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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.

As cool as my Oricloud object is, I still have more questions than answers.

But I've decided, with its orbit and composition...

I could publish.

I'm the only one who can observe that stuff, though.

They'd have to publish me, right?

Talk to me about Leonard.

Yeah, he helped me calibrate the telescope.

Is that all?

We got stuck in a turbolift.

Me, and Gail, and me.

That turbolift belongs to me.

It's my happy place where I can relax for a second, alone.

I like to ride by myself because, as Thoreau once said, I have never found a

companion as companionable as solitude.

Also, it's the best place to fart on the ship.

It was right after me and Leonard.

Yeah, we knocked boots, bumped uglies, did the nasty. Basically, we had a

of weakness.

The men of the crew are all sterile, and fraternization is BS.

So all that matters is keeping us flying.

You're not going to screw so much if the ship crashes.

I realized we had to get out of there before any of the crew members saw us,

I pulled us into the lift without realizing.

I was in there minding my own business when these two barge in, giggling like a

bunch of drunk monkeys.

I've never taken so long to fix some simple hydraulics.

This doesn't normally happen to me, I swear.

We used to get monkeys drunk in the lab at MIT.

That study was fucked up.

Ever stick an anal probe in a drunk monkey?

I got pretty good at it.

You get used to the bites.

And the sex, Leonard?

Amy, listen.

On Earth, I've been with a lot of women. I've been with models. I've been with

NFL cheerleaders.

With Leonard, I mean...

He was very... I've been with two of the three Charlie's Angels at the same

time.

Sweet. I banged the bangles.

I mean, he was charming.

I've seen a princess do things that a roadhouse stripper wouldn't even think

I deserve to have occasional fun.

But what I'd never do is kiss and tell.

That would be disrespectful.

That turbolift ride would have been awkward enough without the doc in there.

But he was.

And he knew.

Something was up with those two.

We were in there for 28 minutes because the hydraulics went out. Plenty of time

for me to deduce what happened.

He thought we were drunk.

That we had made liquor down in the botany lab and were hiding it in

engineering. And I wanted some.

But they insist they don't have any.

Right.

I will be patient. And when they least expect it, I will catch them.

Blasto's stalking me now.

He thinks I don't see him.

But I do.

It's almost as if I am... invisible.

How would you feel if Gale had sexual relations with other crew members?

Don't think I'd feel anything.

So... you're not interested in doing it again.

Why? Would she like that?

I had to get through a rough patch.

I'm okay now.

Once was enough.

I guess I might be open to next time. And when next time happens, definitely

bring in that awesome dildo you gave me.

I can't wait to do this recap. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

Yeah, I know. It's a good series. I just can't believe it's happening.

You know?

Kelly, do you have any idea how hard it is some days to work a reality show

formula on these people when they are actively trying to avoid conflict and

intimacy?

Oh, shit.

Hey, spacers, do you ship Leonard and Gail? If you didn't earlier, I bet you

now. Ship?

Relationship. Oh, I thought you meant spaceship.

And I was like, I don't think I was going to spaceship Gardner and Freeman.

So funny. You know what? I think somebody has a little crush on Freeman.

Kelly,

why don't you read some tweets?

At Mr.

Chi Chi Wang.

Honestly, I'm just surprised it took this long.

Aren't we all, Chi Chi? Aren't we all?

Chi Chi, you're at it again.

At Quantum Amy.

Wow. Wow is right, Quantum Amy. Wow, I'm still on a high from this episode.

So, oh, one more thing. To the confessors, or whatever you're calling

yourselves, we reported the email you sent us to the authorities.

Yeah, that was not cool.

And for what it's worth, I'm sure the crew of Overture would be fine with us

broadcasting their therapy session, even if they knew we were doing it.

Bye!