Things turn into Jacob's Ladder as a barely conscious Aeryn is wheeled down a corridor with banks of lights in the ceiling. Captain Jenek: "Can you retrieve incumbent knowledge from fetal DNA?" Which is: lame, except for how wormholes aren't science, they're art. Except for how it was his father the Ancient who gave them to him. Except for how this is about bodies, not minds. "Not here, but the med labs on Katratzi might be able to," says the Nurse by Aeryn's side. "What have you done?" Aeryn struggles to alertness; the Nurse hisses at her: "I've saved your life." Captain Jenek, very excited: "You realize what this could mean? If this is Crichton's child, we could learn all he knows about wormholes from this fetal DNA." The Nurse is like, "Um, this just in!" Aeryn begins to scream.
Commercial and now Aeryn's in a spiky House On Haunted Hill kind of ugly Scarran design-sense chair: arms cruciform in cages of curved spikes, legs straight out. She's not alone, in the sense that there are other prisoners in other chairs; they've changed her outfit for her as well. "Djancaz-bru, I'm going to say this again because I don't think you heard me last time. Just get a message to him. Let him know where I am, so he can find me." Maybe she did. I don't guess it matters. Another prisoner, female, with slightly more neck than Jeffrey Sebelia, sniffs. "I didn't think Peacekeepers had gods. I thought they believed in the Warrior Code: Battle and Die and all that dren." Aeryn, startled, looks around at her; she's kind of lizardy with an Aussie face. Another prisoner speaks: "Is there a Peacekeeper here? Can she help us?" The neck lady, Morrock, sniffs again: "She can't even help herself. She's praying."
Nurse appears. "Whose child is it? Captain Jenek will force it from you. He believes that if he can find the human's child, the Scarrans will reward him. Right now, he's dreaming of palaces and virgins." Nice. Aeryn says she's happy for him. "I warn you: he won't kill you. But unless you tell him what he wants, he'll make you wish you were dead." Aeryn breathes out, slow: "I have dozens of embryos inside me. I recreated with...so many people." Nurse knows better. "No. Just one." Aeryn makes a joke so meta it'll do your dishes for you: "No, really. 'PK Trelk Girl,' that's what they used to call me." Nurse warns her to talk to the others, the women prisoners: "They'll tell you. We can keep you drugged and asleep, or we can make things...hard and ugly. Worse than you can imagine." The lights dim as she leaves. Aeryn shakes.