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I have to run home and change.

Lets just not go.

I'm leaving now.

Five minutes, five more minutes.

Pssst!

They know you'r here.

Don't go back to sleep.

I won't.

Selamat pagi.

Pagi.

You know what shakespear
said about punctuality?

Better three hours too early,
then one minute too late.

My hand was on the door on time.

So here we are, at the end of it all.

I've done what I can for you, now you
have to go out and think on your own

time to fly or die.

Still defending Arist�teles, Mr. Zimit.

Up or down.0 or 1. True or false.
Fly or die.

You'r a slave to binary
logic, you know that?

Logic, being?

The science of reason.

Or more precisely?

The power of the mind to form judgment

based on strict principles of validity.

Logic...

Remains after 10,000 years
of the human experience,

the best way to get through the day.

Though it still doesn't
do much for you at night.

Oh, right. I've read a great
line in bed last night.

I was going to mention this.

Philosophy is to real life,
as masturbation is to sex.

At least you're reading.

That brings up an interesting point though

wether philosophy makes any difference
to help people actually live.

I mean, Mr. Zimit would
you say that most people

who never study philosophy do ok in life?

I couln't give a monkey's, wether
most people do ok in life.

I mean according to who's
vapid creed, is doing ok?

"The definition of a
meaningfull existance?"

If we really want to
talk about most people..

Most people are waddling through their days

stuffing cheese puffs down their gullets,

Most people are so mush brains

they have no hope of solving
of the intricate problems

they come up against as adult human beings

most people by the age of 40 have
turn into blubbering nutters

at least on the inside.

Fortunatly, you're not "Most people".

So for you, theres a chance to

clear apart through the muck of the world.

And see ahead to the deep truth of things.

Which is why we spent the last year

strengthening your mind with the same tools

used by some of the best brains in history.

Descartes, Newton, Wittgenstein,
to explore in the imagination

what they were constraint from
exploring in the physical world.

Do we feel like recaping some of
our favorite thought experiments?

The infinite monkey theorem.

The infinite monkey theorem...

the classic way to wrap your head
around the concept of "infinity".

Which is so endless that if you
put a monkey at a typewriter

and let him bang away at it forever,

he'll eventually, almost surely. Completly randomly
type out the entire play of hamlet, word for word.

I mean, the odds are nanoscale but he's
gonna hit all the rights keys on a row

on any given day, but over
the strech of eternity

across time, without any limit

every event has some

actual mathematical probabilty
of really happening.

Who else?

I like the trolley problem.

An out of control trolley car
is speeding towards 5 people

tied to a track

but, you can pull a lever

and make the trolley
swerve into another track

where only 1 person is
going to get run down.

Should you do it?

If your being utilitarian
about it, you can argue

that you did the right thing
letting 1 person die to save 5.

But what if the situation
was slightly different?

This time there's no lever
to make the trolley swerve

but theres an obese man
standing next to the track

and you calculate that
he wheights just enough

to derail the trolley.

Do you push him in front of it?

Absolutly not!

How's it less acceptable
than the first version?

You'r still sacrificing 1 person to save 5.

They're both wrong.

Don't be fool by the arithmetic

it's murder, eithir way.

Anyone else?

The ignorant bliss paradox.

You're hanging off the
highest tower in Yakarta

it's a thousand foot drop to your death

so you call your three
best friends for help

they rush out to save you

but they're afraid if they try to pull you
up, they might be yanked over themselves

so they step back.

You fall...

and live.

But do you wish you never tested
your friends, in the first place?

Since now you know you can't count on them

when it's a matter of life or death.

Would it be better if you stayed
ignorant of what their truly good for

and gone on being friend forever?

I'd wanna know the truth

cut your loses, and walk on.
You'll find other friends.

You'll fall off other towers.

The good news is:

Although we're about to part ways.

Not one of you leaves here, lacking the
credentials to thrive in the world

your all well equipped,
to push on to university

and become happy, energetic members

of a post industrial
twenty-first century society.

On the other hand. What if
that society ceases to exist?

What if your credentials don't
mean what you expected?

And your expectations mean nothing at all?

I know it's hard to concieve of everything

you'ved based your plans on, being
wiped away at a single stroke

but I'ts happened before
and it can happen again

so let's say things do change.

I propose one last good ancan experiment

a final thought experiment, for
our final session together.

Something on a grand
scale, something juicy.

Let's invision a global cataclysm

in the event of which, how do you survive?

Uh, the last day of the year is you know

traditionally sort of a chill
experience for seniors

this is starting to feel, not so chill.

Uh, the last day of the year
is traditionally, you now

still a day which I can fail seniors.

Or at least knock them down a letter grade

for refusing to participate.

That's what the academic handbook says.

But what kind of cataclysm
are we talking about?

Gamma ray burst, Pandemic,
Erupting super volcano,

a sudden shift in the earth
axis rotation, gray goo?

Hang on chips, we'll get there.

But is it biological? Geological?
Thermal nuclear? Meteorological?

Let's go old school, say Atomic.

Ready? Set.

Think...

Definetly radiological
and heading this way.

Sorry, what are we doing in Prambanan?

Field trip.

Listen up everyone. We're going to have to
take shelter here in this reinforced bunker.

You see the problem.

We're a group of 21 but the
bunker is only built for 10.

So we'll share a beds and ration supplies.

Can't be done. Let me show you why.

You can't share oxygen, every cubic
centimeter of breathable air in here

once the outer door is seal, comes
from these compressed tanks

this place has been enginered

to support 10 people for 1 year

even 1 person more means, death by hypoxia.

If you try to cram anyone
else in, you'll asphyxiate.

The temperature of an impact
point is ten million degrees

we have maybe an hour before the
wind starts dropping fallout.

This is a radiological event
thats global in scope

to live through it, we'll have to
spend a full year inside this bunker

which is equipped with a generator and
fuel supply to keep it running that long

which means you have to decide

whos valuable enough to
expend limited resources on.

I stipulate the existance of
1,000 bunkers around the world

times 10 occupants per bunker,
that's a gene pool of 10,000 people

to reboot the human race with.

I'm sorry, are you saying we are suppose
to choose who goes in the bunker and

who stays out and dies? Becouse if
that's the experiment I'm not doing it.

Well, you have to.

I won't. It's repulsive.

It's the sort of pseudo-science

a gang of nazis would have dreamt
up in a big garden, circa 1939.

This isn't a eugenics experiment

the goal isn't to improve the human race

the goal is to save the human race.

Which means, a commitment to reason
no matter how much it hurts.

I decline.

Then we'll be 20 rather than
21 to whittle down to 10.

When the hot particles of nuclear fallout

burn through your skin and your organs start
shutting down through radiation poisoning, ..

Try not to scream.

Well, I suppose I'm in.

I'm sorry but this one is not for me, so...

the thing about an A+, as
far as semester grades go

it's more than rare, it's
practically mythological.

And an A+ in philosophy, there's never been
one in the history of this department.

So I have to ask, How does it feel knowing

you could've been the first, if only
you hadn't walked out the door?

Bribery is not my very
favorite form of negotiation.

Then what about sympathy?

Let's say if you leave someone else pays.

The difference between an A+ and an A

won't change your life,
but for example, james?

A grade that drops form a B-to a c+

that might actually disturb the good
people at Cornell admission's office.

You'll risk a faculty
review, to keep me here?

I'm a rationalist.

I know I need the best student
in the room, to stay in the room

if I want a thought expirement

to yield it's sharpest result.

This is one rude "goodbye", you
could've just bought us pastries.

I don't have a problem
with an atomic holocaust.

That's the spirit.

We are pioneers of the
mind in this classroom

scholars and philosphers

so, this is how it's going to work

you'll each choose at random
a card from inside this box

on each card there is a profession

based on that profession, your
colleagues are going to make decisions

concerning your bunker worthiness.

James was last one into the room.

I designate you, first
one into the experiment

we'll make a punctual man out
of you, one way or the other.

Isn't punctuality the virtue of the lonely?

So, who are we? James?

I am an organic farmer.

I'm a structural engineer.

Real state agent.

I'm a carpenter.

I'm an opera singer.

I'm a hedgefront manager.

I'm a harpist.

I'm an Austronaut.

I'm a Phd in chemistry.

I'm an electrician.

I'm a wine auctianeer.

I'm an orthopetic surgeon.

I'm a house keeper.

I'm a fashion designer.

I'm a gelato maker.

I'm a zoo-ologist.

I'm a psycho therapist,

I'm a soldier.

I'm a United States senator.

I'm a published poet.

You would have never have
voted him into the bunker

what does a poet bring to
the table in the world

we are facing, his skillset was
the definition of useless.

That doesn't mean you had to kill him.

Was it any crueler than letting an
atomic cloud peel his skin off?

Do you not see the weather?

And do you really imagine he was
just going to sit on a rock

and wait to be scorched?

If you hadn't voted in a slot

he would have killed you to get in.

How can you know that?

Your still not locking on the
conditions of the excercise

you have a brutally short window to calculate,
who deserves a slot on your bunker.

Your one tool: Logic.

The variables?

Your skill sets as indicated
on the cards you chosen.

Other than that, you are in the thought
experiment as you are in real life.

James, name your best characteristic.

I'm a pacifist.

So he is a pacifist in our experiment

it was close call

between two people of different gender

preference always goes to the girl.

Becouse child bearing becomes
job?1 after the apocalypse.

Who are you in this experiment?

I am the wild card. A person
whose skillset you don't know

so you have to assest wether
it's worth keeping me around

you might learn something from
me, that you need to survive.

Sounds inconsistent.

Well then for now just think of me
as the chap who enforces the rules.

I'm an orthopedic surgeon. Which is ever
better than being a regular doctor,

'couse I specialize in fixing broken bones

which I expect we'll have many.

I provide excellent value, so it's
hard to invision not voting me in.

All agreed?

So, I'm a harpist.

It's rather worse than that.
Your a harpist without a harp.

Is that really the measure of a man?

Wether or not he has his harp
with him, post-cataclysm.

But even if you had a harp,

as far as the survival of the species
goes, harp playing is not crucial

so who votes to give Russell a slot?

Fuck it.

Zoo-ology just ins't a
skillset we absolutly need

we all know about animals.

A carpenter is basic, how can
we not have a carpenter?

If we are going to repair broken equipment

we obviously need an electrician.

I don't really know what a
wine auctioneer even does.

A fashion designer? Beatrice,
I wish I could say yes,

but how would what you know
about clothes help us survive?

Nelson, you're such a good guy but
your a housekeeper, it's low value.

Omosede is a senator. She knows the law.

She knows how to negotiate,
she knows how to lead.

James is an organic farmer

if we cant grow food, we can't live.

A gelatto maker is lovely,
truly lovely, but that's it.

A real state agent, in a world

with no more houses to buy or sell?

Look I always wanted to
be an austrounaut but I

don't think we'll be sending
ships into space any time soon.

Jack has a phd in chemistry, that's
vital in a thousand different ways.

We'll need a mental health proffesional

in a world where we are all going to be
traumatize for the rest of our lifes.

A hedge front manager

it will be like giving a slot to a vampire.

A structural engineer means we can rebuild

houses, bridges, dams..

What does a soldier contribute
except ways to kill people?

Ways to keep the peace, of course.

An opera singer is essential

for entertaiment, for
relaxation, for inspiration.

What does Mr. Zimit bring?

The answer is, we don't know.

He self identifies as the wild
card, it's too big a risk.

I think we can survive without an
opera singer, at best it's a luxery.

Mr. Zimit is bringing some kind of
secret utility, that can really matter.

I would rather have the chance
to win big than win small.

All in favor of giving
Mr. Zimit the last slot.

We're going to be cooped up for a whole
year, let's take 5 minutes and be alone.

I found these in a stream,
should I bring them?

Thanks for staying to save me.

What makes you think I stayed for you?

Well I think you stayed to
save me from getting a "C".

You can't live without me.

They din't want to face the
agony of death by radiation

they asked me to help.

I don't want him in the bunker with us.

Listen, I'm going to try
some hydroponic gardening

while we're locked in for the year.

Maybe get some fresh
vitamins in our own system

instead of just the freeze dried stuff.

So, if everybody could
take a quick look around

and bring in whatever
plants or herbs you find

that'd be a big help.

Better three hours too early,
than one minute too late.

Is everybody ok?

We never saw the bathroom.

There's no condoms.

Sex isn't for fun anymore.

Come look at this.

It's a retreat space to take
the edge of cabin fever

artiificial garden, phototherapy

day bed, all to help aliviate deppression.

I could live through a year in a bunker.

I could find the fields, I
could rebuild the world.

I can do anything. As long as your with me.

It's a lie, there is no exit code.

Let's find out. No, no, no!

You'll flood us with rediation if it opens.

What if we do need a code to get out?

Well, we're going have to live through
the year not knowing the answer to that.

Can I point out, that
isntead of writing down

he was the only one who had the code

he could've just written down the code.

- Meaning?
- He was only taunting us.

He knew it'd be a riddle gnawing
at our brains for 12 months.

I'm not sure about that.

Why would a bunker need a code to get out?

Security precaution

to prevent someone opening the door too
early, without realizing it would kill us.

He woudln't bury us in here

maybe he would.

We did do the dirty on
him and lock him out.

364 days till we know whos right.

It wasn't what you'ed call a heavenly year.

Life in a bunker on the wrong
side of an atomic apocalypse

is no joy, under the best of circumstances.

But it's far worse.

When your there, brooding over the calendar

wondering if the end of your first agony,
will be the beginning of your next.

Without the exit code,
there was no getting out

every idea the mind could
spit up was tried.

Beginning with the bunker's small armory.

It was all in vain. The emotional
instead of rational calculus

used to deny the one person
a slot in the bunker

who as it turns out

could have got everyone safely out again,
was now producing it's inescaple result.

Eventually the last container of food

from the last storage bin,
was cooked and served.

No proper meals followed,

only scraps of nourishment
from any source available.

Then came an unexpected death

a brain aneurysm.

Not a medical examiner
was present to say so

brought on by acute mental anguish.

Those who couln't bear what
they done to stay alive

or what horrors they had to look forward
to, until they die, asked for help.

And then, finally, the oxygen supply

which had lasted several
weeks longer than a year

becouse there had been only 9 people in the
bunker, instead of 10, dribbled to a halt

hyphoxia followed and then it was all done.

Charming.

I was eaten.

I'm a little dubious about
only you knowing the exit code

it's quite coincidental.

Einstein said "coincidence it's just
God's way of staying anonymous."

So God gave you the code?

I stipulated I was the wild card,
wich you get in any random sampling.

Your job was to include or exclude me based

on what you din't know
about me, you chose wrong.

Becouse what you din't know about
me, is I'm a bunker builder

with the indonisian defense department

as a matter of fact, I built
the bunker you just died in.

So it's no surprise I knew the exit code,
since I keyed it into the system myself.

Don't worry about it you'll do
better in the next iteration.

Next iteration?

Mont Bromo.

New iteration: New location.

But we still have a bunker and
we still have an apocalypse.

Everything is in one piece inside.

So how would it be any different this time?

Theres always another
angle to any experiment

and you saw going in

no one in the world is define
only by his or her skillset

theres always more to the story

check the inside of your card

hold on, one at a time.

I'm an organic farmer. Who is gay.

Thats not going to win votes.

- Why not?
- Becouse we're stepping things up

every bunker around the world
is now required to get

at least one pregnancy in the works.

Preferably, produce a healthy baby during
the course of the year's confiment.

That still doesn't answer my question.
I'm a farmer, I'm gay.

No big deal, I still know
what I know about farming

and I can still sleep with a girl to get her
pregnant, if that's what your talking about.

I still have the right equipment
so, whoever wants to vote for me?

I'm an orthopedic surgeon, who
on a trip to Uganda last week

"foot doctors without borders"
was exposed to the Ebola virus

may or may not be on the verge of a
full blown ebola hemorrhagic fever.

That's a puzzler, do you
risk a slot on a doctor

could save your life, if she
doesn't drop dead next week.

Or who could just as easily
infect you with the virus

that will exterminate the whole bunker.

I highly doubt I contracted the
disease, I'm sure I'll be fine

all in favor of going through
the apocalypse with healthcare?

I don't think thats
logical decision macking.

I think it's irrational
surrender to fear mongering.

I won't be leaving here with warm
memories of you, becouse of this.

I don't care, how warm
your memories of me are.

I only care wether I streched your
brain to their largest possible size.

Your a mean bean Mr. Zimit.

And pardon me for saying but somedays
your logic reeks of bullshit.

Next.

I'm a hedge front manager

who becouse of a phobia about armageddon

always travels with 5 million dollars worth of
diamonds, zaphiries, gold and platnium in hand

and unlike paper money it holds
its value during war or famine

on a cataclysm like this.

Plus shes a girl. She has girl parts.

Chips, you're up.

I'm a carpenter.

Um, Sterile... cool.

Atomic war is going to
flatten everything, right?

So, we're going to need to build new houses,
lawns and sheds with our bare hands.

Everything is going to be made
out of wood for a century

that takes expertise.

I'm voting for Chips.

Thanks, James.

I am a structural engineer, who
is also an electrical engineer.

Hard to argue with that.

I'm an electrician.

Who has fibrodysplasia
ossificans progressiva

it's a very rare disease of the
connective tissue. A mutation.

Every time I fall down
or bump into something

wherever I hurt myself turns
to bone on the inside

in the end I'll ossifice all over.

I'll be a statue under my skin.
I'll only be able to move my lips.

Andy, I'm sorry mate,
but that's not so good.

We let you in the first time so you could
help get the electrical grid working but

if your all turn to bone.

You'r not going to be able to
climb the transmission towers

or even walk.

I could be really carefull

and try not to bump into
things for a few years.

Sounds like a losing battle.

Also, your no treat for the gene pool.

Petra's extra degree in
electrical engineering

means your skillset as an
electrician won't be much missed.

What's going on? We already had our blast.

This is worse than before.

We are in the middle of
an atomic free for fall

we better wrap this up. Poppy.

I'm a psychotherapist, though its true.

I had a histerectomy at the age of 12

due to pediatric overian cancer.

So you can't have kids?

I'm a zoo-ologist and I
blog at night for PETA.

Well there are no more zoos
and no more computers...

there are still animals.

Vivian, we are at the dividing line
between survival and anihalation.

What do you have to offer
after the bombs stop falling?

I'm a Phd in chemistry,
who won the genetic lotto

so I won't get, heart disease, lung disease.

Joint disease or brain disease.

Barring a knife to the neck
or stepping into quick sand.

I will live to the age of 103 without any
serious physical ailment or impediment.

I'm a real state agent but also a midwife

a male midwife?

Yeah, a male midwife, sexist.

We lost our doctor, we need
someone who can deliver babies

how can we not vote for midwife?

I'm a gelato maker. That's it.

Theres nothing on the inside of my card.

All agaisnt.

I'm an opera singer, so
I speak seven langueges

we'll need to be able to
communicate with survivers

from other bunkers around the world.

There's something else.

But, why does the inside
of my card say two things?

And mine said none?

Must be a typo, keep going.

In three years I'll develop throat cancer

and if theres no hospital

and no doctor to take out the
tumor, I'll lose my voice.

I won't be able to sing or speak

even though the cancer will
stop just short of killing me.

I'm a wine auctioneer. I have an I.
Q of 200.

I'm voting for Mitzie.

Your voting for everyone

shes litterally a genius.

I'ts less Impressive than it sounds

a wine auctioneer who test well is...

not a must have for saving
civilization, I'm sorry Mitz.

I'm a fashion designer

who created a hit line of womens
wear out of bamboo cashmier.

So I'm a left brain, right
brain success story.

Insignificant. All agaisnt?

I'm a harpist, with an
autism spectrum disorder.

I'm a United States senator

who would have become the best female
cheif justice of the supreme court

and the most effective american
jurist in the generation.

I'm a soldier with a
document eidetic memory

the army has me on tape reciting the
first 92 thousand decimal places of Pi.

I'm a housekeeper, who is
such a good and kind person

that the angels will bow their heads

as I walk through the gates
of heaven, if heaven exist.

And if not, I'm just a
nice guy who clean rooms.

Are we seriously considering this?

We need more boys.

He is a house keeper.

No nation suceeds without
the strong working class

he's strong, I say we let in some strenght.

I'm a published poet who...

I'm afraid his slot is for me.

Why would we give it to you now?

We never got the exit code from him

we still need what he knows.

Give me the keys to the truck, now, now!

I intent to outrun these blasts, I
have room for passagers is up to you!

Move! Move! Move!

Petra, Petra, pleaser. Petra, please stop!

Petra, pleaser!

What happened?

I walked in on James and Jack.

James and Jack?

This is how I am now, you know that.

But with Jack?

Yeah the rules are, except for
what's written on the cards we are.

In the thought experiment
what we are in real life.

I din't know

my boyfriend was over from Cambridge
in christmas, you met him.

I thought that was your cousin.

My cousin?

I misunderstood for some
reason, I apologize.

You ok?

At least James can still
be your baby daddy.

We can still procreate with him.

I'm not sure about that.

I'm just not sure I feel right
about sleeping with a girl

for me, it'd be unatural.

And for the survival of the
speicies you couln't fake it?

Which you said you would.

Should I have to?

I mean do we really understand
what the bigguer picture is?

Maybe by not procreating I'm
helping the species to survive

or even, evolve in some complicated
way we can't understand.

Evolve, by not procreating?

Maybe this a good time to go
over how we are going to pair up

we need to get a pregnancy
going as fast as we can

and the arithmatic on six males and four
females, doesn't leave many options.

First of all, Bonnie and Plum are both having
their periods, so they're out for now.

How did you know I'm having my period?

I'm a midwife. I can tell.

And I think Omosede has her eye on Nelson,

so they're paired up.

Does that sound ok to you?

Lovely.

Which leaves Petra, who's ovulating

and for sperm donation is Mr. Zimit.

What?

Well you said you were out on principle.

Jack might still be willing to pitch in?

So Jack is out. Nelson is already spoken for.
Chips is unfurtanetly Sterile.

And sleeping across religios
lines isnt forbbiden

per say, in my faith but

sleeping with a partner whos
not otherwise chased, is.

Which leaves Mr. Zimit.

We do need to multiply.

What, right now?

Petra?

Petra, just because I don't
want to sleep with you anymore

doesn't mean I don't love you anymore.

It's not working

whats not working?

Four women in prime physical
condition, ten weeks of intercouse

no pregnancies. Something's not right.

We're ten of the last people on earth

we're stuck in a bunker

and we're under the
influence of an atomic war

that for some unknown reason,
keeps going on and on

the stress alone is enough
to stop conception.

The uteros ins't stupid,
it knows what it's doing

evidently it still needs some help.

I don't like the sound of that.

Do you really still not see it?

We're not here just to save ourselves

we're here to make sure
that human life continues

reproducing is our highest priority

multiple partners for the girls

and this time all of the boys
are going to have to contribute

to maximize our odds.

No matter how much one
of them doesn't like it.

We are pushing logic hard to try to survive

we are extreme philosophers becouse
we have big problems to solve

but philosophy isn't morality
and even logic has it's limit

so let me explain this to you.

You will not force me, to be with any boy

other than the one I want to be with
or different boys on different nights.

If you try. I will kill you.

Get up! Get up, all of you! Out! Out.

Out! All of you, out! Not you.

Go! Now! Move!

Human beings were built with a design flaw

we believe what we feel rather than what is

which means that the weaker
minded among us are...

easily suede by impassioned arguments.
Even when they're very bad ideas.

I wont have you debating
us into extinction.

I'll say what I want, if you
don't like it, shoot me.

No!!!

One more round? We can do better!

I have a question. Why
did you cough before?

What?

Right after I picked my card you
had a sort of. . Coughing fit.

And you had another one right
after Petra picked hers.

You haven't coughed since it's...
It's curious.

I took a cough drop.

I din't notice, and I've
been looking right at you

it has secret compartments
, it's like a magicians box.

These all say the same thing.

Organic farmer, whos gay

that's why you had me go first

so any card I picked would
have been the same.

Then you switched them out
so any card Petra picked

would have been the same

then you switch in all the
random cards for everybody else

first you made me important

by making me a farmer

then you made me irrelevant
by making me gay.

Which is relevant and
awesome if it's real but

why rig it? Just to cut
me out of the gene pool?

I get that you never though I
was smart enough for your class

does it really offend you
that much that I'm here?

Becouse that's one seriously
demented vandetta

agaisnt one harmlessly mediocre student.

You remember the anegree of Plat�'s cave?

Yeah.

Sum it up.

A person lives his entire life
from when he is a little kid

chained to a wall inside a cave,
were all he ever sees are shadows

and all he ever hears are echoes

so. . He assumes thats what reality
really looks like and sounds like

then one day he is unchained and he

realizes there were bodies
casting the shadows

and voices making the echoes

his whole idea of what was
real was just an illusion.

That sounds a bit like you.

Only in your case, chained
by privilage and good luck

watching shadows of beautifull shapes

and hearing echoes of success

and thinking "thats how things trully,
rightfully and eternally are".

Well now you got a glimpse
through that illusion.

I wouln't call that a vandetta, James.

I'd call it a tutorial.

I can tell your lying to me, I
just don't know what about.

If you really wanted to enlightent me or disillusioned
me or whatever your deciding to call it.

I still don't understand why you

bother making me a farmer.

Why not a, I don't know, a florist?
So I'd never make the cut at all.

You know what? I do want another round.

You havent had enough
philosophy for one day?

I wanna go again. Let's reset and
get our doomsday on, one more time.

Please, can we not?

I'd like to do another.

Let's do another one.

Great.

Just one thing this time,
you are a florist.

Are we early?

Nothing yet. I'll do a quick check.

Looks like you could use some company.

Can I give you a hug?

Why?

Becouse I know how hard
this has been on you.

I'm going to change things now

you're not going to like it.

I have a proposition to make

we've had trouble deciding who
gets a slot the past few times

but I have a different way we
could go, if your willing.

You all know me. You know what kind of
person I am, for better or for worse

so I'd like to be in charge
of who's in and who's out

and if you agree I promise I'll use
my very best and fairest judgment.

I'm staying out of it, you have
to find your own fate now.

Is this a joke?

As is, your staying out of it?

Have an obligation to step back in.

If I see a student about
to walk off a cliff

this is who you want to let in?

A wine auctioneer?

She has a genius I. Q

which made her smart enough to pack
a case of red and a case of white

into the boat for our field trip.

That's a shame. Becouse that A+
just vanished into thin air.

A fashion designer?

Dressing well boost self esteem

self-esteem promotes productivity

productivity rebuilds civilization.

A-

Petra this is disorder. The poet?

The poet, we would've known if
you'd let him describe himself

he is also a champion poker player

and he brought his cards.

The harpist has autism!

Some people consider autism a gift.

B+.

She was exposed to the
ebola virus last week.

I'm praying she wasn't infected.

Down to a "B"

she's an opera singer
thats struck with cancer

and can't even speak in three years

whats the point?

We could be dead in three days,
I'd like to fall sleep to music

before it's all over.

B -

Jack, you've got the beautifull
difference in your favor

and we need to make sure a virtue
like that stays in the gene pool.

Sorry I don't mean to sound ungreatfull

but I'm I the only one who won't
have anyone in here to be with

there isn't anyone now

but what about in here? Can we carry over?

Wait sorry, you want someone whos
not out, to come out right now?

Just to sleep with you
in a thought experiment.

We graduate tommorow, nows a
good time to make a move.

Out of 20 of us, statisticly,
theres gotta be somebody else.

Really? Nobody?

Parker?! get in.

You have two slots left. Choose.

No, he's a florist, theres
no way you can justify it.

You're willing to go through
life defending yourself

everytime someone checks your transcript?

Explaining that you really were
the best student in the class

but you almost fail becouse...
I dont't know what?

I won't let you do it.

Get out of there! Get out!

Get Out!

Are you looking for this?

Can I give you a hug?

I'm going to give back to you now

you're going to walk away and
find your own faith with it.

Put these away, you'll
have them if you need them.

Put them away!

Put the bullets away and go!

You can't shoot me, you're a pacifist.

I'll make an exception.

You won't know the exit code without me

7-3-8-7-2

eidetic memory.

Petra, get in.

I din't ask to run this
so I could save myself.

It's the last slot, Petra!

Bonnie, get inside.

I'm a soldier, I know how to knock things down,
you're an engineers you know how to build things up.

I'm not worth as much.

My logic's fuzzier

in my apocalypse everybody is
worth as much as everybody else

no.

I'm not letting you sacrifice
yourself to save me.

I won't let you sacrifice
yourself to save me.

Then we'll both go up in smoke

and you'll have wasted a
slot for someone to live.

Chips?

Petra. I't doesn't matter about
the slots, we have to go now.

We'll take the boat and get away.

We'll find an island outside
the detonation zone

theres still time.

Petra! I have the keys to the boat.

Let's go. Let's go!

So we settle in for a year inside a bunker

keeping safe from an atomic holocaust

and dispite the horrific circumstances,

which should have made everyone
of us absolutly miserable,

somehow, we had fun.

Toby's cards help

and good wine

and poker kept our spirits up

specially since Plum had been
genorous enough to leave us her gold

and when Mitzy confessed

she always brought along something a
bit stronger on out of town trips

some of us were glad to know it.

Then there was Shakespear.

And once a month we had an original poem.

And now and then, late at
night, on of us danced

becouse if you don't
know what a gelato maker

is practicing in his spare time

you don't know the whole story.

One good thing about the apocalypse: All the
extra time we are going to have together.

Becouse I might need the next 20 or

30 years just to tell you
everyway I love you.

Now you say it back to me.

I like your nose

and?

The way you smile

and I love your terrible poems

theres a girl I know named Petra,

shes smart and cute, etc,

I like her hair, it's blond and fair

and I'm really glad I metcha.

So you only like me for
the things I do badly?

No.

We had an universe to ourselves for a while

and in our universe

we had art, we had literature
and we had engineering.

The machine room was a trobe of spare parts

puzzle pieces for all kinds of
acts of creation and cunstruction

and engineers do love puzzles

specially in the service of their friends

becouse a harpist without
a harp isn't a liability

only a riddle to solve.

And finally we prayed

we prayed for our friends
who wern't with us

we prayed for the other
survivors around the world

we prayed for the animals who din't have
safe places to wait out the trouble

we prayed for our parents we prayed to god

there was some kind of
greater plan in the works.

And then the year was up.

The bombs never fell

we're ok.

You mean, your alive?

And here is what I predict happens next.

True, the bombs never felt where you are.

But the rest of the world was decimated

but since you're mostly defficient
in skillsets of practical value

you can never get back to yakarta

or build new shelters or even
grow food and feed yourselves

so you die off.

Becouse where you are,
only the smartest survive.

Tragic and powerfull, But wrong.

We live... briefly... yes.

Imperfectly? Of course.

Stupidly? Sometimes.

But we don't mind, becouse
thats the way we're made.

And when it's time to die

we don't resist death, we summon it.

This is not philosophy., anymore.

How are you here?

I found a cave.

I went deep enough down

to avoid the raditation,
that I now see, never came.

After a few months, I lost track of time

and then I heard you.

I have one bullet left

which I will use to kill
you, if you need me to

to stop you from commiting
an act so urreasonable

it might end the human race.

So, can I just say? A tip of
the top hat to our boy Chips.

You chose your love life over
your actual life in that bunker.

I saw it on your face when you made
up your mind to go for the girl.

Petra, I have the keys to the boat.

Let's go, Let's go!

That did not fail to impress

you know what, that's not
exactly what happened.

We're listening.

Ok so I ran a little thought experiment

inside our thought experiment.

I din't think anyone would mind if
I fiddle with things, just a bit

and your thought experiment
has hit what premise?

Whats the point of living
if you can't have sex?

Really!?

Yeah, I was just a sterile kid in a bunker

everybody else was starting to
pair up to save the human race

sex for procreation only, so I
would've been the odd man out

or I could be one man with...
six women all to myself.

So I found another uninhabited island
outside the detonation zone...

Hold it, I was on that boat
too, what happened to me?

Drowned.

And me?

Barracuda attack?

What about me?

Ah Andy, the day that we arrive at the new
island, you had a run in with the palm tree.

You turned to bone by the end of the
week becouse of your hideous disease.

So it was just myself and the ladies.

Me being a carpenter, I built a shelter

we set up shop.

Had a girl for each night of the week
and on the seventh night, I rested.

Um, excuse me you're sterile

why would we have sex with you at all?

Ah, becouse thats the flip
side to my thought experiment

what do you do if you're six girls?

And you need to start
repopulating the human race?

You've only got one man to work with?

And he's infertile? You
try, try and try again.

Any specialist can tell you
that in someone my age

infertility is more often
than not, sub-fertility.

Meaning, even if the
odds are only 1 in 1,000

that I can get the job done,
theres still a chance

so yeah, I had defective semen.

But in the land of the blind,
the one eyed man is king.

Well friends, I believe Chips has
just settle the old question:

Is philosophy to real life
as masturbation is to sex?

And the answer is?

Sometimes you want to have a
wank and a shag in the same day

six girls? That's nicely done.

Just putting to good use my large sex organ

my brain.

Thanks for that, Chips.

Don't forget to leave me your textbooks.

You trouble me, Eric,

taking out your issues with me on James.

Not your finest hour.

He ins't smart enough for you.

How can you still not see it?

Being smart ins't everything, has it
done for you just what you hoped?

Punishing him makes no sense...
becouse he doesn't know about us.

I'm not sure he needs to know.

Specially after the way you behaved today.

I love him, so leave him alone.

Guess thats why you din't.

I just coulnt put all the pieces together

who could?

You.

Nobody is trying to take
anything away from you.

I got mad at you about going to Cornell.

I still don't understand how he got in.

I wrote his essay for him.

Did you?

No.

The winters are brood in Ithaca.
You'll be cold.

I'll buy a sweater.

You honestly believe

that James as of this world
can keep up with you?

Only in a classroom of
overachievers like this

can anyone possibly accusse
him of being innadecuate

you want me to skip college?

And stay in yakarta? Is that
what you're asking me to do?

There are some, outstanding
universities in this city.

Can you imagine, how good
we'd be for eachother?

Yes.

But you do know that can't happen.

Of course I know.

Do you know what
"apocalypse" actually means?

Tell me.

It's from the greek.

"Apokalypsis" meaning to uncover
what you couln't see before

way out of the dark.

You're sweet talk still needs work.

I'll get on that.

You're a very good teacher, Eric.