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  • We were once mankind.

  • We were humanity.

  • And now...

  • We're no more than pests.

  • Vermin.

  • They came here to exterminate us.

  • They took our history and culture.

  • They covered our landmarks in dying humanity.

  • The wail of the dying carried for miles.

  • They're building some kind of breeding facility

  • for those that survive.

  • People that have defected say it's worse than Hell,

  • humans becoming some kind of surrogate incubators

  • for the alien young.

  • They killed us in waves when they first arrived.

  • They built these megastructures that spew methane,

  • manufacturing their atmosphere.

  • They've sown their crops,

  • snuffing out our plant life,

  • raising the global temperature, causing our cities to flood.

  • They waged war on Earth.

  • They set fire to our forests.

  • It's already hard to breathe...

  • impossible to breathe if you are close to the stacks.

  • Rats...

  • insects...

  • humans...

  • they hack into our psyche,

  • into our minds,

  • paralyzing us,

  • taking control of the cerebrum and the limbic system,

  • rendering us slaves.

  • We've been able to design a brain barrier

  • that protects us from their influence.

  • They know we can't produce enough of these for everyone,

  • that it's just a matter of time

  • before the entire planet is theirs...

  • but we're survivors.

  • Scrounging enough to eat...

  • gathering enough morale to fight.

  • [distorted voices over radio]

  • I wonder if deep down,

  • each person knows we're already dead.

  • I wonder if only one, sick, primordial instinct

  • keeps marching us forward aimlessly.

  • Every rational thought tells us it's over.

  • Every vile, deceptive, chemical emotion

  • tells us it isn't.

  • We are sold a different story by our politicians.

  • Come with us!

  • Do not be afraid!

  • They want what's best for us!

  • Come on.

  • They have built a conservatory for us!

  • Paradise!

  • Put down your guns!

  • There it is.

  • Come on, freaky-faced fuck. Come on.

  • Come with us!

  • Do not be afraid!

  • They have built a conservatory!

  • Come with us, friends!

  • Come on, come on, come on.

  • ...paradise!

  • I'll go to the new conservatory.

  • Take me with you, please.

  • There it is. There it is.

  • [gasping]

  • [click]

  • [laughing]

  • Every once in a while, something goes our way.

  • Just one in a thousand.

  • Just enough to keep fighting.

  • [cheering]

  • A glimmer of hope.

  • People will pay for this.

  • They always do.

  • Even for small victories,

  • it would seem that everything was lost.

  • Humanity would soon cease to exist.

  • [groaning]

  • [gasping]

  • Until they arrived,

  • like angels carried on the rays of the Aurora Borealis.

  • Like a biblical salvation.

  • The new world altered everyone.

  • Adapt or die, it was as simple as that.

  • In the old world, Nosh would have been locked up.

  • A pyromaniac, a bomb-maker...

  • but here, he not only survived, he thrived.

  • [flying overhead]

  • [death metal blasts]

  • Nosh could make just about anything out of scavenged junk.

  • Bombs, brain locks... anything.

  • We needed him, and he knew it.

  • How many you got?

  • Uh, four.

  • No.

  • We need more than that.

  • Sure, yeah.

  • And payment?

  • You can do the usual?

  • Yeah, yeah, sure.

  • What about the...

  • the item?

  • We've heard about it.

  • Yeah, um...

  • It's not for sale.

  • You piece of shit.

  • [laughing]

  • You don't fuckin'...

  • Wait.

  • My friend...

  • we need your help. You know that.

  • Yeah.

  • Everything has a price,

  • and we can pay you.

  • Sure.

  • Hmm.

  • Hey, Jasper.

  • I'm glad these fucking things came here.

  • They mean that I get to burn whatever I see.

  • Every day.

  • Every night.

  • No laws.

  • No fucking jails.

  • The fire...

  • The fire.

  • What is it with you and the fucking fire?

  • Fire!!!

  • I'll die and perish in the fire someday.

  • You say you need my help?

  • For what?

  • For a fucking hope for things to go back to the way they were?

  • [laughing]

  • Just give me... gimme some bait.

  • Some bait?

  • I just need some bait,

  • some of your people...

  • some of your people,

  • some of the sick you don't need.

  • I'm two seconds away

  • from blowing this motherfucker's head off.

  • Oh, it would be so good. So much fun.

  • Just a little more!

  • Gimme some bait.

  • Gimme some bait.

  • It'll make the "boom" bigger.

  • I'll take out an entire convoy.

  • That'll help you, right?

  • I have enough ordnance to make this fire breathe.

  • You're an interesting person, Nosh.

  • Have fun in the fire.

  • Oh, I will.

  • [laughing]

  • Some sick people in exchange for Nosh's item.

  • In peacetime, such an offer would be insane.

  • Immoral.

  • But now... anything's possible.

  • [Carl]: Ma'am, we've done everything we can.

  • He's not responding.

  • All right. Let's go.

  • We picked up Amir in Sector 7.

  • At first, they thought he was dead,

  • some refuse from one of their experiments.

  • Amir?

  • Amir?

  • Amir... Hey.

  • I'm not going to hurt you.

  • Look at me.

  • You can help us.

  • [Carl]: Kill him.

  • Just fucking kill him.

  • All that shit they put in his head.

  • -He's not even one of us-- -Stop.

  • I'm not going to hurt you.

  • I know what they did.

  • [he startles]

  • It's okay.

  • Let's get this off.