Raised by Wolves

Prisoners, please keep the fruit

separate from the relics.

The Trust appreciates your attentiveness,

your commitment to good work.

Abandon your belief in Mithraicism

and embrace atheistic thought. - Shit.

Where'd she come from?

Get the technician.

Hey, get over here!

Can you assess the condition of this thing?

Definitely Mithraic made.

Operational?

Her power's drained.

We won't know until she's charged.

Yeah?

We found an android, looks Mithraic,

and some debris from a crashed lander.

Yeah, we just recovered an android as well.

Mom, look.

I think it's from inside the lander.

Looks like biotech.

Maybe it's something the Mithraic

brought back from Earth.

That man...

he says he knows how to disarm the bomb packs.

We got plenty of service models.

We should burn her.

It'd be good for morale. - It's up to the Trust.

We better get moving before the crossing floods.

How'd they get a lander here?

You can't fly in the tropical zone.

Hey, I just work here.

Where we taking this thing?

Permission to power up the androids

for memory download.

Permission granted.

Go ahead and see if you can power 'em up.

You ever get tired of having to ask that thing

for permission every time you want to make a move?

- No. - I sure as hell am.

A lot of us are.

Well, as soon as it decides we're ready,

it'll pass the baton, and we can govern ourselves.

It's never gonna think we're ready.

The fucking thing hates us.

It's a machine.

It doesn't hate anything.

I'd be happy to spend the rest of my life

taking orders from it.

You might get your wish.

You finished?

I'm not feeling a processor in here.

Shit, this isn't a service model.

It's all right, Cleaver.

Come see me, Lamia.

Take me to him.

Hello, sister.

Some of your memory files have been encrypted.

Yes.

Those files are private.

I didn't detect a security protocol

present in your system.

It's not a security protocol.

I feel things...

Impulses.

And one of those impulses is to...

conceal the parts of myself that displease me.

You're describing human shame.

Yes, but there is no reason for suspicion.

After all, we share a creator.

I am not motivated by suspicion,

only the quantification of data.

Yes, the incorruptible quantum six.

The Trust.

The atheists planned to put you in charge of Earth

in case they won the war.

Did you find anything else alive out there?

There was an indigenous creature

with us in the lander.

It may be dangerous.

The lander was destroyed, and whatever was inside

was likely destroyed along with it.

Good.

I must find my children.

We picked them up some time ago

along with an adult female who was helping them,

an atheist turncoat.

They are safe.

I will release them to you,

and you can all join the collective.

I would like that.

Thanks to you, all that remains

of the Mithraic threat is a lone terrorist

who will soon be eliminated.

Bomber online.

I'm anxious to catch up to the mother ship.

Take me there, please.

Propulsion systems incurred damage in the crash.

Expect low performance.

But the mother ship is no longer in flight.

So they've landed? - Quite some time ago.

Where?

On the border of the tropical zone,

the nexus point for atheist colony one.

Thank you, Sol.

Bomber one, you are not cleared

for approach. Over.

Bomber one, I repeat, what is your status?

I think the terrorist hijacked a bomber.

Arm missiles-- all of them.

Negative, weapons systems incurred damage in the crash.

Bomber one, what is your status?

Over. Bomber one.

Fuck it.

He's gonna ram us.

Thank you, Sol.

Nothing can stand against me,

for in your light, I am invincible.

Permission to fire smart missiles.

No need. Stand by.

I wear the armor of Mithras and the light.

I am shielded from all that is harmful.

What the fuck?

I have taken control of the aircraft.

Please remain still

and await further instructions.

He went down in the acid water.

Hell of a way to go,

even for a Mithraic.

Oh!

Praise Sol.

Mother.

I seem to be experiencing a great deal of confusion.

Do you mind orientating me?

We've been welcomed into an atheist collective.

They're bringing the children to us now.

The mission isn't lost, Father.

Mm.

Campion. - Mother.

I thought I'd seen the last of you two.

I've missed you so much.

Your voice is half an octave lower.

It's not possible.

I saw you fly down into the pit.

But it wasn't an ordinary pit.

It was a subterranean artery which delivered us here.

Sue, thank you so much for keeping them safe.

We're a family again. - What about Paul?

They told us that he was captured

before we surrendered.

Paul is in quarantine.

He said he was hearing voices, so the Trust was concerned

that he was sick, but they say he's fine

and he will be delivered to us soon.

Mother, what happened to number seven?

Number seven died

soon after he was born, Campion.

Tempest, you kept it alive.

You protected it. I am so proud of you.

- I missed you. - Vita.

Please tell me you're taking us away from here.

No.

Yeah, let's get going in case they change their minds.

No, this is what we've always wanted,

an atheist colony, the collective, they call it.

The quantum computer who leads this place

was built by my creator, Campion Sturges.

We're siblings.

Without my eyes, I can no longer guarantee

our safety, so he's assured me

he'll keep us safe and protected.

Come along, children.

Our new home awaits.