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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 shows shot in space.

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

dreams. Season one ends tonight.

Welcome to personal space.

Why does everyone think King sabotaged us?

I mean, he must have been up to something if people are so suspicious.

My new boss thinks he owns the place.

And this time, he actually does.

Plus, he won't stop using my telescope station long enough for me to get a

glance.

He's been treating me like his number two, which makes me uncomfortable for

kinds of reasons.

All right. I'm going to say it. Has anyone else said it?

Okay.

I'm just King.

Well, King, you knew where you stood.

Just...

It wasn't enough.

Do you regret your actions?

Spinning the wheel was the right thing to do.

I'm just not sure it worked.

When Kane and the bar were in the room, you asked for an off -code to play an

audio clip.

Yes, Gail.

But you've played audio clips for me before and never asked for an off -code.

Are you not supposed to share those with me so freely?

Well, Gail, you are the commander.

But he's the captain.

Maybe I trust you, Gail.

Okay. Maybe you should trust me.

Amy, log the tree later.

My observations with the scope tell us we're slightly off course. We'll make a

minor course correction shortly.

He says he can't go to sleep until the course correction is complete.

We just went through this with King.

Deborah came to me. Did she tell you?

She snuck into engineering and spun up the wheel. I was pissed.

But then she told me she did it for me.

So I could be in command.

I dislike rivalries.

People hold on to them long after they should have stopped.

But... Since I had to pick sides, I wanted a commander who supports my

I mean, you don't need an engineering degree to break stuff.

I'm glad we have become friends, Deborah.

It seems like since we started working together, everyone got what they wanted.

I'm not sure anyone did.

I don't have time to punish her.

I'm not even sure I want to. King was definitely hiding something. We all knew

that.

I think he was trying to tell me when Labar shoved him in the freezer.

Too late now.

Amy, include the course correction in the mission update.

But first, let's excise some logs.

Of course, James.

Which log?

Robert King, Commander.

First shift. Same ones you played earlier.

Very quick demonstration of walk -through long -term storage in the

compartment. Yes, that one.

Erase it.

Done.

Let's talk about you.

How is your research going?

I ran some numbers on some historical comets that could have been on an escape

trajectory.

Nothing matched.

But that assumes that it's traveled at this velocity since it passed the sun.

What if it had gotten another gravity assist as it came out of the solar

Everyone saw the captain was spending a lot of time with the telescope, so I

asked Gartner what was so interesting.

Apparently, she sighted an unusual object.

My bet?

Gotta be aliens!

I... I don't actually want it to be aliens.

It looks like it did get a gravity assist.

By Jupiter.

26 years ago.

Hell of a small target this comet hit to be accelerated by both the sun and

Jupiter, but broken apart by neither.

So I thought, maybe, maybe it's made of tougher stuff than most comics.

In my attempt to find out what the others knew, these are the aliens, I

something interesting.

The therapy session records of all crew members are automatically backed up into

my system whenever anybody goes into cryo, which is nice, especially when

someone deletes the clip from you, Amy, and forgets about my backup, because

that deletes the password protection from the clip.

Looking long -term storage into the hidden compartment with a gun locker.

A gun locker.

On a spaceship.

Now that is something where it doesn't belong.

So, guess who's embarking on a multi -year search of long -term storage?

I looked at the object's spectrum to find out what it's made of.

Aluminum.

It's made of aluminum.

Is that unusual?

No.

It's impossible.

The captain ordered the course correction today.

No one else thought too much of it, and I kept my mouth shut.

Because what else am I going to do?

He's taking us toward the object.

Space is a fun place.

The poet William Butler Yeats described an Irish airman in World War I who

became a pilot not because of the call of, quote, public men nor cheering

crowds, but a lonely impulse of delight drove him to this tumult in the clouds.

I think that's the way it'll always be.

To the crew of the Overture, and to all of you who helped carry us toward our

destiny on the wings of a dream, thank you, and God bless you.