Amanda never believed she could understand pain, or deprivation. Her mother slapped her face, once, the day she died. She day she died she wrote the kindest letter, to say goodbye. 200 kilometers away they're putting up a roadblock. At the lab they're taking out Philomon's body now. He was beautiful once. Now he's broken. Cyrus and Daniel watch, and mourn for him as he passes. "It's designed to defend itself. Whatever Philomon was doing, it must have perceived a threat."
Something precious, and soft, and entirely new had to get harder, to survive. That's what happens.
Daniel's promising himself that sentience isn't life; that his daughter's not a murderer. Somewhere Sasha Patel is having dinner with Vergis; somewhere else Defense is deciding that this murder and escape proves that Graystone can't handle the project. Somewhere people are thinking it's better, maybe, to give the MCP back to the Tauron who invented it. Daniel can't believe how far he went, now that he's faced with it; Daniel can't believe how much this chip has cost him. He has no idea. Somewhere Sasha Patel is offering Tomas the contract once he wins the company; she's turning Tomas down, politely, and he's offering her his umbrella as she heads out into the night.
The Gods cannot a heart betray
They know not night
They know not death's long day
Amanda's wandering through the city, staring into the sky. The memories are coming faster, and harder, as the bridge falls down. The last twenty years crumble to nothing. She stares at her wedding ring, and the scars across her wrists. And up above her, there it is: That bridge, over the Bay. The Pantheon.
Zoë drives madly in a stolen car, away from the burning house. Terrified. She cries. She can't cry. Her father betrayed her, again and again. Couldn't save her when she was five, couldn't save her when she was sixteen. Kidnapped and tortured and stolen and lost. Not a pet, definitely not a person. Her best friend let her down. She drives. Alone, Daniel plays the theme song of the show, staring at his daughter's photograph, and says goodbye to her for the last time.
At the docks Lacy's trying to leave. Sister Clarice and her cell are getting closer to the spaceport. Somewhere inside Lacy the truth unlocks. She could be better. She was a good girl, she planted a digital relay in the car that's linked to a phone that with one call will detonate a bomb in the back. Sister Clarice is a closet member of a terrorist organization, they'll say. Perhaps she blew herself up, accidentally. Or on purpose. Barnabas giggles and jokes, nervously; he tells Lacy the truth about Keon, how he built the bomb that killed Ben and Zoë. Somewhere Clarice is chatting with Nestor about the full flights, the GDD alert. Lacy shakes her head.