Conflicts of the last progenitors

The blank slate is replaced by a shot of Chief Bjorlsson, seated upon a brown leather sofa. He has aged twenty-six years since the previous transmission: his hair is white, his drooping nose and ears are bigger and his face is wrinkled.

The haunted old man stares at his hands.

CHIEF BJORLSSON (CONT'D)

Hello Sven.

(he CLEARS his throat)

Your mother passed on a few weeks

after that last one. Sorry I

haven’t been in touch sooner. I

meant to, I just didn’t.

(he fidgets)

I hope you’re alright. Things are

very difficult these days, for all

of us. The thought of you out

there...

Chief Bjorlsson looks up and points to the sky. He returns his gaze to his knobby fingers.

CHIEF BJORLSSON (CONT'D)

The thought of you out there, gives me hope.

The sad old man looks at the camera, his eyes agleam with tears.

155.

CHIEF BJORLSSON (CONT'D)

Thank you for that.

The screen turns white.

Flooded with warring emotions, Sven stares at the blank panorama.

SVEN

You’re welcome.

Titlecard: Eight Earth-Standard months later INT. CRYOGENIC VAULT 20

The cryogenic room is lit by a yellow bulb in the middle of the floor. Twenty-five humans and three manacled sculptors-their talons removed- hang frozen and drained within the turquoise bags suspended from a metal runner in the ceiling.

Amongst the preserved bodies is Lo-Cheun, sans Fleischwerk arm, frowning; a photo of Neredth is clutched in his hand.

Several bags behind him hangs Graynose, sans Fleischwerk proboscis, relaxed for the first time in over two years.

EXT. OUTER SPACE

Eleven Handyman units apply themselves to the damaged portions of Elysabeth. The Fleischwerk-driven spheres weave venous nets over the blue foam that fills her sutures.

ELYSABETH’S VOICE

Once my children were safely

frozen, I shut down and began

repairs.

INT. GILL ROOM #5 - SAME

The walls of the plasma-filled room are lined with Fleischwerk gills from which bubbles percolate. A translucent HANDYBOY unit slices into the infected north wall with a glass scalpel. Black pus spills like squid ink into the submerged enclosure.

ELYSABETH’S VOICE

Bad blood was purged; damaged

tissue excised.

156.

Titlecard: 2998 (Seventeen years later) EXT. OUTER SPACE

Elysabeth’s sutures are covered-over with dull metal; replacement eyes and powerscopes adorn her hull.

ELYSABETH’S VOICE

Once I had healed, our second

journey began.

The one-hundred and seventy-two thrusters in her legs fire, glaring like exploding suns. Elysabeth soars.

INT. CRYOGENIC VAULT 34 - SAME

Hanging from the metal runner in Cryogenic Vault 34 is Sven, curled-up and drained. Behind him is Mlissa, similarly preserved.

Behind the athlete is the curled-up form of a BABY GIRL, behind that infant is the form of her twin, a BABY BOY. Sewn into their tiny one-piece suits are their names: Getren and Kenneth.

ELYSABETH’S VOICE (V.O.)

My children slept for many years

before the Dragonflies and I found

Option-2.

Cut to black.

The End.