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Isaac!
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It was only a dream, vivid, recurring, but still, just a dream.
You look terrible.
I had that dream again, Isaac.
It's just a dream, John. Clean yourself and get up here. We got dailies and I'm not doing them by myself.
I'm almost starting to forget what home looks like.
This is not how I pictured it.
Traveling the universe isn't quite the adventure I imagined.
It's so hard to think out here.
Isaac's voice is so deeply ingrained in me, it's all I can hear.
Even in my dreams.
Isaac, my co-pilot, colleague, old friend.
We used to be able to talk about anything, but this trip has changed him.
Navigational systems and onboard guidance running at 96% efficiency.
John, about time. You know full well this is Tumman, John.
Nothing but contempt. The early days were different. Things are so cold now. I don't know if we can ever go back.
What does count, John? How long have we been stuck in this tin box?
It's time to go back.
We've hit halfway point.
I don't know if I can handle another 234 days, the same dream every night, the same frosty
contempt every morning.
I need to say something.
We can't go on like this.
Isaac, I, uh, we need to talk.
What the hell was that?
Isaac!
Oxygen tanks.
Something collided with them.
Rapidly depleting.
Don't just tell me about it.
Close the emergency valve and secure what's left.
Otherwise, say goodbye to breathing.
Oh, my God.
Two hours. And that's all that's left.
We have another oxygen tank with plenty of reserves.
and for the trip back.
Two pilots, two tanks.
Now we have one tank, and two hours worth of oxygen in a second.
Think about it.
That's not enough for us to get back.
Us?
Not enough for us?
I hear you, Isaac.
Loud and clear.
I hate this place.
These corridors close in on me a little more every day.
Funny, I can't even remember being claustrophobic at all.
But since I've been in this place, it feels like it's squeezing in on me.
I'm trying to scream.
I want fresh air.
I need to fix this.
Isaac will only use my weaknesses against me.
I can see it in him.
He resents everything I am.
And if he sees me like this,
I'm done.
Compose yourself.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two?
What?
96 minutes.
96 minutes to fix this.
I've gone over the events, but nothing changes.
this. Isaac fucked up. He'll never admit it. But he's killed us. Us. It doesn't have to
be us. He is the mission. I was only ever a second pair of hands. He's going to use this
against me. Why should I have to die? I don't deserve to. I don't want to. Isaac was at
fault and he should suffer, like he's made me suffer. Could I live with myself? I could
I could learn to live with myself.
I can learn to live.
95 minutes.
Any luck?
I'm not wasting my time with luck.
Luck got us in this situation and now I've got 42 minutes to work out how to make one tank of oxygen double.
There was a time we'd solve these things together.
Like in the simulation back home.
We shared ideas, it worked.
I doubt he even remembers those days anymore.
We can do this.
There's enough to be this way.
Maybe... maybe it's time to make a decision, John.
Here's the elephant in the room.
Either we both survive for the next 117 days in this...
or one of us survives, period.
The coward can't even look me in the eye.
I'm going to be blunt for the benefit of time.
The reality is the mission needs me.
You, my friend, are unfortunately expendable.
Brent.
I don't remember the last time I considered you that.
You're barely half the person I used to know.
Even your face, your eyes, they're not the same to me.
People change, John. Situations change. Then people change.
The fact of the matter is I'm the commanding officer. I can make it easy for you.
I admire his boldness. He's cold and eager, but at least he's honest.
You have 40 minutes. We owe you that much.
Think about what's best, and do the right thing this time.
You'll thank me for it.
Four minutes.
You'll thank me for it?
I'll thank him?
This came too easy. This was his fault. I don't deserve to die.
It's time, John. Are you ready?
Ready? Not particularly. I have to ask.
How didn't you see this?
We all make mistakes, John. I'm truly sorry about that. About this. But it's for the
best. The best for you. The best for the mission. In turn, the best for you. The more dreams
of me dying in space. The more panic attack. The more suffering and silence. Just silence.
It's not you dying in space I'm dreaming about. It's who you used to be. My friend. He wouldn't
You wouldn't have done this to me.
Is this what you always wanted?
Oxygen tank B reaches depletion in 60 seconds.
What I wanted.
Look at you.
You're unstable.
You can't be trusted anymore
and you need to be tested, John.
Can you do what's right?
Get away from me.
You don't sleep right.
You don't think straight.
You keep telling me I'm a different person.
Well, look at this.
A shell of a man.
A pathetic, what?
A gutless coward with two spines.
Take him back to where he belongs.
I knew this wouldn't work.
The citizen program has failed.
The subject attempted to re-offend.
We'll recreate the exact conditions of your crime as you are.
Your memory will be wiped clean.
Our psychotherapy has a 96% success rate, so...
we've got to make sure you're not in the 4% before we allow you back into our society.
Isaac!
What's going on?!
You tried to kill me, John, just like the real Isaac.
I don't understand.
You don't deserve to understand, citizen.
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