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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.

Why all the secrecy?

Well, what I'm about to tell you could have some ripples through the chain of

command images.

Why don't you run it by you first?

Okay. I appreciate you coming to me.

Tell me.

We should throw a party.

But... Well, I'm not telling her what I found out.

Not yet.

I mean, King didn't go through with it.

He didn't change anything, so maybe he just realized he was being a dick and

stopped.

I don't know. This is my way of giving him a chance, I guess.

Liz?

No, no, no, no, no, no. A party.

On my Mars mission, I thought I was acting like a pro.

I was there to do a job.

No one disliked me, but they didn't love me either, and these were the people I

was going to have to depend on to cauterize my leg with a welding torch.

Well,

you and King look like you're on edge, and Lee's not happy about the recorder

thing.

She hasn't said anything.

Yeah, but she wouldn't.

I mean, but it's not hard to tell, though.

And Blazkowicz?

He seems to be doing fine, but he is spending more and more time in the

There's a woman in cryo, one of the colonists, who looks just like Karen.

She has the right eyes, face shape, hair color, everything.

It's, um... It's not Karen.

If you spend that much time alone, you're bound to go loopy.

It could boost morale.

We could even dance.

I'm so sorry.

No, no, no, don't worry. Watch.

I can dance.

I just need to find the right girl.

I mean, or if the party's going off, then it's great. Which it will be,

we're going to have more bounty to go around.

You're the one who's been stealing the food?

I earned it fair and square.

I even asked permission, too.

Not according to Debra.

What the heck?

A party? We can spare it.

We can spare it.

Are you kidding me?

Okay, I actually just checked, and this week is King's birthday. So this party

is going to be a birthday party. More like a going -away party.

Or a go -away party.

Sci -fi is the party's theme.

Leonard and I stayed up all night baking and decorating.

Supposed to be a planet.

He's a good guy.

Plus, he convinced me it was okay to keep the extra cupcakes.

I spent the last 25 years in space.

Sci -fi doesn't hold the charm it used to.

You know what I do find exciting?

The hot showers that'll be waiting for us on the colony.

And this is for the birthday king.

Yes, Gail. I understand the words well.

I think this is going to make things better between us all.

And I want to show King that I know how to do that before he goes back to sleep.

That I'm here on my own merit.

I'm not going.

To support this would go against everything we're working toward.

I don't care what kind of cupcakes they are.

What kind of cupcakes are they?

The invitations make it clear the party

is mandatory.

Well, I had fun.

Blasto was on edge for a bit. I'm not sure why.

We mellowed out once he saw the Donkey Kong machine was working again.

Deb! I mean, she's... She's Deb. But she said that the cupcakes were fine.

It could have been worse.

Gail.

I think she did great.

Birthdays just make me feel old.

That's one reason we didn't do birthdays on my shift.

And no one would have attended this one if it wasn't mandatory.

I just hope he had fun.

She's trying.