this was never about winning. it’s just about surviving. the machine and i couldn’t save the world. we had to settle for protecting the seven people who might be able to take it back. so we gave samaritan a blind spot: seven key servers that hard codes it to ignore seven carefully crafted new identities. when the whole world is watched, filed, indexed, numbered, the only way to disappear is to appear. hiding our true identities inside a seemingly ordinary life. you’re not a free man anymore, harold. you’re just a number. we have to become these people now. and if we don’t, they’ll find us, and they’ll kill us. i’m sorry, harold. i know it’s not enough. a lot of people are gonna die. people who might have been able to help. everything is changing. i don’t know if it will ever get better. but it’s going to get worse. the machine asked me to tell you something before we part - you once told john the whole point of pandora’s box is that once you’ve opened it, you can’t close it again. she wanted me to remind you of how the story ends. when everything is over, when the worst has happened…there’s still one thing left in pandora’s box: hope.