In last season's finale of The 100, Clarke found herself in a facility that was clearly neither Grounder nor Reaper. But does this new, more technologically advanced clan of Earth-dwellers represent a sanctuary for our space teens or a fresh danger?
So this is what the 100 were supposed to find at Mount Weather: the subterranean dwellers. Now, the quarantine sign gives a pretty good indication of why Clarke and her fellow teens have been locked in these medical rooms, but Clarke wastes no time breaking out. And really, Mount Weatherians, you should probably restrain your guests until they're convinced of your benevolence, especially if you've got breakable windows within striking distance. Maybe you guys should lead with the chocolate cake.
Clarke is eventually restrained and introduced to President Dante Wallace, the aesthete who leads the undergrounders. They're a largely pale people, terrified of contamination from the outside, and, we're told, they can't survive the radiation on the surface. Wallace also has a clear disdain for the "savages" who live on the ground. (Granted, some of them are cannibals.) But they have nice things—even chocolate, which we're led to believe is thanks to their underground agriculture.
It's not hard to see why most of the teens are swayed by this luxury. They're finally clean, well fed, and given beds to sleep in. But Clarke is naturally suspicious, and not terribly smart about the way she handles her suspicion at first. Lady, if you try to stab someone with a shoe heel, you're just going back in the restraints. Her attempt to open the door to the outside nearly gets her shot. So in the end, she decides to keep her head down and let President Wallace think he's successfully bribed her with art supplies while she quietly plots her escape.
There is, after all, something fishy about these people and all their cake. I'm getting a weird Time Machine vibe off of these people, like they're supposed to be the Eloi to the Reapers' Morlocks, but with their geophysical positions reversed. And if Wallace's people didn't spot any of survivors from the remaining 100 or from the wreckage of the Ark, they weren't looking terribly hard. But they've got medical technology and they've got guns, which makes them formidable potential allies—or foes. Clarke is right to stay on her toes, as long as she doesn't rush to start stabbing people. I'm cautiously optimistic about this new development. It will be interesting to see these 48 survivors living among an Earthbound culture rather than hurling weaponry at them in the woods.
Meanwhile, the adults from the Ark are taking charge, treating the remaining 100 from the camp as general fuck-ups. They easily take out a Reaper and start scolding the kids for their Lord of the Flies ways. We'll see how well you guys do when you've been on the surface a little longer.
But these aren't the only two avenues that have opened up on the show. Lincoln has lugged a poisoned and hallucinating Octavia to his village, where he could be killed as a traitor. The columns and Abraham Lincoln statue (You maniacs! You blew it up!) seem to imply that we're in Washington, DC, which isn't quite on the ocean, though I suppose the Potomac will do in a pinch.
And then there's Thelonious Jaha, who was ready to go to his final rest. He had guided his people to the surface of Earth, and, like a good captain, he was ready to go down with the ship—at least until he heard an infant crying somewhere in the distance. Oh dear. I suppose this means that Thelonious is about to have an arc where he tries to find his way down to Earth for the infant's sake. That's assuming we can rule out Thelonious having gone mad.