"As the Olympian Gods rose, the Titans fell. As all Gods must. But no One God can kill them all. One God: This can only be mankind putting his own face into the heavens, making a God from his own image. It's the height of hubris!" the Polys say. "The Pantheon understands mercy," the Polys promise. They make a boy kiss the Arrow; they are given the blessing of the One True God by a girl that stays upright, strong and beautiful. The bodies fly, out of the airlock and into the firmament. This has all happened before.
As Singh notifies Olaf of the spy in Willow House, Daniel goes to visit the Amanda program. Of all the storylines I would have liked to see play out, this is my favorite and the saddest, the one I'll miss the most. A man creating the perfect wife, and then hating her because she is perfect; demanding she be as authentic as he demands, like a hall of mirrors. The Hub and the Colony were just factories for beautiful women, by the end.
"Hello, sweetheart. Haven't seen you since that awful derezzing incident. I blame you just a little bit. Can't tell your wife you killed a man and not expect a little healthy push-back. A marriage only works as an equal partnership. So look out, mister!" She's setting out the dishes and being super awesome and he still finds it all too much. "Now you're just guessing what I want from you?" Yeah, she says: "A typical human reaction, if you think about it. Neurotic, adorable even. Very authentic." She tries to make love to him, then, as she always does. It's built into the system; we are Nature Boys and Nature Girls. Every single one of us desperate to be alone and never be alone. Made to love.
"My entire future is riding on fixing the Resurrection program, which is you. I have two weeks to pass you off as an emotionally recognizable human being. If I don't, I'm dead." Amanda points out that if "she" were there and he accused her of being an inauthentic human being, she'd try to fuck the stupid out of him too -- which, ha, is very true, but only after bitching him out and making that scary hard face she makes -- and they collaborate, gorgeously, gorgeously acted and gorgeously imagined, as Amanda takes over his thinking about her thinking and they argue about whether or not she's being authentic at this time, and she speaks like a doctor for once: "We don't have a control group, do we? Because we don't have her." And she kind of loses her shit altogether, goes full harpy on him, about how he's a "frakking nasty monster who deserves to be alone" and that she hopes the Ha'la'tha does kill him, and he's shocked and she smiles and asks if that's what he wanted: Her hate.