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25 years ago, America launched Overture, a generation shift 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.

King's cryo -deadline came and went.

Every time I schedule an exit exam for him, he cancels with blasto.

But is that what people are upset about?

What Gardner risked to fix that leak? I don't think others fully understand what

she went through and what she did.

King said it was no big deal.

It shouldn't be interfering with our routine.

Until my buddy Jeff had to fix the main antenna.

But he still found time to snake the crapper.

That's how life is out here, okay?

Jeff got that.

What did Deborah ask you?

She asked if it would kill me.

To keep up with my duties.

Well, would it? Duties like, I don't know, preventing ammonia from killing us

all? So sorry I forgot to write down that I took three carrots and a cup of

kidney beans to make you a soup you didn't even eat.

We have to log all our meals.

And beans have set my digestive tract.

It's like a rerun of day four.

Bean burrito night.

I thought I made that really clear.

No one came to my defense.

No one.

It's like last week didn't even happen. If that leak hadn't been contained, gas

would have traveled down the venting pipe, into the kitchen, and the living

quarters. Did you mention that to the rest of the crew?

Well, I tried, but Gartner walked away.

I went to check the field.

That's all.

King had excused himself, and I had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, I found him already tampering with them. She should have

days.

Two days of mental recovery.

But I don't think she wants to look weak.

King has left me a ship in a bad state, and all these distractions are making it

impossible for me to do my job and take observations.

I've got an Oort cloud comet in my crosshairs, and I don't even have time

look at my data.

You can't lose sight of the little things.

There's always something big happening, all right?

I could be hit by another micrometeorite.

Shock absorber could fail.

The flywheels could be spun up or down, messing up our gravity, but you can't

worry about it. Keep your routine. It'll keep you alive.

Deborah got that.

She's right to demand advice.

It feels like I'm shouting into an abyss.

No one hears me, and all I do is damage my voice.

Robert believes you're doing an excellent job.

He said that?

I've tried playing good cop.

But it looks like I need a new strategy.

I will run this mission, and I will be respected for the work I do.

And I'm not going to go and... Ew.

Ew. Who's putting gum all over this shit?

What Robert does in his therapy sessions is confidential.

Why?

There's a trash can right there.

Perhaps it is another one of his tests.

I will wait for King to go on another one of his walks, and I will tell the

of my crew what we're going to do about him.

It's my turn to cook.

I am definitely making chili.