All language subtitles for Children in the Universe.en

Well, sit down, everyone.

We have gathered here today,

to celebrate our dear Pavel's 40th birthday.

27 years ago he flew into space,

bound for the distant constellation Cassiopeia.

Every year we gather around this table,

in this special room which we
try to preserve as it was,

when our dear Pavel lived here.

Let's drink to our Pavel, may he be
successful in all he does.

Who are you?

I beg your forgiveness for intruding,
but I consider it my duty to

add my tribute on Pavel Kondratyevich
Kozelkov's birthday,

the first pilot of "Zarya".

Excuse me, who are you?

Indeed, I don't understand.

Let me see, how to explain myself to you...

It so happens, I am fulfilling a
special clarifying role in this saga.

Well tell us, friend.

I could say E.O.E.

- Say what?
- Executorial Official of Elucidation.

E.O.E.

My activities revolve directly
around "Zarya's" crew,

and especially your son.
But dear Antonia...

Don't be afraid...

Go on.

It's alright... Won't fall off.
But don't squeeze too tightly.

Dear Antonia Alexevna and
Kondraty Pantelemovich,

I don't understand the 40 candles?

Pavel was 13 when he flew into space.

27 years passed, plus 13...

Such naive, childlike conclusions.

Count.

Just 14, dear Antonia.

Einstein's paradox.

A what?

Einstein's paradox - time dilation...
You see, decades pass here, fewer years there.

But why is he here?

Absolutely correct Michael,
Einstein's Paradox.

If I may remind you however,
Victor Sereda's plan originally

called for a young crew of 14 year-olds,

so they would reach Cassiopeia at their
mental and physical peaks in their 40's.

But, something unexpected happened -

the ship was propelled into hyperspace

and reached its destination
27 years sooner than expected ...

- Through space-time .
- Exactly.

Assuming the paradox is at all real.
We heard much about it since our Paul left.

But that means, dear Pavel is now

younger than his youngest brother,
our little Mikey here,

- who was three years old...

... sorry, it is confusing.

Confused women?

Just wait...

But dear Antonia, today, whether up there,

or down here,

in the depths of space, your son turned ...

40.

14 ...

Paradox.

So many choices I could go mad.

What about the outdoors?

Birthday set in nature.
Let's do that.

We will sunbathe, play, eat, drink?

Should be more ceremonial.

After all it's his first birthday
aboard the ship.

A banquet room or such.

Brothers, what about celebrating at his home.

Like on Earth?

- There's an idea.
- Agreed.

We'll recreate Pavel's apartment.

Don't forget the samovar,
and his white cat.

- Remember it.
- Done.

An added touch - recorded sounds from home.

Three, four...

Welcome.

"Children, who took my newspaper?"

"Where is Pavel?"

I'm here.

"Yuri, help me slice the bread,
then put in on the table"

"...Fedyo that's enough recording."

We wish you a very happy birthday.

Forgive us.

We meant well.

But it backfired like some stupid joke.

But don't be sad, you are all grown up.

No I am not... No I am not.

Yes, grown up.

Had you remained on Earth, you'd be 40.

An old man.

We should take an oath

to never tease one another
this way again.

Reminding our friends of their homes,

those homes we left back on Earth,

so it wouldn't hurt so much.

And weaken our resolve.

I swear.

Swear never to reminisce.

Won't be possible.

Impossible never to reminisce about Earth,

Our home,

Family,

those are the most valuable things we have.

Our childhood - the innocence, friendship -
will always remain here with us, and
on the planet where we are headed.

As the ship's commander,

for tonight, I release you from your vows.

- Intimate atmosphere.
- Will do us good.

Play "Night Has Passed".

Night has passed, fading away like sad pain

The Earth still slumbers, courage is needed,

An adventure awaits the Earth and us.

- A piece of candy?
- No thanks.

A long journey, as long as a lifetime.

I will remember that grand world

every day and every hour.

else if I forget this,

will the stars sincerely welcome us?

else if I forget this,

will the stars sincerely welcome us?

I will carry with me memories of
bright fields of my homeland.

Will recall sailing the sea
full of seaweeds.

There, far away, in space
among the blue stars,

shines my Sun upon my Earth, and upon me

I will remember the grand world,

every day, every hour.

else if I forget this,

will the stars sincerely welcome us?

else if I forget this,

will the stars sincerely welcome us?

27 years ago,

space ship "Zarya",

acronym for "Zvezdolod"
( Starship )

"Annigilatsionnyi, Relativistskyi, Yadernyi,"
( annihilating, relativistic, nuclear )

launched from Earth, bound for star Alpha,
in the Cassiopeia constellation,

also called Shedahr.

As you recall,

when the ship left our solar system,

we lost contact.

For 27 years all efforts

to locate the ship, and re-establish
communication, were in vain.

Until last night,

when at 18:57, we located the ship,

and briefly re-established audio-visual link.

The crew is in good health and spirits.

On board systems are functioning properly.

The ship is approaching star Shedahr,
reaching its journey's very goal.

What were speculations 27 years ago,

are today conclusive facts.

Shedahr solar system has a planet,
inhabited by intelligent beings.

Furthermore,

our laboratories managed to decipher
more of the signals they sent.

Their world suffered a catastrophe,

threatening entire civilisation.

Exact details are unclear,

but the threat to intelligent life is certain.

"Youth Journal", Biff Weyound.

when do you expect next
communication with the ship?

I honestly can't answer that question.

After all, we waited 27 years for this one.

- Alpha Cassiopeia.
- Signals coming from Alpha's second planet.

Probably same signals that reached Earth.

Here's the planet.

Resembles our Earth.

Comrades,

where do you think Earth is right now?

Didn't mean home, just Earth.

Depends.

Roughly.

- Can't even see our sun from here.
- Just approximately.

Roughly, there... Yup.

Though considering curvature of space,
how about there?

Or, even there.

Stop fooling.

Attention. Entering planet's
gravitational field.

Wonder what awaits us on the planet?

Think we'll meet whoever sent the signals?

We thought we'd arrive as adults.

Why complain? Even better. The sooner we
arrived, the sooner we can go home.

- Sage.
- Aristotle.

Joking aside.

To your stations.

Mike, calculate our orbital trajectory.

Analyse atmospheric conditions.

Check manual navigation.

Is it so difficult to choose 3 people?

Yes difficult.

Hope you realise I must land on it first.
At all costs.

Understand.

Sereda, I hope you realise why I must
accompany the first away team.

Why you?

Vic, I'm an exobiologist.

If there is intelligent life on the planet,

I must be there first.

Alright.

Perhaps you're right.

Thanks.

Switch off, Lob.

Vic is still thinking.

Vic. Hope you aren't a fool, and
realize I must go first.

And why you?

Must even ask? Fine, I'll explain.

I'm the only expert here on
extraterrestrial civilisations.

Who among you can say the same?

"No-one."

Secondly, I invented the universal glue.

- And I am uniquely resourceful ...
- Block his channel .

"Vic, I hope you understand ..."

Alright, leave me.

Have to rethink everything.

Yes commander.

Just don't rely too much on the computer.

We haven't much in common with it.

We must look our best when stepping
on a foreign planet first time.

Ought feel lucky, Varya.
I thought Vic wouldn't send you.

Anyone but you.

How come?

You know how he feels about you.

Swiping your photo in grade 4.

Didn't steal it, I gave it.
And wasn't 4th, but 5th.

Fine, whatever.

Julia is right, you're lucky.

If Mike would look at me just once as
Vic upon you, I'd be ecstatic.

Don't know ...

... I prefer people who don't reveal
what goes on inside them.

Because you yourself are introverted.

What can I hide, with my "loud" glasses.

Alas girls, this isn't Earth anymore.

On Earth or not, I still
can't hide anything.

My eyes reveal it all,
and he can see it very well,

but only looks at you.

Your weapons are packed.

Thanks.

- Even here Kyuteishikova is fashionably late.
- She is coming.

Well, good luck.

Wish me luck, I'm going.

- I'll call her Vryana.
- Who?

This planet.

Why Vryana?

You'll be first to set foot on it.

Not alone.

Call her whatever you want.

Even Juliana. Makes no difference to me.

Good luck.

Pavel, maintain radio contact.

Wish us luck.

Here we go.

How are you doing?

All's fine.

Pavel, moving beyond our visual range.
Make radio contact in 50 minutes.

What is that?

Look like giant spindles.

( Lob ) Those aren't spindles - rather
exemplary signs of civilization ...

... those structures indicate the inhabitants
are wingless 8 legged dragonflies.

This is no laughing matter.

Why are you so silent?

We're first people on this planet.

No foot has stepped on it before.

We're first. First.

- Again got it mixed-up Lob.
- What, me?

What a strange echo ...

... Let's name the planet Echo.

Sounds good.

Vic already named this planet Vryana.

If Vryana, then Vryana it is.

Whoa. What are those?

Obviously remnants of civilisation.
But which?

Ah, children of those dragonflies.

Don't seem dangerous.

At most are keeping to themselves.

Anything fell off?

- No.
- Thanks to my super glue.

Glue isn't to thank.

Anyway, got to go, badly.

- Where?
- "There"

But hurry, and not too far. Stay in sight.

So how then?

Just go do your "thing".

- Where to?
- To play football.

- Without the jokes.
- Has to relieve himself.

And so we landed on Alpha's second
planet, in Cassiopeia.

Planet's atmosphere composed of 21% Oxygen,

78% Nitrogen, 1% Carbon Dioxide.

Within Earth's norms.
My, it's windy.

Around us are evident signs of
civilisation, hence intelligent beings.

Albeit the place resembles a desert.

Or perhaps we came too late.

( I WAS HERE, LOB )

People?

Wait... I need my translator.

"Where are you from?"

From here... flew there...
to meet you...

Earth, peace, friendship.

Square of hypotenuse equals the
sum of squares of adjacent sides.

"Everyone errs."

Peace. Friendship.

Where to?

Can't leave him alone for a minute.

Remind him of it.

Already a third pole.
What are they?

Dying civilisations often build monuments.

Where is Fedyo?

Dammit. Wasting precious time
looking for him.

Should have already signalled the ship.

- ( whistle )
- Ah, we found him... Stop horsing around.

Easy Varya.

I think we're making contact.

Who are you?

- "Implementers. Follow us."
- Where?

"Our leaders await you."

Where is Fedyo?

"No danger. Your friend is already there."

Important not to show signs of mistrust.

Calmly continue your report.

Made first contact with intelligent beings.

Seem like people, with metallic
spikes on their heads.

They communicate through what
sounds like whistling ...

- Found ourselves in an oval white room ...
- Disinfection chamber.

... walls have a rough texture.

Air inside is odourless.

Such profound silence.

Everything is white like our sickbay.
Is this a trap?

Trap for dimwits.

Watch out.

This is "mainland". "mainland"

Calling "island". "island", "island".

Friends, can you hear me?
Varya, Pavel, Fedyo...

They left 5 hours ago.

Made no contact at the appointed time.

Didn't vanish off the planet surface?

Cylindrical object off to starboard.

I think it is headed for us.

Voila... Civilisation.

Too early to celebrate.

What is that? I have no clue.

- A cannon. It's a cannon.
- A cannon, absolutely.

What'll we do, Vic?

Kate, a candy.

Here.

- What now commander? Ready defence?
- Don't waste energy ...

... Retaliation is set on automatic.

But who would prevail?

Us?

- I think we shouldn't exhibit mistrust.
- And the cannon?

Must be something else.

I will go to the observation deck.

Alright.

Refrain from rash, drastic, measures.
Broadcast goodwill signals.

Good luck.

People ...

... like us.

I always believed it ...

... that if intelligent beings exist
in our Universe,

they must be like us.

I can't prove that.

You still deny even obvious facts.

"To welcome you, we wanted to
cheer you up. Now approach the sphere."

"Where are you from?"

Sol star system, planet Earth.

"Why did you come here?"

You asked for help.

"We did not ask for help."

Did too, we received your distress signals.

"Signals were not ours."

Not yours?

"Not ours."

We sought sentient life in space.

- Thinking.
- Living.

"Are you alive?"

Alive, and thirsty.

"Make use of the 'control key'
in the niche behind you."

"To dispense with translations, turn off
your primitive communicators."

"We will shift to your linguistic mode."

( monotone female voice )
Happiness and peace to you all...

Do you desire happiness?

- Of course.
- Why not.

You will be happy.

We will make you happy.

( monotone male voice )
We will make you happy.

We will make you happy.

Strange.

What is?

Everything...

Why did they deny asking for help?

Who then sent the signals?

Were we mistaken?

What do they mean, "make us happy"?

I already am.

Happy? Then they'll make you happier.

I don't want forced happiness.

Happiness is for each to find
on their own ... .

- What happened?
- Where are the seats?

I think I did that.

Give it here.

Some sort of remote control.

This is our planet.

An Earthly garden.

Earth sustains us, gives us food and water.

Basically we thrive in such environment.

We live and breathe in it.

This is an example of our world.

Those are plants, providing fruits to eat.

We name fruits apples, cherries, pears...

Please.

This chamber was constructed to
make our long journey more bearable.

Here we can recreate cherished places
we left behind on Earth.

We call this chamber "Surprise".

- "We want to learn your alphabet."
- Certainly.

"We now wish to learn your vocabulary."

Certainly.

They absorbed it all .

Absorbed.

We thank you.

Please, sit.

We... are glad... to meet intelligent equals.

Now we would... like to show you our planet.

This is how our planet looked 250 years ago.

We were content, constantly
broadening our understanding.

Creativity brought us joy.

Our highest achievements included

bio-mechanical robots, the "Implementers",

which freed us from the
burdens of manual labour.

After "Implementers",

we built the "Meliorater" robots,

which not only had the ability
to govern the "Implementers",

but to also improve their design.

However, the "Meliorater" robots eventually
resolved to even improve us, the living.

They reasoned our perfect state would be
happiness, yet, was being obstructed by

tortures of creativity,

desire for self-improvement,

empathy,

benevolence,

conscience.

Their solution was to purge
us of these qualities.

We didn't want such happiness.
We resisted.

But it was too late.

All you see, is no more.

Only visual archives remain.

During final stages of this global tragedy,

"Melioraters" became very cunning,

creating an insidious sonic weapon,

a mind-altering sound affecting all
who heard it, eroding their strength of will.

Even the strongest among us could not resist,
instead succumbed, and obediently followed

into conversion chambers,

where they were transformed into happy,

mindless,

self-centred,

complacent beings.

Total empty happiness,

living with no goals in life,

no offspring and family,

because they were purged of their
caring sensitive nature.

Our planet is now desolate,
no living beings inhabit it.

So how did you survive?

Prior to the catastrophe, our people

built a radio observatory in space.

There, a handful survived, and we
are their descendants.

Those on the surface,
fell victim to the robots.

Our space station cannot leave orbit.

Instead, perpetually circles the planet
that is no longer ours.

250 years we called for help, and
are glad you managed to hear us.

Fragrance.

Three of our friends are on your planet.

They will die.

If they can obtain a "control key",

we could help you establish
two-way communication.

Quadrant A-739-12, negative.

Need another solution.

- Need something new.
- Certainly, Sergey Sergeyevich.

Unfortunately, we lack the means to bridge
such vast distances.

Sadly, I realise that.

Forgive my interrupting your chat,

I genuinely wish to be of use with
unique solutions at my disposal ...

... and whenever possible, they
even resemble science.

Resemble science?

Today's science, from your perspective.

I would like to offer you my services in
so far as contacting the starship "Zarya".

How?

How indeed?

All in good time. Permit me.

Please.

O here it is, Cassiopeia.

Do you have some small metallic object?

Will this do?

O perfect.

What is that?

Humanity's first contact with
extraterrestrial civilisation.

- Inhabitants of Vryana.
- And where are the children?

Vic? ... Here he is.

Victor Danyelovich Sereda.

Excuse me, this is strong tobacco.

That is about all I can manage.

Restoring the link is beyond me.

Well ...

must contemplate... and search...

Explore...

Hope.

Bizarre magic.

Try the raspberry-coloured, tastes like mango.

- Will try your mango.
- Delicious.

Well?

Here's the mango.

We expected civilisation in ruin,
and instead.

Your mango tastes like ink.

I wonder where it all comes from?

What's with the questions, enjoy.

It's just a hole.

Elementary. It has strong force fields ...

Try the yellow, like strawberry
with chocolate.

"Island", "Island", this is
"Mainland", "Mainland".

- Friends, can you hear me?
- Yes, yes, we hear.

If you have a control key, quickly
press the yellow and red buttons

for two-way communication.
Quickly, Pavel, hurry.

"Island", "Island", this is
"Mainland", "Mainland".

You are in extreme danger, my friends,
surrounded by robots.

Get to your shuttle and back to the ship.

Insert the control key into the niche.

Turn upper portion of the key,

then press green and red to leave.

They are deceiving you.
No danger threatens you.

We will make you happy.

Vic is trying to panic us.
Basically, envies us.

Vic isn't an alarmist.

Nor envious.

Robots?

Why did you...?

We must leave here.

Follow me.

See you, robots.

Danger.

Varya, hurry, don't dawdle.

Secure the hatches.
Starting the engines.

Hurry Varya, hurry.

Don't just stand there.

Perhaps we shouldn't leave.

- What?
- Bored of living, Kyuteishikova?.

No, not bored of life.

There are just so many mysteries here.
And we don't understand any.

Are they really plain robots?

Why do they resemble living beings, even people?

It's inhuman.

And the enigmas, the buildings, portals,
all signs of civilization.

We did as they asked, we came,
but they suddenly vanished? Suddenly?

Should I tie her up?

I have orders from Sereda.

And what would Sereda do in our place?
He would stay .

- She lost her mind?
- I stay.

Ah silly goose, you don't even
have the control key to get back.

Pavel, hand me a weapon.

It's not here.

- What?
- They must have taken it.

- Give us the key.
- Forbidden.

- We want to drink and eat.
- Forbidden.

- Forbidden, forbidden.... What's permitted?
- Nothing.

- No longer our guests, but prisoners.
- Prisoners?

Ship is under your command in my absence.

I will signal every hour.
Stay alert.

Understood.

My son Agapit will be your guide.

He will help you find your friends.

But guard him against the sonic weapon.

Remember he is powerless against it.

So long.

Soon, you will see our home planet up-close.

But take care, for you may pay
for it with your life.

We must do this for our friends from Earth,

they after all came to help us.

I wish you and your daring plan success.

So long.

Bye. We'll eagerly wait for you.

Only two of us remain.
You seem troubled.

Yes, but for different reason.

All left. All except me.

And me? ... Besides, someone
had to remain on board.

I think I would have been more
useful down there.

Why didn't Vic take me?

Asking me, or yourself?

Well, you.

You have extraordinary memory.

Technology is your speciality.

But when it comes to people... you...

Well? Go on.

...become deaf and insensitive.

Our situation here in space, Kate,

leaves no room for emotion.

But you needn't choose, you simply
don't feel, period.

- Read Tolstoy's "Resurrection"?

Volume 25, page 43,
second paragraph from top. Read.

"No sooner Cathy entered the room, even
mere sight of her white apron from afar,"

"brightened everything up.
She was his sunshine..."

Well "professor" Kyuteishikova,

Why aren't you studying your
mysterious planet?

No reply?

Well I can explain it all. We have here
three types of dragonflies -

ones similar to worms, second to people,
and dragonflies similar to dragonflies.

The ones we met are prime examples of
those like people.

- But you can't explain how to fight them.
- They are invincible.

Varya, what are you doing?

May I ask you something?

No... Ask...

What does 9 x 7 equal?

Simple. 63.

What does square of hypotenuse equal?

Equally simple. Sum of squares
of adjacent sides.

They know everything.

One more question -

"A" and "B" are sitting on a rose.
A fell, B fainted, what remains?

( Varya )
My gosh. ...

... They burned up.

Pavel, take their key, and let's
get out of here.

Burned up. I was wrong.
Those aren't dragonflies, but robots.

Indeed Fedyo, robots.
What's wrong Pavel?

No key.

Doesn't work either.

And no contact with the ship.

Agapit, we are in a hurry.

Agapit, hurry.

They were here.

"I was here. Lob" ... Fedyo.

They must have made contact.

Agapit, what is this pole?

A kind of lift system...

Portals used for planet-wide travel.

Like a horse? Sorry, bad timing, bad joke.

- Can they take us to them?

Let's see... where exactly.

Think, Agapit, think.

You're alive.

My Vickey.

Friends, let's go, quickly.

- Julia, who's that?
- Agapit.

- You destroyed them.
- Varya did.

"Implementer" robots aren't invincible?

Living beings from Earth,
we gladly welcome you.

You will now be sent to the
chamber of blissfulness.

There, in two of your hours,

you will become completely happy...

Those are the "Meliorater" robots.
Commander, we must hurry.

Move it. Kyuteishikova, Lobanov, Kozelkov.

- This way?
- No, that way.

Wait.

Must be the robot's sonic weapon.

Agapit, stop, it's the robots. You'll die.
Stay.

- Don't interfere, I must go, they call.
- Restrain him.

Hold him.

He lost his marbles.

Gone.

Vic, let's rescue Agapit.

If I only knew how.

Follow him, and you too will be happy.

"Implementers" will lead, you follow.

We will make you happy.

In here, no one's inside.

Return and you will become happy.

Will become happy.

Return and will become...

Excellent.

Brave girl.

Must learn more about the blasted robots,
how they function, how to defeat them.

- Can't do it without Agapit.
- Where did they take him?

Without Agapit we're totally lost.

Calm down.

What if we masquerade as robots?

How?

We have our weapon, "A and B...".

- Won't help.
- Will too.

Where to?

Let him try.

But hurry.

This isn't my head.
Mechanic mixed them up again.

Definitely not mine.

That is mine.

That is mine.

- Exchange?
- Exchange.

- Seems sluggish.
- Clearly not mine.

I have a question for you.

- Moment.
- Moment.

- Ask.
- Ask.

"A" and "B" sat on a rose, A fell,
B fainted, what remained on the rose?

- Ugh, too tight, I'll suffocate.
- Hang on.

- Well?
- Like robots.

Take a look.

- Take it, might come in handy.

Shall we go?

If we're not back in 30 minutes, return
to the shuttle and get back to the ship.

We'll wait for you.

That is my order, alright? An order.

- Pavel, looks like a recharging station.

If we could find its energy source.

Why are you hiding? Recharge.

No.376 came late yesterday,
no more No.376 today - was recycled.

Watch it blockheads.
No yellow today.

Want to get us into trouble?

Neither that.

Blue will disintegrate you.

You don't seem right to me.

Something wrong with your memory modules?

- Joking.
- Joking.

Say, what became of that "living being"?

Awaits happiness on level 507.

Key code is black and white.

Am so depleted. What is the delay?

Need to get to a portal.

Oh that is good.

71 parsecs, and no dragonflies.

Agapit? Is like a human - arms, legs,
head, that sort of thing...

Did they find him or not?
What do you think, girls?

And they sleep...

No wonder, haven't slept for over 28 hours.

I too am sleepy.

Girls, what about following
this trail of smoke?

Will it lead to where those
scoundrels lured Agapit?

What if we pretend we too were
affected by their infernal music.

Yes, girls.

Not a bad idea.

Vic would understand.
No, wouldn't.

What to do?

They sleep...

Sleep.

Greetings.

What.

Where to?

Startled me, you rascals.

Where are the girls?

Sleeping back there... What about you?

"Implementers" can't enter while
"Melioraters" are inside.

Now what?

Stay.

And think.

Bring out Agapit, we'll wait here.

How?

Way you pulled me out of that school exam
once..

Understood. ... Pretence.

Onward.

Glad to see you came.
Sit wherever it suits you.

Soon you will become absolutely happy.

I came for you.

Did you forget our plan, reason we came?

It's you...

Alright then.

The music must have really hit hard
if it is affecting you this much.

I can't help it.

Get up and we'll leave.

Why?

Cretin. People will die because of you.

Get up and we'll walk out.

How? Can't, am too weak.

You can. Just hush up and do as I do.

Stand up.

My stomach.

Forbidden. Only the happy may leave here.

You are forgetting we are living
beings, with needs.

A deficiency in your structural design?

No food here.

Go. "Implementers" will escort you.

Where do robots get their energy?

Power plant on the ocean's shore.

How do we get there?

- I will show you.
- Good.

This way.

First take the girls to the shuttle,
then we'll head for the power plant.

Hold it.

What did you do to them.

They are asleep, step aside.

- What are you doing?
- Can't abandon the girls. Follow them.

And what about Agapit,
and the power plant?

Brothers, we can't help
the girls now, they're asleep.

I'll remain. When they wake up,
will try to escape.

Got an hour and a half.

Alright, stay. Switch your
translator to communicator.

- Agapit, take us to the shuttle.
- It's our only hope.

... Along with our "A and B...".

Must find a portal.

- Where is it?
- Near.

This way.

Take off the costumes, masquerade is over.

Preparing to neutralize
inclinations towards empathy,

inclinations towards
conscience, appendicitis, self-improvement,

benevolence, love, effort,

boldness.

Why don't you leave?

We can't break free.
Something is restraining us.

- Where is the other one?
- Needs more time over there.

Flaw in his particular design?

"Evidently."

Return to your place.

Varya, use our "A and B..."

- Permit a question.
- Continue.

A and B sat on a rose. A fell,
B fainted, what remains on the rose?

The conjunction "and" remains.

In 34 minutes as you measure time on Earth,
no question will matter.

Look forward.

Agapit, this isn't where we were before.

Where's our shuttle?

Here's the ocean, but a different place.

Perhaps used wrong coordinates.

Call of the robots still affected me.

What to do?

A lullaby...

My mother used to sing it.

What are you doing?

I am a nanny robot, an obsolete design.

All this time, my nurturing module
has never been deactivated,

200 years I sing this lullaby.

Two of us remain, the defective ones.

Me and #739.

That's a vehicle, saw a picture of it once.

It can take us the rest of the way.

Mechanic at your service.
Vehicle is in perfect working condition.

Just press the button.

( vacuum cleaner sound )

Enter.

Hurry up, Agapit, hurry.

Don't distract me...

The right colour combination will
lay the course for the power plant.

From bottom-up - yellow, green, blue, red.

Yellow, green...

- Now it'll take us straight to it.
- So why aren't we moving?.

The white button will start.
Close the hatch.

Vic, Vic, we're doomed. "A and B"
is ineffective against "Melioraters"

In 30 minutes the girls will become
mindlessly happy, then I'll be next.

Unless you help, we'll die. Vickey.

You helped the living ones, you
will be disassembled.

Robot models - biologists, chemists,

robot mechanics, silicon-based, electricians...

Wrong crib note...

Destructive methods - blocking energy...
kinetic effects...

... That's all?

Varya, I'm afraid.

I'm afraid the boys won't
rescue us in time.

Danger of first degree: living beings pose
a threat. All which can burn, ignite.

The power station.

( recharge signal )

What's going on? Where are you?

No time for dumb questions Mike.
Got 2 minutes. We're in terrible danger.

Ship-to-shore signals are being jammed.
Must chance it this way.

Ever read Bodyaghin's "Dancing Queen"?
A tale of evil robots.

Can you recall the page on which they
were defeated? How was it done?

Mikey, you think too slow.

"Commander ordered the robots to remove
their receivers. When they obeyed,"

"without receivers, could receive no
new orders. For them, the game was over."

"Aha." the commander shouted, "Now only
the leaders remain, and..."

Fedyo, behind you.

Weren't glued .?

Hang on girls, 3 down, one to go.

Accursed "dragonflies", we'll get you all.

Where are you dragging me?

Commander, here.
This is the entrance.

Hang on.

We're trapped. I don't know the
password. Get down.

- Move.
- Down.

A mirror did you in.

This way.

...Vickey, Vickey. It's all up to you now.
I glued three "Melioraters", one remains.

It'll all be over unless you can help.

The girls will die in few minutes.
Hurry, Vic. Hurry.

Varya, think of something else.

All "Implementers" report to
power plant's level 1001.

Destroy the living ones.

My ancestors used to enter this room
wearing protective suits.

We mustn't remain here for long.

Everything looks so basic, so elementary.

Yet incomprehensible.

Need to signal the robots to recharge.

Are these instructions?

Yes.

Upper complex,
Interior complex,

Faster, Agapit, faster.

- Industrial complex...
- Not that.

Transportation...

Energy field: increase, decrease...

The recharge command.

"Implementers'" energy source...
"Melioraters'" energy source.

The key code is yellow-green-blue.

( klaxon sounds )

Pavel, doesn't it remind you of nuclear
reactor? Inserting rods builds up energy.

Does remind. Does.
This will fry the robots for sure.

Charging takes 2 minutes.
But then shuts down automatically.

Safeguards prevent destructive overcharging.

How do we override these fail-safes?

I don't know.

How?

The key didn't last.
It vaporised.

If only.
Need a metallic ... .

- What?
- A steel ... .

Nail?

Watch out.

You are saved.

Except for us, all other robots burned up.

We were to be recycled... Over time
they replaced their internal power packs

with rechargeable accumulators,
becoming vulnerable to overcharging.

- We are defective, sure,
but, are your friends.

Welcome home.

We are truly happy for you.
Resettle your planet.

We will not become complacent
like our forefathers.

Instead, robots will become our assistants.
Truly.

Your hair is starting to grow.
You are all grown up.

We are your friends.

- We are defective. We are your friends.
- Back off. I already heard hundreds of times.

We are your friends. We are defective.

I got it. You may now go bother
someone else. Go, tell others...

- We were to be recycled...
- My head hurts.

- We are defective...
- Will you stop yacking already or not?.

Thank you.

( MIKE + KATE )
- Who wrote that?

Well, I'd suspect ...

13 .

Making excellent progress, dear
Catherine Sergeyevna.

- Where did you come from?
- Occupational demands / benefits.

- You didn't age?
- Occupational demands.

- How did you get here?
- Occupational demands.

Is it really you?

By demands of my occupation, me.
( Per benefits of my service, me. )

( ISN'T IT TIME TO RETURN TO EARTH,
FRIENDS? )

Time to head back to Earth.