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Ken: I repeat… This is research vessel Eurotas. Identification number: Delta-Lima-Papa-One-Two-Niner-Four-Alpha. Over. This is research vessel Eurotas. IDU, do you copy? Over. C-Come on.
Hugh: Still no response from the base AI? Guess the reports were right.
James: OK, no AI—no auto-landing. We’re going in manually.
Hugh: You got it. Just hold on to your lunch.
Nicholas: Bring it in, Hugh!
Ken: Sending control your way.
Hugh: Roger. Switching to manual control.
Ken: Confirmed.
Hugh: Starting LSTB check. Lights?
Ken: Oh, uh, lights on.
Hugh: Landing struts?
Ken: Down and green.
Hugh: Thrusters and brakes?
Ken: Operational.
Hugh: We’re clear for landing.
Ken: Ah man. I can’t believe they can just print something that big.
Nicholas: That’s lunafilament for you. Its applications are practically endless. You can create almost anything as long as you have a blueprint.
Ken: Be nice if they could whip up someone to answer our call.
Hugh: We flew all the way out here to clean up their mess. Least they could do is meet us in person.
James: Well, then let’s get in there and scope it out. Corporate’s waiting. Listen up. Batteries on, everyone. And don’t forget to sync in. Comms check. We good?
Hugh: Yeah, no problems.
Ken: Loud and clear.
Nicholas: Channel’s online.
James: OK. Let’s move out. Hugh, everything all right?
Hugh: The heck? Grav synchs aren’t working. Watch your step.
James: Ken, come on!
Ken: J-Just give me a moment here…
Nicholas: Where’s our welcome party…? Can’t believe I missed my daughter’s birthday for this.
Hugh: You got kids? Sounds rough.
Nicholas: Nah. I wouldn’t trade it for a thing.
Station AI: Welcome to the Cradle. Initiating environmental optimization sequence. Please stand by.
James: All right, let’s do it. Just get in and get out.
Ken: Roger!
Nicholas: Come on, Hugh.
Hugh: After you.
Hugh: Man, these people sure love printing…
Ken: Not gonna lie, kinda diggin’ the view from here too.
Nicholas: This is your first time at the Cradle, right?
Ken: Yo Hugh, check out that big rig! Can it really make anything…?
Hugh: You talkin’ about that 3D printer? Sorry, not my thing. Hey, Nicky, fill us in.
Nicholas: I see someone didn’t do their homework.
Hugh: I’ll leave the studying to you. Ken, I’m going on ahead.
Nicholas: It’s not just any 3D printer—it’s called a lim replicator. Now what do you wanna know?
Ken: OK, so, let’s say you can print almost anything… I heard the stuff it makes breaks easy, so seems crazy they’re printing something that big.
Nicholas: You’re right—lim products tend to be on the delicate side… But it’s just cheaper to rebuild something than to improve its quality…
Ken: Wait, you sayin’ this place could just collapse at any second!?
Nicholas: Come on man, you know better than that. They wouldn’t skimp on safety standards…
Ken: You said it yourself… It’s cheaper to rebuild…
Nicholas: Let me clarify—buildings are made with a specialized replicator…
Ken: And that means what exactly?
Nicholas: Lunafilament is combined with other materials and stability is improved at the cost of complexity…
Ken: So, it’s a model that only handles construction?
Nicholas: Bingo. Any other questions?
Ken: Nah, thanks though! Wasn’t as tricky as I thought!
Nicholas: Oh, so maybe you can explain it next time?
James: Terminal’s up ahead. Time to test out your thrusters. You can climb the cargo to get up here.
Hugh: No stairs? Really?
James: Construction’s still underway. Hugh! Over here.
Hugh: Yes, sir. What a mess…
James: Not exactly a popular hangout, is it? What’s this rubble doing here? We’re gonna need some backup…
Walker: Welcome to the Cradle. Please state your request.
James: Clear us a path and then take us to the Data Center.
Walker: As you wish.
Ken: Sheesh. What went down here?
Nicholas: Rumor is we’re going to be sending most of the people here back to Earth soon anyway. just leave everything up to AI.
James: Yeah, and then they send us when the thing needs fixing.
Hugh: It’s like I always say. You can’t trust a bot.
Ken: I dunno, I kinda like this one. Man, they really not gonna come out here and meet us?
James: Yeah, something’s off.
Hugh: Delphi didn’t go and fire everyone, did they?
Ken: Wait. You all feel that?
Station AI: Seismic activity detected.
James: Whoa! You all right, Hugh?
Hugh: Yeah, but our crew…!
James: Watch out!
Hugh: Captain!
Suit AI: Warning. Suit integrity compromised. First Aid protocol is offline. Warning. Suit integrity compromised. First Aid protocol is offline. Integrating lunafilament nanoweaves. Suit integrity stabilizing. Suit integrity restored. Biomedical diagnostics online. Administering cellular repair. Vitals stable. Awakening subject: Hugh Williams.
Girl: There you are. All better.
Hugh: You… You patched me up?
Girl: Mhmm.
Hugh: Can’t believe someone brought their kid out here. Hey…
IDUS: Hello. This is IDUS, your autonomous base administrator. Unregistered guest identified. Walker, please “remove” him from the premises.
Hugh: Watch out! Something ain’t right here. The hell? Argh! C’mon, gun—work! Aw, come on! Damn it! Hey, get behind me! Move! You need to—?
Girl: I think I can help. Bypassing first and second firewall, hooking control protocols. Analyzing. Converting to interop matrix. Visualization complete. Initiating hack!
Hugh: What the heck was that?
Girl: There’s no time to explain! Shoot now!
Hugh: Hey! What did you just do?
Girl: I hacked it!
Hugh: What? You’re not human!? Tell me what’s goin’ on here!
Girl: I’m D-I—
Hugh: Forget it. This can wait—we’ve got bigger problems.
James: Hu-Hugh…
Hugh: Captain!? Are you OK!?
James: Hugh… Contact… Earth…
IDUS: Walker, remove our guest from the premises.
James: AHHH!
Hugh: Captain!? Captain! Damn it! Contact Earth? How am I supposed to do that?
Hugh: It’s locked…
Girl: I can open it! There!
Station AI: Suit integrity compromised. Maintenance required. For your safety, access is restricted. Please utilize a repair cartridge. Suit life support systems fully restored. Initiating unlock.
Hugh: Holy! Aftershocks…! Not sure how much longer this place will last…
Girl: I see the tram! That could be our way out!
Hugh: Ugh! More of them!? Are you hacking again?
Girl: That’s right!
Hugh: You’re not gonna get us in trouble, are you?
Girl: No! Why would I?
Hugh: Can’t we take ‘em out without hacking?
Girl: Why?
Hugh: Just not sure I can really count on you yet.
Girl: But you can’t get by with just your gun, right? There’s another one! Let me handle it!
Hugh: Can’t believe I’m gettin’ carried by a little bot kid… OK. You better stay up there and I’ll get us to that tram. More of those things could be headed our way…
Hugh: Ugh! No good.
Girl: What’s that?
Hugh: Got it!
Station AI: Emergency Mode activated. Rerouting destination to the Shelter. Structural integrity of boarding dock below acceptable parameters. Sealing access tunnel.
Hugh: Sealing? How am I supposed to get back to my ship!? Whoa… What the hell happened here?
Hugh: OK, your turn. Just what are you?
Girl: I am D-I-03367, a state-of-the-art Pragmata created here at the Cradle. I possess basic life-saving protocols and…
Hugh: OK, OK, that’s enough. I don’t need the user’s manual… All right, next question. What the hell is going on here? And why are these things trying to kill us?
Girl: I don’t know.
Hugh: “State-of-the-art,” huh. Can’t believe they’re all gone… Guess I’m on my own now… Hey, uh, D-I-, uh—
Girl: I am D-I-03367, a state-of-the-art Pragmata created here at the—
Hugh: Whoa, whoa, h-hang on a second. Don’t you have a name or something?
Girl: I said, I am D-I-0—
Hugh: OK. OK. Look. How about we call you—Diana?
Girl: Diana?
Hugh: Yeah. From now on, you can be Diana. How’s that fit?
Girl: Diana.
Hugh: I’m Hugh. I don’t do babysitting, but I’m gonna need your help and uh…
Diana: Hugh… Diana…
Hugh: Yeah, uh…
Diana: Hugh. Diana. Hugh! Diana! Hugh! Diana! Hugh! Diana! Hugh! Diana! Hugh—
Hugh: …Kids.
Diana: Ummm…
Hugh: …Diana.
Diana: DIANA! DI-AN-A!