This episode focuses on Fringe Division's efforts in finding a man with the uncontrolled ability to affect electrical energy, thanks to the work of a wanted rogue scientist. Meanwhile, Olivia Dunham sees visions of her deceased lover, John Scott.
This episode's glyphs spell:
Joseph Meegar's powers created uncontrollable power surges when he got stressed or angry.
The Observer exits the elevator seconds before it crashes.
There is a flyer on a pole outside of the cafe where the Observer is eating in 'The Arrival' that says "UNLOCK YOUR HIDDEN POTENTIAL", which is the slogan on the ad that Joseph Meegar responds to in 'Power Hungry'.
In 'Power Hungry' there is a coffee mug with an INtREPUS logo on it next to the news report playing at BiCoastal Parcel Service. INtREPUS gets investigated in 'The Cure'.
- Project 491 - Exploration 7 -
Miller/Munger/What's-his-name's extraordinary neural pathways must sustain a Na/K ionic transport system far stronger than that of a normal human. I cannot help but wonder if the man understands how special he has become. Does he reject his newfound power as alien? Or does he heed the words of my poetic namesake and embrace it as part of his being:
I sing the body electric,
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul.
Did you ever chance to hear the midnight flight of birds passing through the air and darkness overhead, in countless armies, changing their early or late summer habitat? It is something not to be forgotten.
But there is always something forgotten. We all step willingly into the River Lethe, when memory is a burden and forgetfulness a blessing. What I would give to forget those endless Wednesdays, when the quacks at St. Claire's would force us to make pasta collages. I told them I could design a revolutionary low-flow toilet if only I had penne, but the bastards would give me only elbow macaronis and shells! So many memories left behind in that mirthless place... and so many taken. My visitor was a hungry kingfisher, diving and plucking thoughts from the sea of my mind.
Speaking of hunger, I have an enexplicable craving for squab.
But I digress. Now we shall make the birds themselves forget -- realign the magnetite in their beaks -- reprogram their cryptochrome compasses -- reset their perception of magnetic north. Make the flock our lodestone, no meager trick! From Paumanok starting I fly like a bird. If only these creatures would point their beaks to my forgotten place, the last hidey-hole. Would they fly in a golden spiral?