Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Excuse me,
I hid in the only place I thought those monsters wouldn't find me.
Hey, what? Great Catastrophe?
'If you're going to watch, then... pay close attention.
[But that is!]
Get ship.
Come on. Let's start with names, shall we?
Come on. Behave.
Morpheus, Morpheus, Morpheus...
It's changed Triton society forever.
There are no cameras here.
Septembrie 3, 1972
Chief Nagata, this is Chopra. May the...
Not empty.
- Of four? - Cuts, pet.
If we don't hear from them soon,
- The wires, they were like snakes, like it was alive! - Are you OK?
Septembrie 9, 1972
(Sandmen.)
Septembrie 24, 1972
So new.
Friends. We live in a time of unparalleled prosperity.
My guess is that the ones you're using are pretty primitive
or your machines left. Or that's it for your lot.
Those things. They're everywhere.
The doors are not a problem.
Once we get to Triton, he will spread his spores.
Haruka Deep-Ando, 6897. Let me in.
We will sort this, Clara.
Well, you heard what he said. That's the first Morpheus patient!
That's ridiculous. This is getting us nowhere.
An electronic signal that's contained in this recording.
I don't know what to do. I can't save us.
- What?! - Urgh!
'Young, for the responsibility.
And we're to be their food
If they were to get out, to spread... It's like an infection.
I have no choice.
- Don't call me that, ma'am. Give it a rest, pet. - Give what a rest?
May the Gods... Are you there?
- Who the hell do you think you are? - Me? I'm in charge!
You must not watch this.
- So, what are they, then? Sleep pods? - More than that.
You obviously needed 40 winks.
You can't stop them.
Speed things up.
More than that.
That's disgusting!
The future is now.
Are you crew?
Doctor...
NONE OF THIS MAKES ANY SENSE
- There's no nice way to say you're about to die. - What?!
It's OK.
This pod.
You can survive this!
It dragged me in!
but I do almost certainly know how to find them.
'Now you're just being silly. Of course you do!
The dust has been watching us.
I have an idea who.
Let yourself slip into... the arms of Morpheus!
so you can have some idea.
Their visual receptors are being hijacked! But by whom, and why?
- Yeah, you did. - Why did it just grab at me?
Doctor!