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Excuse me, something's going on.
What the...

Ah!

Yeah, he's the one!

Get him up!
Pick him up, you fucking weakling!

-Pilot, get him to the stairs!
-Go!

-Now take him! Let's move!
-Come on! Move it!

Hurry!

-Move!
-Come on!

-Hurry!
-He's shell-shocked!

Fucking Astronomer,
it's impossible to understand this shit!

Come with me!

Come on!

Just follow us, got it?

Come on, jump!

Let's move!

Let's go! Move out!

Come on.

Fuck! We're done for!

-There's no way out.
-Told you so. I told you!

Hey, don't.

There's not much time!

From now on...

...you're on your own.

Wait!

Who are you?

At least tell me...
Where are we going?

Why, you wanna stay?

-What happened to me?
-How am I supposed to know?

Car accident maybe, or an OD...

Uh, am I dead?

Coma.

You sayin' this is like a dream?

It's memories.

-Whose memories?
-Everyone in a coma.

Everyone who's in a coma
comes to the same place -here.

Our brain stores memories
like in an electromagnetic field,

and if you're in a coma,
they become your reality.

Like changing stations on a radio.

Look at that.

Buildings, objects, people...

What we remember is here.

What we don't remember,
or never knew, doesn't exist.

Everything you're staring at...

Memories.

It doesn't make any sense.
What about those people on the street?

They aren't people.
I'm telling you, these are memories.

Ok, and what about that black creature?
Was that a memory too?

Hold on!

Hold on.

Goddammit, Private Fly!

Make sure the perimeter is safe!
Or should I do it?

I already completed it.

Then do it the fuck again.

Yo, where are we
supposed to be going, anyway?

-What, does this thing fly?
-Get the fuck in there!

Think wormhole.
But actually it's a memory gap.

One person remembers
the bus near a building,

for someone else it's in a field.

The memories get all jumbled.

Where is he? Where's Pilot?

He distracted the Reapers
with a whistle.

Otherwise we would've bitten the dust.

You let him do that?
You let him do that, you sonofabitch?

Hey! I told everyone,
if we go there it's gonna be dangerous.

And the fuckin' map you drew
was bullshit!

There wasn't enough time.
I told you, everything has changed.

You were rushing me!

What the hell
are we doing there, anyway?

It was worth it.

Believe me.

Fly, show him around.
And get him settled in upstairs.

Let's go.

The show is over now,
get back to work!

Tank, what's up with that path?

You waitin' for the fuckin' reapers
to come over? Go blow it up, Goddammit!

We're running low on explosives.
We need to ration them.

Ration my ass.
Didn't you see how they jumped?

We blow up all the paths
leading to our base here.

But of course someone always
remembers them, so they reappear.

In order to contain the Reapers,
we're on constant alert.

We take turns keeping watch here.

Yan says there's an island in Coma
that doesn't have any Reapers on it.

We're always on the lookout
for people who can help us get there.

He's got a good feeling about you,
for some reason.

You need to eat and drink here.
Hunger? Cold? Yeah, they're memories,

but everything is like in reality,
so we have to leave the base sometimes.

Those of us from the squad
go out for supplies.

-l don't remember what my name was.
-Nobody does.

By the way, give yourself a nickname
before someone chooses one for you.

Jesus fucking Christ.
This is a dream. It's a...

-It's like a dream. It's like...
-Hey!

A person just died to
save your friggin' life, believe me!

You can't wake up.
Now just accept that.

Your body is somewhere in a coma,
and you're here. You can't change that.

And what's this?

Dreams.

They materialize when we're asleep.

They're like remnants from reality.

It's normal here.

This is where Gnome lives,
Tank is here, then Spirit,

the Astronomer,
me and Phantom.

The rest live downstairs.
You'll get clothes and ammo from Tank.

You and Phantom are a couple?

What?

It's empty.

Spend a couple of weeks here and
the room'll start to get filled.

Go onin, it's yours.

Usually a newcomer
goes through a kind of initiation,

but in your case, Yan decided to let you
be a part of the squad right away.

You mean, uh,
the man on the balcony, is that right?

Guessing he's the leader?

He's been here the longest.

And he was out of his coma once.

That's how we know what this world is.
He taught us how to survive here.

All of us here owe him our lives.

That means you as well.

Alright then, you get some rest now.
We'll test your mettle tomorrow.

Me and Phantom are not together.

-No, that's not what I meant.
-That's what he likes to think.

That's not how it is.

Whoa!

You really are something special.

Don't even think of going back there.

Dreams are tricky.

You can get lost.

And then there's no way out.

So, how are you?

-Settling in ok?
-Far as I can tell.

Don't bullshit me.

Everyone here
goes mental at first. Listen,

I was a little hard on you back there.

-No hard feelings, ok?
-Yeah, it's all cool.

Peace?

Peace.

Listen up.

Yan, he's got this
island thing he's pursuing.

Makes a big deal
about chosen ones.

Well, not my business.
Really. Ok by me.

I got people to take care of.

Discipline's important,
keeping control.

Yo, I'm totally with you.

Good man.

-I liked you from the start.

Smarter than the others.

And stay away from my girl.

I like her, bro.

But she's acting out now, that's ok.

We're like...
almost there, you know?

Mmm, I don't know about that.

Yan might see something in you.

He's not perfect.

He's made mistakes
in the past, he has.

But, um, I'm the one
leading the squad, right?

Not him.

And to think we should be buddies,
and yet you're so fuckin' rude.

All I wanted to say is that
she should decide for herself.

You haven't figured out
jack shit, have you?

-Get up.
-What for?

Stand up, soldier!

On the double!

Everyone's tired of waiting for you!

In Coma,
some people develop unique abilities.

It depends on how they think
and what they're good at.

Like Spirit here has the ability
to sense if there's danger.

She can also summon ghosts.

The Astronomer creates maps for us.

And Pilot could locate new people
who'd just arrived here.

In order to discover those abilities,
a person needs a little push.

To be put in danger.

I'm wondering what your
special ability is gonna be.

Gnome, give us another shot!

That's gotta hurt.

Hey! Get your shit together.
Try defending yourself.

-Way to go!

So far so bad.

But you know, sometimes these
abilities don't reveal themselves...

...till you're in a real
combat situation out there.

That's what happened to me,
for instance.

But we're not animals who are
gonna send you straight out to battle.

My friend Gnome...

...built me a training machine.

Bring me your little toy, Gnome!

I said go get it.

It's an enemy, for Chrissake!

-Attack it!

Fight back! You can do it!

Why didn't you defend yourself?

What did you do for a living, huh?

An architect, I believe.

Cable! He's in your team now!

I don't think we've had
an architect here yet.

Afternoon shift!
Wake up, everybody!

Let's go, let's go!
Off to work!

Little bit higher. Higher!

-Cable!
-Yeah?

We're going to your submarine, huh?

To get the explosives on it.
We're runnin' low.

-You comin'?
-Aye-aye, commander!

Keep working, Architect.

Don't want no fuckin' freeloaders here.

Hey!

You can't just sit around.
Now get back to work here.

What's going on, huh?

‘Cause you're probably like one of
the lucky ones, if you think about it.

What makes me so lucky?

Yeah, you may not have those, you know,
super powers and all that stuff like that.

Hey, there's plenty of us
that didn't... pass the test.

It would have been a
mistake to take us.

At least we don't have to go out there.

You're a lot safer anyway workin' here!

So live your life!

Huh? And then you can move on
with your life and all.

You know, when you're
outta the coma and back in life.

Whole other world.

That may take a while, though.

Time flows differently here.

We're not exactly sure about this,

but it seems to be in
a ratio of one to a hundred.

Which means one day in reality
is several months in Coma.

I've been here for fifteen years.
You can live here thousands of years.

The question is,

what do you want to do
with all that time on your hands?

You're the one who had me saved.

Why don't you tell me
what my reason here is supposed to be.

It doesn't matter.

Who you want to be here
is for you to determine yourself.

You could get by doing menial work.

Or you could explore your abilities
and we'll see what happens.

-But sometimes...

Sometimes it's hard
to recognize what's going on,

certainly in the beginning.

You feel like you should
be able to do something,

and then nothing really comes out of it.

Yeah, I, um...

I think there must have
been a building I finished,

but I don't know how.

And when I try to build something here,
nothing works out at all, yeah?

Well, Phantom wasn't lying.

Sometimes we don't know
what our additional powers are

till we're out there.

But if your new here
of course it's way too risky.

In his case it worked out just fine.
My God, take a look at him.

Superhuman strength, speed.

A natural leader for us here.

I've seen a lot of people come and go,
but I'd say...

there's a deeper reason
as to why we're all here.

My take: Everyone who is here
didn't quite make it in the real world.

They didn't have a... future there.

Yeah, but I got like
no idea about myself.

It's all just like a vague recollection.

-Well, maybe that's for the best.
-How is that?

Without the burden of memories
we're a clean slate,

we can have a fresh start.

Nobody can tell you who you are
but you yourself.

This world is created by our thoughts.

The rules are different here.

And here, unlike in reality,

you can do whatever the hell you want.

Now aim!

But what that doesn't mean

is that you shouldn't do anything.

Grip it as hard as you can now.
You got it?

-Yeah.
-Hold on a second, a little straighter.

What do you want?

I'd like to go with you.

What? You should know your rank.

Take him with you.

What for?

You're gonna take him
‘cause I asked you to.

He'll get killed.

So be it.

We have enough people
for the manual labor here.

Listen up.

Got a meeting now.
Be right back.

Excuse me, would it be
possible for me to try the gun?

That's the tunnel
Gnome was talking about.

-Yeah, that's my tunnel!
-We turn here.

I'm sorry, but...

-...why is it "Gnome's tunnel"?
-'Cause I'm the one who remembered it.

Just like I'm the one who
remembers that ship we're gonna see.

She's a beauty.

This world is made up of memories.

Every once in a while we can
figure out the person it belongs to.

By the way, the Astronomer
has a whole theory about our dreams.

Ask him about it, it's way out there!
Come on, tell us, Astronomer.

-I heard that it was a lot for you.
-What? Dreams?

-Yeah, in your room and all.
-Oh yeah.

Uh...

'Cause in Coma there's consciousness
and then who we are.

Here we've lost our,
you know, memories.

We've lost ourselves. Got it?

-Wh...
-In dreams, though,

there's tons of information about
what we remember from real life.

Even this place, where we are now,
exists in your dreams.

You find yourself dreaming
about your dreams.

Ah, so this way
you can get out of the coma.

What the hell
are you talking about, huh?

Yan's already told you.
Anyone who tried to enter his dreams

and leave Coma died.
What don't you get?

That doesn't necessarily mean
it's impossible.

Who the fuck asked you, huh?

Reapers!

No, no. It's safe.

It'd be like maybe
a two-day detour to here.

-Can they see us?
-They sense us.

We produce a signal.

A frequency.

-That's why I made the whistle.
-What do you mean "whistle"?

So that in a worst-case scenario
they're only drawn to one of us.

Like Pilot, yeah?

When you turn on the whistle,
it attracts the Reapers.

Then you blow yourself up
with dynamite and take them down.

If this world is made of memories,

then how did they get here?

-It doesn't make sense.
-It's us.

What do you mean?

Coma patients.

Technically their brain-dead,

however life support is still on.

The relatives can't let go.

The dead brain manifests itself in that.

They're in a perpetual state of decay
for time eternal.

But they're able to turn the living into
the same black shit they're made out of.

I'd rather have life-support turned off
than be that.

Had enough of this shit,
let's move out.

Time to play!

Hey, Architect,
you bring an extra pair of underwear?

Yeah, they're a trigger-happy
band of guys they are.

-Who you talkin' about?
-Security guards.

-They're from his memory.
-Yeah, but why would they shoot us?

They shoot at all strangers.
That's how I remember it.

Now listen up! Take this.

If you twist it here...
and it'll boost up your bio-signal.

It'll attract the Reapers
like bees to honey.

Got it.

Don't worry.
There's no Reapers here.

Just don't start firing guns
for no reason.

Loser Astronomer.

We're more likely to die of boredom
than from any Reapers.

Ok, enough fucking around, bitches.

I'm leading.
Tank, you stay behind and cover me.

Spirit?
Get over there and distract them.

Front and back.

The rest of you bastards
can stay the fuck outta the way.

Any questions?
No fuckin' way.

Let's do this!

Freeze!

Did you work in this factory?
What is this friggin' place?

A lot of factories are mixed up in here.
It's a combination of different memories.

There!

That's the hangar!
I can remember it now!

We have to find the secret door.

They're just about
finished with their rounds.

Then we have 30 seconds
to get past them.

Not yet, Phantom!

-Phantom!

Huu!

Come on!

-Come on!
-You're dead meat, motherfucker!

-Aah!

You sonofabitch!

Ah!

Tank, throw a grenade!

-It's too far, I won't make it!
-Goddammit, just throw it!

Aaaaah!

Haha!

Huh. Tank!

Cover me! Goin' up!

Gotcha!

You gotta stay back, Tank!

Ah!

Woohoo!

Get down!

Ah!

Spirit!

Here...

Ok...

Um...

What the hell was that?
For Christ's fuckin' sake!

Are you trying to get us all killed?

Why are you so nervous?

Calm down!

We've called all the friggin' Reapers
to this location!

-Spirit?
-I don't perceive any of them yet.

Listen.

-I'm in charge here.

If you ever scream at me again,

I will break you limb by limb.

I am the commander here!

-Do you share this opinion?
-Aaah...

Can't fuckin' hear you!

Hey!

I got it!

Let me help you.
You ok?

That I really can't remember.

The explosives in just one torpedo
would be enough for a month.

-Cable, get to it.
-Yeah. I'm on it.

Come on, come on, come on!

Easy, easy, easy!

Easy! Slowly!

Come on, come on, come on!

Let me heal that.

It's nothing.

Come on. Let me
take a look at your hand as well.

-Uh!
-I just said it's nothing!

Thanks.

I said careful here!

Careful, you blockheads!
Hold it tighter!

One false move and we're blown to bits
in a matter of seconds.

Fucking Coma!

I've seen this before.
A country I know.

I can't remember what it is.

What's going on?

Everything is strange here.

Right?

Like a dream.

You should be able to
feel what's around you.

-They're here!
-Don't say I didn't tell you.

How far?

-Around 500 meters!
-Get it down!

Uh, no can do.

Need a minute here, at least.

Down! Both of you!

I need another minute!
Commander my ass!

-I'll finish it myself.
-Ok.

He won't make it.

Now what?
Hope you're happy.

Hold it for as long as
you can, buddy. Got it?

Gnome's gonna stay here,
the rest follow me!

-No way he can get it down by himself!
-What about Cable?

No discussions,
obey the fucking order!

On three. One,

two, three!

Now move!

Stop! Get back here and hold this!

Jesus Christ, we can't hold this!

I said move!

Come back here!

-Come on!
-Get back!

Everyone get back!

You little piece of...

Don't you dare!

Get this to the exit.

Move it!

I look up, and while...
you guys dare running

the stupid thing starts sliding down,
dragging me with it.

And as I'm riding it
I'm thinking, "This is it."

But then the sparks,
this ramp... Kaboom!

My first thought:
"I'm dead, it exploded.”

Rest in peace Cable.

Who knows what the hell
dying in Coma is like?

Architect, you fool!

Why didn't you run
with the rest of the squad?

It was an order for Chrissake!

That gives me an idea.

Could you build a wall,
if needed, if we're in combat? Fighting?

Yeah.

Maybe a bridge
or something like that?

Maybe a bridge, I guess, yeah.

Attaboy!

You'll be useful to us, Architect.

We can go to fuckin' places
we never dared to go before.

And I'm thinking...

...there's a better way for us to
make use of this special talent of his.

For a long time we were trying to
find a place to hide from the Reapers.

Someplace isolated.

But it's difficult, because we
remember not only the place...

...but the path that
leads us to the place as well.

Isn't that right, Astronomer?

But what if the place wasn't built...

...using our memories,
but our imagination.

What if we started from scratch?
No memories.

What if we designed an island
that was never seen before?

A place that wasn't attached
to any memories.

That would make it safe, wouldn't it?

I told you that I...

...would lead you all to a safe place.

And here is the man
who will build it for us.

You mean really?
Whole friggin' island?

You in?

I can do it.

The best time for us to head out
would be right now.

Hey, Yan, shouldn't
me and you discuss that first?

-We need time to prepare for this.
-What do you think, Astronomer?

If we're gonna be leaving,
all of us as one big group,

it means we're gonna need a route
that's absolutely safe from Reapers.

-Like we haven't had in a while.
-That's so theoretical.

-It's all bullshit, Yan.
-Consider this:

Our explosives supply
is running real low.

What are our chances of surviving here
when we're out?

Sooner or later the Reapers will
see us entering or leaving the bus.

And then what?

We leave tomorrow.

And I want you to be squad leader.

Yan...

Yan, uh, I might've overstepped
my boundaries today, but...

You were reckless and
brought on the Reapers.

-You endangered the whole squad.
-This is not what we agreed upon.

It's my place to lead!

This mission is way too important.

Important mission?

Well maybe they should hear about some
of the other things we were talking about.

Muzzle it, Phantom!

Why aren't we partying, huh?

Tomorrow's a big day.
Right, Architect?

Shit! Huh!

-What are you doing?
-Huh!

Hoo! Christ, you scared me.

I'm just messing around.

You're building what?

-Well, I'm trying.
-Mhm.

-Mind if I watch?
-Uh, I'm almost done, actually.

Looks like it doesn't work.

No. No problem.

And how come you told everyone
you were gonna build that island for us?

At the submarine you were
yelling for everyone to get back.

You were afraid the whole thing
could have maybe collapsed.

-You might have killed us.
-I'm done here.

-But wait, you made it work.
-You made it this far without me...

You just have to figure out
what went wrong.

Hey, wait a sec!
You were concentrating,

did something with your hands
and something appeared.

Yes, this ramp appeared! What's
the point of discussing it right now?

No, a blueprint appeared.

Yeah, I need to imagine the
entire construction model.

A 3D layout.

What kind of house do you want me
to build for you on my island?

They say you have
a room full of memories.

That's right.

I'd be interested in taking a look.

Wow! You have so many.

I... only have a few in my room.

Does that mean
you don't remember anything?

No, just feelings.
Was this an accident you were in?

Yeah, I was being driven
to a meeting with a client.

But, uh, it turned out
it was kind of a trap.

-A trap for an architect?
-Yeah, I hear you, sounds bizarre.

And this woman?
Were you guys close?

I'm not sure.
And it's not really important

-'‘cause my life is here now.
-But you wanted to wake up so bad.

Yeah, yeah, I know. Um...

Now it's like I met you here, and...

...for the first time I can be who
I really want to be. Like Yan said,

if we don't remember anything,
then we can start life all over again

and become the person,

you know, the individual
that we always aspired to, uh...

-I'm talking nonsense, huh?
-No.

I have that feeling, too.

Then you can remember something.

Memories.

I remember that I couldn't be together
with the one I wanted to be.

Here it's possible.

During the trek
you're gonna have to follow orders.

Make sure you stay in line,
but keep your distance.

-Can we carry guns?
-No, we won't be needing them.

There are no Reapers
on the route we're taking.

Here's where we
want to build the island.

If we approach
from behind these hills here,

they won't even notice us.

What if you missed a route?

I know them like the back of my hand.

The dangerous parts have been
cleared and double-checked.

Seems about right.

I would sense them,
and I'm not sensing anything.

Phantom, listen up.

Fuse wires: Should I pack 'em,
are we going to need ‘em?

Why don't you ask the astronomer?

-He's the one leading the squad.
-Alright.

Um, I have a minor kind of question,

which is, what am I supposed
to build on this island?

You're the architect,
you can decide.

There is one project,
although it's not technically mine

and the client might be against me,
you know, sharing it.

In your position, I think you can
call the client and say kiss my ass.

--1 don't know
anything about your project,

let me tell you though,
I'd like to have my own workshop.

With a lot of power tools
and a case of beer.

-Oh, can I have a jacuzzi?
-l wanna weight room.

Whoa, guys, too many requests.
One at a time now.

They're herel

No, that's impossible.
The maps are up-to-date. Are you sure?

-I say what I sense.
-Shit.

That's the Reapers for you.

With so many people and
so much equipment

we can't move very quickly.

Should we head back?

We won't have an opportunity
to get there for a while.

I'd say it's up to you.

Uh...

Phantom.

You're more experienced than I.
What do you think?

We're gonna need another path there,
so probably we should split up,

do some reconnaissance and
then meet back here.

Makes sense.

Two of us should stay here,
to look after everyone.

-I'll stay here with the architect.
-He's not gonna be able to help you.

He doesn't know how to shoot
and has zero experience.

Tank would be better.

Or I'll stay if you like.

-No.
-Nothing will happen to him.

Just a bit of scouting,
here we got civilians.

I said no!

Count me in.
I'll be fine.

Tank stays here.
Architect, go to the top of that hill.

When you see the airplane,
you come right back. Got it?

The rest of you spread out
in different directions.

Tank, what are you doing here?

We gotta move quickly.
Yan sent me for you.

Watch out!

Reapers!

About 300 meters!

We gotta head out!

-Give me that!
-What are you doing!

-Give me that!

-I said give it fo me!
-What the hell is this?

Let him fuckin' go!

Where did you get it?

-You fuckin' planted it!
-You set us all up to die!

I didn't want that.

We need to leave.

Hey, not what you think.

You don't know what's happening here.
I'm not the one who...

...who put us here in the first place.
It was... It was him all along.

We need to leave.

We need to be leaving here right away.

Reapers! Reapers!

Ah!

-Astronomer! Get everyone to safety!

Right. Listen up, everyone!
Get rid of the heavy gear!

No!

-No!

-Oh my God! My gun!
-Cable!

Ah!

-Run!
-On your right!

-Go! This way!
-We're leaving!

Run!

Architect, get to the bus!
Hurry! Link, take him!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Ah!

-The Reaper whistle drew them here.
-Behind us!

This is it, buddies.

That way!

Let's go!

We're almost there.

-Have they given you any money yet?
-Forget about money.

Unlike the other idiots out there,
they're interested in the project

and my ideas for building something new.
This is a big chance for me!

Come on! Just because they tell you
you're cool and how great your project is?

Have you lost your mind or what?
Are you that gullible?

This isn't any old client, it's a sect!
It's like all over the news.

They're probably using you.

Who knows what they're
planning to do with all your ideas.

The Teacher loves you!

The Teacher loves you!

Follow his following.

The Teacher sets you free!

-Follow his following.
-The Teacher loves you!

-Read what the Teacher says about you!
-Holy shit!

A path to a new life
will open up to you!

The Teacher sets you free!

The Teacher loves you!

The Teacher sets you free!

-That him?
-How do I know?

You don't know what he looks like?

We just wrote to each other.
That's it, ok?

Um...

We were told you'd be arriving alone.

-Yeah, but he's not alone.
-Can you please cut it out.

We can only let you in on your own.

I'm really sorry,
we have strict rules.

-Uh, you're the one I should see?
-No, of course not.

Why don't you
think of me as a disciple.

I was the person who
sent you the letter, though.

Our Teacher
awaits your presence inside.

-Please don't...
-You gotta be kidding me.

You need to stay in the car and wait.

-Hold on.
-What?

Here, I want you to have this.

So, uh, what is this place?
A hospital?

Used to be. Till we took it over.

Follow me, please.

Brilliant. How long
have you had these plans?

Um, since I was a student.

And yet people continue
building these ugly boxes.

Yeah, you're absolutely right,
it makes no sense to me.

I've submitted them all over, and it's
like no one out there is even interested.

Yeah, you're absolutely right,
I've submitted them all over,

and the world would never be able to
recognize something inspired

even if it was...
was a hundred times better.

Would you really be able to
build what I'm proposing?

Hm.

Allow me to show you something.

Um...

Excuse me, but what
exactly does your organization do?

You know,
there's a lot of rumors out there.

We give people the gift of a new life.
Like it says on the billboard.

You can see everything for yourself.

While studying the
cerebral physiology of the brain,

I discovered that
in a state of deep coma

we have access to a veritable world
no one knows about.

And I swear to you
on the soul of my mother

that this world is better
than consensus reality.

Do you mean dreams?

It's impossible to explain.
Would you like to try it out now?

Uh, I'm in a hurry,
I gotta be somewhere.

It won't take but a minute.

-I'm sure you'll like it!

-Get back! All of you!

-What's going on? What happened?
-Come on! Go! Go! Go!

-I just ran a person over!
-Go! Go! Go!

I told you they were lying,
but you can never listen.

-Why can't you ever listen to
anyone other than---

Aaahhh!

That's right.

She was put in a coma just a
couple of hours before you.

But there, months have passed.

Extraordinary, isn't it?

Who the hell are you?

A group of scientists that want to
give a new world to people.

And all that spiritual teaching?

It helps to finance the project.

My research was considered
lacking in perspective,

so I had to find a way to
finance the whole thing.

And a wise man once said,

"If you want to get rich,
create your own religion."

And in truth it was a lot easier
than I thought it would be.

Was your promise to
build a city of mine a lie?

Of course not.

The plans are real.

I've put together a group of people

that have specific brain pathologies
that are unique to them

so they could survive in a coma.

And I found an artist
with a singular memory

and an amazing imagination
for a project.

-That would mean realizing his dreams.
-What for?

It's obvious.
To live there, happily.

A fantasy world?

Mankind has known for ages that
there are other worlds out there.

Coma was visited by
many ancient rulers,

of many cultures.

But the truth is, modern medicine

has filled this world with corpses,
the Reapers.

And all these souls that should be dead
suddenly found a reason to live.

You were happy there yourself, right?

You're a successful architect there.

What are you gonna build here?

A set of row houses?

If you ever get lucky.

Did you give them
the same shots as me?

A more robust one, that works faster.

Maybe you should have
asked them first!

You know, Phantom
fully recovered his memory.

He remembered how he got here.

And who he was.

-Uh...
-But he didn't want to wake up.

But then a Reaper got to him

which, physiologically speaking,
initiated a necrosis of brain tissue.

He panicked, threatened he
would reveal the truth to everyone.

But in the end, he killed a bunch
of people and almost spoiled everything.

I barely got you out of there.

So if you can remain ignorant,
that'll solve your problems.

Uh, all the people out there,
your followers,

you're gonna take them
with you to Coma as well?

-Well, someones's gotta support life.
-Slaves.

And do they know that
they'll be put info a coma?

In return, I give people an
infinite life full of meaning.

What's wrong with that?
Everyone gets what they want in Coma.

One person's a commander
or a spiritual leader,

and another person
needs to be a great architect.

You're fuckin' demented, man!
It's a dream world, you aware of that?

-Oh good God, that's not important.
-That's it, I'm out of here. This is...

Please, let me go, let us all go.

Hm.

Knowledge is the source
of all problems.

I'm gonna need you to
finish that project for me.

I am not going back there.

You know, when a person's
been touched by a Reaper,

within a couple of minutes
their brain is dead.

Where did you leave her?
In a field?

That's strange, but it's...
It's pretty normal. Well, you know,

-sometimes the necrosis isn't
noticeable at the start. -Sonofabitch!

-Let her go! She's not part of this!
-l wanted you to come alone.

You're the one who
started the road race here.

I'd say you're responsible for all this.

Get the island and
the city on top of it completed,

and then I will let both of you go.

You'll let all of us go.

You got my word of honor
not to keep anyone against their will.

You will wake up
in your apartment.

The brain is drawn to the strongest
and most powerful memories.

And this time you'll find that
your memory will recover faster.

You will find Astronomer.

The coordinates where to
build the city are on his map.

What if I don't make it there?

You will.

The stimulation you just received
will make your brain work more intensely.

It may damage your health
in the long run,

but you'll be like Superman
for a little while.

Wait, hold on, how will they know
when it's the right time

-to get me out of the coma?
-Hard to say.

There is a way.
From the inside.

A back door of sorts.

You do everything I ask
and I'll show it to you.

Think about it, I made it back here
safe and sound, didn't 1?

Sleep.

Uh! Get down!

That's it.
We have one last grenade.

Maybe we should
use it on ourselves?

This world...

Everything's not what you thought it was.
What we think is around us.

Uh, so let's move out.

Gotta move, peeps!

A lot of people resist
in the beginning.

Maybe you should
give him some more time.

No.

You'll do what I told you to do.

This is it.

The place Yan chose.

He said it was majestic.

-What's wrong? Are you alright?

I'm ok.
I'm just a little tired.

But once I'm on this island I'll be chill.

We are almost there.

I was waiting for this.

-Yan ended up being completely right.
-Don't you get it?

Can't you grasp that we are laying
in the basement of that psychopath?

There isn't any island and
there never will be.

This is just a dream.

Yo, man, it's hard to believe,
I understand,

but after you've seen it
with your own eyes

and everyone's like
friggin' laying there, you just...

So you told them after all.

They've been through so much already.

That's not really fair of you.

Where do you want it?

The bridge should start right here.

Make it happen.

"God beheld all he had created,

and it was very good."

What do you need reality for after this?

Yan, I built what you asked for,
now let us go.

Spirit.

In life you constantly
saw hallucinations.

You were surrounded by dead people.

You had spasms and convulsions
almost every day of your life.

You don't have family, no one,
and you lost your only child.

I rescued you from the asylum,

where you would have rotted
fill the last of your dying days.

Tank.

You lost your family in an accident.

Blind drunk on rotgut,
you tried to shoot your neighbors.

You would have been behind bars or
locked up for the rest of your life

in a madhouse.

Astronomer, in real life you're autistic.

You can't even leave your house.

Your poor old parents.

What's gonna happen to you
when they pass away, huh?

And you have something worse
that's ailing you, Architect.

Your ideas are beautiful,

just way ahead of their time,
so no one wants them.

And everyone's abandoned you,
including her.

And she was the last one
you drove away.

There, he's nobody.

Childish, an unrecognized genius.

Moody, with a chip on his shoulder.

And the world is to blame.

I'm sure you considered suicide
long before we contacted you.

This project
gave meaning to your life.

Have they given you any money yet?

Forget about money.
Unlike the other idiots out there,

they're interested in the project and
my ideas for building something new.

This is a big chance for me!

Yeah, make fun of me, but I swear
everything will change for us after this.

-Huh? For us?
-Mhm.

-There isn't any "us." -Then why are
you sitting in this car with me now?

Oh please, fuck!

Come on!
Just because they tell you

how cool you are and
how great your project is.

-Have you lost your mind or what?
-You used to believe in me.

They won't pay you.

They may even do, I don't know,
something that's even worse.

Your conscience bothering you?

Nice car you're driving.
Is it a present from your new I-I-lover?

I mean, how else could
you pay for a car like this?

But I p-promise you, when I'm f-famous
you'll get a new one from me.

I'm never helping you again.

We want to remain here.

I want to stay, too.

I won't be able to let you stay.

I'm sorry.
But you would reveal everything.

-Who's gonna believe us?
-My followers will believe you.

Come on, you can't hide it
forever now, can you?

And in heaven there's no place
for those who know the secrets

of its creation.

This affects all of you.

Now that you know the whole truth,
I can't let you live among the others.

We promise not to tell anyone.

The die is cast.

Cerebral hypoxia has been induced.

Your brains will suffocate
for lack of oxygen.

You will all feel it soon.

I don't know whose machine
was unplugged first,

but it's only a matter of seconds.

So here we have a little more time
to say our last goodbyes.

About fifteen minutes.

Wait! Stay here!

Don't think
I wasn't expecting this.

Brain stimulation can be tricky,

but I thought it was
worth it in this case.

I'm on my way. Adieu!

Shit!

You warned me about this.
That they would fuck me over.

-What?
-Wake up, we gotta wake ourselves.

We will wake up and we will stop him.

The back door.

Astronomer!

How did he manage to escape
when the Reapers attacked?

Dreams.

We dream when we're laying there,
we all do, like right now.

So if you can find yourself in a dream--

That's why he said that
they're dangerous, dreams.

Why he said
they're fucking dangerous.

-But they're dangerous! It's not easy!
-Come on, let's go!

Come on, we don't have much time!

-Spirit, let's go!
-Let her be!

Let her be.

Come on.

Astronomer, come on, we need to
get to the room, we gotta move fast!

They made it before us.

-We can't get past them.
-Fuck!

I got an idea.

Come on! Come on! Hurry!

Hurry!

-What?
-It's not how... how I remember it.

Hey, these are dreams,
I mentioned that already!

Everything's mixed up here.
Now concentrate and find the room.

There.
I think we want to go there.

There was a door and stairs.

It's not the same!

Could you help me?

Everything is linked here
by association.

Maybe forget where rooms
are located for a minute.

How is that?

Detail!

You need details that remind you
of the room and help you find it.

Details...

Yeah, that was it.

It was in a painting
that was hanging in the room!

-Bravo. I... got it right.

Ha!

Course he got it right.

The Astronomer's a genius.

Where would we be without him?

Our memory clings to
what we find most interesting.

And of all things,

you remember a painting with a temple.
A true architect.

You know, I really hoped you'd
be a bit smarter than the rest.

You reminded me of myself
when I was young.

-Ah!
-Uh!

Modern medicine fights to prolong
a person's life for a few meager years.

I was able to
prolong it for a thousand.

And you know what?

My own research department

lost its financing in order to support
studies for a solution to cellulite.

I never understood how to live
in a world so foolish, so petty.

But then I realized
there's another world.

And I'm a God there.

-Watch out!
-Uh!

Oh!

Fly, run!

I was a doubting Thomas as well,
fretted it was just a mere illusion.

But then I made a discovery.

Everything that we live for,

all of our emotions like joy...

-...anger, sorrow,

surprise, happiness,

are nothing more than
electric signals in our brain.

We measured them on people
in a coma and in the real world,

and you know what?

They are absolutely identical.

The life in Coma
is as real as it gets.

End of story.

Simple as that.

Ah!

We found it, Fly.

Come on.

Come on.

-Oh!
-Quiet!

Quiet. Quiet.

Breathe. Shh. Breathe.

Breathe. Just breathe.

Just breathe.

Gently. You'll be ok.

Ok? You'll be ok.

Come on. Come on.

What the...

Baby.

You and me,
we're going home now.

You need to be quiet.
Please, can you do that?

Keep breathing.
We're going home now, ok?

Stand up. Stand up.

Ok, I'm pretty much, uh... almost done,
but I need a break anyway,

so let's take the dog out
for some fresh air.

-Alright, let's grab our coats.
-Mhm.

Did anyone get back to you
about your proposals?

No, they didn't.

I think maybe it's a question of
how the presentation was done.

No, everything's fine.
I just have to be realistic.

My plans aren't
commercially interesting. But...

...we won't have to
worry about money because...

I got a gig.

-Really?
-Yeah.

I'm so proud of you, baby.

The recent trial involving the
alleged sect "Foundation of Eternal Life"

will end with a hung jury.

Charges are expected to be dropped
due to a lack of hard evidence,

as it was established
during court hearings

that all subjects of the experiment
were there legally.

Despite recent accusations,

the organization continues to
recruit followers at an astounding rate.

Do you think they'll come for us?

I'm not worried too much.
Why don't you go get dressed.

By the way,
there was a letter for you...

-Um, yeah, I saw it already.
-...in the mail this morning.

Yeah, what was it?

Uh, nothing that's interesting.
You know, um,

documents for an old project.