Zoë stares at her father, hurt. She forgot what she was, for a second. Like dancing with Philo, but a million times worse. He can't be serious -- but she has to stay hidden, which means he has to be serious. It's the only power she has. And so, she's got to do it. And it breaks her heart. She's so close, and he doesn't even know it: "Go on. Go on!" She does, after prompting; she can't reveal herself, but at least she can hurl the arm, once it's off, onto the table among all of them. A little flourish to the father-daughter act; a sign of her defiance that he can't even recognize. He has no idea that it's a message for him. And he fights the feeling, that she's there:

"Looked a little painful, didn't it? The desire to anthropomorphize, the need to connect -- it's powerful. And that is why this thing is going to sell. We make them, we own them. They're real. And the world's just changed." Um, wake up.

Tamara and Herc/Chiron -- Ah, gotcha now: Heracles tried to heal the wounds of his old friend/teacher, the immortal centaur Chiron, with the blood of the Hydra; Chiron was in agony but couldn't die (forgot that part until now) until Prometheus stepped in to take Chiron's immortality, which also turned out splendidly -- walk into a bank vault, where Heracles in Chiron's body tells the guards to split. They're just code, not people, although MMOs are so repetitive and boring I can imagine somebody actually playing that way. Alone with a mosaic of the Twelve Colonies on the floor,

Herc talks Tamara through a Dance Dance Revolution sequence that Vesta decoded from another puzzle in the game ("It was encoded on manhole covers," he says, which whole discussion is altogether fucking awesome.) Picon, Caprica, Gemenon, Picon, Tauron. The floor CGI's itself all Q*Berty and then coins start flying up like doves, or butterflies, or leaves; he vacuums them up with that same thing, but then an alarm goes off and guards appear. Tamara, because she is living code, vanishes them with a wave of her hand, and it's pretty fantastic. "Gods! What are you?" Um, no. Just the one, I think. (Or the One. I'll stop.)

Joseph gets all in Willie's face about doing his homework, but Willie would prefer to click a pen over and over, faster and faster, until Joe screams so loud and then essentially realizes that, short of beating him, he lost control of this situation a mile back. Luckily, Sam and Larry show up to talk Joe through this latest bullshit: Specifically, to perform the Tauron rites and let go of Shannon and Tamara before Willie actually loses his mind. "Too Tauron for you, maybe. But not for your son. You're losing him... Look past yourself and perform the rites, brother."