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How did I survive that?

It was some damn fall.

Shit. My comm's busted.

My thermal's busted too.

I should have got
snapped in half

and died on the way down,

instead of slowly turning
into a meat popsicle.

Timo?

Timo!

Timo, I'm down here.

Timo.

Mickey?

T... timo!

- Timo, I'm down here.
- Mickey.

You haven't died yet?

- No.
- Hold on.

Shit.

Your flamethrower's still good.

Not a single scratch.

It's a good thing I thought
to come down here.

Weapons will be happy
to see this.

Hey, I'm gonna
turn this in, okay?

I can take it.

You're not mad, right?
That I'm just taking this?

I mean, it's not looking
very good for you, right?

Also, line only goes this far.

Yeah, no, we... we're cool.

You shouldn't have to
take the risk.

Yeah, that's what I'm saying.

Plus, they're gonna reprint you
back out tomorrow anyway.

Yeah.

Hey, Mickey.

Yeah?

What's it feel like to die?

I'm sure you're used to it
by now. Still...

How many times is this?

You're Mickey... 16?

17. Jerk.

18 after this one.

Well, it was nice knowing you,
have a nice death.

See you tomorrow.

Great.

Why not?

That's a pretty big one.

Hopefully, I'll just
get swallowed in one go.

It's got to be better
than slowly freezing to death.

I guess.

Or maybe not.

But they just
printed me out again

every time I died.

All my data is saved, and
I just get a whole new body.

They do all this, kind of,
regular uploads of memories

and my personality traits...

And re-implant it back
in my brain.

That's some
crazy technology, man.

Let's just say it's...
It's advanced.

It's very advanced.

Yes.

Come on, come on.

Wait. Would you just
hold on a second?

Just like...
Calm down. Calm down.

Just relax, breathe.
That's right, breathe.

Yes!

The whole body printing

and memory transplanting thing,

to be honest, was so
ridiculously ahead of its time,

that it caused so many, like,
ethical fights

and religious blah, blah, blah,

that it was actually
banned on earth,

and they only allow it now
in outer space for expendables.

Like me.

So, from the second
we left the atmosphere,

they made me work my ass off
all the way to this planet.

Gave me
one mission after another.

Tech, what's going on?
The extra cable's here already.

The thing is, Mickey...

Hey, medical,
you wanna tell him?

Tell me what?

Hi, Mickey. How're you doing?

Are you experiencing any
vertigo, nausea or dizziness?

I-I guess I am feeling
a little dizzy.

It's only gonna get worse
from here, Mickey,

with a nice fever too.

Truth is, you're exposed to

unthinkable levels
of radiation right now,

which is why we sent you out
in the first place.

Okay.

If you could give us a full

description of your symptoms.

So, a couple things
I wanna go through

on our cosmic radiation
checklist first.

How long until
your skin starts to burn?

Then, how long
until you go blind?

And of course,
how long until you die?

That's the real nut we're after.

There was this one time

in my fourth grade
science class,

I messed with a lab frog.

I just figured
this all must be my punishment.

Mickey, take off your glove,

so I can see what's happening
under your space suit.

Wow! Did you see that?

Good morning.

- Good morning.
- Keep yourself hydrated, Mickey.

You'll start to feel
extremely parched.

Arkady,
I think the dose was too high.

Who cares, Dorothy? He's
gonna be dead in ten minutes.

Just focus on getting
all the blood samples.

He's gonna bleed
through his eyes,

nose, mouth, ears, and rectum.

Make sure to collect separate
samples from every hole. Okay?

And keep the memory upload going
at the same time.

This Mickey's special,
you know that, right?

Out of all the mickeys, you
will have the shortest lifespan.

- I heard. Ten minutes.
- Well...

Actually, good news,
it's more like 15.

Much better, isn't it?

I would
have been filthy rich by now

with life insurance, except...

Obviously,
expendables are uninsurable.

There's no workers' comp,
no unions, no pension benefits.

Now, I wouldn't be surprised

if you were thinking
at this point,

"well then, why... why did you
do this to yourself?"

Well, because
I had a friend who told me

that one day macarons
would sell better than burgers.

And because
I trusted this shitty friend,

and I got an enormous loan

from a wonderful gentleman
to open a macaron store.

Shit.

All right, all right,

calm down.

I'm well aware
that you have four weeks left.

Just think of this
as a little field trip.

A taste of what may unfold

should you fail to reimburse us
in a timely manner.

Besides, you two have
a lot of time on your hands,

with your little macaron shop
gone under.

This is quite a show you got
on here for me, quite a show.

The message is clear,
I hear you.
I hear it loud and clear,

"I'm late. I'm late.
The money is late."

It's coming.
Two people behind...

Darius blank.
A name I wish I'd never heard.

Mr. Blank isn't all that
concerned with money.

He has plenty.

This building's just one
of his many assets.

Watching his delinquent
borrowers die,

savoring the details of death...

That, he truly enjoys.

The message is clear. You can
stop now. We can stop, you know?

It's... it's... I hear you.

You know, two weeks,
two weeks is all it takes.

All it takes now.
A-A-And more is coming,

there's more coming,
more money is...

More money is, is, is...

We caught that gentleman
four days ago

in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia.

Looks expensive.

Rest assured,
anyone who misses the deadline,

we chase them
to the ends of the earth.

So we decided
to get off of earth.

Nothing was working out, and
I got no family relying on me.

So, I applied
to the colony expedition,

but there's, like,
a million other people

with the same idea.

Seems like the whole
of this rotten planet

was running away from something.

I guess everybody's
got money problems.

But anyway,
we had to get on this ship,

because it was
the last one of the season.

Waves upon waves of people
desperate to leave earth.

It's clear anti-migrationists
are talking to a brick wall

when they insist on
fixing up the earth,

instead of risking lives
by migrating to another planet.

It feels like
these passionate applicants

are already off in space.

More importantly,
this is the expedition

led by former congressman,
Kenneth Marshall,

who lost his last two elections.

Is this failed politician

now trying to establish
a kingdom beyond the stars?

Is it his fanatical supporters

who won him
a generous sponsorship

from a particular religious
organization and corporation?

So many questions
left unanswered.

Let's go and talk to the crowd.

Excuse me, are you
a Kenneth Marshall supporter?

I am. I am, big time.

I am a full-on supporter.

I basically am the one and only.

Are you from
m-Marshall's official channel?

- I'm from ec 20...
- No way.

So Marshall's watching this
right now?

- My god!
- You need to pick me.

I swear, please pick me.

You need people young
and healthy for the expedition.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have another
mild sandstorm today.

Access is now restricted
to gate three.

Please visit our stand for
discounted goggles and masks.

Additional five percent off
with Marshall pay, as always.

The other expeditions
wouldn't take me,

but they're wrong, I promise.

I can fix toilets.
I make gingerbread.

You gotta take me,
give me a shot.

Take us to the clean
star, Marshall and ylfa.

Take me with you!

Expendable.

You're applying to be
an expendable?

Seriously?

You read through
the whole application?

Yeah.

I should have read through it.

I mean, I didn't have
too much of a choice.

I don't have any
bona fide certifications.

I don't really have
any skills whatsoever.

Then I find out
timo's already called dibs

on a position for himself,
as a flitter pilot.

He only just got
his learner's permit

a couple of weeks before.

No idea what he had to
come up with to pull that off,

but you gotta give it to him.

Excuse me.

Is there, like, some
construction going on?

Sorry, what?

You don't hear like a...

Like a ch-chain saw?

No.

I wanted to get
the hell outta there.

Somewhere where the sound
couldn't follow me.

Far out into space.

You read through the paperwork?

Yes.

You read it, so you know, right?

This is gonna be
a pretty extreme job.

But it's also gonna be fun.

I'll explain all the details.

I got so
distracted by that smell,

the smell of this woman's hair.

It was like it brought back

some far away memory,
or something.

That giant tank downstairs
is called a cycler.

It takes organic waste produced
in the spaceship,

apple peels,
chicken bones, rotten eggs,

dead bodies,
human waste, you name it...

Then it combines, refines,
and recycles them

and sends a portion
to this printer.

Raw materials for a human body.

Once you die,
and the committee approves,

it'll print a new version
of your body within 20 hours.

Take your clothes off,
change into this.

I couldn't even
hear anything she was saying.

It was like all of my senses
were focused on my nose.

Like, real déjà vu,
but for a smell.

We're going to do a full scan
of your biodata.

That means you'll be reprinted
exactly as you are right now.

Forever.

I better pop this.

Otherwise,
it will be there every time.

Well, I'm glad she didn't know

about the one on my butt.

So,
after she does the body scan,

she uploaded my memories.

Called it
a "personality backup."

And I gotta do this once a week,

so I don't have any big gaps
every time they print me out.

In the past,
you would have needed

a hard drive the size of
a commercial refrigerator

to copy an adult brain.

Now, this little brick.
Clever, right?

So, I was injected with some

special solution.

It brought back
a flood of old memories.

Too many memories.

We were heading home
from the supermarket.

I asked to sit
in the front seat.

I said, "I'm big enough."

And that's when
I saw the red button.

I just pressed it
and she crashed.

Put it to your head
and pull the trigger.

This is the final requirement
to become an expendable.

Prove to me
you have faith in the system.

From now on,
you need to get used to dying.

This is your job.

I began the
four-and-a-half year journey

as Mickey 1.

When you're stuck in a
spaceship for that long,

food is everything.

-Warning, Mickey 1.

Seven calories over
the current ration allocation.

On that
first day in the cafeteria,

I think I might have
started thinking,

"what have I done?" A little.

The whole room was full of
people eating this crappy food,

and there's total silence,
like, you could hear
a pin drop.

Until, Kenneth Marshall
and his wife, ylfa, walk in.

And a whole bunch of people
just started going nuts.

I was thinking,

"what the hell
am I doing here?"

But that's when I saw her.

Nasha.

That was the first time
I saw nasha barridge.

On day one in this long journey.

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech!

All right, enough. Enough.

Keep that up for one minute
and you waste five calories.

That's two percent
of the precious meal

you're eating right now.

As you know,
our number one priority

is to conserve food resources
until our arrival at niflheim,

so that we maximize
our survival rate.

So, listen up.

Sexual intercourse, for example.

- Each...
- Session.

Session consumes
a whopping 100 calories.

- At least.
- At least.

Depending on the participants,

duration times friction
equals...

The point is, Kenneth is talking
to the committee

about banning
all sexual activity on the ship.

What?

Well, I don't have
a problem with that.

Darling, are you sure this is
the right time to bring that up?

Honey, I'm sorry.
I was just trying to help you.

No. It's okay.

Am I doing okay?
Should I go harder?

- Yes! Yes, go hard.
- All right.

Fellow pioneers,

once we've arrived in niflheim

and we've secured
our food production,

we will launch the greatest

sex encouragement campaign
in history.

You will spread your seed
across the planet.

First we survive!
Then we thrive!

Then we go forth and multiply!

Propagate the species!

We shall infest the land!

Marshall! Marshall! Marshall!

And so we started infesting.

With love.

And then, unfortunately,
this is...

Yeah.
And now do this bit.

Ooh.

- Yeah.
- Come on, it's not that big.

I'm sorry.

Those four years
would have felt like 40

if it weren't for nasha.

She stayed with me
in the best of times...

And kept by my side
in the worst of times.

Not everyone gets lucky enough

to find a soulmate like this.

None of this would have happened

if I'd never
boarded this spaceship,

so all hail the great
loan shark, Darius blank.

Thanks, Darius.

But it wasn't like
I was slacking, though.

I was super busy every day,
taking care of nasha,

and she's
an all-in-one elite agent.

And it's not easy
supporting someone

who's a soldier, a police
officer, and a firefighter.

But what she sees in me,
I got no idea.

I'm just grateful.

But as soon as
I step out the door,

the ship was filled
with mostly... dickheads.

Hey! Mickey, right?

Can we just ask...

Well... what's it like to die?

You know, when you're reprinted?

Yeah, how does that feel?

Come on, just tell us.
We really want to know.

Imagine spending years,

elbow-to-elbow with these bozos.

He won't tell us.

It was enough to push anyone
over the edge.

- "You'd have to kill me first!"
- "Over my dead body!"

Sometimes even nasha,

- who is a model citizen...
- Over your dead body?

Would have to step in
and remind us...

Over your dead body?

That we were
all one big happy family.

Where do you think you're going?

There to help one another.

There to have
each other's backs.

A tight-knit
harmonious community.

What do you say?

And the committee has reduced

Mickey 9's rations by half

and assigned him
to manual cycler cleaning

until further notice.

Congrats, man!

Hey, Mickey.

You must be hungry.
Have some more.

Thanks, Kai.

Do you change your shampoo?

Shampoo?

There's only one shampoo
in this entire spaceship.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

It was a very long trip

- in a beautiful community.
- Hi.

But, nasha was obviously
my one and only, you know.

For real.

And as for my one and only job,
I was proud of it.

Felt like
I was part of the team.

Matthew! Matthew!

- I'm on the last level!
- Come on, hurry up!

Quickly!

My brother travelers...

- And sisters.
- And sisters.

It is long that we have come,

four years together
in this ship.

And I, we, love you
like our very own family.

And here we are,

right below us awaits
our very own planet of purity.

What the fuck is wrong with him?
He's so annoying.

Maybe he has the flu
or something?

Like a virgin vanilla ice cream.

Touched for the very first time.

It's gonna be really cold.

Whoever's going down there first
is gonna freeze to death.

That's it, Mickey.
Deep breaths. Fill your lungs.

Imagine there's
an unknown virus in the air

and you're sucking in

every single microscopic
particle floating around.

All the viruses
fill every alveoli.

So good!

So good! Brilliant.

There really was
an unknown virus in the air.

A lethal one.

Dorothy! Dorothy!

Wait. He's alive.

So fucking what?

I'm fine.

Thank you.

In the end,
thanks to the lab rats,

Mickey 12, 13, 14, 15 and 16,

getting stabbed, gassed, dumped
and burned, we got the vaccine.

My great gift to mankind.

And so,
we didn't need oxygen masks,

and we could see our breath
as much as we wanted.

Look at that, Jennifer.
Ridiculous.

I can't believe we still live
in that thing.

I know, right?

Landfall was ages ago,
and we're still eating

the same crappy
in-flight TV dinner.

Precisely why we ought
to build residential complexes.

You know, grow crops
as soon as possible.

- Yeah, sure.
- You know, spread the seed,

infest the land,
propagate the species.

It's freezing.

Look at that color.

- Yeah.
- It's beautiful...

He's such a klutz.
You should learn some breakfall moves.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Come on.

What's breakfall?

Look at Kai.
Textbook perfect breakfall.

- Yeah?
- Shut up.

Kai. What is it?

God! What is that?

My god!

Get it off! Get it off!

Mickey!

What the fuck, man?
What the fuck? What the fuck?

What was that?
What the heck was that?

I don't know,
but there are more in the hole.

- What...
- Let's get the fuck out of here.

Come on, Mickey, let's go!

Go, go, go. Move! Move!

Jennifer!

Thank you.

Mickey. Mickey, it's Marshall.

You fucking
useless little asshole!

You're an expendable!

You're here to be expended,
damn it!

And why is Jennifer chilton,
a precious, fertile female,

- dead and not you?
- Come to my room.

- Honey, try this.
- Leave me alone.

That's what
I want to know. Disgusting.

Really?
You don't like my sauce?

No, no, no, no, darling.

- Those things, look at them.
- The fuck's going on?

They're vicious, aren't they?

Hungry's more like it.

Hey, you! Stand still.
Don't move.

They lust for human flesh.

They're creepy.

Honey, that's perfect.

You should call them "creepers".

I'll call them "creepers".
I'm calling them "creepers".

Preston, are you listening?

Expendable, I've decided,
and the committee,

that going forward,
your rations will be halved.

So, my shift doubled.

Fourteen hours every day,
seven days a week,

until I brought home
a creeper sample.

Timo! Timo!

Mickey, sexy chewy,
your favorite.

Chose it myself. Enjoy!

How did I survive that?

Mickey!

You haven't died yet?

What's it feel like to die?

Even on my 17th
go-around, I really hate dying.

Still.

Always.

Every time.

Bon appétit.

Where am I? What's going on?

I'm not coming out
of the printer?

I'm still 17.

Why didn't that thing eat me?
I was passed out.

Did I not look tasty enough?

God. It...

It was saving me for the kiddos.

What a great mom.

Please just make it quick.

Come on guys, big bites.
Big bites!

Where are you taking me now?

Has my meat gone bad
after all that reprinting?

Hey.

I'm still good meat.

I'm perfectly good meat.

I taste fine.

Ditching me out here
in the middle of nowhere.

It's not cool!

Hey! Hey!

Stop!

Hey!

Hey. Hey!

Keep it coming!

- Hey wait! Stop!
- Bring it in!

No, stop!
You can't come through.

- What?
- I said stop.

- What's wrong?
- What is it now? Shit!

Hey, look how big that rock is.
Are you blind?

You can't just have
the authority

-to bring something
like that in.

You think you can jam something
that huge through here?

Science requested it,
so don't give me shit about it.

You try to jam it in,
and scratch anywhere

on this gate, my gate,
it's on you.

On me? How?
Blame the guys in science.

They cut into the site,

but I got specific orders
to bring it as is.

Well,
I don't fucking care, okay?

They're in a meeting over there,
I can't reach them.

I'm not taking the fall
for this.

Every time you come in here,

my gate, gate three,
you act like you own the place.

Why would I
wanna own this shithole?

You should
shut the fuck up, okay?

You know what?
You need to get laid.

Fuck you!

Damn, Mickey!

Didn't expect
to see you out there today.

Wait. Is that the time?

It's 3:30?
That doesn't make any sense.

That's right, that's it.

Straight down, hold your line.
Hold your line.

Do you remember...
Do you remember when I left?

- What did you say?
- Hold your line.

No. No, no, wait, buzzard.
That's not how you do it. Jeez!

Shut it off at the mains.
The switch. Hey!

No, no, don't. Stop! Stop!

Shit! What did I tell you?

Fucking shitbrain.

- Coming through. Line out.
- Hi, Steve.

It's that time again.

The dinner of your dreams
with Kenneth Marshall.

Who will be this month's
lucky guest of honor?

A grand surprise awaits.

Hang on to your ship,
because the dove of luck

just might come
fluttering its wings

with an invitation for you.

From dove, with love,
over and out.

What is this?

Why aren't you dead?

No. God. God.

No, no, no.

You're 18?
They printed you out today?

What the fuck is going on?
According to timo,

you should be sliding out of
one of those creeper's assholes

right about now.

Do you have to put it like that?

God. I'm completely fucked.

What do you mean?

We're multiples.

I gotta kill you.

Kill me?

I mean, you should
probably kill yourself

if one of us has to die.

It's been, like,
two hours since I was printed.

I've barely had a life.

Well, I was never dead,
so you don't count.

Go back to the cycler!

Multiples.
Where do I even begin?

Mankind is not equipped
to deal with

the legal and ethical
implications

of adopting
this human printing technology.

Please tell me,

can any of you
honestly guarantee

that the technology
will not be abused?

No one in their
r and d department

could come up
with a convincing answer.

But the real problem was that

one of the brains
behind human printing

turned out to be
a certified psychopath,

Alan manikova.

I think it's him.

Are you sure?

There was this series

of particularly brutal murders

targeting homeless people,

and only one eyewitness account.

But it matched Alan manikova's
appearance to a tee.

The cops thought
they had their man,

except manikova had
a sure-fire alibi.

At the time of the murder,

he was getting his make-up done
for a children's science show.

Come and help me
with the red blood cells

and the white blood cells,
please?

But the cops had his number.

When they raided
manikova's house,

they brought two sets
of handcuffs and warrants.

They were on to him. Or rather,
they were on to them.

Which one's manikova prime?

You?

Or you?

Yep, there were two.

One for the murder
and one for the alibi.

Manikova had printed
another manikova

without the company knowing.

And so
here's a question for you,

are they accomplices or did one
act under the other's orders?

Are these separate,
independent crimes,

or were they one person
from the get-go?

They only get half portions
in jail,

or do they get a full meal each?

Police, legal experts,
philosophers,

everyone was stumped.

But while manikova 1 and 2
were both

locked up
in an interrogation room,

another homeless man
was brutally murdered.

Lo and behold, manikova 3.

I think it was
some cheap tabloid reporter

who called them multiples,
or some professor or something.

Whoever came up with it,
it stuck.

And pretty soon the word
"multiples"

spread fear and contempt.

So multiples are an abomination.
They destroy the natural order.

Each soul shall
only have one body. Right?

One soul, one body.

The lord, he only blesses
this one-to-one union.

But former congressman Marshall

does have a point
worth considering.

It would be a shame
not to explore

the potential application
of this advanced technology.

I was happy to receive an
invitation from this committee.

You were subpoenaed,
Mr. Marshall.

Sure, sure. In any case,

I want to take this opportunity
to speak

as an expedition commander.

Human printing is a sin.

Multiples are Satan's work.

However, I've been contemplating
how can we use

this abomination
for our common economic benefit.

I propose...

A trial run of human printing
far from earth

under the strictest oversight.

Limiting such individuals to
one per expedition, per planet,

under the designation,
"expendable."

Multiples,
in the case of multiples,

we exterminate
every offending individual

in totality, mind and body, all
for the sake of public service.

On this niflheim expedition,

all multiples will immediately

be arrested, executed,
and permanently deleted.

My head.

What the hell is this guy?

Nasha told me that
Mickey 3 was whiny and clingy.

5 was, indecisive.

And apparently, 8 was pretty
annoying and kinda stupid,

but none of them
were complete nutjobs.

Even this lunatic is scared
of being a multiple though.

That's permanent deletion.

Trying to trash me
in the cycler.

If one of us has to go...

It ain't gonna be me.

Half it! Half it!

Half, half, half!

- What?
- Half it. Half!

I'll half it with you.

I'll half the rations. We could
split the workload, too.

And we can take turns dying.

And you're 18,
so you can take all even numbers

and i-I'll just cover, like,
19, 21, and the odd numbers.

Are you afraid to die?

Kinda, yeah.

You died plenty of times.
What are you so scared of?

Until now, I died and...

I was just born again, you know.

It felt like it was me
continuing on.

But now...

Once I die...

It'll be over for me.

It'll be you living on.

You get what I mean?

I don't like you.

You're such a little bitch.

But I'm you.

I'm not you.

I'm not gonna live like you.

I'm gonna kill you.

What the fuck, man?
Are you trying to get noticed?

They don't even have cameras.
Take that off, dumbass.

Amateur. Your first time?

No, no.

This is the pure stuff, right?
Undiluted?

Who do you
think you're talking to?

This is pure, uncut oxy.

It's fucking rare.

You only get
two oxyzofol capsules

in one flamethrower, man.

What is that?

I feel it.

What are you doing?

That's not a thing. Open it.

Should we just kill
that son of a bitch?

- I was just joking around.
- What?

Don't act surprised.
Your memories are my memories.

The money he blew.

That bastard put most
of the loans under our name.

In Darius blank's ledger,
we're the ones on the hook.

That needs fact checking.

Have fun, man.

Let's kill him.

Are you crazy?
He-he's, like, my only friend.

Friend? Same orphanage
doesn't mean shit.

Wait, wait.

Timo.

Mickey, what...?

Looks like business
is blowing up?

What're you talking about?

Another junky coming in.

Timo!

Hey! Are you mental?

Wait until I get out of here.
I'm gonna kill you!

The fuck is this?

Come down lower!
You fucking idiot.

Okay. Come on.

Mickey, help me.

What is that? Why is it so red?
That looks hot.

What are you doing?

I want you
to have a go at dying,

you son of a bitch.

What?

Come on!

Stop. Stop!

Is that Mickey?
Hey, what's going on?

Mickey, what are you doing here?

Timo accidentally fell in,
but, he's all right now.

You wanna keep dealing,
motherfucker?

Watch what you say.

What happened? You okay?

What's up with your hand?

Just taking out the trash,
and I tripped into the hole.

I would've been a goner
if not for Mickey.

I almost became cycler dust.

Hey.

You all right?

Told you to stay in bed.
It's only been a few hours

since you were printed.

Yeah, I should've done.

You heard the rumors?

Some guy out there
is dealing undiluted oxyzofol.

What? That's crazy.
That's pretty messed up.

Between us, timo,

a drop here and there before bed
to take the edge off, I get it.

But the pure, uncut stuff
is crossing the line.

Yeah, absolutely.
That's bad.

Nasha, take Mickey home.
I'll wrap up here.

Yes. Thank you.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Well, today I feel like b6.

- B6?
- Yes.

Flying nasha?

It's definitely
the right place for that one.

What's going on with you?

This isn't like you.

B6?

B6 was ours, nasha.

Mickey?

Hey, brother.

I was just headed to your room
to get you, but here you are.

Looking good, Mickey.

Yes, sir. Okay.

You stand there.
Arm around, please.

Great. Good. Big smile,
Mickey, would you?

- Hold that.
- Yeah, big smile. Great.

Sorry. Could you just stand...
Great, thank you.

Okay, and action.

Congratulations.

This month's lucky winner,
the fortunate soul

who'll have the privilege
of a private dinner...

At the camera...
Who'll have a private dinner

with the one and only
Kenneth Marshall is...

Down the barrel.

It's Mickey.

Great. Big smile.

Smile.

There. Amazing. Okay, cut.

Now, Marshall wants you
to come asap, okay?

He's got a whole feast prepared
just for you.

The lord is truly blessing you
today, Mickey.

First, I need to
go back to my room.

You get to stuff
your fucking face, Mickey.

I bet that
freak is probably drooling

all over my beautiful nasha
already.

It's disgusting.

What's even more disgusting
is that I'm drooling

at the thought
of the tenderloin steak

I ordered for Marshall's dinner.

This is so wrong!

So glad you seem
to be enjoying it.

How's the sauce?

Sorry, sorry.
Please, continue.

Yeah, yeah, Mickey.

Listen, going back to everything
that happened with...

Jennifer.

Yes, Jennifer.

Jennifer...

Chilton.

I know, I know.

When we lost
our dear Jennifer chilton,

I may have gotten a little angry

and said some
terribly unkind things.

I know it's late,
and I want to apologize.

He's always like this.

Such an adorable man and then
suddenly he's all cutthroat.

Darling, I'm trying
to make it here. Okay?

Sorry. You're still squishy,
fresh out of the printer.

Continue feeding yourself.

Anyway, we have
another special guest here.

Hi, Kai.

Sorry, I'm late.

- You look very nice.
- Thank you.

Come. Come.

- It's good to see you.
- Sit.

You okay? Emotionally?

Yeah, I feel fine, sir.
Thank you.

I'm glad to hear it, Kai.
I'm so sorry about Jennifer.

I hear you were extremely close.
Your best friend.

But I knew you'd
stay strong throughout it all.

Thank you, ma'am.

But we didn't invite you here
simply to comfort you.

We've had our eyes on you, katz.

On me, sir?

May I ask why?

You're one of us.

With your impeccable genetics,

you are the perfect specimen
for the colony I envision.

Well, thank you, sir.

That's why the church,
I mean, company,

has chosen me
to lead this expedition.

The earth's beyond saving
with all its muddy people.

But you,
you're something special,

and I'm creating a world

on a pure white planet
full of superior people.

Like you. And us.
Isn't that right, darling?

- Yes. It's his vision.
- My vision.

- His sensibilities.
- Sensibility.

But let's be honest, with
your medical records in hand,

you ran to join our expedition

instead of
one of those pathetic planets

where they plant microchips

in their artificially
inseminated baby embryos.

You really are
the perfect candidate

for niflheim's
natural child birthing program,

aren't you, dear?

Mr. Marshall,
am I just a uterus to you?

No! No, no, no.
It's nothing like that, Kai.

No, this man is not one
to objectify women.

All my husband means to say
is he has very high standards.

His only dream is
of a planet exclusively

for a pure human race.

That consumes real crops,
and real meat,

and dinners with delicate,
delicious sauces.

Sauce is the true
litmus test of civilization.

People who devour burnt meat
are barbarians.

Do try the sauce, Kai.
Here, I made it myself.

Thank you.

But first, I'd like to say a few
words in Jennifer's memory.

A prayer.

Always ready for a prayer.

Jennifer, when I first met you
at the cafeteria

four years ago...

You were...

Dear lord...

Jennifer chilton's
one and only soul

was taken
from her wonderful friend, Kai.

Dear lord...

Medical.

Apologies, sir.
This is embarrassing.

The cultured meat
that he just ate

includes an experimental
growth hormone.

Obviously, it's still risky.
I'm so very sorry, sir.

You're sure it's not
because he was eating so much?

He was stuffing
his friggin' pie hole.

No, not quite, sir. You see
the red rash on his neck.

It's a side effect
of the growth hormone.

I'm so ashamed.

I take full responsibility and
resign my position immediately.

No, no, no, not at all.
I mean, artificial meat is crap.

How are we
supposed to improve it

unless we fail upward
to perfection?

No. Arkady...

Stand tall in your failures
like me, my friend.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Commander.

So you are testing out
your in-flight TV dinner on him?

In-flight TV dinner?

Is that what the young troops
are calling it now?

Excuse me.

Are you in a lot of pain?

I'm being punished.

- What?
- It's my punishment.

I should've gone to nasha
and not come here.

Ew.

Dorothy, bring me purple Joe.

Sir, you remember
the special painkiller

we've been developing?

Yeah, purple Joe.

It's a quick fix
for injured agents, right?

Yeah. Since Mickey here
is in such awful pain,

it's a perfect opportunity
to try a little test, so...

- Give it to him.
- Great, all right.

Come on, purple Joe.

Okay, here we go.

Don't touch him, please.

Mickey, can you see me?

Mickey? Mickey!

- Sorry.
- Get back down there.

Mickey? Mickey?

God. God.

My god.

What do we do?

Apologies, sir.
The painkiller's not working.

Don't film this,
Preston. Please, turn it off.

This is better,
right? More humane.

Yes, sir. More humane.

No, no, no. What are you doing?

You can't tear a hole
in my fucking carpet.

Well, we'll just shoot him
from the side.

But what about the blood?

This is a persian tabriz!

Honey, calm down.

Shoot now.

What the hell is going on?

This was supposed to be
a fucking dinner!

He's your guest.

Agent Kai katz, what the hell's
going on with you?

He's a meat matrix.
He's a goddamn print job.

An expendable.

He signed up for this.

Yes, sir.

This is for our planet, agent.

I'm sorry, sir.

Commander.

Please don't shoot.

I'm okay now.

I don't think so.

He still seems
like he's in a lot of pain.

Of course he is.

Are you really okay?

Just... thank you for dinner.

My room's just there. You need
to clean up and rest, Mickey.

Don't worry about me.
I can walk.

I just need to get back
to my room. Nasha's about to...

Actually, we're going to mine.

Here. It's dry.

I drink this
whenever I have a stomach ache.

It's from earth. It's precious.
So I've been saving it.

But I made some for you.

- Thanks.
- Sit.

You know, Mickey,
I didn't want to ask you this.

But just this once, okay?
And I'm so sorry.

What's it like... dying?

You asking because of Jennifer?

Yeah.

We locked eyes
in the last moment.

What did she feel as all that
ice came crashing down on her?

I can't stop thinking about it.

I don't think it's what I...
What I usually feel. It's...

Well, I die so often...

Because you know you're
going to wake up again, right?

Because you die knowing that.

No...

I always feel scared.

It's terrible, dying. I hate it.

No matter how many times
I go through it, it's scary.

Still. Always, every time.

But you're here.

And Jennifer isn't.

Out there.

The entire universe.

She's nowhere.

You don't look like
you were printed out.

You're just a person.

Are you and nasha open?

I have to go.

Nasha, please forgive me.

The guy that
you're having sex with...

That's not me.

That's not me!

You motherfucker.
How dare you touch her!

17!

I knew this would happen
at some point.

Wait, wait, wait. Stand-stand...
Stand next to each other.

Wait, take this off.

What?

Yeah, I want you
to look the same.

My god.

Nasha, h-how can you
laugh right now?

This is a multiples violation.
I'm... I'm as good as dead.

Come on!

When else am I gonna get this
chance? I mean, think about it.

You would be so psyched
if there were two of me.

This is "mild Mickey."
And this is "habanero Mickey."

This is so exciting!

It's so different.

Nasha, you're different, too.
You don't seem like yourself.

Jesus.

You just did oxyzofol with him?

Just a teeny tiny bit,
with a ton of water.

Do you want some?

Yeah, yeah, relax.

Just take it easy.

Nasha!

This piece of shit
just tried to kill me earlier.

Right here in this room.
Look, I was bleeding.

Like you weren't thinking
of trying the same thing.

I saw you sneaking up behind me!

Hey, hey, hey, shut up. Shut up.

Now sit down.

Okay, attention.

From now on, I'm gonna feed
you both as often as I can,

so be good boys,
and don't fight.

Now, 18 tells me you guys
have sorted it out already.

Eat half, work half.

Alternating deaths,
evens and odds.

It's a great system.

Negotiation done,
so everyone just chill.

Okay?

Can you leave us alone
for a second?

Why? What's the problem?

God damn it, I'm leaving.

You're such a baby.
This guy needs some oxyzofol.

You can relax.

Is that the door?

Fuck.

Kai!

Wait up, let's talk.

And talk about what?

I don't care
about your private life.

Okay. Fine. But what's up?

What's the rush?
Where are you going?

I just witnessed a multiples
violation with my own eyes.

As an agent,
I have a duty to report it.

Okay, fine.

But since when have you
been coming to Mickey's room?

This is your first time, right?

What's up with you and Kai, bro?
Why was she here?

Man.
What are we supposed to do now?

She's gonna go
straight to Marshall

and report us, isn't she?

You need to relax.
Nasha's handling it.

She can convince
anybody of anything.

My god. Besides...

This moron is busy
with his clown show.

Who wander in the dust
and lay them

on this beautiful, manly,
handsome, hunking...

This fucker.
Such an attention whore.

Oozing with charisma...
Rock!

And what did that asshole
serve for dinner?

Was it good at least?

You really wanna know
what went down at that dinner?

So, the one with 17
on his chest,

that's the Mickey
that was in my room just before?

And the one you were grabbing?

He's 18, right?

Yeah.

Okay.

You can have 18,
and I'll take 17.

What?

There's two of them.
Why not share?

So, let me get this straight.

You were shitting your pants
on the floor,

and he comes up and stabs you
in the neck with a syringe?

That's what happened?

I wasn't, like,
shitting my pants.

I was just puking up
a little bit.

That's not the point!

I've seen you rubbing up
on Mickey every chance you get,

you fuckface.

You know, I've always wanted
to kick the living shit
out of you.

Nasha, come on,
I'm trying to be considerate.

Mickey 17
was about to double-dip,

if you know what I mean.

Move on from you to me.
In fact, we almost...

Double-dip? Shut up!

Mickey is not some cookie
you can split in half.

17 and 18 are both Mickey.
Both my Mickey.

So, then after Marshall
fucks you sideways,

you really let him
have it, right?
Right?

What did you say?

I just said,
"thank you for dinner."

You said what?

"Thank you for dinner."

Thank you for fucking what?

For putting...
A gun to your head

before he blows your brains out?

God, you're such a little bitch!

Fucking loser!

I guess...
I guess I am kind of a loser.

What?

Is that what you are?

Is it?

It's not your fault.

Amen!

Let's kill that fucker.

This guy with the killing.

"Kill this, kill that.
Why don't we kill everybody?"

You can stay here
and watch TV if you want.

Wait, wait, wait.

You can't negotiate shit
with that attitude.

I mean, Jesus.

You're high on oxyzofol.

Mickey?

Hey, what the...?

- He-he has your gun.
- Gun?

We have to stop him.

What? Where's he going?

Why? Why,
why is commander Marshall

cutting into that big,
beautiful, handsome rock?

Ooh!

Ooh.

Beautiful.
It's sleek, hot, exquisite.

Exquisite.

This is where our names
will be etched.

Mine and yours. And you!

And you! And you! And you!

And you, my beautiful ylfa.

Almost every single one of you

will be remembered
throughout history

as the proud founders
of niflheim's first generation.

Yes!

Our cornerstone black diamond.

Beautiful, shimmering purity.

This rock will become the
symbolic monument of niflheim,

the one and only
pure colony planet.

- The one and only...
- One and only.

Niflheim!

The one and only

- niflheim.
- The one and only!

The one and only!

No, don't touch it, sir.

Maybe it's contagious.

It's contagious!

You touch it, you die!

- Mickey?
- Everyone run!

- Stop! Stop!
- Mickey!

- Stop! Go back!
- Mickey!

Seal the exit!
Isolate the chamber!

-Stay calm, god damn it.

Sterilization.

Initiate stage one. Agents!

Into your Hazmat suit!

- Arkady.
- Yes!

- Move your ass.
- Okay!

Capture it!

Capture it alive!

It's here! It's here! That's it!

That's it.

Get it, get it, get it.

Get... get... god damn it!

Hey, expendable,
you don't need a Hazmat suit.

Catch the goddamn thing!

Catch that thing now, you idiot!

Grab it!

Mickey!

Where's the other Mickey?

I don't know!

Mickey, in here!
In here. Come on!

Come on, we got it! We got it!

- No, no, no.
- Take the gun!

Mickey, no!

Multiples.

Don't shoot.
I've got him under control.

Don't shoot.

Yes. Calm down. Calm down.

We have everything
under control.

You rock, Marshall! Bravo!

Those lowlife multiples have
ruined our precious symbol of...

Kill it!

Get down, sir.

Open fire!

Sterilize me!

Arrest him. Fucking multiples.

Tell the committee
you were aiming at the creeper
behind Marshall.

Otherwise, you could get
permanently deleted.

Fuck that shit.

You really think captain
creampie's gonna let us live?

He's probably gonna
shoot us himself.

He's a nutjob.

Doesn't listen to anybody.

He's the biggest, dumbest nutjob
out of all the mickeys.

And that's saying something.

He screwed my entire life up.

Really?

We all got fucked the minute
you decided not to die

and came crawling home to mummy.

That wasn't my fault.
That was a creeper's fault.

Creeper?

Well, if that creeper's eaten me
like it was supposed to,

then we wouldn't be
in this situation,

but they all kicked me out

and now I'm a goddamn multiple.

They kicked you out?

Yeah.

They were all pushing me
and pulling me,

and I mean, they all threw me
back into the snow.

Maybe I don't look tasty enough
or I smell off.

I don't know.

Maybe if I was in
some kind of sauce.

Hold on.

You're telling me
they saved you?

Think about it.

You should have died
in that crevasse.

The creepers saved you.

Yeah, I guess
if you put it like that...

They were sorta seeing me off.

Maybe I should have
said thank you.

Yeah.

I don't think
they were gonna eat you.

Right?

My god.

We have to report this
to science. They save humans.

Yeah. People need to know this.

They saved me.

Hey. Where's the fucking ladder?

You were supposed to bring
a fucking ladder.

I don't know...

Look, here. Let me help.

Stop. Stop, stop, stop. Stop.
I'll do it myself.

I'm coming down myself.
Get the fuck off.

- Come on.
- Hey, timo.

What are you doing here?

Wow.

You two really are multiples?

But it's you. Yeah, I see it
in that schmuck face of yours.

You're the one
who gave me this. Right?

Oopsie.

Here you go, guys.
You guys must be starving.

Thanks, man.
I knew you'd be coming for us.

What are you up to?

What's all that?

So,

here's the thing.

I need to shoot a video
and send it to earth, asap.

Video? To earth?

Yeah.

It's for...

Darius blank.

Darius blank. Who's that?

Found this at my door today.

It's written by hand.

It's beautiful handwriting.

This is from
Darius blank's associate?

Yeah. His associate.

Fucking, his associate.

You know what I mean?
Like, of course.

Of course, the loan shark
of all fucking loan sharks

would figure out a way
to send one of his guys

to follow us all the way here,

to niflheim,
to where we are, right now!

That's like a million
fucking miles from Ulaanbaatar.

You know what I'm talking about?
Do you know how far that is?

"No matter what pittance
you managed to scrape together,

we found that sending it
to earth will cost you

an intergalactic transfer fee.

More than...
Half the total sum."

The fucking associate!
I have no idea who that is!

I don't know who that is.
Isn't that fucking crazy?

"Send a visual work of art.

A video file that captures
the details of death."

Read the back.

It says chop up into
a minimum of 13 pieces.

Chop up? What the fuck is this?

Hey! What did I say
about the close-up?

Close-up is
more important, okay?

So, take the 32k camera,

and put it over here
for Mr. Darius blank.

You understand?

I'm sorry, Mickey.

Now, you see, it's all there.
Right? In the letter.

If I shoot this video,
and I send it to him,

he'll let me live.

If I don't, they're gonna
send their guy,

and he's gonna kill me first.

What am I supposed to do?

Come on, dude.
If I die, that's it for me.

But you're an expendable.

They'll just
print you right back out.

Please, Mickey, I'm your friend.

Okay, please, do this
for your friend. One time.

You gotta do this for me, man,
I'm your brother.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Shit.

Should have killed this guy
when we had the chance.

You gotta just do this
for me this one time.

That's all I'm asking.
I'm so sorry.

Stop crying, you prick!
Getting on my fucking nerves!

Why don't you guys do
rock, paper, scissors, okay?

And then we'll just
shoot the loser, yeah?

No? All right. Shoot him.

Him?

Yeah, him.

I wasn't expecting that.
Thought you'd choose him.

- Yeah, you'd think so, but
the soft one is easier. Come on.
- Okay.

You're a dumb fucking bitch,
timo.

If you do this, and
what's-his-face lets you live,

you think
that'll be the end of it?

You don't think I'll tear you
to fucking pieces myself?

My god.
What is the big deal?

Aw, just take me instead.

Tie him up.

What?

Just chop me up, not him.

Look at him.

Shot him one time with
the taser, it's like he just

boofed a fucking electric eel,
man.

But you can chop my whole body
up into ten Mickey chunks,

and I'll still be fresh
as the freshest sashimi.

Head held high.

Darius will love that.

I just need
a little of your help.

My help?

I kinda need more
of that... oxyzofol.

Yeah, I got some oxy.

But undiluted.

You want...

You want undiluted oxy
right now?

Yeah.

Just think of it as the...

Think of it as the final...

Cigarette before execution.

It's the least
you could do for a friend.

- Give him yours.
- What?

- Come on.
- No.

I'll give you a freebie
next time. You know me.

This was expensive.

The keys.

Nasha.

Don't.

Do it.

Nasha, what are you doing?

What's going on here?

Nasha. Stay put.

That did kind of shock me a bit.

I mean, she literally was gonna
cut his head off

with a chain saw.

But then, I thought about
it, and I was so... touched.

She's the only person who'd
ever lose it like that over me.

And it wasn't
the first time either.

Hello? Can we help you?

Nasha, just go.

- Take it off.
- Hey, hey, hey.

- I need to go in there.
- What are you doing?

Take it off.
I am going in there.

You've left him in there alone.

But that's his job.

I don't care if it's his job.

Okay, look,
I'm gonna call security.

I don't know what else...

I am security! Give me the suit!

Threes, threes, threes.

- Arkady 3.0.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You're okay.

Nasha, she's the only one

who's always been there for me.

She's always loved me.

Every me.

Even him.

The me
I don't understand at all.

- What is this?
- -You don't know about this.

They've been circling
the whole night.

And still more coming in.

What are they doing?

We don't know. They can break
through solid ice and stone.

Imagine if they all come
for this ship. Terrifying.

But it couldn't even
tear through the sack

at the cafeteria.

You hear that? It's coming from
the one we captured yesterday.

Keep going, keep going.

Wait, what... you mean, the baby?

Well, yeah, it's been screaming
and crying like one.

And that's when
they all started gathering.

Wait.

- Hey.
- Mickey, don't stop.

That was...
That was the one that I...

- Keep moving.
- Never mind.

Hi! How ya doing?

Excuse me.

Come on.

Sorry, passing through.

Hey. Why did they set up
the situation room there?

Beats me. I was just told
to bring the prisoner.

Apparently,
ylfa made a big scene.

She wants the creeper now.

Dorothy,
I have crucial information

about the creepers.

Mickey needs to file an official
report with the head of science.

Wait.

Yes. I knew it.

Yesterday, at the cafeteria,

when you held onto the baby,
I saw it.

You saw that?

I don't know what it means,
though.

So, you're just imitating.

Well, originally, I...

Dorothy, look alive!

It's really hectic right now.
Let's talk later.

We're recording their sounds

to see if we can analyze
any kind of pattern.

The committee is declaring

a level three emergency.

Sole commanding control
has been granted

to commander Marshall
by a vote of...

36 to 21.

Thank you.

What an event. This is
a truly novel ingredient.

This opens up a whole new world
of potential sauces.

It's such a great...
How should I put it?

Opportunity, ma'am. Yes, quite
the opportunity. Just super.

Yes, it is a super opportunity.

Wow.

It's such a godsend, too.

It is free from
harmful pathogens, correct?

Yes, ma'am, sure.

Which dickhead is it? Mickey 18?

Keep his head still.

Now, I can tell you two apart.
Filthy multiples.

Yeah. That does seem fair.

Goodness. Burnt meat.

Well, that's nothing, honey.

Wait until these two are
scorched sausages in the cycler.

How are you gonna handle
that stench?

I'm going as fast as I can.

Mickey. I'm so sorry.

You two. This brick
stores your memories, right?

Now, you'll watch
as I permanently
delete your being from it.

That way you'll understand the
meaning and terror of finality.

No more reprints!

That's what you both
should be thinking when you die.

Dead forever!

Now that the memory is gone,
which body goes first?

One at a time is twice the fun.

- Creepy.
- Commander Marshall, sir.

May I say a few words?

Regardless of who burns first,
a simple fact is,

we currently have
two mickeys here before us.

Due to no fault on their part,
I might add.

One of them
is being falsely accused

of firing his gun at you.

But the truth is, he was
concerned for your safety.

He was the first
to notice the second creeper

coming out of the stone
behind you,

and as you are well aware

- the day an expendable
is printed...
- Enough.

You defending these idiots.

Should be mopping up
your own shit.

Illegal possession of oxyzofol.

Concealment
of a multiples violation.

It's disappointing.

And attempted murder
with a fucking chain saw?

I mean, it's quite
the colorful rap sheet,

don't you think, miss. Barridge?

The clouds of war are billowing.

Look at those vermin swarm.

Mankind must unite
at this critical juncture.

Why are we wasting our time
with these dregs of society?

Spoken like a true wartime
commander, sir. Very impressive.

And a fine entry

to add to your collection
of battle quotes, if I may.

- You like that?
- I do.

- More of that?
- Please.

You keep mentioning that
we're in a state of war.

May I be so bold as to
offer two observations, sir?

Be my guest.

Firstly, fighting a war requires
a huge amount

of energy and calories.

Seeing as we're in
the early stages of settlement,

and our survival is
in the balance,

I wonder whether
this expenditure is prudent.

Secondly, our apparent enemies
are the creepers.

But do we know whether they
actually want to engage in war?

For hours they've been
swirling in circles

doing nothing but waiting.

My god, agent barridge.

You used to be a five time
Marshall cup champion.

"Agent of the month."

And now, you're sweating
over these alien insects?

How far you've fallen.

What are you gonna do

when they tear a hole in
the ship and tear off your ass?

These grotesque shit-Gibbons.

Grotesque or not,

they are the native inhabitants
of this planet.

And we have proof
that they saved one of us.

They didn't eat him
or attack him.

Saved and not eaten whom?

Me.

They saved me.

Of course they didn't eat you.
You're crap food.

You're recycled spam baby.

You get chewed up and shit out
over and over and over again.

Well, I guess they aren't
just stupid bugs, honey.

I mean,
they knew to pass on crap, junk.

They must have
some cognitive ability.

Exactly.

Actually, they exhibit signs
of high intelligence.

They may be able to engage
in meaningful conversation.

And we're analyzing this, and...

Sir, you must try communicating
with them yourself.

We're developing
a-a, a sort of translator.

Like that, you mean?
You think I'm an idiot?

Four and a half years
across the fucking galaxy,

just to hear
these goddamn aliens squawk?

Tell me how the fuck
that makes any sense! Somebody!

How does this make any sense?

How does your bullshit
make any sense?

Your fucking fuckface

is what really
doesn't make any fucking sense

you fucking idiot!

You call them aliens.
We're the aliens, dumbass.

They were living here before us,
and Mickey...

Mickey was always
just Mickey Barnes.

Do you even understand
what that means?

They were just
living their lives.

Before you came in
with your bullshit!

And you think you get to decide
who lives and who dies.

You are a dumb fuck!

No wonder you blew
the elections,

you fucking moron.

No! No, no. No, stop!

What the fuck is wrong with you?
You're hurting a baby!

Bite.

What?

Falling in three, two, one.

Finally, she shut the fuck up.

This is clearly abuse,
one case after the other.

Rolling.

In 32k.

Make sure you get everything.

- Impressive teeth.
- Yeah.

We need more of our guys.

Sir, now might be the prime time
to initiate total extermination.

The ones out there alone
would be more than enough.

What are you talking about?

We're gonna gas 'em,
we're gonna gas 'em all.

What's that look for? Still not
confident in your failures?

No. No. Sir, arkady 3.0

has gone through several
meticulous stages of testing.

Arkady 3.0
is the ultimate nerve gas.

I have every confidence
in it, sir.

As you should, arkady.
This has to succeed.

I'll put it in my prayers.

This is the day
we've been waiting for, sir.

Future historians
will Mark today as era-defining

for cleansing dangerous species
on colony planets.

Why don't you board
the flitter yourself later?

- You mean when we spray the gas?
- Yeah.

- I pull the trigger?
- Exactly, sir.

If you ride the lead flitter

and appear
to commandeer the operation,

the footage I get,
it will be historic.

And the members, the church
members back on earth...

They will adore.

Yes, yes, the company.

All right. It's time we initiate
operation total extermination.

Honey, can I
have a word with you?

Yes, my love.

I've got an idea.

I hope you both can appreciate
what a great honor my wife

is bestowing on you shit stains.

And so I can press
both buttons simultaneously?

Yes, sir. Press them, and
they'll go off at the same time.

They'll also explode
automatically

if they exit the range
of the remote control.

You hear that?
I have you by the balls,

so don't even think
of running off.

You'll each be given a primitive
weapon as you head out.

You cut off as many
creeper tails as you can

and the first Mickey to bring
back 100 tails is the winner.

And the winner doesn't die,
but the loser goes...

- Boom!
- Boom!

Boom.

We'll keep score from here.

Your job is to make them
scream so loudly

that every last creeper
comes running in to save them.

We'll kill two birds
with one stone, right honey?

Absolutely.
A hundred tails is enough

to make enough sauce
to last a couple years.

Better be on your toes.

One false move,
and you're man-burger.

I get it.

It's all punishment.

What was that?

Our entire life's
a goddamn punishment.

All for pressing that button
when I was five.

This again!

Accident was caused
by a car defect, you know that.

I don't know.

Well, it wasn't pressing
that stupid button.

It wasn't mom's driving either.

How many times I gotta tell you?

Sorry, Mickey... mickeys.
You need to move, like now.

Can you at least
put the ramp down?

We can't do that right now.
I'm sorry.

You're gonna have to jump.

Mickey!

Wait, Mickey.

Take this.

It's not finished,
but it might help you

- communicate with the creepers.
- Let's go!

It's like a...
It's like a translator thing?

Yes. Good luck.

- For what it's worth, I doubt
Marshall will kill both of you.
- Come on.

Come.

- Let's go.
- Well, I...

Anyway, with this device,
I got a job to do.

All right. They saved me,
now I save them.

What are those fuckers doing?

Even I can count dozens of fresh
tails they're leaving behind.

Are they out of their minds?

Honey.

Should I just press the button?

Let's sit back and watch.

They'll start chopping tails
as soon as they realize

one of them
has to outlive the other.

Hey!

It's me! Wait!

You gotta run away. You gotta
get them all outta here.

You gotta go back to your cave.

Go back to your cave.

Or you're all gonna die.

- What?
- Hello.

Yes, I just, I wanted...
About last time, I...

I wanted to say thank you.

You remember me, right?

Mickey.

How do you know my name?

Secret.

Wait, are they
having a conversation?

Yes. We already explained it
just now.

How is this possible?

Well, it's still a prototype,

but it's like
a translator device.

Dorothy? No.
Where's Dorothy?

I can't hear a thing
with all this static.

I mean, even the video is shit.

Apologies, sir. The snowstorm
is exacerbating the absorption...

What about this?
Will this detonator work?

Yes, sir. That is a special
shortwave signal,
so it'll be fine.

And who's that big one there?

Is that the queen bee
of the bunch?

Looks like a croissant
dipped in shit.

Official reports
are still being finalized,

but we think everything revolves
around that one,

the mama creeper.

So, that one's the boss.
Like you.

Say what?

You gotta get outta here,

or they're gonna kill you
all with this death gas.

That gas, arkady 3.0,
I got blasted with that.

It's seriously,
insanely painful.

Do you know what gas is?
Gas. Like...

Like gas?

Mind your own business, stupid.

Mind my own
business? What about you?

Why'd you save him at the cave?

Should kill him?

No. No.

I'm... we're very grateful.
That's all.

Then why?

Why kill luco?

Luco?

Baby luco.

You group. Shattered.

Blood.

Yeah...

That's...

That's luco.

We save you.

You kill luco.

So, what's the name of the other
baby? The one in the ship.

Zoco.

Kill zoco too?

What if zoco dies?
What will you do?

Death.

All.

You mean all humans.

- Extinction.
- How?

Easy.

Cover your ear.

But eyeball explode.

Brain explode.

All of you.

Nasha!

Nasha! Look at me!

Look at my mouth.

What's wrong with
them? What's wrong with him?

And they're saying something.
What is that idiot saying?

It's not sign language.

C3!

C... 3?

3?

C3? What's c3?

C3?

Bring the baby.

If we don't bring her back,

we're all gonna die.

Honey, this doesn't
sit well with me.

Why are those two losers
chatting

with the boss of the bugs?

They think they're negotiating

on behalf of mankind...
Humankind?

You should be
standing out there, sir,

ushering in
this historic moment.

You're seeing two bosses meeting

face to face
in a climactic snowstorm?

A moment of destiny?

All you have to do
is go out there.

I know I can create
an iconic scene.

A decisive moment in the history
of the niflheim settlement.

- Bring the baby.
- I can picture it now.

Adorning the ceiling and
the walls of the grand chapel.

Yes, ma'am, yes.

And one final touch, sir.

I think it would be great
if you give them a message

before spraying the gas.

A message?

Without such poignancy, today
would be a third-rate carnival

where we spray cheap pesticide
over cockroaches.

Yes, they are disgusting,
filthy, evil insects,

but it will be
their last moment,

and you could offer them
a few merciful words

as a proper farewell,
like a wise, benevolent priest.

Get me a camera crew.

- Tell the first squad
to meet me fully armed.
- Yes, sir.

My love, the situation room
is yours. Till we meet again.

C3. Nasha will know
what it means.

It's a whole thing.

I'm gonna get zoco back safe.
I mean it.

Not enough.

What else?

We lose luco.

One.

Be fair.

Be fair? Like we have
to contribute a death?

Yes.

Fair.

One of yours. Die.

So, if we bring back zoco safe,
and a human dies...

Peace.

Drive.

You hear me?

Camera crew, unit three,
do you copy?

Okay, the radio signal's
a little patchy right now,

so the car speaker will be
our direct line of comms.

Unit two, do you copy?

Our orders are to safely escort
commander Marshall...

No one told you to shoot!
Do not agitate the creepers!

Pipe down.
We're not here to film you.

Really great.

Okay, right after
your speech, sir,

we'll close the canopy at once,

and that'll be the signal for
the air squad to spray that gas.

Glorious annihilation, sir.

You. Yes, you. Come here,
what's your name? Matthew?

Matthew, you have the face
of an angel. Here, try my sauce.

There you go.
Tell me what you think.

Nasha!

No! No! Stop!

Hold! She's primed
for spinal fracture.

I'm gonna break
this bitch's neck.

No, no, no.
Take it easy. Take it easy.

One snap and it's instant death.

Nasha barridge,
what do you want?

The baby. We have to
take it to the mama.

- That's all?
- Yes.

Guarantee us a safe exit.

Unless you wanna
see me break her neck.

No. Nasha, please don't.

Look, we secure nasha's exit,
as negotiated.

Nasha,
can you release her carefully?

I'm gonna get the baby.
Be careful.

Nasha, are you okay?

I need to hurry.
Can I get a flitter?

I doubt it.
You'll have to run.

Arrest that fucking bitch!

Ma'am, today you
and the commander have displayed

an impressive range of verbal

and physical abuse
and acts of cruelty

that far exceed
your granted authority.

You wanna be executed
for mutiny?

All video evidence of abuse

will be presented to the
committee for review.

I suggest you have answers
prepared for your hearing.

Thanks, Zeke.

Maintain control onsite.

When we're within 100 feet
of the mama creeper, sir,

we'll start
slowly circling the creature.

- That'll be the cue
to begin your final speech.
- Yes.

The other camera will track
alongside you from the outside,

making the scene
absolutely spectacular, sir.

I'll keep my speech
short and tight.

A marvelous address.
No need to edit.

And then I blow up the mickeys.

UN bouquet final.

You can do this, nasha.

We'll get things
under control inside.

- Open the gate.
- Okay.

- See ya.
- Good luck!

Nasha's gonna
figure this all out.

Zoco will be back safe.

Who is that?

Who's coming?

Shit.

Wow.

Wait.

What is this bullshit?

Which one's the mama?

What the fuck
am I supposed to be looking at

when I make my speech?

I was gonna send them off
with some dignity.

Now those barbarians
can fuck off!

- Is that bazooka ready?
- Yes, sir. Loading now.

We're gonna blast
that mama bitch into oblivion.

Who needs a fucking speech?

I'll go hard, honey.

That's the mama there, sir,
can you see it?

It has a different shape.

Yes, it's her. Aim!

It's not her, dumbass!

Sorry, sir.

Mickey!

Nasha! Nasha!

Mickey?

Time to say goodbye.

What?

Blast at the nearest pile!

Tear through them all until
we get to the mama. Smash them!

Camera, make sure
to get the blood and guts.

Wait. That one there.

Shoot that one first.
It's bigger.

Fire!

- Fire now!
- Yes, sir.

Fire!

No, sir, the bomb vest!

Head shot, you fucking idiot!

No! No, sir. It's too close!

Wait, sir! Stop, wait!

No, where... my god.

Mickey!

Nasha! Hey!

I knew you would make it.
Is the baby okay?

No, no, no.

What's going on?

Look!

We have zoco!
Nasha brought her back.

Look.

Nasha,

zoco's okay, right?

Hey!

Are you seeing this?

One human!

You're also afraid.

We're both afraid.

Yeah, I'm afraid.

It means you're human.

You're important.

Come to me, my boy.

Okay, guys...

Guys, don't be shy. If you could
sit down. Take your seats.

The groundbreaking ceremony
will come later,

but we'll start
with the expendable stuff.

Mickey. Mickey,
come up to the front, mate.

Could someone
please sit in the front row,

you fucking introverts?

Hello, everyone.

I'm nasha barridge,
member of the committee.

After weeks of debate,

we have finally come
to this momentous day.

The day we abolish
the expendables program.

I would like to thank
my fellow committee members
for their support.

I've been really
feeling the love.

And especially,
for fighting right to the end,

and persuading the committee

to permanently
abolish human printing...

I would like to thank
our very own Mickey Barnes.

And to be fair,
I'm just so fucking happy

I get to grow old with Mickey.

It was really sucking
getting old by myself. Okay.

Despite the hours of
peaceful discussion...

All right.

So, you hit the button.

Wait.

Nasha will give the signal.
You hit the button.

Wait. And then over there, boom.

Do I get up and press it or...
No, in my seat, right?

I honestly couldn't give a fuck.

Henceforth,
on niflheim as on earth,

human printing is now
permanently abolished.

Here today, the human printer
will be burnt to ashes

and erased from memory.

Nasha's such a natural.

I think she could even run for
committee chair next election.

Blows my mind still to think
that this amazing woman

just six months ago was rotting
with the rest of us

in that shitty prison.

The day
Marshall got blown to dust,

ylfa went into shock and was
taken to the psych ward.

Rumors went around
that she slit her wrists there.

Everyone else involved
was shoved into jail.

And somehow lucky timo
squeezes out on parole.

But as soon as he got out,

he spent every day
dreading the moment

he'd come face to face

with the man
who delivered the letter.

The associate of Darius blank,
who one day finally jumped him.

It was a fight to the death.

In the end,

the associate
became, cycler soup.

Except for one ear.

Even at the trial, timo
chooses to represent himself.

As he had his grip on me,
he brought his knife around

to my mid-section right here,
and he sliced...

And he got
released on self-defense.

Classic timo.

But our trials on the other
hand, were never-ending.

Damien, sit down! Sit down!

Became a whole political fight
between all the pro-marshalls

and the anti-marshalls.

But by then,
nasha had made up her mind.

She'd overhaul the committee,
and change it herself.

So after she got out, she
really did run in the election.

And she won in a landslide.

On her first day
in the assembly,

nasha was so cool
about the whole thing.

I was very, very nervous.

I don't think
she really noticed, though.

Mickey. I've got the upgraded
translator. Just came out.

Okay, let's be fair,
can I ask you a question?

Go.

What you said before,

about extinction and all that,
when you were all like...

And like screeching
and everything.

Would that really
make our brains explode?

From like the pitch?

Explode.

But you said...

That our eyeballs would explode.

Why not our eardrums?

'Cause it's like sound.

All explode.

Really?

Well, can you try it right here?
Right now?

Who said
bluffing was only for humans?

Gotta love that, poker face.

Yeah and nice burp, too.

Hello.

What are you doing here?
In the middle of the night.

Well, I just...

I thought you were
in the hospital all this time.

Hey, watch it. Look down.

Don't step on it.

It's a priceless delicacy, that.

Go on. Take a dab.

Have a taste.

What? Now you're too good
for sauce off the floor?

You think anyone else
would allow scum like you

to taste something so refined?

What is... what is it made of?

Rude! Not how it works.

A taste of faith comes first,
then I tell you what's in it.

Mickey, you don't think
I'm letting you taste this

out of some high regard
for your palate, do you?

It's the opposite.

A true masterpiece
would be a sauce

that could appeal to even
an ignorant cretin like you.

Whatever. Fuck it.

Taste it, waste it,
I don't care.

You're worthless now.

Much better to bring back
my usual taster,

the supreme one
with an actually refined palate.

Wait, that's...

Even his kidneys
are more handsome than you.

Not this. It can't be.

Of course it can.

Admit it, it's what you want.

It's what everyone wants.

Hey ylfa.

I just remembered.

You died the day after Marshall.

Go ahead, touch me.

See if I'm ghost or human.

Ever since I was a kid,
I've had scary dreams.

This time I wasn't scared.

I just thought to myself,

"what would 18 do?"

Fuck off.

What are you doing?
Press the button.

Mickey. Press it.

Do it.

I am glad the printer's gone,

but a part of me
can't help feeling guilty

that I didn't let all the other
mickeys have a chance at life.

But I have to
stop feeling guilty.

Mickey!

It's okay for me to be happy.