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I have to run home and change.

Let’s just not go.

I'm leaving now.

Five minutes, five more minutes.

Pssst!

They know you’re here.

Don't go back to sleep.

I won't.

Selamat pagi.

Pagi.

You know what Shakespeare
said about punctuality?

Better three hours too early,
then one minute too late.

My hand was on the door on time.

So here we are, at
the end of it all

I've done what I can for you, now you
have to go out and think on your own

time to fly or die.

Still defending
Aristotle, Mr. Zimit.

Up or down.0 or 1. True
or false. Fly or die.

You’re a slave to binary
logic, you know that?

Logic, being?

The science of reason.

Or more precisely?

The power of the mind
to form judgment

based on strict
principles of validity.

Logic...

Remains after 10,000 years
of the human experience,

the best way to get
through the day.

Though it still doesn't
do much for you at night.

Oh, right. I've read a great
line in bed last night

I was going to mention this.

Philosophy is to real life,
as masturbation is to sex.

At least you're reading.

That brings up an
interesting point though

whether philosophy makes any difference
to help people actually live.

I mean, Mr. Zimit would
you say that most people

who never study
philosophy do OK in life?

I couldn’t give a monkey's, whether
most people do OK in life.

I mean according to who's
vapid creed, is doing OK?

"The definition of a
meaningful existence?"

If we really want to
talk about most people..

Most people are waddling
through their days

stuffing cheese puffs
down their gullets,

Most people are so mush brains

they have no hope of solving
of the intricate problems

they come up against
as adult human beings

most people by the age of 40 have
turn into blubbering nutters

at least on the inside.

Fortunately, you're
not "Most people".

So for you, there’s a chance to

clear apart through the
muck of the world.

And see ahead to the
deep truth of things.

Which is why we
spent the last year

strengthening your mind
with the same tools

used by some of the
best brains in history.

Descartes, Newton, Wittgenstein,
to explore in the imagination

what they were constraint from
exploring in the physical world.

Do we feel like recapping some of
our favorite thought experiments?

The infinite monkey theorem.

The infinite monkey theorem...

the classic way to wrap your head
around the concept of "infinity".

Which is so endless that if you
put a monkey at a typewriter

and let him bang
away at it forever,

he'll eventually, almost surely.
Completely randomly

type out the entire play
of Hamlet, word for word.

I mean, the odds are nanoscale but he's
gonna hit all the rights keys on a row

on any given day, but over
the stretch of eternity

across time, without any limit

every event has some

actual mathematical probability
of really happening.

Who else?

I like the trolley problem.

An out of control trolley car
is speeding towards 5 people

tied to a track

but, you can pull a lever

and make the trolley
swerve into another track

where only 1 person is
going to get run down.

Should you do it?

If your being utilitarian
about it, you can argue

that you did the right thing
letting 1 person die to save 5.

But what if the situation
was slightly different?

This time there's no lever
to make the trolley swerve

but there’s an obese man
standing next to the track

and you calculate that
he weights just enough

to derail the trolley.

Do you push him in front of it?

Absolutely not!

How's it less acceptable
than the first version?

You’re still sacrificing
1 person to save 5.

They're both wrong.

Don't be fool by the arithmetic

it's murder, either way.

Anyone else?

The ignorant bliss paradox.

You're hanging off the
highest tower in Jakarta

it's a thousand foot
drop to your death

so you call your three
best friends for help

they rush out to save you

but they're afraid if they try to pull you
up, they might be yanked over themselves

so they step back.

You fall...

and live.

But do you wish you never tested
your friends, in the first place?

Since now you know you
can't count on them

when it's a matter
of life or death.

Would it be better if you stayed
ignorant of what their truly good for

and gone on being
friend forever?

I'd wanna know the truth

cut your loses, and walk on.
You'll find other friends.

You'll fall off other towers.

The good news is:

although we're about
to part ways.

Not one of you leaves here, lacking the
credentials to thrive in the world

your all well equipped,
to push on to university

and become happy,
energetic members

of a post industrial
twenty-first century society.

On the other hand. What if
that society ceases to exist?

What if your credentials don't
mean what you expected?

And your expectations
mean nothing at all?

I know it's hard to
conceive of everything

you’ve based your plans on, being
wiped away at a single stroke

but it's happened before
and it can happen again

so let's say things do change

I propose one last
good ancon experiment

a final thought experiment, for
our final session together.

Something on a grand
scale, something juicy.

Let's envision a
global cataclysm

in the event of which,
how do you survive?

Uh, the last day of
the year is you know

traditionally sort of a chill
experience for seniors

this is starting to
feel, not so chill.

Uh, the last day of the year
is traditionally, you know

still a day which I
can fail seniors.

Or at least knock them
down a letter grade

for refusing to participate.

That's what the
academic handbook says.

But what kind of cataclysm
are we talking about?

Gamma ray burst, Pandemic,
Erupting super volcano,

a sudden shift in the earth
axis rotation, gray goo?

Hang on chips, we'll get there.

But is it biological? Geological?
Thermal nuclear? Meteorological?

Let's go old school, say Atomic.

Ready? Set.

Think...

Definitely radiological
and heading this way.

Sorry, what are we
doing in Prambanan?

Field trip.

Listen up everyone.
We're going to have to

take shelter here in
this reinforced bunker.

You see the problem.

We're a group of 21 but the
bunker is only built for 10.

So we'll share a beds
and ration supplies.

Can't be done. Let
me show you why.

You can't share oxygen, every cubic
centimeter of breathable air in here

once the outer door is seal, comes
from these compressed tanks

this place has been engineered

to support 10 people for 1 year

even 1 person more
means, death by hypoxia.

If you try to cram anyone
else in, you'll asphyxiate.

The temperature of an impact
point is ten million degrees

we have maybe an hour before the
wind starts dropping fallout.

This is a radiological event
that’s global in scope

to live through it, we'll have to
spend a full year inside this bunker

which is equipped with a generator and
fuel supply to keep it running that long

which means you have to decide

whose valuable enough to
expend limited resources on.

I stipulate the existence of
1,000 bunkers around the world

times 10 occupants per bunker,
that's a gene pool of 10,000 people

to reboot the human race with.

I'm sorry, are you saying we are suppose
to choose who goes in the bunker and

who stays out and dies? Because if
that's the experiment I'm not doing it.

Well, you have to.

I won't. It's repulsive.

It's the sort of pseudo-science

a gang of Nazis would have dreamt
up in a big garden, circa 1939.

This isn't a eugenics experiment

the goal isn't to
improve the human race

the goal is to save
the human race.

Which means, a commitment to reason
no matter how much it hurts.

I decline.

Then we'll be 20 rather than
21 to whittle down to 10.

When the hot particles
of nuclear fallout

burn through your skin
and your organs start

shutting down through
radiation poisoning...

Try not to scream.

Well, I suppose I'm in.

I'm sorry but this one
is not for me, so...

the thing about an A+, as
far as semester grades go

it's more than rare, it's
practically mythological.

And an A+ in philosophy, there's never been
one in the history of this department.

So I have to ask, how
does it feel knowing

you could've been the first, if only
you hadn't walked out the door?

Bribery is not my very
favorite form of negotiation.

Then what about sympathy?

Let's say if you leave
someone else pays.

The difference between
an A+ and an A

won't change your life,
but for example, James?

A grade that drops
form a B-to a C+

that might actually disturb the good
people at Cornell admission's office.

You'll risk a faculty
review, to keep me here?

I'm a rationalist.

I know I need the best student
in the room, to stay in the room

if I want a thought experiment

to yield it's sharpest result.

This is one rude "goodbye", you
could've just bought us pastries.

I don't have a problem
with an atomic holocaust.

That's the spirit.

We are pioneers of the
mind in this classroom

scholars and philosophers

so, this is how
it's going to work

you'll each choose at random
a card from inside this box

on each card there
is a profession

based on that profession, your
colleagues are going to make decisions

concerning your
bunker worthiness.

James was last one into the room

I designate you, first
one into the experiment

we'll make a punctual man out
of you, one way or the other.

Isn't punctuality the
virtue of the lonely?

So, who are we? James?

I am an organic farmer.

I'm a structural engineer.

Real state agent.

I'm a carpenter.

I'm an opera singer.

I'm a hedge front manager.

I'm a harpist.

I'm an astronaut.

I'm a PhD in chemistry.

I'm an electrician.

I'm a wine auctioneer.

I'm an orthopedic surgeon.

I'm a house keeper.

I'm a fashion designer.

I'm a gelato maker.

I'm a zoologist.

I'm a psycho therapist,

I'm a soldier.

I'm a United States senator.

I'm a published poet.

You would have never have
voted him into the bunker

what does a poet bring to
the table in the world

we are facing, his skill set was
the definition of useless.

That doesn't mean you
had to kill him.

Was it any crueler than letting an
atomic cloud peel his skin off?

Do you not see the weather?

And do you really imagine he was
just going to sit on a rock

and wait to be scorched?

If you hadn't voted in a slot

he would have killed
you to get in.

How can you know that?

Your still not locking on the
conditions of the exercise

you have a brutally short
window to calculate,

who deserves a slot
on your bunker.

Your one tool: logic.

The variables?

Your skill sets as indicated
on the cards you chosen.

Other than that, you are in the thought
experiment as you are in real life.

James, name your
best characteristic.

I'm a pacifist.

So he is a pacifist
in our experiment

it was close call

between two people
of different gender

preference always
goes to the girl.

Because child bearing becomes
job n.1 after the apocalypse.

Who are you in this experiment?

I am the wild card. A person
whose skill set you don't know

so you have to assess whether
it's worth keeping me around

you might learn something from
me, that you need to survive.

Sounds inconsistent.

Well then for now just think of me
as the chap who enforces the rules.

I'm an orthopedic surgeon. Which is ever
better than being a regular doctor,

'cause I specialize in
fixing broken bones

which I expect we'll have many

I provide excellent value, so it's
hard to envision not voting me in.

All agreed?

So, I'm a harpist.

It's rather worse than that.
Your a harpist without a harp.

Is that really the
measure of a man?

Whether or not he has his harp
with him, post-cataclysm.

But even if you had a harp,

as far as the survival of the species
goes, harp playing is not crucial

so who votes to give
Russell a slot?

Fuck it.

Zoology just isn’t a
skill set we absolutely need

we all know about animals.

A carpenter is basic, how can
we not have a carpenter?

If we are going to
repair broken equipment

we obviously need
an electrician.

I don't really know what a
wine auctioneer even does.

A fashion designer? Beatrice,
I wish I could say yes,

but how would what you know
about clothes help us survive?

Nelson, you're such a good guy but
your a housekeeper, it's low value.

Omosede is a senator.
She knows the law.

She knows how to negotiate,
she knows how to lead.

James is an organic farmer

if we cant grow food,
we can't live.

A gelato maker is lovely,
truly lovely, but that's it.

A real state agent, in a world

with no more houses
to buy or sell?

Look I always wanted to
be an astronaut but I

don't think we'll be sending
ships into space any time soon.

Jack has a PhD in chemistry, that's
vital in a thousand different ways.

We'll need a mental
health professional

in a world where we are all going to be
traumatized for the rest of our lives.

A hedge front manager

it will be like giving
a slot to a vampire.

A structural engineer
means we can rebuild

houses, bridges, dams..

What does a soldier contribute
except ways to kill people?

Ways to keep the
peace, of course.

An opera singer is essential

for entertainment, for
relaxation, for inspiration.

What does Mr. Zimit bring?

The answer is, we don't know.

He self identified as the wild
card, it's too big a risk.

I think we can survive without an
opera singer, at best it's a luxury.

Mr. Zimit is bringing some kind of
secret utility, that can really matter.

I would rather have the chance
to win big than win small.

All in favor of giving
Mr. Zimit the last slot.

We're going to be cooped up for a whole
year, let's take 5 minutes and be alone.

I found these in a stream,
should I bring them?

Thanks for staying to save me.

What makes you think
I stayed for you?

Well I think you stayed to
save me from getting a "C".

You can't live without me.

They didn’t want to face the
agony of death by radiation

they asked me to help.

I don't want him in
the bunker with us.

Listen, I'm going to try
some hydroponics’ gardening

while we're locked
in for the year.

Maybe get some fresh
vitamins in our own system

instead of just the
freeze dried stuff.

So, if everybody could
take a quick look around

and bring in whatever
plants or herbs you find

that'd be a big help.

Better three hours too early,
than one minute too late.

Is everybody OK?

We never saw the bathroom.

There's no condoms.

Sex isn't for fun anymore.

Come look at this.

It's a retreat space to take
the edge of cabin fever

artificial garden, phototherapy

day bed, all to help
alleviate depression.

I could live through
a year in a bunker

I could find the fields, I
could rebuild the world

I can do anything. As
long as you're with me.

It's a lie, there
is no exit code.

Let's find out. No, no, no!

You'll flood us with
radiation if it opens.

What if we do need
a code to get out?

Well, we're going have to live through
the year not knowing the answer to that.

Can I point out, that
instead of writing down

he was the only one
who had the code

he could've just
written down the code.

- Meaning? - He was
only taunting us.

He knew it'd be a riddle gnawing
at our brains for 12 months

I'm not sure about that.

Why would a bunker need
a code to get out?

Security precaution

to prevent someone opening the door too
early, without realizing it would kill us.

He wouldn't bury us in here

maybe he would.

We did do the dirty on
him and lock him out.

364 days till we
know who's right.

It wasn't what you'd
call a heavenly year.

Life in a bunker on the wrong
side of an atomic apocalypse

is no joy, under the
best of circumstances.

But it's far worse.

When your there, brooding
over the calendar

wondering if the end of your first agony,
will be the beginning of your next.

Without the exit code,
there was no getting out

every idea the mind could
spit up was tried.

Beginning with the
bunker's small armory.

It was all in vain. The emotional
instead of rational calculus

used to deny the one person
a slot in the bunker

who as it turns out

could have got everyone safely out again,
was now producing it's inescapable result.

Eventually the last
container of food

from the last storage bin,
was cooked and served.

No proper meals followed,

only scraps of nourishment
from any source available.

Then came an unexpected death

a brain aneurysm.

Not a medical examiner
was present to say so

brought on by acute
mental anguish.

Those who couldn’t bear what
they done to stay alive

or what horrors they had to look forward
to, until they die, asked for help.

And then, finally,
the oxygen supply

which had lasted several
weeks longer than a year

because there had been only 9 people in the
bunker, instead of 10, dribbled to a halt

hypoxia followed and
then it was all done.

Charming.

I was eaten.

I'm a little dubious about
only you knowing the exit code

it's quite coincidental.

Einstein said "coincidence is just
God's way of staying Anonymous."

So God gave you the code?

I stipulated I was the wild card,
which you get in any random sampling.

Your job was to include
or exclude me based

on what you didn't know
about me, you chose wrong.

Because what you didn’t know about
me, is I'm a bunker builder

with the Indonesian
defense department

as a matter of fact, I built
the bunker you just died in.

So it's no surprise I knew the exit code,
since I keyed it into the system myself.

Don't worry about it you'll do
better in the next iteration.

Next iteration?

Mont Bromo.

New iteration: new location.

But we still have a bunker and
we still have an apocalypse.

Everything is in
one piece inside.

So how would it be any
different this time?

There’s always another
angle to any experiment

and you saw going in

no one in the world is defined
only by his or her skill set

there’s always more to the story

check the inside of your card

hold on, one at a time.

I'm an organic farmer.
Who is gay.

That’s not going to win votes.

- Why not? - Because
we're stepping things up

every bunker around the world
is now required to get

at least one pregnancy
in the works.

Preferably, produce a healthy baby during
the course of the year's confinement.

That still doesn't answer my
question. I'm a farmer, I'm gay.

No big deal, I still know
what I know about farming

and I can still sleep
with a girl to get her

pregnant, if that's what
your talking about.

I still have the right equipment
so, whoever wants to vote for me?

I'm an orthopedic surgeon, who
on a trip to Uganda last week

"foot doctors without borders"
was exposed to the Ebola virus

may or may not be on the verge of a
full blown Ebola hemorrhagic fever.

That's a puzzler, do you
risk a slot on a doctor

could save your life, if she
doesn't drop dead next week.

Or who could just as easily
infect you with the virus

that will exterminate
the whole bunker.

I highly doubt I contracted the
disease, I'm sure I'll be fine

all in favor of going through
the apocalypse with healthcare?

I don't think that’s
logical decision making.

I think it's irrational
surrender to fear mongering.

I won't be leaving here with warm
memories of you, because of this.

I don't care, how warm
your memories of me are

I only care whether I stretched your
brain to their largest possible size.

Your a mean bean Mr. Zimit.

And pardon me for saying but some days
your logic reeks of bullshit.

Next.

I'm a hedge front manager

who because of a phobia
about Armageddon

always travels with 5
million dollars worth of

diamonds, sapphires, gold
and platinum in hand

and unlike paper money it holds
it's value during war or famine

on a cataclysm like this.

Plus she's a girl.
She has girl parts.

Chips, you're up.

I'm a carpenter.

Um, sterile... cool.

Atomic war is going to
flatten everything, right?

So, we're going to need
to build new houses,

lawns and sheds with
our bare hands.

Everything is going to be made
out of wood for a century

that takes expertise

I'm voting for Chips.

Thanks, James.

I am a structural engineer, who
is also an electrical engineer.

Hard to argue with that

I'm an electrician.

Who has fibrodysplasia
ossificans progressiva

it's a very rare disease of the
connective tissue. A mutation.

Every time I fall down
or bump into something

wherever I hurt myself turns
to bone on the inside

in the end I'll
ossify all over

I'll be a statue under my skin.
I'll only be able to move my lips.

Andy, I'm sorry mate,
but that's not so good.

We let you in the first time so you could
help get the electrical grid working but

if you're all turned to bone.

You’re not going to be able to
climb the transmission towers

or even walk.

I could be really careful

and try not to bump into
things for a few years.

Sounds like a losing battle.

Also, you're no treat
for the gene pool.

Petra's extra degree in
electrical engineering

means your skill set as an
electrician won't be much missed.

What's going on? We
already had our blast.

This is worse than before.

We are in the middle of
an atomic free for fall

we better wrap this up. Poppy.

I'm a psychotherapist,
though it's true

I had a hysterectomy
at the age of 12

due to pediatric ovarian cancer.

So you can't have kids?

I'm a zoologist and I
blog at night for Peta.

Well there are no more zoos
and no more computers...

there are still animals

Vivian, we are at the dividing line
between survival and annihilation.

What do you have to offer
after the bombs stop falling?

I'm a PhD in chemistry,
who won the genetic lotto

so I won't get, heart
disease, lung disease.

Joint disease or brain disease.

Barring a knife to the neck
or stepping into quick sand

I will live to the age of 103 without any
serious physical ailment or impediment.

I'm a real state agent
but also a midwife

a male midwife?

Yeah, a male midwife, sexist.

We lost our doctor, we need
someone who can deliver babies

how can we not vote for midwife?

I'm a gelato maker. That's it.

There’s nothing on the
inside of my card.

All against.

I'm an opera singer, so
I speak seven languages

we'll need to be able to
communicate with survivors

from other bunkers
around the world.

There's something else.

But, why does the inside
of my card say two things?

And mine said none?

Must be a typo, keep going.

In three years I'll
develop throat cancer

and if there’s no hospital

and no doctor to take out the
tumor, I'll lose my voice

I won't be able to sing or speak

even though the cancer will
stop just short of killing me.

I'm a wine auctioneer.
I have an I. Q of 200.

I'm voting for Mitzie.

You're voting for everyone

she's literally a genius.

It's less Impressive
than it sounds

a wine auctioneer
who test well is...

not a must have for saving
civilization, I'm sorry Mitz.

I'm a fashion designer

who created a hit line of women’s
wear out of bamboo cashmere.

So I'm a left brain, right
brain success story.

Insignificant. All against?

I'm a harpist, with an
autism spectrum disorder.

I'm a United States senator

who would have become the best female
chief justice of the supreme court

and the most effective American
jurist in the generation.

I'm a soldier with a
document eidetic memory

the army has me on tape reciting the
first 92 thousand decimal places of Pi.

I'm a housekeeper, who is
such a good and kind person

that the angels will
bow their heads

as I walk through the gates
of heaven, if heaven exist.

And if not, I'm just a
nice guy who clean rooms.

Are we seriously
considering this?

We need more boys.

He is a house keeper.

No nation succeeds without
the strong working class

he's strong, I say we
let in some strength.

I'm a published poet who...

I'm afraid his slot is for me.

Why would we give it to you now?

We never got the
exit code from him

we still need what he knows.

Give me the keys to
the truck, now, now!

I intent to outrun these blasts, I
have room for passengers, its up to you!

Move! Move! Move!

Petra, Petra, pleaser.
Petra, please stop!

Petra, please!

What happened?

I walked in on James and Jack.

James and Jack?

This is how I am
now, you know that.

But with Jack?

Yeah the rules are, except for
what's written on the cards we are.

In the thought experiment
what we are in real life

I didn't know

my boyfriend was over from Cambridge
in Christmas, you met him.

I thought that was your cousin.

My cousin?

I misunderstood for some
reason, I apologize.

You Ok?

At least James can still
be your baby daddy.

We can still procreate with him.

I'm not sure about that.

I'm just not sure I feel right
about sleeping with a girl

for me, it'd be unnatural.

And for the survival of the
species you couldn’t fake it?

Which you said you would.

Should I have to?

I mean do we really understand
what the bigger picture is?

Maybe by not procreating I'm
helping the species to survive

or even, evolve in some complicated
way we can't understand.

Evolve, by not procreating?

Maybe this a good time to go
over how we are going to pair up

we need to get a pregnancy
going as fast as we can

and the arithmetic on six males and four
females, doesn't leave many options.

First of all, Bonnie and
Plum are both having

their periods, so
they're out for now.

How did you know I'm
having my period?

I'm a midwife. I can tell.

And I think Omosede has
her eye on Nelson,

so they're paired up.

Does that sound Ok to you?

Lovely.

Which leaves Petra,
who's ovulating

and for sperm donation
is Mr. Zimit.

What?

Well you said you were
out on principle.

Jack might still be
willing to pitch in?

So Jack is out. Nelson is already spoken
for. Chips is unfortunately sterile.

And sleeping across religious
lines isn’t forbidden

per say, in my faith but

sleeping with a partner who’s
not otherwise chased, is.

Which leaves Mr. Zimit.

We do need to multiply.

What, right now?

Petra?

Petra, just because I don't
want to sleep with you anymore

doesn't mean I don't
love you anymore.

It's not working

what's not working?

Four women in prime physical
condition, ten weeks of intercourse

no pregnancies.
Something's not right.

We're ten of the
last people on earth

we're stuck in a bunker

and we're under the
influence of an atomic war

that for some unknown reason,
keeps going on and on

the stress alone is enough
to stop conception.

The uterus isn't stupid,
it knows what it's doing

evidently it still
needs some help.

I don't like the sound of that.

Do you really still not see it?

We're not here just
to save ourselves

we're here to make sure
that human life continues

reproducing is our
highest priority

multiple partners for the girls

and this time all of the boys
are going to have to contribute

to maximize our odds.

No matter how much one
of them doesn't like it.

We are pushing logic
hard to try to survive

we are extreme philosophers because
we have big problems to solve

but philosophy isn't morality
and even logic has it's limit

so let me explain this to you.

You will not force me,
to be with any boy

other than the one I want to be with
or different boys on different nights.

If you try... I will kill you.

Get up! Get up, all of you!
Out! Out.

Out! All of you, out! Not you.

Go! Now! Move!

Human beings were built
with a design flaw

we believe what we feel
rather than what is

which means that the weaker
minded among us are...

easily suede by impassioned arguments.
Even when they're very bad ideas

I won't have you debating
us into extinction.

I'll say what I want, if you
don't like it, shoot me.

No!

One more round?
We can do better!

I have a question. Why
did you cough before?

What?

Right after I picked my card you
had a sort of... Coughing fit.

And you had another one right
after Petra picked hers.

You haven't coughed since
it's... It's curious.

I took a cough drop.

I didn’t notice, and I've
been looking right at you

it has secret compartments,
it's like a magicians box.

These all say the same thing.

Organic farmer, who’s gay

that's why you had me go first

so any card I picked would
have been the same.

Then you switched them out
so any card Petra picked

would have been the same

then you switch in all the
random cards for everybody else

first you made me important

by making me a farmer

then you made me irrelevant
by making me gay.

Which is relevant and
awesome if it's real but

why rig it? Just to cut
me out of the gene pool?

I get that you never though I
was smart enough for your class

does it really offend you
that much that I'm here?

Because that's one seriously
demented vendetta

against one harmlessly
mediocre student.

You remember the anegree
of Plato’s cave?

Yeah.

Sum it up.

A person lives his entire life
from when he is a little kid

chained to a wall inside a cave,
were all he ever sees are shadows

and all he ever hears are echoes

so. . He assumes that’s what reality
really looks like and sounds like

then one day he is
unchained and he

realizes there were bodies
casting the shadows

and voices making the echoes

his whole idea of what was
real was just an illusion.

That sounds a bit like you.

Only in your case, chained
by privilege and good luck

watching shadows of
beautiful shapes

and hearing echoes of success

and thinking "that’s how things truly,
rightfully and eternally are".

Well now you got a glimpse
through that illusion

I wouldn’t call that
a vendetta, James

I'd call it a tutorial.

I can tell your lying to me, I
just don't know what about.

If you really wanted to
enlighten me or disillusion

me or whatever your
deciding to call it.

I still don't understand why you

bother making me a farmer.

Why not a, I don't know, a florist?
So I'd never make the cut at all.

You know what? I do
want another round.

You haven’t had enough
philosophy for one day?

I wanna go again. Let's reset and
get our doomsday on, one more time.

Please, can we not?

I'd like to do another.

Let's do another one.

Great.

Just one thing this time,
you are a florist.

Are we early?

Nothing yet. I'll
do a quick check.

Looks like you could
use some company.

Can I give you a hug?

Why?

Because I know how hard
this has been on you.

I'm going to change things now

you're not going to like it.

I have a proposition to make

we've had trouble deciding who
gets a slot the past few times

but I have a different way we
could go, if your willing.

You all know me. You know what kind of
person I am, for better or for worse

so I'd like to be in charge
of who's in and who's out

and if you agree I promise I'll use
my very best and fairest judgment

I'm staying out of it, you have
to find your own fate now.

Is this a joke?

As is, you're staying out of it?

Have an obligation
to step back in.

If I see a student about
to walk off a cliff

this is who you want to let in?

A wine auctioneer?

She has a genius I. Q

which made her smart enough to pack
a case of red and a case of white

into the boat for
our field trip.

That's a shame. Because that A+
just vanished into thin air.

A fashion designer?

Dressing well boost self esteem

self-esteem promotes
productivity

productivity rebuilds
civilization.

A-

Petra this is disorder.
The poet?

The poet, we would've known if
you'd let him describe himself

he is also a champion
poker player

and he brought his cards.

The harpist has autism!

Some people consider
autism a gift.

B+

She was exposed to the
Ebola virus last week.

I'm praying she wasn't infected.

Down to a "B"

she's an opera singer
that’s struck with cancer

and can't even speak
in three years

what's the point?

We could be dead in three days,
I'd like to fall sleep to music

before it's all over.

B-

Jack, you've got the beautiful
difference in your favor

and we need to make sure a virtue
like that stays in the gene pool.

Sorry I don't mean
to sound ungrateful

but I'm I the only one who won't
have anyone in here to be with

there isn't anyone now

but what about in here?
Can we carry over?

Wait sorry, you want someone who's
not out, to come out right now?

Just to sleep with you
in a thought experiment.

We graduate tomorrow, now's a
good time to make a move.

Out of 20 of us, statistically,
there’s gotta be somebody else.

Really? Nobody?

Parker?! Get in.

You have two slots left. Choose.

No, he's a florist, there's
no way you can justify it.

You're willing to go through
life defending yourself

every time someone
checks your transcript?

Explaining that you really were
the best student in the class

but you almost fail because...
I don't know what?

I won't let you do it.

Get out of there! Get out!

Get Out!

Are you looking for this?

Can I give you a hug?

I'm going to give
back to you now

you're going to walk away and
find your own faith with it.

Put these away, you'll have
them if you need them.

Put them away!

Put the bullets away and go!

You can't shoot me,
you're a pacifist.

I'll make an exception.

You won't know the
exit code without me

7-3-8-7-2

eidetic memory.

Petra, get in.

I didn’t ask to run this
so I could save myself.

It's the last slot, Petra!

Bonnie, get inside.

I'm a soldier, I know how
to knock things down,

you're an engineer you know
how to build things up.

I'm not worth as much.

My logic's fuzzier

in my apocalypse everybody is
worth as much as everybody else

no.

I'm not letting you sacrifice
yourself to save me

I won't let you sacrifice
yourself to save me.

Then we'll both go up in smoke

and you'll have wasted a
slot for someone to live.

Chips?

Petra. It doesn't matter about
the slots, we have to go now.

We'll take the
boat and get away.

We'll find an island outside
the detonation zone

there’s still time.

Petra! I have the
keys to the boat.

Let's go. Let's go!

So we settle in for a
year inside a bunker

keeping safe from
an atomic holocaust

and despite the
horrific circumstances,

which should have made everyone
of us absolutely miserable,

somehow, we had fun.

Toby's cards help

and good wine

and poker kept our spirits up

specially since Plum had been
generous enough to leave us her gold

and when Mitzy confessed

she always brought along something a
bit stronger on out of town trips

some of us were glad to know it.

Then there was Shakespeare.

And once a month we
had an original poem.

And now and then, late at
night, one of us danced

because if you don't
know what a gelato maker

is practicing in his spare time

you don't know the whole story.

One good thing about the
apocalypse: all the

extra time we are going
to have together.

Because I might
need the next 20 or

30 years just to tell you
everyway I love you.

Now you say it back to me.

I like your nose

and?

The way you smile

and I love your terrible poems

there's a girl I
know named Petra,

she’s smart and cute, etc,

I like her hair,
it's blond and fair

and I'm really glad I metya.

So you only like me for
the things I do badly?

No.

We had an universe to
ourselves for a while

and in our universe

we had art, we had literature
and we had engineering.

The machine room was a
trove of spare parts

puzzle pieces for all kinds of
acts of creation and construction

and engineers do love puzzles

specially in the service
of their friends

because a harpist without
a harp isn't a liability

only a riddle to solve.

And finally we prayed

we prayed for our friends
who weren't with us

we prayed for the other
survivors around the world

we prayed for the animals who didn’t have
safe places to wait out the trouble

we prayed for our parents
we prayed to God

there was some kind of
greater plan in the works.

And then the year was up.

The bombs never fell

we're Ok.

You mean, your alive?

And here is what I
predict happens next.

True, the bombs never
fell where you are.

But the rest of the
world was decimated

but since you're mostly deficient
in skill sets of practical value

you can never get
back to Jakarta

or build new shelters or even
grow food and feed yourselves

so you die off.

Because where you are,
only the smartest survive.

Tragic and powerful, But wrong.

We live... briefly... yes.

Imperfectly? Of course.

Stupidly? Sometimes.

But we don't mind, because
that’s the way we're made.

And when it's time to die

we don't resist
death, we summon it.

This is not
philosophy... anymore.

How are you here?

I found a cave.

I went deep enough down

to avoid the radiation,
that I now see, never came.

After a few months, I
lost track of time

and then I heard you.

I have one bullet left

which I will use to kill
you, if you need me to

to stop you from committing
an act so unreasonable

it might end the human race.

So, can I just say? A tip of
the top hat to our boy Chips.

You chose your love life over
your actual life in that bunker

I saw it on your face when you made
up your mind to go for the girl.

Petra, I have the
keys to the boat.

Let's go, Let's go!

That did not fail to impress

you know what, that's not
exactly what happened.

We're listening.

Ok so I ran a little
thought experiment

inside our thought experiment.

I didn’t think anyone would mind if
I fiddle with things, just a bit

and your thought experiment
has hit what premise?

What's the point of living
if you can't have sex?

Really!?

Yeah, I was just a
sterile kid in a bunker

everybody else was starting to
pair up to save the human race

sex for procreation only, so I
would've been the odd man out

or I could be one man with...
six women all to myself.

So I found another uninhabited island
outside the detonation zone...

Hold it, I was on that boat
too, what happened to me?

Drowned.

And me?

Barracuda attack?

What about me?

Ah Andy, the day that
we arrive at the new

island, you had a run
in with the palm tree.

You turned to bone by the end of the
week because of your hideous disease.

So it was just myself
and the ladies.

Me being a carpenter,
I built a shelter

we set up shop.

Had a girl for each night of the week
and on the seventh night, I rested.

Um, excuse me you're sterile

why would we have sex
with you at all?

Ah, because that’s the flip
side to my thought experiment

what do you do if
you're six girls?

And you need to start
repopulating the human race?

You've only got one
man to work with?

And he's infertile? You
try, try and try again.

Any specialist can tell you
that in someone my age

infertility is more often
than not, sub-fertility.

Meaning, even if the
odds are only 1 in 1,000

that I can get the job done,
there’s still a chance

so yeah, I had defective semen.

But in the land of the blind,
the one eyed man is King.

Well friends, I believe Chips has
just settled the old question:

is philosophy to real life
as masturbation is to sex?

And the answer is?

Sometimes you want to have a
wank and a shag in the same day

six girls? That's nicely done.

Just putting to good
use my large sex organ

my brain.

Thanks for that, Chips.

Don't forget to leave
me your textbooks.

You trouble me, Eric,

taking out your issues
with me on James.

Not your finest hour.

He isn't smart enough for you.

How can you still not see it?

Being smart isn't everything, has it
done for you just what you hoped?

Punishing him makes no sense...
because he doesn't know about us.

I'm not sure he needs to know.

Specially after the way
you behaved today.

I love him, so leave him alone.

Guess that’s why you didn't

I just couldn't put all
the pieces together

who could?

You.

Nobody is trying to take
anything away from you

I got mad at you about
going to Cornell.

I still don't understand
how he got in

I wrote his essay for him.

Did you?

No.

The winters are brood in Ithaca.
You'll be cold.

I'll buy a sweater.

You honestly believe

that James as of this world
can keep up with you?

Only in a classroom of
overachievers like this

can anyone possibly accuse
him of being inadequate

you want me to skip college?

And stay in Jakarta? Is that
what you're asking me to do?

There are some, outstanding
universities in this city.

Can you imagine, how good
we'd be for each other?

Yes.

But you do know
that can't happen.

Of course I know.

Do you know what
"apocalypse" actually means?

Tell me.

It's from the Greek.

"Apokalypsis" meaning to uncover
what you couldn't see before

way out of the dark.

Your sweet talk
still needs work.

I'll get on that.

You're a very good
teacher, Eric.