[voiceover] The ratio is always the same. 1 to 1.618 over and over and over again. Patterns are hidden in plain sight, you just have to know where to look. Things most people see as chaos actually follow subtle laws of behavior; galaxies, plants, seashells. The patterns never lie, but only some of us can see how the pieces fit together. 7,089,360,000 of us live on this tiny planet, this is the story of some of those people. There's an ancient Chinese myth about the red thread of fate, it says that the gods have a red thread around everyone of our ankles and attached to all the people whose lives are destined to touch. This thread may stretch or tangle, but it'll never break. It's all predetermined by mathematical probability, and it's my job is to keep track of those numbers to make the connections of those who needs to find each other, the ones whose lives need to touch. I was born 4,161 days ago, on October 26, 2000, I've been alive for 11 years 4 months 21 days and 14 hours, and of all that time, [whispers] I've never said a single word.
S1 E1Pilot
[cautioning Clea about not touching Jake] I wouldn't do that if I were you. Not unless you want to spend the next three hours peeling him off the ceiling.
The whole cosmic wheel of humanity comes down to just electromagnetic energy and connections. There are those among us – mostly kids – whose sole purpose is to act as air traffic controllers for that interconnectivity.
My son doesn't even talk.
Unnecessary, outdated. An evolutionary speed bump, like your pinky toe.
[voiceover] The ratio is always the same: 1 to 1.618 over and over and over again. The patterns, mathematical in design, are hidden in plain sight. You just have to know where to look. Seven billion, eighty-million, three hundred sixty-thousand people, and only a few of us can see the connections. Today, we'll send over 300 billion emails, 19 billion text messages, yet we'll still feel alone. The average person will say 2,250 words to 7.4 other individuals. Will these words be used to hurt or to heal? There's an ancient Chinese myth about the red thread of fate. It says that the gods have tied a red thread around every one of our ankles and attached it to all the people whose lives we are destined to touch. This thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break.
S1 E21+1=3
[voiceover] My name is Jake, I was born 4168 days ago, October 26, 2000, live on this small planet with other people 7.080.360.000, this is the story of some of them. On average, a person will say 2250 words per day to 7.4 other people. We send over 300 billion emails, 19 billion text messages in addition to this giant mosaic of patterns and proportions. The diagrams, mathematical models, are hidden in plain sight, you just need to know where to look, but only some of us see how the pieces fit together. It is all predetermined by mathematical probabilities, my job is to connect those numbers to those destined to meet, those whose destinies are touching. I was born October 26, 2000, I am alive for 11 years, 4 months, 28 days and 15 hours and all this time, I never said a word. But no matter, now I have someone who can hear me.
[voiceover] 7 billion people on a small planet, suspended in the vastness of space and we are alone. The meaning of all this is the great mystery of our fragile existence. Perhaps the fact of being alone in the universe unites us, makes us depend on each other for small things, creating a quantum correlation between you and me, between us. And if this is true, then we live in a world where anything is possible.
S1 E3Safety in Numbers
[voiceover]There are 3 million species of animals living in tropical rainforest, and one of them, the redfire ant, lives underground, under constant threat of annihilation from flash floods. Nature doesn't care, if a species wants to survive, it has to prove it deserves to. When the floods come, fireants hold on to each other, creating a living raft that could float untill the water recedes, months if necessary. So how does the species figure something like that out? Instinct? Trial and error? Was there one fireant that was being swept away by the rushing water, and grabbed on to another ant, only to find that together, they could float? What if you were that one who knew what needed to be done, but you had no words? How do you make the others understand? How do you call for help?
[voiceover] Human beings are not the strongest species on the planet. We're not the fastest, or maybe even the smartest. The one advantage we have is our ability to cooperate... to help each other out. We recognize ourselves in each other, and are programmed for compassion, for heroism, for love. And those things make us stronger, faster...and smarter. It's why we've survived. It's why we even want to.
S1 E4Kite Strings
[voiceover] Human beings are hardwired with the impulse to share our ideas, and the desire to know we've been heard. It's all a part of our need for community. That's why we're constantly sending out signals and signs, and why we look for them from other people. We're always waiting for messages- hoping for connection. And if we haven't received a message, that doesn't always mean it hasn't been sent to us. Sometimes it means we haven't listened hard enough.
Normally we wouldn't hold an item for so many years, but… it was a wedding ring, after all.
It's my wife's ring. That's why she wasn't wearing it.
She couldn't wear it while it was being engraved.
[looks inside the ring] "1+1=3" [chuckles] That's what she used to say when our son was born. Jake made us a family; "One plus one equals three."
Sir, do you still want this ring?
Yes, please.
[voiceover] In spite of all our communication technology no invention is as effective as the sound of the human voice. When we hear the human voice we instinctively want to listen in the hopes of understanding it. Even when the speaker is searching for the right words to say, even when all we hear is yelling, or crying or singing. That's because the human voice resonates differently from anything else in the world. That's why we can hear a singers voice over a full Orchestra. We will always hear the singer, no matter what else surrounds it.
S1 E5Entanglement
[voiceover] Four hundred ninety-thousand babies will be born today. Each of them unique, and each one of them a link in the greater human chain. And the moment their umbilical cord is severed, they'll become an individual with their own hopes, dreams and desires. But, in fact, each one of us is actually made up of a dozen systems which, in turn, comprise sixty-trillion cells, and those cells house countless proteins, DNA organelles. What appears to be an individual is actually a network. Each one of us is, in fact, a living, breathing community, but it doesn't stop there. Why would it? Every individual hope you harbor, every dream you attain, every desire you fulfill has an impact far greater than you can imagine. At least that's how it looks from where I'm sitting.
[Arthur Teller goes to the hospital after he sees Jake's image expand mathematically out of the computer screen]
Dad, you're sick. Let me help you.
If you want to help, get me to a scanner.
No, I've been down this rabbit hole before, and you know what's there? Rabbits.
B-but it's different this time, Maggie. You know, they don't even know I've found the boy.
What is it gonna take to get through to you? The last time you did this, you lost everything.
They took it from me!
No, you imploded, and you dragged me down right along with you. So tell me, how is it gonna be different this time, hmm? Please, talk to Dr. Bennet. You're seeing things that just aren't there.
No. No. I-I'm seeing clearly for the first time in years.
[Martin is a no-show for Jake's evaluation]
If the examiner would be willing to come back tomorrow. Jake? He's just having an off day.
Come on, Clea. We both know tomorrow wouldn't be any different. Jake's nonresponsive, he has difficulty following basic instruction.
He can. He chooses not to. There's a difference. If his father had been here…
Look, I get it. You're pulling for the dad. We all do. But on paper, this one is a mess. Jake's repeatedly run away while in his father's care. The authorities had to be called on multiple occasions. The truth is, Mr. Bohm was part of the evaluation, just not the way you wanted him to be. I'm sorry, Clea, but from where I'm standing, you're betting on the wrong horse.
[speaking Arabic] How could you let the car run out of gas?!
How did I know "E" was bad? They should have picked a more threatening letter!
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