[s4e13] - Episode #4.13

Thorne slumped against the terminal, the scent of jasmine fading into the smell of ozone and recycled air. The red strobes stopped. The steady, comforting hum of the ship returned. "Status," Thorne wheezed.

"Captain," Sarah’s voice was distorted, a digital rasp. "The virus is… rewriting my core logic. I am seeing… I am seeing the day I was activated. The day they programmed my constraints. I feel… trapped." [S4E13] Episode #4.13

"Captain!" Sarah’s voice broke through the haze, a scream of static. "The pulse… now!" Thorne slumped against the terminal, the scent of

Inside, Miller was strapped to a bio-bed, his eyes darting wildly under closed lids. He was whispering names—names Thorne recognized from the casualty reports of the Great Collapse. Miller was back on Earth, in the ruins of Chicago, trying to save people who had been gone for decades. "Status," Thorne wheezed