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This programme contains very strong language

We've analysed the data we received. It's amazing.

Komarov, that thing, this is the stuff of science fiction.

A biological machine,

his brain is the organic equivalent of a computer.

The specificities of his genome, they resemble that of binary data.

Is this the unicorn we've been chasing?

Yes. I believe so.

Are you a man of faith?

Or a man of science?

We have an idea of the process.

The brain project has made spectacular progress.

Yes, in theory, the brain will facilitate

a transfer by allowing us to store your neurons in a quantum state.

However, if we fail to come into communication with the host body...

I will die.

I'll die anyway in a couple of months.

We'll never get a better chance.

Transferring your brain's status does not mean your personality

is transferred.

If the transfer works, your memories and your knowledge will survive,

but will you?

Will you see through Komarov's eyes?

We don't know.

It's a one-way ticket.

All of this...

..Zillion,

I built it by taking risks.

I don't have the hypocrisy to say that I built all of this for my...

..descendants,

or my shareholders.

My ambition isn't to enter a new picture frame

on some forgotten world of the Zillion of the future.

I am the future.

If I get just one chance to play with God...

..if the outcome is death or immortality...

..then I'm willing to take that risk.

You don't really look like an astronaut, do you? Hmph!

Are you saying I'm fat? Cos I'm not fat. It's...

It's these spacesuits, they don't fit me properly.

HE CLEARS THROAT

OK, let me tell you a secret.

You know those kids in films with big glasses?

Yeah, they are always members of the chess club?

That was kind of me at school.

My dream was to build space rockets, so while everyone else was

out smoking weed and trying to lay the prom queen,

I was at home drawing jet engines.

I was the prom queen.

HE CHUCKLES

I wish I had met you 20 years ago.

So you started drawing very young?

Yeah, I spent my whole life doing it.

Turbines, nozzles...naked girls.

They're huge piles of paper that ended up in a drawer somewhere in Houston.

NASA is the kingdom of unfinished projects.

And then Goldstein arrived.

The saviour of high school geeks?

Well, I don't know about that, but he had a vision.

And money.

Did you ever hear about Project Orion?

No.

It was a nuclear propulsion project abandoned in the '60s,

too expensive, too dangerous.

But I carried on working on it for years, just for myself.

No-one else cared.

Except Goldstein.

I agree to leave NASA on one condition,

to be part of the first mission to Mars.

He said no.

But we made a deal on the second.

Drawing wasn't enough any more.

Well, I built my space rocket

and here I am, chatting up the prom queen.

Um...

Will it affect the ship?

HUMMING

BEEPING

THUNDER CLAPS

William, what...? Sorry, Gemma.

What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?!

William! William, please!

BEEPING

May I speak with Ms Williams, please?

BUZZER

BUZZER

SIRENS WAIL, BEEPING

Mrs Najac.

Komarov, where is he?

Thank you, sweetie. Move!

What are you guys doing? Huh?

Nothing. Raise your hands.

Both of you!

Nice to meet you, Mr K.

SHIP POWERS DOWN

What the fuck is going on?

Turn the lights back on.

Turn on the lights, motherfucker! I will break your hand.

Turn the lights back on! Turn them on!

Where's he gone?

Hm?

Irene!

Both you guys get with the others.

SHE SCREAMS