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25 years ago, America launched Overture, a generation ship to a nearby star.

Today, Overture is the set of the first reality show shot in space.

Through confessionals, we'll learn the crew's love, fears, and most secret

dreams. Welcome to personal space.

And how is your first name pronounced?

We're not going to be on a first name basis.

Okay, Deborah.

Why don't I call you Deb?

Debbie?

My name's Leonard Freeman, and I've been cigarette -free for 25 years.

Stanley Blazkowicz.

I know it's not pronounced the same as the original Polish, and don't try to

spell it.

Just call me Dr. Blasto.

All my friends do.

Or they will.

What would you like to use your time to talk about?

Let's talk about you.

I'm not here for that.

Let's talk about things that are on your mind.

Top of the list?

Having to waste an hour I could be working talking to a siensei?

I don't understand the reference.

It's a children's toy. You point it at an animal, pull a cord, it makes this

animal sound.

But you are not a child, and I cannot make animal noises. Perhaps you are

confused. I am a therapy computer, Deborah.

Deborah? But here are the noises I can make.

When the pharaohs died, they were given pyramids, giant stone tombs filled with

jewels and sacrificed slaves.

For our glorious afterlife, we got a shoebox and a five -pound limit.

Most people have trouble fitting their things into an overhead bin on a plane,

and that trip only lasts a few hours.

Five of us caretakers awake, 454 in cryo.

The weight adds up, hence the luggage limit.

Fortunately, the human body is equipped with its own cargo hold.

It's so disgusting.

And what was he doing looking up there?

The first shift should have noticed an obvious anomaly on one of the frozen

colonists. I discovered it in a routine checkup.

Colonist?

Colonist?

Just noticed that.

I don't want to talk about what Blasto found. I mean, it makes me want to puke.

We have to breathe this air for 25 years.

Initially, I thought it was an enlarged prostate.

Instead, condoms full of cigarettes.

Mediocre drug, no hallucinogenic powers, plus they'll kill you.

But up here, they're like rare diamonds.

They have value.

I'm sitting on a diamond mine, and that means I'm in control.

No one is in charge.

Gardner keeps trying to please everyone, and Commander King is using every last

minute of his allotted transition time, breathing our air and doing very little

else. I'm happy to have the company for a few more days. King can help delegate.

I get time to prep my research.

We all win.

The sooner he goes into cryo, the better. We have to be sustainable.

We only have what we brought with us, and frankly, we don't have the food to

feed five people. I know Lisa's upset about King and the cigarettes.

Honestly, upset is kind of her resting state right now.

But it'll pass.

I didn't steal the cigarettes.

They can't belong to the colonists because he isn't permitted any. And they

aren't under Gartner's purview because they're not on the manifest.

The only thing stopping me from smoking them is the oxygen -rich air.

The adsorbers balance out oxygen levels.

King breathing our air is messing with that balance.

And messing with that balance will turn deadly.

Safe levels of oxygen.

Off -the -book cigarette.

Scheduled absorber maintenance.

You can make a galaxy of rules and regulations.

Doesn't matter.

I'll find a way to get what I want.

Oh, that's good.

Are these clones?

I think so.