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THIS FILM IS SET IN A FICTITIOUS FUTURE AND WAS CREATED SOLELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT

Hey, Nont.

Come on. Listen, I have good news.

Nont, I was actually right.

Low gravity enables the cardiomyocytes to form into a heart better than on Earth.

Now, if I carry out a proteomic analysis

and get a full picture of the underlying mechanism,

we will be able to print actual hearts on Earth.

Patients won't have to be on the donor waiting list.

When I get back to Earth,

I'll bring these hearts and hurl them

at those old dinosaurs who said my ideas will never work out.

I'll make the whole association hang their heads in shame.

That sounds good. You have my support.

By the way, now that you can print hearts on demand,

don't forget this old heart of mine.

Harvey.

Sure, go on and pet him.

You still want to pet him after three years without success.

I can just imagine it.

Do you miss Mommy?

Oh, I miss you so much.

Please come back soon. I've got a gift for you.

What is it?

Here it is.

Harvey bought it himself.

He knows that Mommy doesn't like the pink one.

He often complains that he feels bad for her for missing her favorite snack

because ISA doesn't allow snacks on board.

They say when you bite it, it will turn into…

What does it turn into, Harvey?

It'll turn into nanoparticles

that can clog up the engine of the spaceship, Daddy.

Are you mocking me?

Watch it.

Nont.

Thank you.

For what? The snack?

Not that.

I'm being serious.

Well…

For letting me come out here to pursue my dream.

There's no one in this world,

other than you, who would just let me be myself.

And… I'm sorry.

Why are you apologizing?

You'll be back in ten days, no?

When I get back, I'll make it up to you.

I'll be completely devoted

to you and only you.

Pinky promise?

Our pinkies don't touch though.

You can just imagine it.

I'll talk to you later.

Bye.

Bye.

No one expected this to be the final voyage

for the astronaut doctor, Kanitthapada Sompong Na Dara,

known as Dr. Noon, the first female Thai astronaut.

MALFUNCTIONING AIR SYSTEM KILLED ALL ASTRONAUTS ONBOARD

The International Space Agency, or ISA,

states that as the space shuttle was reentering the Earth's atmosphere,

a fire broke out in the air supply system,

causing the premature depletion of the oxygen supplies prior to landing.

Dr. Noon's body has been preserved using cryonics

to allow for 100-day funeral rites

before the Buddhist cremation rite is performed.

Mr. Nont, her husband, is here.

Let's hear what he has to say.

-Who is responsible for this? -Any compensation from ISA?

-What are your last words to her? -Do you miss her?

-Why didn't you stop her? -Please say something.

Did you ever try to stop her from going to space?

Did you?

-Did you? -Please say something.

-Did you two have an argument? -Say something.

-What about compensation? -Please say something.

Please answer, Mr. Nont.

Are you okay?

Mr. Nont!

TWO MONTHS LATER

You like this picture?

You've been staring at it for a while.

You see,

this is my design.

I see.

Well, I'm just curious

why you designed it

in this way.

If you look at the others,

virtually all of them are ultra-modern.

-It's different, so I put it here. -Yes. It's different.

Is there a concept behind it?

Actually, there's not much to it.

I was reflecting on the feelings of the people living on the moon.

They would be so lonely.

They would probably be homesick, missing life on Earth.

So I thought of a house design

where it would help alleviate the feeling of homesickness.

I guess.

Actually, there's not much to it. It was just for my thesis.

I just went with my feelings on the design.

I doubt it could be constructed in reality.

Well,

it sounds crazy, doesn't it?

Not at all.

In fact, ISA has plans to establish permanent human residences on the moon.

I heard they've been doing surveys and planning for several years.

And the human factor is considered as one of the top priorities.

So humans can live there and feel at home.

The house that you designed might seem a bit out there,

but in my opinion,

it really offers a good solution for a human-centered habitat

for those who will actually live on the moon.

I'm a bit nerdy.

Not a bit, I think.

Well,

let me say this.

If I get to live on the moon,

I'd like to have a house that's cozy.

A real home.

Just like this one.

I'm flattered.

So, didn't your professor criticize you for this design?

The others seemed to be quite serious.

What do you think?

That's why my piece has been placed at the back of the gallery.

By the way,

I'm Nont.

Architecture student.

I see.

I'm Noon.

Medical student.

I see.

In that old, rundown building?

Yes.

Let's grow old together.

I'll take care of you.

-Noon. -What?

Let's take a break.

-I'm tired. -What? You're so lame.

Man up.

Come on.

-Let's go. Come on. -You're merciless.

-Hurry. Be strong. Keep going. -Gosh.

Let's go. Move it.

-You're okay? -There's the treadmill…

-We got a double-yolk egg. -Let me see.

It looks appetizing.

But we eat fried eggs often. I'm sick of them.

I'm craving some other round things.

You look busty.

Some other round things? You're dead meat.

-Noon. -Yes?

-Your friend's here. -Who is it?

Daddy deserves a reward. Give him a kiss. Kiss.

No way. Don't.

Kiss him. Kiss.

Harvey, my baby.

What?

-Harvey? -Harvey.

-You've named him? -Yes.

-That was fast. -How cute.

Gosh.

But if I go,

we'll be apart for three years.

If I stay out there,

you'll be all alone.

It's not fair for you to have to wait for me.

I'm not going.

Noon, are you crazy?

ISA reached out to you personally.

This kind of opportunity doesn't come often.

You should go.

I know you want to go.

If you don't get to pursue your dream,

I'll be unhappy too.

Just go.

When you return,

we'll spend the rest of our lives together.

Just three years.

No biggie.

Harvey.

Harvey is at peace now.

I'll buy you a new one.

Harvey is at peace now.

Harvey is at peace now.

Utilizing ingenious AI technology

to precisely control the process of CRISPR gene editing.

With our exclusive patented technology,

you can rest assured that your beloved pets

will come back to life with 100% of their original memories.

Do you remember me?

If there are any problems, please stop by anytime.

-Tank, do you remember me? -Are you doing well?

Nont?

You came to get Harvey vaccinated?

How are you?

Feeling better?

I came today

to ask you for a favor.

What is it?

Dr. Vee, the Siamese cat cloning has failed.

How could that be?

I want you to clone Noon.

Nont.

This isn't something to joke about.

I'm not joking, Vee.

I mean it.

You know that human cloning is illegal, right?

I know that, but…

How much would it cost to make a clone of Noon?

-Tell me the number. -Nont.

Get a grip.

Listen, I understand you're upset. You've just lost Noon.

-You think Noon would agree to this? -I'm sure she would.

She was working on 3D-printing hearts.

She believed human body parts were replaceable. You know that.

Did you see the news?

On TV, everyone regretted the loss of her talent.

What she was working on, if it succeeds,

could help millions of people.

What reason would anyone have to not want to bring Noon back?

You're a scientist just like her.

You must understand.

Didn't you tell Noon

you don't want to stop at cloning just dogs and cats?

I can't help you with this.

Do you still remember when Noon asked about doctors and criminals?

My answer hasn't changed…

from what I said to her that day.

Suppose you're a surgeon

about to treat another doctor

who has heart failure.

This doctor is talented,

good-natured,

and has saved countless lives.

There's only one viable treatment for this doctor.

You must perform an emergency heart transplant.

It just so happens that at the time, a murder suspect

is critically wounded by an officer, and is sent to you.

This suspect's heart is compatible and could be transplanted into the doctor.

What would you do?

Who's inclined to save the doctor?

A show of hands, please.

The gentleman over there.

What is your reason?

Well,

that doctor is a lovely person just like you.

So it's a no-brainer for me.

I'm just kidding. Please don't be mad.

So, I'm choosing to save the doctor

because… I'm sure that I'm not as capable as that doctor.

By saving the doctor,

he will continue to live and make positive impacts on the world.

Okay.

In fact, this conundrum is a classic ethical dilemma.

There's no right or wrong answer.

But wouldn't it be better

if we didn't have to choose

which one to save?

3D organ printing

is an idea conceived to tackle this very issue.

The 3D printed heart is made from the patient's cells.

Therefore, first,

the patient doesn't need to wait for a donor.

No donor's death is necessary.

Secondly,

we can be confident that the manufactured heart

will be compatible with the patient and won't get rejected,

as it's grown from the patient's own cells.

Organ printing is not a new concept.

But no one has ever succeeded.

The reason is that when we print an organ,

the Earth's gravity presses on the cells, causing them to grow in a flat sheet,

which prevents them from assembling into our desired 3D shape.

But after five years of intense research,

we now have the capability to test the bioprinter in outer space

to study the feasibility of the method

and find a way to make it work back on Earth.

I must say that I'm very excited about the preliminary findings.

And I am confident that the experiment will succeed this time.

This journey will afford humanity a chance at new discoveries

that have never been seen before.

Without a doubt.

You want the cloning to work, don't you?

Keep at it.

It's so difficult.

Oh, and if I pull it off, I'll make ten clones of Gong Yoo.

As if the clone would be into you.

I can modify his genes to make him attracted to me.

Sure.

Get back to it.

Hurry. Dream big and make it happen.

Vee.

If that criminal could save the doctor,

then I would want to be that criminal.

But you understand that although I know the procedure,

I've never cloned a human being before.

I can't guarantee that it'll work.

Hello, Mom.

Noon's family had her body cryogenically preserved, right?

That's right.

You need to get her parent's permission

to transfer the body to our lab so we can extract her brain.

Her brain?

Her memories.

Before we start cloning her,

we need to extract the memories from her brain.

So we can transfer the data to the clone and bring the old Noon back.

That's absurd.

Do you even know what you're saying?

I know, Dad.

I know that cloning is illegal at the moment,

but Noon's expertise

could help millions of people.

Don't you think it's a waste?

Remember the news last year?

A lab abroad attempted human cloning, but ended up with a weird creature.

I'm aware of that.

But you know there's a chance it will succeed.

What if it fails, Nont?

So many dogs have to die to successfully create one cloned dog.

Then we'll try again.

We'll try until we succeed.

What?

Are you going to kill Noon over and over?

-She's not a guinea pig. -That's not my intention.

She's gone to a better place.

She's paid back all her karma in this life.

Just let her go.

But, Mom, I think

it's not the time for that yet.

It's never the time for your crazy cloning idea!

Her soul is on a journey to a higher realm,

a better place.

Why would you want to drag her back here to suffer even more?

Didn't having a world-class scientist for a daughter

make you two less superstitious?

Hey.

Watch what you say.

-Who is superstitious? -What's the higher realm, then?

What are heaven and hell?

Do they even exist?

-Any proof? What century are we in now? -Nont.

These beliefs are just superstition.

-You've gone too far. -No, I haven't.

What she was working on--

-I said no. -What about her dream?

Her dream is real, more real than what you've been saying.

Why not bring her back?

-Stop! -You!

-You have no rights regarding my daughter! -I do!

I'm her goddamn husband!

Nont.

If you really love her,

please let her go.

I beg you.

You don't think I love her?

Who's the one not loving her?

Go to Rattanarad Hospital.

Acknowledged.

Calculating the route.

I'm here to request a transfer of my wife's body.

I'm relocating to another province, so I want to move her there.

Sorry. It's out of office hours.

-We're closed. -You're closed?

Isn't it only 7:00 p.m.?

Don't you close at 8:00 p.m.?

We are closed early today.

But I'm leaving tomorrow.

Can you help me out?

Sorry. All our staff have left.

-Can I view her quickly then? -No, you can't.

Not even briefly? Five or ten minutes?

Hey. Are you fucking with me?

You say no to all my questions.

Are you married?

If your wife was dead and you were facing this,

how would you feel?

-Security, please. -Hey, come on.

Hands off.

-Come on. -Don't touch me.

I apologize. I didn't mean it. I lost my cool.

I just want to go in to see her.

-Please leave. -Hey!

I apologized. What more do you want?

What are you looking at? I've apologized. Now, let me in.

How much do you want? Tell me and I'll wire it.

Just tell me how much you want!

-Come with us. -How much?

-Who the fuck are you? Damn it. -Come.

-I said come with us! -Let go! Hey!

-Can't I see my wife? -Come!

-You'd better watch out! -Come!

Let go!

-Let go of me! -Come!

-Let me go! -Come!

Is this how you treat your customers?

If you cause a problem again, we'll call the police.

Go right ahead!

Mr. Nont came and demanded to see Dr. Noon's body like you said he would.

The guy was persistent.

Next time, I don't think I'll be able to deny him with the same excuse.

Then, we won't keep her body for 100 days.

Tomorrow,

I'll move her to the temple

and cremate her.

Yes, sir.

-Thank you so much, doctor. -Sure.

I won't get the injection.

Come on, Mom. Everybody's gotten it.

It's a new vaccine from the U.S.

People are clamoring to get it. This thing isn't cheap.

I said no injection.

Who knows what they'll put in my body?

It's basically germs.

What if something happens to me? What will you do?

You'll be fine, Mom. This is the modern world.

You've been playing too much Toktak. You've been glued to your phone?

If you want to turn into a monster, go get the jab yourself.

It's not for me.

Gosh, Mom.

What's happening?

Hey. What is it?

What is it? What's happening?

What?

Fire!

Please calm down.

Everybody, stay calm.

Don't push one another. Be careful.

This way. Come this way.

This way, everyone. This way.

Come this way.

This way. Come this way.

This way. Come this way quickly, everyone.

This way.

Let's move.

You must come back.

Of course.

You must come back, no matter what.

Are you taking her today?

Yeah.

All right. Follow me, sir.

I told you to get permission from her family.

Not… Not for you to…

Did you ever think what'd happen if you got caught?

Didn't you say…

that we need her brain?

Do you really think what I just did…

was easy to do?

Do what you have to do.

I'll take care of the rest.

You don't need to worry.

I'm not worried about myself. I'm worried about you.

If I didn't do it today,

it'd haunt me tomorrow.

I beg you, Vee.

Will you please see this through?

If we're unable to retrieve her memories,

this will have been for nothing.

We'll have to stop here.

The brain of a dead person is extremely fragile.

Every attempt to extract the memories

carries a risk of irreparable damage to the neurons.

So we only have one shot at this.

I'll start now.

Where can you find a better hubby than me?

Are you charging me?

Free of charge.

-We offer special services. -What?

-Face massage? -Foot rub.

Foot and face.

What's happening?

Don't be alarmed.

The AI detected certain conflicting threads in her brain.

Conflicts?

The AI is trying to categorize the memories.

When it detects inconsistency, it sends out a notification.

In Noon's case, she worked as a doctor as well as an astronaut.

The AI is trying to ensure both memories are accurate.

Our job is to confirm that both are true.

We don't normally encounter this issue with a pet's brain.

With a human brain, it has a more complex memory system.

Does that mean

we have to help it verify the information until the scan is complete?

Correct.

This process will probably take several days.

Does it have to be this detailed?

That's how it is. Don't worry. You go home.

I'll handle it.

I'll leave it to you.

-Hey, Noon. -Yes?

Your foot has corns.

-No way. -For real. Look.

Are you crazy?

Really. Gross.

After your feet, I'll do your face.

Wash your hands first?

-Do it now. -Stop. Go wash your hands first.

-You know… -What?

When you come back…

Let's have a baby.

Yes?

That's in three years' time. Your eggs will be just perfect.

I'll help you.

Okay?

Let's eat.

What's up, Vee?

There's an anomaly?

Okay. I'm on my way.

If you don't want to see her anymore,

we can put a stop to it.

-Freeze! Don't move! -Lock him up!

-Lay down now! -We got him.

Don't move.

Stay still.

A court has ruled that Mr. Natthanont is guilty

of desecrating a human corpse,

and causing chaos by setting off an alarm illegally

resulting in a public disturbance.

-I didn't want him to get locked up. -Yes.

I just wanted my daughter's head back,

so we could proceed with her funeral rites. That's all.

Mr. Natthanont has refused to cooperate with the investigation.

The court sentenced him to three years in prison,

effective immediately.

It's still unclear what his motivation was.

Social media is flooded with discussions about this matter.

Some say Mr. Natthanont's mental health was seriously affected by the loss.

The most important thing is

the current whereabouts of Dr. Noon's head.

THREE YEARS LATER

Hello.

I'm Nont.

What's up, Vee?

Okay. I'm on my way.

What happened, Vee?

Why can't you continue?

What's this?

Noon was reading up on studies about sex reassignment surgery.

She wanted to be a doctor.

What's so strange about that?

Well, this incident took place 13 years ago when she was 19.

Just keep watching.

This hairstyle is not bad.

It needs styling though.

Yeah.

You're getting out of hand.

You're too much, really.

Hey.

Every teen goes through the phase of self-discovery.

Isn't it normal?

What you're seeing in her brain

is something carefully tucked away in her deep memory.

The red dots that you see all over

are a clear indicator that it didn't just come and go.

They represent her core beliefs and her true self.

How do you know the reading isn't faulty?

Compiling her memory fragments is like solving a jigsaw puzzle.

The AI tries to identify the problematic pieces,

protect them and work around them

to build a memory duplicate that is most faithful to hers.

This means there's no error in the assembly of these jigsaw pieces.

But there are two images behind this single picture.

I (MR. / MRS. / MISS)

MR.

I've decided to tell Mom.

Mom.

Mom, please say something.

You understand me, don't you?

Just put it on. Only for a short while.

Please, Noon.

I--

You have to wear this dress.

I don't want to wear it, Dad.

Dad, don't hurt her.

All I want is for my daughter to be a normal girl,

not a freak like this.

Why?

Did I not raise you well?

Dad.

I don't want to be a girl.

What should I say?

"You can be anything

as long as you are a good person."

Can you do me one favor?

Can I have my daughter back?

Please.

MR.

MISS

Noon's obsession with science

was a healing method and her new goal in life.

-Hey. -What?

Are you really not going to date Tor?

You spend all day in this lab.

Live a little.

I prefer to work.

I can't be bothered with other things.

You want the cloning to work, don't you?

Keep at it.

Are you sure you want to get married?

Yeah.

You don't have to go that far to meet Dad's expectations.

At least,

it'll get me out of this house.

Has it all been a lie?

Why do I feel like I've been deceived?

If you don't want to see her anymore,

we can put a stop to it.

Fuck!

Those people living on the moon.

They would be so lonely.

So I thought of a house design

where it would help alleviate the feeling of homesickness.

Well,

let me say this.

If I get to live on the moon,

I'd like to have a house that's cozy.

A real home.

Just like this one.

Didn't you say that you love her and miss her?

You were willing to risk everything.

Why are you questioning her love for you?

And as far as Noon deceiving you,

I totally disagree.

Hey.

Tell me honestly what's so good about Nont.

How did he win you over?

Well, I'm at the right age, no?

Seriously?

Don't be shy. Spill it.

Well, when I'm with him, he doesn't expect anything of me.

He makes me feel at ease,

and I can just be myself.

This may sound simple,

but I genuinely feel at ease.

She was just born different.

Simply swapping one chromosome

from X to Y

would make her a man like she had always wanted.

People who are born

with body dysphoria

experience a lot of hardship.

It's as if… they had no home.

She was looking for someone

who felt like home to her.

You were that person.

The guy who wanted to build a wood cabin on the moon.

The one she talked to me about day and night.

You won't be in misery for the rest of your life, will you?

I won't.

Being with Nont,

I'll definitely be happy.

Thank you so much, Nont.

It was you who saved me.

Open the door!

Open the door now!

Vee,

listen to me carefully.

The police are raiding my house to arrest me.

Wait. What are you talking about?

I don't have much time.

Listen carefully.

Stop cloning her.

I… I understand.

Stop cloning her…

the way I want her to be.

I want you to clone her…

the way she wanted to be.

You can do that, right?

You said it's just a matter of changing X to Y, right?

That's right, just change X to Y.

Please relay this message to Noon.

"Be yourself, Noon."

"Be yourself, Noon."

"I love you, Noon."

-Freeze! Don't move! -Lock him up!

Don't move!

I guess this is it.

I hope your journey

is full of wonder.

May you accomplish the goal that you set out to achieve.

Please allow me

to use your name, Nont.

How are you doing?

Are you well-adjusted?

And…

What have you been doing? Does anyone know that you're--

Slow down, Nont.

How do you expect me to answer all these questions?

At the moment, I'm back doing research on heart printing.

And ISA has provided me with additional funding.

So I'm considering branching out to other organs besides the heart.

You still have to go into space?

We're now able to clone humans.

Why would you go out there just to print other organs?

If your body is a house,

your organs are like the furniture.

If a chair is broken,

you only have to make a new chair.

No need for a whole new house.

But didn't ISA run a background check?

I told them the truth.

What?

Yes.

It's ISA we're talking about.

If you're going to work for them, you'll be subject to screenings.

So I decided to be honest with them.

They've taken care of my new identity and the necessary paperwork.

I'm glad to hear that they're so understanding.

They're very receptive.

But there's one condition.

I had to join the first permanent lunar colonization program.

I'll leave in three months.

You'll be on a spaceship again.

Aren't you afraid?

Be yourself, Noon.

I love you, Noon.

Someone once said that fear

will prevent us from making new discoveries.

But courage will ensure that we are remembered

long after we've departed this world.

Thanks for your courage, Nont.

In the future,

if you're going to do something for someone,

consult that person first.

And put yourself first sometimes.

Whoa.

Your punch has gotten stronger.

Just now,

you mentioned living permanently on the moon.

Does that mean…

we'll never see each other again?

Of course not.

If you miss me, we can always do a video call.

Or you can go on a trip to the moon.

If not…

we can see each other in our memories.

Thank you.

There's no one in this world,

other than you, who would just let me be myself.

Having a family

feels so wonderful.

How do you feel about the organ printing project

in the past five years?

The past five years have proven to be a success

since we can print hearts, kidneys, and spleens now.

And we've moved on

to the more complex organs, such as eyes.

That's wonderful news.

But this success apparently comes at the cost of you relocating to the moon.

How has it been living there for five years?

Do you miss your life on Earth?

Do you miss home?

INTERVIEW WITH DR. NONT, FOUNDER OF 3D ORGAN PRINTING PROJECT

Dr. Nont?

Dr. Nont?

The signal…

Do I miss home? Well…

I do miss it sometimes.

But someone taught me that, as long as you have love

and understanding,

any place could be your home.

Wow.

That's pretty deep…

I'm really happy for Noon.

I wonder who that is.

Noon's dream has finally been fulfilled.

What Noon does is very beneficial to people on Earth.

But this is how our world is.

There's no place for a black sheep here.

One day, Nont.

One day.

Let's go.

Keep running. Come on.

Don't invite me next time. I'm exhausted.

Come on, Vee.

Though our body parts are replaceable like machine pieces,

we still need to take good care of ourselves.

Let's go.

-Leave your lab and exercise. Go. -Fine.

Compared to the new arm Noon sent you, I like the old one more.

Have you seen Terminator?

If you want that arm, just go get it, Arnold.

I used to get kicked by my dad back when I was 12 or 13.

He would lecture me and force me to sit properly.

What I had to do was listen

and when he asked if I understood, I'd say yes.

He'd then ask, "What do you understand?"

If I slipped up and said "krub,"

he'd kick me.

I refused to use "Ka."

I refused to say it because it's a girly thing.

Pink was also considered a girly color.

Pink just wouldn't sit right with me because of its association.

It's always associated with girls. So at the time I just…

I wouldn't drink the strawberry-flavored milk my parents bought.

We had this family photoshoot.

Japanese-themed. I wanted a samurai costume.

But my relatives insisted I wear a kimono. Can you imagine?

I was not okay with how the photo turned out.

Every time my friends came over, I'd take the photo down.

In Thai society, most people accept it if it's not their own children.

But if that's who you truly are,

nobody wants to hide it.

People say that our kind would never find true love, and we'd end up alone.

When we're old, we will have no one. No children, no grandchildren.

We're a joke. We'd never find true love.

All this makes me feel that

I shouldn't say that I wish I were a man,

or say who we are inside.

They should've loved me more.

Why didn't they love

their own kid?

Why does gender matter at all?

Why can't they love us because we're their kids?

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