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Message Incoming...
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Source Melchizedek.0294
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β Hyi, 4th Planet
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Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
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Declination –77° 15′ 15.2860″
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Distance 24.37ly
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Equinox J2000.0 SOL
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Year 3782, QEC adjusted
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[Autotranslator enabled...]
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[Voice recording initialize...ON]
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[Crew autodetection...ON]
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[Narrative mode...ON]
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[Autodisconnect after 5 minute silence...ON]
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:::
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[Voice detected: Maureen Hendrix, Staff Sergeant]
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Hendrix:
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This is Maureen on day one hundred twenty three, ER [translation
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note: Earth Relative]. Let's see what we have on the agenda
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today, shall we? Hmm, yes, it looks like we'll be working with
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human waste again. Lovely. Queen of the shits, reporting in.
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Before Bern gets on my case, lets run through the basics:
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I am now inspecting ship-board waste reclamation unit number
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four, called aft-commode by our ship designation, and "shit
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house" by our colorful crew. Unit four is a favorite of our
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botany team because, of course. Being the most isolated on the
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ship and furthest from sleeping quarters it tends to gather the
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most solid waste. Why might a botanist like solid human waste?
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Microbes, my dears!
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We've got all these little sorts of critters in here crawling
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around doing their funny little business. Their little antics
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are the building blocks of life. (Or at least a nice low part of
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it.) Today I will be separating them from their cultures. I'll
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bet Bernie never thought of calling her business "culture"
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before, have ya Bernie?
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How much culture do we have today, lets see. It looks like we've
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collected just over 253 litres in volume. It looks like everyone
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has transitioned nicely off ship rations and into the food
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stores. Hmm, a strong ratio of fibrous material; everybody's
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getting their roughage. The docs will be happy to hear that.
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Liquid matter ratio is a bit low, as is to be expected from
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number four. Nothing abnormal showing on the readouts: pH is
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about 6.6. No blood, mucus, pus, undigested meat fibres. What we
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have here is some grade-A healthy poo, my friends. Yessir,
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botany is going to love us.
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Our lovely Melchy has the transfer equipment built in, which is
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more than I can say for our portable waste units. Here on the
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mother-ship with one press… of a… button
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[Melchizedek waste processing transfer started for reclamation
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unit 04. Unit 04 temporarily out of order. Maintenance schedule
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updated. Cleaning systems initialized. Flushing tanks.]
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We will get started on the transfer. And listen to that sound.
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Pure music. The slopping, squelching you can't hear on the log
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is the pressurization phase as stool matter is hydraulically
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pressed through a sieve of various sizes to break down any solid
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bits. You know what I'm talking about, loves.
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[sotto voce] the corn.
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Next up we introduce some liquids to lower the mixture to the
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proper consistency for secondary straining and temperature
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isolation. Then, my favorite part, the centrifuge. Look at that
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baby spin! She's a variable centrifuge and will take our mixture
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up to 20,000RPM [translation note: Rotations per minute] first,
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and later to 40,000 to force cell membrane separation. We're
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going to be concentrating cells in our suspension first to find
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the valuable bits that we'll reproduce in the labs and then feed
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into the soil. The rest will be torn apart for the raw genetic
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material. That's the fun bit!
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[Humming detected, song identified: "She'll be coming round the
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mountain", traditional]
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Now while this runs we have a little bit of time, so I like to
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double check the levels on the ballast tanks while were here on
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the port flange. Melchy tends to use liquid hydrogen for ballast
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while in flight, but here in atmosphere we use the surrounding
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air mixture, just in high concentrations. It's easy to let these
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slip while we're parked and yep, look at that. We're a bit low,
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so I'll kick that into gear and…
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[Port ballast balancing initialized. Locking port maintenance
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crawlspace during heat transfer. Warning, foreign object detected.
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Aborting port ballast balance. This issue has been reported.]
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We should be all go--huh? That's not… Hmm. Okay, I see what
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I did there. Nothing to worry about Bernie. Probably a squirrel
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or somethin'. [sotto voce] friggin thing [unintelligible]
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There we go. That should--
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[Port ballast balancing initialized. Locking port maintenance
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crawlspace during heat transfer. Warning, foreign object detected.
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Aborting port ballast balance. This issue has been reported.]
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--do it! DAMNIT. What is going on in there.
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Melchy, dear, scan port-side assembly for foreign objects,
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please. Command init.
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[Beginning port scan for port-side assembly.]
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Melchizedek:
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Foreign object detected in access hatch JE14, port. Unable to
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secure hatchway.
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Hendrix:
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Something's in, oh damn. Melchy, who is assigned watch in
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Melchizedek presently? Command init.
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Melchizedek:
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Current duty assignment belongs to Doctor Reed. Doctor Reed is
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currently on watch in fore control.
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Hendrix:
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Who the hell is in--
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[Voice detected: Eva Hämäläinen, Navigator]
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Hämäläinen:
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--op stop stop! It's me, Maureen.
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Hendrix:
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Evee? What are you doing monkeyin' around in there? I almost
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flushed the ballast on--
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Hämäläinen:
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Oh, that would be a bad look for me. Can you imagine?
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[Laughter detected]
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Sorry Em. Didn't mean to get in your w--are you mixing-out shit
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house? I'm glad THAT didn't get on me.
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Hendrix:
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Oh, yep, shit queen today!
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Hämäläinen:
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My leige!
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Hendrix:
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Ooh, a curtsy. I'm honored. You are just covered in grease,
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though. That's not coming out.
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Hämäläinen:
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No matter. I like the engine smell.
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Hendrix:
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Easier ways to go about that, dear. What were you up--what? Why
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are you shushing me? Well I never--
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[Retroactive transmission of work-log enabled. System encryption
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enabled. Relaying audio transcription to Melchizedek.0294 base
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station.]
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What did you just do? Are we on the QEC now? I don't want to
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talk about shit on the QEC, Evee. What is this?
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Hämäläinen:
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Sorry, Em. You can't encrypt a work log and I can't have record
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of my being here. I only know how to encrypt QEC traffic. We're
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covered now. Nobody can read this.
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Hendrix:
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Except the whole damn universe you mean! What is going on?
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Hämäläinen:
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Um.
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Hendrix:
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Um?
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Hämäläinen:
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It's complicated. So Stephanie--
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Hendrix:
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I told you Janssen was trouble! You should have kept away after
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we got planetside, but does anyone ever listen to Miss Maur-een?
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No. Of course not. She's her own brand of trouble, they say.
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Can't go listening to that one. Best not--
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Hämäläinen:
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Oh stop it. You know I trust you Em. It's not like that. I just…
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Things just happened.
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Hendrix:
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Don't I know it. That's how things happen. Juuust.
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Sorry, Evee. I don't mean to be harsh. I'm the last one should
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be throwin' rocks around.
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Hämäläinen:
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None of that either. You're not some castoff. Any of us could
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have--
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Hendrix:
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Yeah, but I did. I should have known it, or said something.
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Hämäläinen:
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They'd have pulled you off. Then where would we be?
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Hendrix:
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Without a shit queen?
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Hämäläinen:
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Hah, yes. That's right. And poor Hove would cry himself to sleep
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at night. "My microbes, my lovely microbes"
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[Laughter detected.]
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That's why I wanted to talk to you.
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Hendrix:
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The microbes? Or the waste?
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Hämäläinen:
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Your baby, Em.
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[Silence recorded for 0:22]
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Hendrix:
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It's not a baby. Just--
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Hämäläinen:
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an embryo. Yes. Your embryo.
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Hendrix:
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Not anymore. She'll--It'll wake up with the first settlement.
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You know that. It's better this--
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Hämäläinen:
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Bullshit.
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[Silence recorded for 0:37]
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Hendrix:
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I can't do anything. It's done.
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Hämäläinen:
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Maybe.
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Hendrix:
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Don't. Don't you do that. Don't you get my hope's up, Eva
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Hämäläinen. I can't do-- I can't be like you. You can do-- Just
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don't.
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Hämäläinen:
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Em, I'm so--
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[Silence recorded for 0:11]
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[Crying detected]
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I'm sorry, I really am. But we can do something. Stephanie--
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Hendrix:
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Fucking Stephanie! You have to stop listening to her shit. Evee,
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she's dragging you into her crazy. Don't you see that?
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Hämäläinen:
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No, Em. She's opening my eyes.
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[Sigh detected]
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Look, I won't push. I've just been thinking a lot recently.
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We're 24 light years from home and we're never going back.
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There's no other future for us. We came here on mission and we
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will do that. We will make life be here on all these worlds and
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one day others will come and live in it. They will write our
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names in their books and maybe Prezzi or Jerome will get
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a statue. We won't see it.
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Hendrix:
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We all signed up knowing--
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Hämäläinen:
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I know. I am willing. My heart is willing. I will do this thing
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and I will bring life… If.
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[Silence recorded for 0:08]
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Maureen, we haven't heard from Earth.
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Hendrix:
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What? Did our comms go down?
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Hämäläinen:
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No. I mean at all. Since cryo. We--
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Hendrix:
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No way. I don't believe it. Adeyemi's been in contact--
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Hämäläinen:
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She hasn't. She's been trying to raise them on the QEC but no
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one answers us. No one on Earth at least. We hear from other
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ships.
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Hendrix:
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Other ships? Who?
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Hämäläinen:
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All over. Hundreds of them. Colonies too. Deep ones.
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Hendrix:
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But that doesn't mak--
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Hämäläinen:
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Doesn't make sense? Yeah. I know. We were one of the first away.
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But we've been asleep a long time.
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Hendrix:
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You think they went out that much faster? Time dilation changes?
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But why--But Earth?
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Hämäläinen:
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I don't know. I don't have answers, but neither does Prezzi.
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Jerome kept it a secret at first because he thought the grav
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sheer had something to do with it.
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Hendrix:
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But we were in grav sheer by Earth without a problem before
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cryo. It wouldn't--
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Hämäläinen:
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I know, I'm just saying what he told me, Em. I don't know if he
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believed it either. But then Moussa… and then he didn't want to
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talk about it. Prezzi started taking over more and she wanted to
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keep the information a secret. She said she didn't want it to
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distract the crew. "The mission comes first," you know?
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Well, we still have no idea what's going on at home. We have no
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idea whether the Ecclesia is still in power. We don't even know
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if the colony ships left Earth. We don't know that there's still
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an Earth out there.
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Hendrix:
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My God.
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[Silence recorded for 1:20]
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What can we do?
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Hämäläinen:
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Prezzi wants to continue. What else can we do, right?
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Hendrix:
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And you?
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Hämäläinen:
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I don't know. If we spend our lives creating life here for
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someone else, what if they don't come? What have we done then?
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We've made a land for the butterflies and the bees, but no
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people. Maybe that's good enough. Maybe.
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But Em, what about your baby?
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Hendrix:
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She--It wouldn't be brought out of stasis. No one--
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Hämäläinen:
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And all of us will sit in our graves as martyrs to nothing.
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[Silence recorded for 2:01]
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Hendrix:
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You are talking about a mutiny.
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Hämäläinen:
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Ahh, hush. Not that word. No. I am just not so quick to throw
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away my life as I once was. I have something to care about now,
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something I didn't before.
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Hendrix:
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And so do I, you think. Is that why me? One daughter won't
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remake humanity, Evee. We can't just start having babies. 41
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isn't enough. The genetic diversity--
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Hämäläinen:
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We have other options. Like we do with the plants.
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Hendrix:
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You want to… That's illegal, Eva. Genetic dispersal on humans
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could create--
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Hämäläinen:
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It could save humanity, yes? It could give us all another
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generation, tens of generations. We could fill the stars, yes?
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Hendrix:
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It's insane. When the colonists come--
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Hämäläinen:
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If! If they come, we have so many worlds. Thirteen in range for
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us. How many more are reachable by children, or their children.
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The colony ships aren't due to arrive for a thousand years, Em.
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We could have settled everything by then. They'll arrive to
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a space dock instead of pasture lands.
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Hendrix:
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But it's illegal. We'd be--
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Hämäläinen:
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Nothing. There's no law here. There are 41 of us. How many do we
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need to make a decision.
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[Silence recorded for 0:18]
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Hendrix:
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No, I wont. I can't talk about this. It's mutiny. I should
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report you. I want to get back to my shit now. Just leave me be,
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Evee. Go. Just go.
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Hämäläinen:
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Please, Em. Just think on it. There's hope for us still. A hope
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we never know about when we signed up. We can love.
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Hendrix:
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Just go.
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Hämäläinen:
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Think on it?
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Hendrix:
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[Sigh detected.]
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Fine.
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[Silence recorded for 0:58]
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I could have my baby?
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Hämäläinen:
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A daughter of Eden.
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Hendrix:
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I'll think on it.
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[Voice recording terminated]
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[End of encrypted envelope.]
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