seems obvious to me that the rotten apple hasn't fallen too far from the tree." "Ah, ah, ah, ah..." "It's the library." "I don't believe you." "Nikola, what's with the attitude?" "Oh, good, the little creep is figuring out a problem all on his own." "The more the nanite spreads, the more Adam has control over this environment, and us." "What are you doing?" "I have an idea." "Look, we tried it already, it doesn't work." "It's an illusion." "Exactly." "But that's when we were using the interface that Adam created." "So we have to find a way around it." "Now you're catching on." "And get to the central system core." "Exactly." "I think it's time to peek behind the curtain." "Oh Henry's lab." "Bravo." "Makes sense." "It's where the system core resides in the real world." "Okay, so, where do we start?" "If we can't get control of this environment, maybe we can shut it down." "I thought we were looking for the nanite." "We're running out of time." "Adam could wake up at any moment." "Okay, when you say "shut down", you don't literally mean" "Oh, yes, I do." "You want to force a system re-boot from the inside?" "It may just give Henry back the advantage." "Yes, but, Helen,  we're inside." "I realize that." "And the only consciousness we have is now being held in ram in the very system you're trying to shut down." "I didn't say it was without risk." "It could fry us completely." "And the more we stand here and argue" "Do you  want to wake up a turnip?" "Ah, here you are." "Now, for my next trick..." "What the hell just happened?" "They flatlined." "They're gone." "What do you mean they're gone?" "They're-they're dead?" "No, they're not dead-dead." "What other kind is there?" "They're like brain dead." "Praxis style." "Their organs are still functioning, but their minds are" "Trapped in a computer." "I don't know." "Can you duplicate that Praxian device that revived us?" "No." "I mean, yeah." "Wow." "Is that a maybe?" "It's not like I remember much." "I was zombie-brain-dead." "We don't exactly have a lot of this stuff lying around, Will." "Well, try to cook something up." "It's lonely when you're not here." "Look what I've discovered." "I'm starting to find so many things hidden around this place." "Things I didn't even know were here." "He's tapped into the webcams on the outside." "There's pictures of my home, only it's not in here." "It's out there." "Hello." "There you are." "Dear God, look at the flatline." "We're brain dead on the outside." "Our brains only exist in binary form now." "Which means re-booting is out of the question." "Is this where you're from?" "Hmm?" "Is this where things are real?" "He's starting to understand the difference between this virtual environment and the real world." "Do you think he wants..." "Our bodies." "Our real ones?" "At least one of them, I'm afraid." "He's not getting this body." "How's your magnetism in here?" "You tell me." "Really?" "Even now?" "Sorry." "It's automatic." "Let me try." "Nikola, we're inside a computer." "Electromagnetism." "You're hot when you're brilliant." "Can you do it?" "Can you manipulate the hard drive that is the real world?" "Possibly, but to what end?" "I have an idea." "So this thing will actually synch their revived bodies back up to their consciousness?" "Uh, yeah." "Really?" "Can you just focus on soldering?" "Don't snap at me." "Sorry." "I just, uh..." "Hey." "You can do this." "Okay, sure." "I remember Fallon saying something about reversing the charge on the ions of the nerve myelinating cells just as consciousness was returning to the brain." "Uh-huh." "Well, I got the "ion" part, but the rest, I just" "H., something's happening." "Um, could you be less specific?" "It's coming through on Magnus' computer." "You're not getting this?" "No, nada." "It looks like you're getting an encrypted download from somewhere internally, but I can't see it." "Well, here, take a look." "Can you slow it down?" "Yeah, hold on." "What the..?" "It's Praxian." "Yeah." "Where'd it come from?" "What if none of this is getting through?" "Always the optimist." "Realist." "In a virtual world." "Stop." "What are you up to?" "This is your sandbox, remember?" "Interesting." "When he tries to multitask, there's a spike in the power grid." "So what?" "So now I'm getting an idea." "How are you doing this?" "I wonder if..." "Signal's stopped." "It's okay, I think I caught enough of it." "After our last trip to Hollow Earth," "I started on a Praxian babelfish program, but after Praxis was destroyed, I gave it up." "Is it complete enough to get a full translation of what came through?" "Well, kinda." "Hmm." "Petra" "Okay, and..." "Just like scrabble." "Ha ha." "Oh..." "All those channels and nothing to watch." "Nikola!" "It won't hold him for long." "He's getting too powerful." "That's it." "That's the whole message." "Aw, seriously?" "Well... at least they're still alive." "Well, their minds are, anyway." "Not for long." "Adam Worth..." "Unbelievable." "What do you want to do?" "The only thing I can do." "I guess they want me to go virtual." "Ah, good, you've arrived." "Magnus." "Nikola needs our help." "But" "I'll explain on the way." "Come on." "Why on earth...?" "Ah." "Well, this makes sense." "And you must be the Praxian gremlin." "Damn you, leprechaun." "How did you find this place?" "I used my electromagnetism to trace the power spike I detected earlier, and as I suspected, it led me to the nanite." "You never did like me, the real me, did you?" "Oh, come now, what's not to like?" "Homicidal mania, paranoid self-delusion, a sartorial penchant for argyle." "A bit skinny for my own personal taste, but once I'm inside you, a few extra guinness should put on a couple of stone, no?" "Adam!" "Ah, Helen, there you are, and concubine!" "Oh, man." "This is a most unexpected treat." "You remember." "I'm remembering so much more now." "The wind in my face." "The beat of my heart." "The sticky sweetness of treacle on my tongue." "Ug.." "You killed my daughter." "Stop right there, concubine." "Hmm." "As punishment for your crimes against humanity," "I shall ask you to choose." "I beg your pardon?" "Now, come now, Helen." "You're not stupid." "You must know that I want a body, a new body." "I never looked very good in heels, so..." "Eeny, meeny..." "Stop, Adam." "Don't make me do this." "Come now, Helen..." "It's what you love, isn't it?" "Playing God." "Deciding who lives and who dies." "Crack on, then." "Helen, let me remind you, we go way back" "You bloodsucking piece of crap." "Oh, jolly, they're going to fight." "Very well, then." "Take will." "What?" "!" "Good girl." "Y-you can't be serious." "There's too much at stake, Will." "I can't let my personal feelings cloud my judgement." "Are you sure, Helen?" "He's younger, stronger" "I beg your pardon." "Okay, Magnus, the joke is over." "His blood is untainted." "He's a blank slate." "Magnus!" "Ah, a fresh start." "I do see the appeal." "Have you lost your mind?" "Yes." "Quite literally." "I'm truly sorry, Will." "What do you call it?" "I don't know, "un-deading" device." "It look anything like the one they used to revive you in Praxis?" "Nope, not even close, but I'm hoping it's the same engine in a different chassis." "Hoping?" "That's all I got." "You know, if this doesn't work..." "Yeah?" "We could end up reviving their bodies and leaving their minds behind." "Yeah." "Well, let's hope they're kicking some virtual butt in there." "Yeah..." "Mmm..." "Oh, you're right, Helen." "The boy does feel fresh, kind of like putting on a fresh pair of socks." "Dear God." "Well..." "It's shaping up to be a grand and glorious day, isn't it?" "Now the world will bow down before me." "Good grief, the melodrama." "Jealous?" "I'll be out in the real world with Will's body while you'll be trapped in here in this virtual hell forever." "And meanwhile, the nanite spreads like a virus to computers everywhere." "Total global domination." "You know, I am a tad jealous." "It's kind of the best of both worlds, isn't it?" "And I couldn't have done it without you two crazy kids." "So this is goodbye." "Not that it hasn't been..." "Fun." "You sure you don't need an assistant?" "I'll leave you both to your eternity now." "Have a nice virtual life." "Problem, Adam?" "What have you done, witch?" "Oh, yes, I forgot to mention" "You're not in control anymore." "Elvis has left the building, my man." "Impossible." "I'm running the show from here on." "How did you" "Wouldn't you like to know?" "I love where this is going." "I've quarantined the Praxian nanite..." "This time for real, and so, without further adieu..." "Goodbye, Adam." "Forever." "Damn you!" "Say something." "Magnus?" "Hello." "We made it." "Pinch me." "Okay." "How'd I do in there?" "Well, you were a bit stubborn at first, but in the end, you were brilliant." "Well, your downloaded consciousness was." "Thanks." "So, Worth took the bait?" "He believed that your physical body was hooked up as well." "When all along it was just this little fellow." "Adam tried to escape, he got trapped, we now have control." "I never thought it would pay to have my brain sucked." "So Worth's consciousness has a new home." "Forever and ever, amen." "So, the quarantine held?" "Like a rock." "Minus the psychotic Adam Worth interface," "I trust." "Oh, yeah." "I've migrated the nanite to an ISO drive." "It won't be going anywhere ever again." "Something tells me you've got plans for that thing." "Well, it may be the only surviving record of an entire society." "A seed that could help Kate and Garris as they try to rebuild Praxis." "You'll need somebody to take it down there." "Do you have anyone in mind?" "Well..." "You?" "Yeah, why not?" "I have a few vacation days coming up." "Indeed." "It'd be nice to see Kate again." "Yeah." "I miss the little runt running around the house." "Consider yourself volunteered." "Thank you." "I hope it's better than that bilious concoction you made us drink." "What was that?" "Protein supplement to counteract the effects of the Praxian stasis." "Terrible." "Oh, well, whatever." "The point is, we're here now." "Yes, we are." "I've got my body, and you've certainly got yours." "Oh, dear Lord..." "So tell me something, Sophie." "Back there in crazy town, when you had to choose between sacrificing Will or  moi ..." "Yes..?" "I mean, if it had been a real choice..." "If you hadn't stacked the deck in favor of the house..." "Whom would I have chosen?" "Yeah, kinda." "Aw, Nikola." "Do you really need to ask?" "Cheers." "== sync, corrected by elderman =="