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How did I survive that?

It was some damn fall.

Oh shit. My comms busted.

My thermals busted too.

I should have got snapped in half and died on the way down.

Instead of slowly turning into a meat popsicle.

Seymour!

Seymour! I'm down here!

Seymour!

Mickey?

Seymour!

Seymour, I'm down here!

Mickey! Whoa!

You haven't died yet?

No!

Hold on.

Oh 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.

Yeah, 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.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, I know.

We're cool.

You shouldn't have to take the risk, huh?

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.

Still.

How many times is this?

You're Mickey 16?

17.

Jerk.

18 after this one.

Well, it's nice knowing you.

Have a nice death.

See you tomorrow.

Oh, great.

Why not?

That's a pretty big one.

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

It's gotta 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 advanced.

It's very advanced.

Come on.

Wait.

Just hold on a second.

Just like, you know, calm down.

Just relax.

Breathe.

That's right.

Breathe.

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 expandables 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.

Uh, Tech?

What's going on?

The extra cable's here already.

Um, the thing is, Mickey...

Hey, Medical, you wanna tell him?

Tell me what?

Hi, Mickey. How you doing? Um...

Are you experiencing any vertigo, nausea, or dizziness?

Uh, 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 bleed?

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.

Oh! Oh!

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 everyone.

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 life span.

I heard.

Terminus.

Well, aren't you any good news?

Smaller than 15. Much better, isn't it?

I would have been filthy rich by now with life insurance,

except I have obviously expendables or uninsurance.

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 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.

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.

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.

Woo! This is, uh, 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.

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

Mr. Blank is no less concerned with money. He has plenty.

This building is 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, it's...

I hear you. Two, you know, two weeks, uh,

two weeks is all it takes. All it takes now.

And, and, and, and, more time. More time. More money. More money.

Who caught that gentleman four days ago at Ulaanbaatar? Mongolian?

Looks expensive.

Best 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 lying 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 Marshall's official channel?

No way! So Marshall's watching this right now?

Oh, my God!

You need to pick me. I swear. Please, pick me.

You need people young and healthy...

...and gentlemen, we have another wild sandstorm today.

Access is now restricted to game three.

Please visit our stand for discounted goggles and masks.

Additional 5% 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 gingerbreads.

You've got to take me, Commissioner.

Expendable.

You're applying to be an expendable?

Seriously?

You read through the whole application?

Uh, 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.

But 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've got to give it to him.

Excuse me.

Is there, like, some construction going on?

Sorry, what?

I don't hear like a...

like a chainsaw.

Uh, no.

I want it to get the hell out of 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.

Uh, the smell of this woman's hair.

It was like it brought back some faraway 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 my senses were focused on my nose.

Like real deja vu, but for a smell.

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

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

Forever.

I better pop this.

Otherwise it'll 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.

Call 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.

And I asked to sit in the front seat.

I said, I'm big enough.

And that's when I saw the red button.

And 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 this 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 One.

When you're stuck in a spaceship for that long, food is everything.

Warning, Mickey One.

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, Ilfa, 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 Barrage.

On day one of this long journey.

Keep that up for one...

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 consumes a whopping 100 calories.

At least.

Depending on the participant's duration times friction equals...

The point is, Kenneth is talking to the committee

about banning all sexual activity on the ship.

Are you sure this is the right time to bring that up?

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

It's okay, Ilfa.

Am I doing okay?

Should I go harder?

Yes, yes. Go hard.

All right.

Fellow pioneers.

Once we've arrived at 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.

Even when it's restrictive, you will always seafood.

NOW.

Formigating.

calidad to you.

Início.

God bless um...

God bless...

God bless...

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 slack, you know.

I was super busy every day taking care of Nasha.

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?

What's it like to die?

You know, when you're reprinted?

Now, how does that feel?

Oh, come on, just tell us. We really want to know.

Imagine spending years elbow to elbow with these bozos.

It was enough to push anyone over the edge.

Sometimes even if Nasha, who is a model

citizen, would have to step in and remind us...

...that we were all one big happy family.

There to help one another.

There to have each other's backs.

A tight-knit, harmonious community.

...and the committee has written about this.

Hey, Mickey.

You must be hungry. Have some more.

Uh, thanks, Kai.

Can you change your shampoo?

Shampoo?

There's only one shampoo in this entire space. Thank you.

It was a very long trip in a beautiful community.

Hi.

But, uh, Nasha was obviously my one and only, you know.

For real.

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

I felt like I was part of the team.

Be careful.

Patty!

Travelers... And sisters... And sisters...

It is long that we have caught four years together in this ship...

...and that we love you like our very own family.

And here we are right below us awaits our very own planet of purity...

What's fucking wrong with him? It's fine, aren't it?

Maybe we have some glue or something.

Like a virgin vanilla ice cream.

Touched for the very first time.

It's gonna be really cold.

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

And then, make easy breaths, fill your lungs,

and you're sucking in every single microscopic particle floating around.

All the viruses.

Fill every avioli.

So good?

Oh, so good!

Brilliant.

There really was an unknown virus in the air.

A lethal one.

So fucking warm.

I'm fine.

In the end, thanks to the lab rats Mickey 12, 13, 14, 15, and 16

getting stabbed, gasped, 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?

Planfall 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.

Whoa.

Look at that color.

Yeah.

It's beautiful.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

He's such a klutz.

You should learn some Breakfall moves.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Come on.

What's Breakfall?

What is it?

Come on, Mickey, let's go!

Go, go, go, go!

Mickey, Mickey, it's Marshall.

You fucking useless little asshole.

You're an expendable.

You're here to be expended.

Damn it!

I'm so sorry.

And why is Jennifer Chilton, a precious, fertile female, dead and not you?

How do you train us?

You know?

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

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.

What the fuck's going on?

They're delicious, aren't they?

Oh, for some reason, I like it.

Hey, you.

Stand still.

Don't move.

They lust.

For humans.

God.

You're a body of flesh.

Creepy.

Oh, honey.

That's perfect.

We should call them creepers.

I'll call them creepers.

I'm calling them creepers.

Preston, are you listening?

Expendable, I've decided in the committee that

going forward, your rations will be halved.

So, my shift doubled, 14 hours every day, seven

days a week, until I brought home a creeper sample.

How did I survive that?

What's it feel like to die?

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

Still. Always.

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?

Oh, I've got it. They're saving me for their kiddos.

What a great mom.

Oh, please just make it quick.

Come on, guys. Big bites. Big bites.

Ow!

Where are you taking me now?

Ow!

Has my meat gone bad after all that reprinting?

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!

...that rock is, are you blind? You can't just have the other bat feuds through here!

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

You try to jam it in and scratch anywhere on this date, my date, it's on you!

On me? How? Blame the guys in science. They cut into

this site, but I got specific orders to bring it as is!

I don't fucking care, okay? Through the 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 3, you act like you own the place.

Why would I wanna own this shit already?

You should shut the fuck up, okay?

You know what? You need to get laid.

Fuck you!

...you need to get laid. Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Oh damn, Nicky! Didn't expect to see you out there today.

Wait, is that the time?

It's 3.30?

...it doesn't really make any sense.

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

What did you say?

...razón!

...shut it off!

...the maze!

...the switch!

It's that time again, the dinner of your dreams,

with Kenneth Marshall, who will be this month's

lucky guest of honour. A grand surprise awaits.

Hang onto 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?

Oh God, oh God, oh God. No, no, no, no. 18? They printed you out today?

What the fuck is going on? According to Timo, you

should be sliding out on one of those creeper's assholes right about now.

You have to put it like that?

Oh 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 cyclone!

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 RandD 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.

Helen 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 surefire alibi.

At the time of the murder, he was getting his

makeup done for a children's science show.

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.

So here's a question for you.

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

Are these separate and independent crimes, or were they one person from the get-go?

They only get half portions in jail, or...

they get a full meal each.

Police, legal experts, philosophers, everyone was stumped.

But while Manikova One and Two were both locked up in an interrogation room,

another homeless man was brutally murdered.

Lo and behold, Manikova Three.

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.

Oh, man.

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 kind of stupid,

but none of them were complete nut jobs.

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.

We can split the workload, too.

And we can take turns dying.

You're 18, so you can take even numbers, and I'll just cover 19, 21 and odd numbers.

Are you afraid to die?

Kinda, yeah.

You've 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, you 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 oxyzulfocapsules and one flamethrower, man.

... ...

...

...

... ... ... ... ... ... ...

...

... ... ... Wait. Fact-checking.

Have fun, man.

Let's kill him.

Are you crazy?

He's like my only friend.

Forever.

Same warfare as this meat shit.

Wait, wait, wait.

Demo!

Mickey, what?

Looks like business is blowing up, huh?

What are you talking about?

Another junkie coming in.

Hey!

Are you mental?

Wait till I get out of here or I'll kill you!

What the fuck is this?

Come down lower!

You fucking idiot!

Mickey, help me.

What is that?

Why is it so red? That looks hot.

What are you doing?

I want you to have a car dying.

You son of a bitch.

What?

Come on!

Stop!

Stop!

Shh, shh, shh.

Who's that, Mickey?

Hey, what's going on?

Mickey, what are you doing here?

Uh, Demo accidentally fell in.

But, uh... he's alright now.

I wanna keep dealing, motherfucker.

Watch what you say.

What happened?

You okay?

What's up with your hand?

Uh...

I was taking out the trash and I tripped into the hole.

I would have been a goner if not for Mickey.

I almost became a cyclodust.

Hey.

You alright?

Don't you stay in bed. It's only been a few hours since you were printed.

Yeah, I should have died.

You heard the rumor?

Huh?

Some guy out there is dealing undiluted oxytocin.

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.

Oh, yeah, absolutely.

That's... bad.

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

Yes.

Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow.

Today I feel like... B6.

B6?

Yeah.

Flying Nasha.

It's definitely my place for now.

It's alright.

B6.

B6 was ours, Nasha.

Mickey?

Hey, brother.

I was just headed to your room to catch you, but here you are. Looking good, Mickey.

Yes, sir.

Stand there.

Arm around, please.

Great.

Big smile, Mickey.

Sorry. Could you just stand there?

Great. Thank you.

And action.

Congratulations.

This month's lucky winner,

the fortunate soul who will have the privilege of a private dinner at the camera,

will have a private dinner with the one and only Kenneth Marshall is...

Is that the barrel?

It's Mickey.

Great. Big smile. Smile.

Yeah. 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.

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?

Oh.

Oh, sorry, sorry. Please.

Continue.

Yeah, yeah, Mickey, uh,

listen, going back to everything that

happened with, uh...

Jennifer?

Yes, Jennifer.

Jennifer, uh...

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.

Oh, he's always like this.

Such an adorable

man, and then suddenly he's all cutthroat.

Sorry.

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

Continue feeding him.

Oh, 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 the long.

Thank you, ma'am.

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

We've had our eyes on you, Cass.

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.

Thank you, sir.

That's why the church,

I mean, um, company,

has chosen me to lead this expedition.

The Earth's beyond saving

with all its muddied 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,

his sensibilities.

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, no, no.

Oh, 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.

Oh, 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.

Oh, 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,

Jennifer Chilton... Rejoice in the Lord our one and only

Almighty Let us sing for our Father's

grace

Thank God for our Father's grace God almighty free at last

We're going to the promised land A sea of light

in your light Your kingdom in front of our eyes Hallelujah

Hallelujah Your servant at the top has died Let's go!

Let's get up now

Forever and then Come again Come again

For ever is your kingdom God Almighty God of glory Christ has welcomed us Who HD

is God This peace You are perfect

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 were 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 have gone to Nosh and not come here.

Dorothy, bring me Purple Joe.

Sir, you remember the special painkiller we've been developing?

Yeah, Purple Joe. It's a quick-fix turn to the agents, right?

Yes, since...

Since Mickey here is in such awful pain, it's

a perfect opportunity to try a little test.

So give it to him.

Oh, great. All right.

Don't touch him, please.

Mickey, can you see me?

Mickey?

Mickey!

Get back down there.

Mickey?

Mickey?

Oh, God. Oh, God.

What did he do?

What did he do?

Ah!

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, no, no, no! What are you doing?

Huh?

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 tavern!

Honey, calm down.

Shoot him now.

What the hell is going on?

This was supposed to be a fucking dinner!

He's your guest!

Agent Guy Katz, what the hell's going on with you?

He's a meat matrix.

It's a goddamn print job.

Inexpendable.

He signed up for this.

Yes, sir.

This is for our planet, Agent.

I'm sorry, sir.

Come on, guys.

Please don't shoot him.

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.

Huh.

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.

No, I'm just about to...

Actually, we're going to mine.

Here.

It's dry.

I drink this whenever I have a stomachache.

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're asking because of Jennifer?

Yeah.

We locked eyes...

in the last moment.

What did you 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 usually feel.

It's...

I die so often.

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

Because you die knowing that.

Oh...

Well, 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're 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.

Seventeen.

I knew this would happen at some point.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Stand, stand.

Stand next to each other.

Wait, take this off.

What?

Yeah, I want you to look the same.

Oh, my God.

Nasha, how can you laugh right now?

This is a multiples violation.

I'm as good as dead.

Oh, come on.

When else am I going to get these shots?

I mean, think about it.

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

This is mild Mickey.

And this is habanero Mickey.

This is so exciting.

This is so different.

Nasha, you're different, too.

You don't seem like yourself.

Oh, Jesus.

You just did oxyzophil with him?

Just a teeny tiny bit.

With a ton of water.

What?

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.

And sit down.

Oh, hey.

Attention.

From now on, I'm going to 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.

E-Huff.

Work off.

Alternating deaths?

Even so not.

It's a great system.

Negotiation time.

So everyone just chill.

Okay?

You leave us alone for a sec.

Why?

What's the problem?

I'm leaving.

Oh, you're such a baby.

I'm scared.

This guy needs some oxyzole for him.

Relax.

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 the multiples violation with my own eyes.

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

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?

What are you supposed to do now?

She's gonna go straight to Marshall and report us, isn't she?

You need to relax.

Nosh is handling it.

She can convince anybody of anything.

Phew. Oh my God.

Besides, this moron is busy with his clown show.

This fucker.

Such an attention whore.

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?

Mm-hmm.

And the one you were grabbing...

he's 18, right?

Yeah.

Okay.

You can have 18. I'll take 17.

Whoa.

There's two of them.

Why not share?

All right.

So you 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.

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.

Oh, Masha, 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!

Oh.

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 said...

I said I said thank you for dinner.

You said what?

I said thank you for dinner.

Thank you for fucking what?

God!

You son of a bitch!

Fucking loser!

Mike...

I guess I am kind of a loser.

What?

Is that what you are?

Huh?

Is it?

Free Atlanta!

The floor to the promised land!

And free Hawaii!

God!

Gah!!

It's not your fault.

Let's kill that fucker.

This guy would be killing each...

Kill this, kill that!

Why don't we kill everybody?

She can stay here and watch TV if you like.

You can stay here and watch TV if you like.

W. wait!

You can't negotiate shit with that attitude.

Hey Jesus. You're hot on oxyzole foam.

Mickey!

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?

It's sleek, hot, exquisite.

This is where our names will be etched. Mine and yours.

And you! And you! And you!

And you, my beautiful Eoclid.

Almost every single one of you will be remembered throughout history

as the proud founders of Eoclid.

The land of Niflheim's first generation.

Our cornerstone. Black diamond.

Beautiful and shimmering in purity.

This rock will become the symbolic monument of Niflheim.

The one and only pure colony planet.

The one and only Niflheim!

The one and only Niflheim!

The one and only!

God, don't touch it, sir!

Maybe it's contagious!

It's contagious!

You touch it, you die!

Damn it!

I say it's contagious!

Stay calm! God damn it!

Scalding!

Initiate stay calm!

... ... ... ... ...

...

...

...

... ... ...

...

... ... ... ...

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

...

Don't shoot! I'm not about to control! Don't shoot!

Yes? Calm down. Calm down. We have everything under control.

You have, Marshal!

Those low-life multiples have ruined our precious symbology.

Kill it! Get down, sir!

Open fire!

Kill it!

Arrest him, fucking multiples.

Tell the committee you are aiming at the Creeper behind Marshal.

Otherwise you could get permanently deleted.

Fuck that shit.

You really think Captain Crane Pie is going to let us live?

He's probably going to shoot us himself.

He's a nutjob. He doesn't listen to anybody.

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

And that's saying something.

You screwed my entire life up.

Oh, really? We all got fucked the minute you

decided not to die and came crawling home to me.

That wasn't my fault. That was the Creeper's fault.

Creeper?

Well, if that Creeper is eating me like it's

supposed to, then we won't be in this situation.

But they all kicked me out, and I'm a goddamn multiple.

They kicked you out?

Yeah.

You're all pushing me and pulling me, and they all threw me back into the snow.

Maybe I didn't look tasty enough, or smelled off. I don't know.

Maybe I was in some kind of sauce.

Hold on. You're telling me they saved you?

Think about it. You shouldn't have died in that crevasse. The Creeper saved you.

Uh, I guess if you put it like that, uh, they were sort of saying me off.

I mean, maybe I should have said thank you.

Yeah. I don't think they were going to eat you. Right?

Oh, my God.

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

Yeah. People need to know this.

They saved me.

Where's the fucking ladder? You're supposed to bring a fucking ladder.

I don't know.

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?

Oh, wow. You two really are multiples, huh?

But it's you.

Yeah, I see it in that schmuck face of yours.

You're the one that 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, um, here's the thing.

I need to shoot a video and send it to Earth ASAP.

Video? To Earth?

Yeah. Um, it's for, uh...

Darius Blank.

Darius Blank? Who's that?

I found this at my door today.

It's written by hand.

It's a beautiful handwriting.

It's from Darius Blank's associate.

Yeah. His associate.

I'm not kidding. His associate.

You know what I mean? Like, of course.

Of course the loan shark of all fuckin' 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 fuckin' miles from the world out there.

You know what I'm talking about?

Do you know how far that is?

No matter what pittance you manage to scrape together,

we've found that sending it to Earth will cost

you an intergalactic transfer fee more than...

half the total sum.

God 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.

That's fucking crazy.

A video file that captures the details of death.

Read the back.

It says, chop up into a minimum of 13 pieces.

Chop up?

Is that it?

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, Nicky.

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,

I'm gonna send that guy in.

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 expendable.

They'll just print you right back out.

Please.

Nicky.

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 sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, shit.

I should've killed this guy when I had the chance.

You guys just do this for me this one time.

That's all I'm asking.

I'm so sorry.

Stop crying, you prick!

I'm 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.

I thought you'd choose him.

Yeah, you'd think so, but the soft one's easier.

Come on.

Come on.

You're a dumb fucking bitch, Timo.

If you do this and what space lets you live, you think that'll be the end of it?

You don't think I'll tell you to fuck in pieces myself?

Oh, my God.

What is the big deal?

All right, just take me instead.

What?

Just chop me up, not him.

Look at him.

You shot him one time with the tager,

it's like you 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.

Theorists will love that.

I just need a little of your help.

My help?

Can't I need more of that?

Oxy's hopeful.

Yeah, I got some oxy.

But undiluted.

You want...

You want undiluted oxy right now?

Yeah.

Just think of it as the, uh...

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!

It's all mine.

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 chainsaw.

Uh, 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.

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?

Oh, 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 from this ship.

Terrifying!

But you 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, you mean the baby?

Well, yeah.

It's been screaming and crying like one.

And that's when they all started gathering.

That was... That was the one that I... Keep going.

Never mind.

Hi.

How you doing?

Excuse me!

Come up.

Somebody passing through?

Hey.

Why did they set up the situation room there?

Beats me.

I was just told to bring the prisoner.

Apparently, Otha made a big scene.

She wants the creeper now.

Darby, I have crucial information about the creepers.

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

Oh, wait.

Yes, I knew it.

Yesterday, at the cafeteria when you held on to the baby, I saw it.

You saw that?

I don't know what it means, though.

Oh.

What?

So you were just imitating?

Well, originally... No offense.

What's the matter?

It's really hectic right now.

Let's talk later.

We're recording the sounds to see if we can analyze any kind of pattern.

The committee is declaring a level three emergency.

Sole command and 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.

Oh, 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 to a punch.

Filthy multiples.

Oh, yeah.

That does seem fair.

Oh, goodness.

Bright meat.

That's nothing, honey.

Wait till these two are scorched sausages in the cyclo.

How are you going to handle that stench?

Mickey.

I'm so sorry.

You too.

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 of the times, twice the fun.

Creepy.

Commander Marshall, sir.

May I say a few words?

Regardless of who burns first, the 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 oxyzophil.

Concealment of a multiples violation.

It's disappointing.

An attempted murder without... fucking chainsaw?

I mean, it's quite the colorful rap sheet, don't you think, Miss Barrage?

The clouds of war are billowing.

Look at those vermin swarmed.

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 wailing.

My God, Agent Verge.

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 going to do when they tear a hole in this 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 who?

Uh, 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 sort of translator.

Like that, you mean?

You think I'm an idiot?

Oh, fuck.

Four and a half years across the fucking galaxy

just to hear these goddamn alien squawks?

Tell me how the fuck that makes any sense, somebody?

How does this make any sense?

How does your bullshit make any sense?

You know, 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 would have been 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.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

God, hang up!

Bite.

What?

Falling in three, two, one.

Fine, as you shut the fuck up.

This is clearly abuse, one kiss after the other.

Rolling.

In the 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 them, we're gonna gas them all.

What's that look for?

Still not confident in your failures?

No, no, sir.

Arcadi 3.0 has gone through several meticulous stages of testing.

Arcadi 3.0 is the ultimate nerve gas.

I have every confidence in it, sir.

As you should, Arcadi.

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 error-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 write the leaf 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 it.

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 has bestowed on me.

I'm going to be storing on your 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.

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.

Boom.

A world keeps going 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?

Oh, absolutely. 100 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.

It's all punishment.

What was that?

My entire life's a goddamn punishment.

All for pressing that button when I was five.

Oh, 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 while I was driving either.

How many times I gotta tell you?

Sorry, Mickey.

Mickey, 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 drive.

What?

Mickey!

Take this.

It's not finished, but it might help you communicate with the Creepers.

Let's go.

Is this like a translator thing?

Yes. Good luck.

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

Come on.

Come on.

Well, I... Go.

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?

Oh, honey.

Should I just press the button?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

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!

Hey!

It's me!

You gotta run away!

You gotta get them all out of here!

You gotta go back to your cave!

Go back to your cave!

Or you're all gonna die.

What?

Oh, hello.

Um...

Yes, I just... I wanted...

About last time, I...

Uh...

I...

I wanted to say...

Thank you.

Um...

Do you remember me right?

Mickey.

Uh...

How do you know my name?

Cigarette.

Wait, are they having a conversation?

Yes.

We already explained it just now.

How?

How is this possible?

Oh, well, it's still a prototype, but it's like a translator device.

Dor... Dorothy?

Oh, no, where's Dorothy?

I can't hear a thing with all the 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?

Hmm, looks like a croissant dipped in shit.

Uh, 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?

We gotta get out of here, or they're gonna kill you all with this death gas.

That gas, Arcadi 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 Luko?

Uh... ...Luko?

Baby...Luko.

Oh.

You grew.

Shattered.

Blood.

Yeah, uh...

...oh, that's, uh...

...that's Luko.

We save you.

You kill Luko.

So what's the name of the other baby?

The one on the ship?

Zuko.

Kill Zuko, too.

What if Zuko dies? What will you do?

Death.

All.

You mean all humans.

Extinction!

How?

Easy.

Unless somebody wants to kill me.

Desperate.

Dusko.

уль 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? C3? What's C3?

Bring the baby! Bring the baby!

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.

Oh, I can picture it now.

Adorning the ceiling and the walls of the Grand Chapel.

Yes, ma'am. Yes.

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 will 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?

C-3!

Not who you want to meet.

It's the wrong thing.

I want to get Sokol back safe.

I mean it!

Not enough.

But what else?

We lose Luko.

One.

Be fair.

Be fair?

And we have to contribute to death?

Yes.

Fair.

One of yours.

Die.

So if we bring back Sokol safe, and a human dies?

Peace.

Peace.

Peace.

Do you copy?

Okay, the radio signal is a little patched right now,

so the comms speaker will be on the right line of comms.

Units, who do you copy?

Our orders are to send you a score for under-martial... Die!

I'm not going to dance!

Do not entertain the queen!

Die!

I'm down.

Okay, right after your speech, sir, we'll close the canopy

at once, and that will be the signal for the air squad.

Spray that gas.

Glorious annihilation, sir.

You.

Yes, you.

Come here.

What's your name?

Matthew?

Oh, Matthew.

You have the face of an angel.

Here.

Try my socks.

Here you go.

Tell me what you think.

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Take it easy.

One snap and it's instant death.

Nasha Barrage, what do you want?

The baby.

We have to take it to the moment.

That's all?

Yes.

Guarantee us a safe exit.

Unless you want to see me break her neck.

No.

Nasha, please don't.

Look, we secure Nasha's exit as negotiated.

Nasha, can you release her carefully?

Let me 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.

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 want to 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 on site.

Here!

We'll start slowly circling the creature from the outside...

Making the scene absolutely spectacular, sir.

I'll keep my speech short and tight.

A marvelous address, no need to add it.

And then I'll blow off the mickeys.

Pokemon Go!

You can do this, Nachi. We'll get things under control inside.

Okay. See ya.

Good luck!

Nachi's gonna figure this all out.

His own will be back, you see.

Who is that?

Who's coming?

Wait.

What is this bullshit?

Which one's your mama?

What the fuck am I supposed to be looking at when I make my speech?

I was gonna send them off with some dinghy!

Now a barbarian can fuck off!

Is that bazooka ready?

Yes, sir. Loading now.

We're gonna blast that mama bitch into oblivion.

We need to fucking speed.

I'll go hard.

That's the mama there, sir!

Can you see it?

That's a different shit!

Yes, it's her!

It's not her death!

Sorry, sir.

McKay!

Naza!

Naza!

Come to say goodbye.

What?

Jesus Christ!

I knew you would make it!

Is the baby okay?

Look!

You're also afraid.

Yeah, I'm afraid.

I need you, human.

You're important.

Come to me, my boy.

Okay, guys!

Guys!

Don't be shy.

Sit down, take your seats.

The groundbreaking ceremony will come later.

But we'll start with the expendable stuff.

Mickey, come up to the front, mate.

Can someone please sit on the front row, you fucking introverts.

Hello everyone.

I'm Nasha Barrage, member of the committee.

After weeks of debate, we have finally come to this momentous day.

The day we abolish the Expendables Programme.

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.

I was really stuck in getting old by myself.

Okay.

Alright.

So you hit the button.

Wait.

Nasha will give the signal.

You hit the button.

Wait.

And then over there...

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.

It blows my mind still to think that this amazing woman

just six months ago was riding with the rest of us in that shitty prison.

The day Marshall got blown to dust,

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

Rumors went around that she slit her wrists there.

And 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 a...

cyclosoup.

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 midsection right here.

And he sliced... And he got released.

...took him... ...on self-defense.

Classic Timo.

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

It became a whole political fight between all the pro-marshals

and the anti-marshals.

But by then, Nasha had made up her mind.

She'd overhauled the committee and changed 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.

Nikki?

I got the upgraded translator.

It just came out.

Okay, let's be fair.

Can I ask you a question?

Go.

You said before about extinction and all that.

When you're all like...

...and, like, screeching and everything.

Mmm...

...would that really make our brains explode?

From, like, the pitch?

Explode.

But you said that our eyeballs would explode.

Mmm...

...why not our eardrums?

Because it's, like, sound.

All I explode.

Really?

Can you try it right here?

Right now?

Who said bluffing was only for humans?

Gotta love that, uh, poker face.

Yeah, and, uh, nice burp, too.

Uh, hello?

What are you doing here?

In the middle of the night?

Well, I just, uh...

...I thought you were in the hospital.

Hey, watch it.

Look down.

Don't step on it.

It's a priceless delicacy, Bab.

Go on.

Take a dab.

Have a taste.

A 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, Ilfa.

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.

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.

It's okay for me to be happy.