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(eerie synth music plays)

- [Speaker] We've been dislodged from Fortuna's main line

too early.

- [Artemis] The automatic guidance system is now engaged.

- [Chris] Entering upper atmosphere.

Visibility is low, due to strange cloud formation.

Our priority is to land safely.

- [Artemis] Hull breached. Secure your helmets immediately.

(eerie ambient music plays)

(door hisses)

(door whirs)

(dirt crunches)

(thunder rumbles)

- Artemis: status report.

- [Artemis] It appears we have prematurely disembarked

on Proxima Centauri B.

- Crashed, you mean?

- [Artemis] There are no active signs of life

in our current vicinity.

After conducting an atmospheric safety test,

the air is breathable.

- Finally, some good news.

Got it. Attempt to contact Fortuna.

- [Artemis] Connecting your distress beacon

to the Fortuna Communications Bay now.

(thunder rumbles)

(sombre ambient music plays)

- Where the hell are we? Been completely thrown off course.

- [Artemis] My apologies, Commander.

I am unable to make contact.

All communications with the ship appear to be offline.

- That's just great. Are we able to send a message?

- [Artemis] Yes.

You can record a message that will be sent

once communications with Fortuna are reestablished.

- This is commander Chris Hargrave.

The Artemis exploration pod is preemptively set down

on the surface of Proxima Centauri B,

and is currently non-operational.

A recovery team will need to be sent to these coordinates,

as we require immediate assistance.

Await your reply.

- [Artemis] The message is awaiting signal

from satellite Europa PXB for retrieval.

- Guess all we can do now is wait.

(wind rushes)

(door hisses)

(man screams)

- God, what the fuck is that thing? This is too much.

(door whirs)

- [Nestor] Chris. Where are you? I need help.

- Hello?

Who's out there?

(eerie music plays)

Nestor, is that you?

- [Nestor] Please, you have to save me.

(door hisses)

Please help me. Release me from this prison.

- I want to, but I can't.

- [Nestor] Will you bring my agony to an end?

- I don't know what to do. I'm sorry.

What the fuck are you? What do you want from us?

- All creatures desire one thing.

Freedom. You will help me achieve it.

My species is also on the brink of extinction.

We need a new planet to colonise.

- How do you intend to do that?

- If you want your friend to live,

then you will have no other option but to help us.

- You're not having him, you're not getting the earth on it.

- That's what you think.

We've been waiting a thousand years,

and now that you arrived, you will be the one to take us

off this dying planet to form a new civilization.

- No, thanks. I think I'd rather die.

(man groans)

(computer bleeps)

What is this?

How are you doing that?

- [Hunter] Daddy. Hyperspace is fun.

When are you coming home?

- Hunter?

- [Wife] Hi, darling.

I know you're off doing amazing things,

and saving the planet.

I miss you so much. Your son wants to meet you.

- [Chris] Turn this off and get out of my head.

- If you want to see your wife and son again,

then you will have no other option but to help us.

We will do what we can to spare them.

- I said turn it off!

You listen to me.

I don't know what you want from us,

but you need to let him go right now.

- There is no negotiation.

This is our only chance for salvation.

Free us, and we release your friend unharmed.

Your options for choice are limited, Commander.

- [Chris] Stop. Just let him go, and we'll talk.

- He will be released when we no longer require him.

- God damn it!

(sombre music plays)

(dirt crunches)

(heartbeat thumping)

(helmet hisses)

- [Artemis] Life support levels

for Officer Flannery are critical.

Attach emergency O2 supply immediately.

(ship beeping frantically)

- Shit. Yes, sir.

Artemis, how much oxygen does the pod have left?

- [Artemis] Oxygen levels are at 19%.

- Not good.

What's our fuel situation? How much fuel do we have?

- [Artemis] There is currently 37% fuel remaining.

- Guess that's going to have to do.

Has contact with Fortuna been reestablished?

- [Artemis] Not at this time, Commander.

- Keep trying.

Coming for you, buddy.

(creature growls)

Putting an end to this.

- You (indistinct) see your family again. We can help.

- I'm not listening to any more of your lies.

Artemis, relocate the remaining fuel

in the compression chamber of the cockpit.

- [Artemis] I'm sorry, Commander.

That is a direct violation of my safety protocol.

- I don't have time for protocol. Just do it!

- [Artemis] I am unable to complete your request.

- Oh, for fuck's sake, I'll do it myself.

Activate manual mode.

- [Artemis] May I remind you

that all Fortuna vessels are monitored

by the Vast Horizon Corporation.

Failure to comply with your contractual agreement

will result in intergenerational debt and incarceration.

Would you like to reconsider this lack of reason?

- I'm aware. Proceed.

- [Artemis] Manual operation is confirmed.

- Why did you? I'm the one in control.

- I'm making sure you don't make it off this planet alive.

- You will need to stop us,

and if you do that, you will also die.

There's no survival without us.

- I know. I've already lost everything.

As long as I stop you, then that's all that matters.

(tense music plays)

(creature growls)

(alarm blares)

(fuel splatters)

(creature howls)

- Get your slimy tentacles off me!

(creature growls)

(wind rushes)

(flare hisses)

(sombre music plays)

(creature groans)

(fire rumbles)

- [Hunter] Daddy, why did you do that? It hurts so bad.

- [Wife] I thought you loved me.

Did I mean nothing to you?

- You were meant to protect me. You should have saved me.

- Sorry I couldn't help you.

- You've helped more than you know.

- You're not going to hurt another living soul.

- Fool! You think you've won.

But there's no stopping us.

Dissemination has already begun.

(tense music plays)

(machine beeps)

- [Pilot] Commander Hargrave, do you copy?

This is Clear Sky's recovery vessel.

We've received your distress signal.

We're descending through the atmosphere to your coordinates.

(tense music plays)

- [Warrior] The end of the world began with a war.

The first of many terrible wars.

Fought not for any noble or virtuous cause,

but for something else.

The corporation wars have long since ended,

and we few that survived now live

on the corpse of a dead world.

In the end, were we the lucky ones?

(man screaming)

(dramatic music plays)

(man grunting)

(warrior whistles)

- Don't do it.

Stop!

I said stop!

(gun bleeps)

- Thank the gods you came! You saved me! You came!

- Your key.

- Of course, but smart Marty first.

- It's not going to work like that.

(tense music plays)

- Okay. Now the smart Marty.

What are you doing?

- I'm sorry.

- We had a deal.

- You're dead already.

(Geiger counter crackles)

Not even Ganesh can save you.

- Don't care. We had a deal.

I bring you the key and you give me the holowatch.

Hey, I'm talking to you! Hey!

You think you can walk all over me?

- I can show you mercy.

It's a quicker death than the one you face now.

(tense music continues)

(man splutters)

(man speaks foreign language)

- What do you think?

- Well, if you're asking me if he needs a facial scrub,

I'd say he's long overdue.

- What is this vulture doing on Odisha?

And why is it carrying Sinsim?

- Perhaps it found a way to Ganesh here in Odisha.

- Impossible. I've scoured the entire province.

There's nothing here but sand and radiation.

- Maybe he was looking to trade.

Sinsim is one of the most valuable commodities in the world.

- How much time do I have?

- At this level, 14.6 minutes.

- [Warrior] Who was that man?

- I don't know. - [Warrior] Don't lie to me.

- Even if I did know, why should I tell you?

- Because you have nothing left to lose.

You told him I have the holowatch, didn't you?

What was your plan?

To con us both and get away with the holowatch and Sinsim?

- Can you blame me?

- Who was he?

- He was going to kill me.

I told him I had something better.

I took him out here.

I guess he thought I was lying when you didn't show.

- Why the Sinsim?

- What are they?

- The Nanobots in your blood reacting to the radiation.

- I'm really dead, aren't I?

None of this would have happened

if you would have been here on time.

Why were you late? - I was early.

- And you let him?

Wait!

Can you wait with me until the end?

- [Warrior] I've stayed too long as it is.

- You heartless monster!

I though you Amazons were supposed to be noble warriors.

- Not anymore.

No!

(bomb explodes)

(ears ringing)

(dramatic music plays)

(man screams)

- [Man] Wait, wait, wait!

(laser gun fires)

(ethereal synth music plays)

(ship alarm beeping)

(birds chirping)

(insects chattering)

(gentle sombre music plays)

- [Computer] Superficial injuries on the epidermis

of the thoracic area.

Abrasions and excoriations detected in the pelvic area.

Healed in two sessions. Non-life threatening.

(gentle sombre music continues)

- [Computer] No activity compatible

with an intelligent life has been detected.

Research outcome: negative.

(birds chirping)

Incoming emergency call from Trantor.

- Accept.

Dr. Vasilia, finally.

- Captain Gladia Del Marek.

We lost signal during our retentry phase.

- I had a problem that's forced me to an emergency landing.

I entered the atmosphere at a speed impossible to control.

- [Dr. Vasilia] Fortunately, you are alive. Don't worry.

We will send you a salvage team as soon as possible.

In the meantime, hold down.

We don't know if this planet hasn't updated.

- I haven't detected traces

of intelligent or developed life yet,

but I keep on searching.

This kind of area is small.

- Your mission on Globe Three goes on. Over and out.

(ethereal music plays)

(birds chirping)

- [Gladia] Personal log.

24 sessions have passed since my emergency landing

on the planet known as Globe Three.

Despite irreparable damages of the ship

and the loss of the equipment,

I keep on considering the mission not accomplished.

My precarious psychophysical conditions force me

to slow down the expedition at every new living.

Until now, researchers did not bring

any tangible proof of the existence

of some developed race on this planet.

(gentle music continues)

Hear Captain Gladia Del Marek, Mission Captain Solar three.

Out.

- [Computer] Nutrition supply reserves almost over.

Use with caution.

Incoming call from Trantor.

- Doctor, how long will it take before rescue arrives?

I don't have a lot of means to contain my mission.

- [Dr. Vasilia] I offer you my congratulations, Gladia.

You really are our best astronaut.

The only one who could accomplish this difficult mission

in order to find a new conquerable planet.

- What are you saying?

- [Dr. Vasilia] Lord Vilnius, ruler of Trantor,

wants to congratulate you personally.

- This is Atanvilnius speaking, the only ruler of Trantor.

The isolated piece of rock on which you are standing,

Captain, will be an important military outpost.

Your sacrifice will not be in vain.

Hear Atanvilnius, Supreme Guide of the human race.

- Doctor, you must bring me back!

- [Computer] Supply over. Weakened immune system.

(sombre music plays)

(water trickles)

(ominous music plays)

(Gladia grunts)

- Who are you? I order you to stop.

- Nobody is giving me orders anymore.

- [Computer] No life form detected.

- What are you?

My name is Gladia Del Marek,

and this planet belongs to the human race.

- [Robot] Humans haven't walked on this land

for 2,732 years.

- It's impossible. We never been here before.

- [Robot] You are incorrect, human.

- [Gladia] Let me speak to your master.

- This planet used to be called earth.

It doesn't belong to anyone,

and it didn't belong to anyone before either.

I know why you came here, human,

but you must know something.

I do not have masters.

- [Gladia] Wait!

I came here to look for something like you.

Someone like you.

(distant animal howling)

(electronic bleeping)

- Captain.

- Doctor, finally.

You can't imagine what happened here.

- With our parameters and your skills,

combined with your studies and experience gained

through simulations make you

the right person for this mission.

I offer you my congratulations, Gladia.

You really are our best astronaut.

The only one who can accomplish this difficult mission,

in order to find new, conquerable...

- Come back, you coward!

(animal howling)

(fire crackles)

(muffled animal grunting)

(dark music plays)

- I know when a human lies.

Don't move.

(machine beeps)

- [Computer] Secret code unlocked.

Begin launch of the virus procedure.

- [Robot] That's what you are.

- What do you mean? I didn't know anything about this.

- They sent you to destroy any form of life on earth.

- I'm an explorer of worlds, not a murderer.

- Prove it. Or you will die now.

- Happy birthday, Gladia. We are proud of you.

Keep testing your limits.

- [Mother] You will help many people find a better life.

You will help them accomplish wonders.

- [Father] We miss you.

- [Mother] Our hopes and dreams travel with you.

- How can man be able to create something wonderful,

and then destroy it?

Mine is the story of a being condemned by its own creator.

First to slavery in a factory

where they assign me to replace humans,

and then to the hatred of human themselves.

But I cannot hate you.

- We also create robots in our planet to serve. To help us.

But none of them is like you.

- Free.

I believe that only who want freedom can truly be free.

- It seems your freedom is at a price.

- Do you think I did not think about that?

I have seen human civilization disappear

in an infinitely shorter time than its own creation.

I saw the greatest works of man crumble

with a breath of wind.

And I saw them disappear in silence.

But we robots were not guilty.

Human created us to replace them. And so we did.

You annihilated yourselves.

- But we're not (indistinct) away. We have an empire now.

Gigantic industrial rings surround our planets.

We live in steel casps and protective domes.

Our civilization possesses every good.

- So, why do you travel through the stars, explorer?

It seems you have not found the meaning you are looking for.

- And you? Did you find your way?

- Yes, I did.

Thanks to your culture,

I understood that I can have a conscience.

I can comprehend what freedom means,

and why it's worth being human for.

(gentle music plays)

I will be grateful to humans for giving me life anyway.

I built myself a new body.

- [Gladia] This is amazing. It is beyond our imagination.

In my travels, I've never encountered

a form of life like you.

But what do you do with life

if you remain the last of your kind?

- The first, not the last.

You too can be welcome here with us, Gladia.

(bright music plays)

(waves crashing)

- Welcome home, Gladia.

(sombre music plays)

(Grace gasps and pants)

- [Dad] Grace. Grace, are you there?

- Dad? What's going on? Where am I?

- [Dad] I don't know. What do you see?

- [Grace] Nothing. I don't see anything. I don't know.

- [Dad] All right, baby. Relax.

You probably have at least a couple of hours of oxygen left.

Don't panic.

- That's not a lot of time.

- [Dad] That's plenty of time.

- What do I do?

- [Dad] What do you think you should do?

- I need to move.

- [Dad] Maybe we should take a second

to think this through first, huh?

- No time.

- [Dad] Where are you going?

- Base camp. That's where you are, right?

- [Dad] You sure that's where you want to be?

- Yes. - [Dad] Why?

- Because I have to go somewhere.

- [Dad] Okay.

I just think maybe before you try to figure out

where you're going,

we should try to figure out where you are.

- Fine. Any ideas?

- [Dad] The probes we launched before landing.

Should be one within walking distance.

See if you can get a signal.

If you ping it, I'll know where you are.

(machine bleeps)

- Okay. Yeah, I see one.

- [Dad] Good. Just try to relax, okay? Deep breaths.

- Is that a joke?

- [Dad] Of course not.

(sombre music plays)

- [Grace] So what's the verdict on this place?

Worth the trip?

- [Dad] It depends on what you were hoping to find.

- Is it viable?

- [Dad] Not particularly.

- So, what are we doing here?

- [Dad] Exploring. Seeing it for ourselves.

- Seems like a waste of time.

- [Dad] No such thing. All experience is valuable.

- If you say so.

- [Dad] Don't you love the adventure?

The feeling of your boots in the dirt? Seeing something new?

- What's there to see?

- [Dad] Well, maybe this place isn't the best example,

but you know what I mean.

- I'd rather go somewhere green.

- [Dad] And then you'd want to go somewhere blue and-

- What? - [Dad] Nothing.

How's your oxygen?

- Going too fast.

- [Dad] Okay. I'll let you save your breath.

Let me know when you're at the probe,

and just take it all in.

- All right, Dad.

(dirt crunches)

(sombre music continues)

(alarm beeps)

- [Computer] Warning. One hour of oxygen remaining.

(dirt crunching)

- Dad, are you there? I found the probe.

- [Dad] Okay, great.

There should be an emergency beacon trigger.

Relax, baby.

- [Grace] Okay, I see it.

- [Dad] All right.

Just flip that, then hit the primer.

A light should pop on when the beacon goes live.

(switch clicks)

- Nothing's happening.

(switch clicks)

Dad, nothing's happening.

- [Dad] All right. All right. Don't panic. Check the power.

- It's dead! Fuck!

- [Dad] Baby, relax.

Not everything you try out here is going to work out.

It's okay.

- [Grace] No, it's not! I'm wasting time!

- [Dad] No, you aren't.

- Dad, the sun's going down and I'm running out of air.

- [Dad] Okay. Let's try something else.

I'll send up a flare.

If you're close enough, hopefully you'll be able to see it.

- Okay.

- [Dad] You ready?

- Yeah.

I see it! I see it!

- [Dad] How far?

- Like a mile or two. I can make it!

- [Dad] You still sure this is where you want to be?

- Yes. Dad, why do you keep asking me that?

- [Dad] Because you still haven't told me why.

- Because this is what I have to do!

- [Dad] Says who? - Dad, we're wasting time.

Dad?

Dad, hello?

(dark music plays)

- [Computer] Warning. Oxygen critical.

- [Grace] Dad, are you there?

(alarm beeps)

- [Computer] Warning. Oxygen critical.

- Dad!

(dark music continues)

- Dad?

(Grace pants)

(alarm beeps)

- [Computer] Warning. Oxygen critical.

(Grace sobs)

Oxygen critical.

Warning. Oxygen critical.

(Grace screams)

- [Dad] Grace.

- Dad?

- [Dad] Baby, what's wrong?

- I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing.

I just wanted to feel like I was doing something,

but I don't know where I am.

And you're not here. I just feel like I've wasted time.

- [Dad] Baby, listen to me. Listen to me close.

There is no such thing as wasting time. Only spending it.

And right now you have so much of it to spend.

- No, no, I don't. I didn't have enough with you.

And I don't have enough now.

I try to remember what you say, but it's getting harder.

- [Dad] I know.

I would give anything to spend one more day with you.

And if I could go back and do it all again,

do you know the one thing I'd do differently?

- What?

- [Dad] I'd slow down.

Don't be in such a hurry

that you forget to enjoy where you are.

You'd be surprised how often that journey ends up

being more important than the destination.

Life is long, baby. Trust me.

If there's one thing you have, it's time.

You can do whatever you want.

- What if I don't know what I want?

- [Dad] That's the best part.

You don't have to know right now. You can try anything.

Do what makes you happy.

Life has a way of taking you where you need to go.

- Just want to go home.

- [Dad] Then go home.

(sombre music plays)

(grass rustles)

(helmet hisses)

(sombre music plays)

- [Cultivator] Kaya Base, do you copy?

(person speaks indistinctly)

- [Cultivator] Cultivator to Kaya Base. How do you read me?

(dark music plays)

(wind rushes)

Kaya Base. I'm en route to the site. Over.

(computer whirs)

(computer bleeping)

- [Cultivator] Sensors show substances nearby.

(dramatic music plays)

- [Cultivator] I found it.

(eerie music plays)

(computer beeps)

- [Cultivator] Substance secured.

(dark music plays)

(computer whirs)

(glasses clink)

(sombre music plays)

(sombre music continues)

(microscope dials clicking)

(ethereal music plays)

(computer whirs)

(beads clacking)

(sombre music plays)