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(Transcribed by TurboScribe.ai. Go Unlimited to remove this message.) How did I survive that?

Oh, it was some damn fall.

Oh, shit.

My comms busted.

Oh, my thermals busted, too.

I should have got snapped in half and

died on the way down instead of slowly

turning into a meat popsicle.

Diva!

Diva!

Diva!

I'm down here!

Diva!

Mickey?

Diva!

Diva, I'm down here!

Mickey!

Whoa!

You haven't died yet?

No!

Hold on.

Oh, shit.

Your flamethrower's still good.

Not a single scratch.

It's a good thing I thought to come

down here.

Weapons will be happy to see this.

Yeah, I'm gonna turn this in, okay?

I can take it.

You're not mad, right?

That I'm just taking this?

I mean, it's not looking very good for

you.

Right?

Also, Ryan only goes this far.

Yeah, I know.

Tomorrow, we're cool.

You shouldn't have to take the risk.

Yeah, that's what I'm saying.

Plus, they're gonna reprint you back out tomorrow

anyway.

Yeah.

Hey, Mickey.

Yeah?

What's it feel like to die?

I'm sure you're used to it by now.

Still.

Oh.

How many times is this?

You're Mickey...

16?

17.

Jerk.

18 after this one.

Well, it's nice knowing you.

Have a nice death.

See you tomorrow.

Oh, great.

Why not?

Huh.

Well, that's a pretty big one.

Hopefully, I'll just get swallowed in one go.

It's gotta be better than slowly freezing to

death.

I guess.

I guess.

Or maybe not.

They just printed me out again every time

I died.

All my data is saved, and I just

get a whole new body.

They do all this kind of regular uploads

of memories and my personality traits and re

-implant it back in my brain.

That's some crazy technology, man.

Let's just say it's advanced.

It's very advanced.

Come on.

Just hold on a second.

Just like, you know, relax, breathe.

Breathe.

The whole body training and memory transplanting thing,

to be honest, it was so ridiculously ahead

of its time that it caused so many,

like, ethical fights and religious blah, blah, blah,

that it was actually banned on Earth, and

they only allow it now in outer space

for expandables like me.

So from the second we left the atmosphere,

they made me work my ass off all

the way to this planet, giving me one

mission after another.

Uh, tech, what's going on?

The extra cable's here already.

Um, the thing is, Mickey, hey, medical, you

want to tell them?

Tell me what?

Hi, Mickey, how you doing?

Um, are you experiencing any vertigo, nausea, or

dizziness?

Uh, I guess I am feeling a little

dizzy.

It's only gonna get worse from here, Mickey,

with a nice fever, too.

Truth is, you're exposed to unthinkable levels of

radiation right now, which is why we sent

you out in the first place.

Okay.

If you could give us a full description

of your symptoms.

So, a couple things I want to go

through on our cosmic radiation checklist.

First, how long until your skin starts to

burn?

Then, how long until you go blind?

And of course, how long until you die?

That's the real nut we're after.

There was this one time in my fourth

grade science class, I messed with a lab

frog.

I just figured this all must be my

punishment.

Mickey, take off your glove so I can

see what's happening under your space suit.

Oh!

Oh!

Wow!

Did you see that?

Good morning.

Hi.

Keep yourself hydrated, Mickey.

You're starting to feel extremely harsh.

Our cardiothoracic dose was too high.

Who cares, Dorothy?

He's gonna be dead in ten minutes.

Just focus on getting all the blood samples.

He's gonna bleed through his eyes, nose, mouth,

ears, and rectum.

Make sure to collect separate samples from every

home.

Okay?

And keep the memory upload going at the

same time.

This Mickey special, you know that?

Is that right?

Out of all the Mickeys, you will have

the shortest lifespan.

I heard.

It's harmless.

Well, actually, good news.

It's more like 15.

Much better, isn't it?

I would have been filthy rich by now

with life insurance, except I'll have obviously expendables

or uninsurable.

There's no workers' comp, no unions, no pension

benefits.

Now, I wouldn't be surprised if you were

thinking at this point, well, then, why did

you do this to yourself?

Well, because I had a friend who told

me that one day macarons would sell better

than burgers.

And because I trusted this shitty friend, and

I got an enormous loan from a wonderful

gentleman to open a macaron store.

Oh, shit.

All right, all right.

Calm down.

I'm well aware that you have four weeks

left.

Just think of this as a little field

trip.

In case of what may unfold should you

fail to reimburse us in a timely manner.

Besides, you two have a lot of time

on your hands with your little macaron shop

gone under.

This is quite a show you got on

here for me.

Quite a show.

The message is clear.

I hear you.

I hear it loud and clear.

I'm late.

I'm late.

Money is late.

It's coming.

Two people behind.

Darius Blank.

A name I wish I'd never heard.

Mr. Blank isn't all that concerned with money.

He has plenty.

This building's just one of his many assets.

Watching his delinquent borrowers die, savoring the details

of death, that he truly enjoys.

The message is clear.

You can stop now.

We can stop.

You know, it's...

I hear you.

Two weeks is all it takes.

All it takes now.

And more...

More...

Who caught that gentleman four days ago at

Ulaanbaatar?

Mongolian?

Looks expensive.

Rest assured, anyone who misses the deadline, we

chase them to the ends of the Earth.

So we decided to get off of Earth.

Nothing was working out, and I got no

family relying on me.

So I applied to the colony expedition, but

there's like a million other people with the

same idea.

Seems like the whole of this rotten planet

was running away from something.

I guess everybody's got money problems.

But anyway, we had to get on this

ship because it was the last one of

the season.

Waves upon waves of people desperate to leave

Earth.

It's clear.

Anti-migrationists are talking to a brick wall

when they insist on fixing up the Earth

instead of risking lives by migrating to another

planet.

It feels like these passionate applicants are already

off in space.

More importantly, this is the expedition led by

former congressman Kenneth Marshall, who lost his last

two elections.

Is this failed politician now trying to establish

a kingdom beyond the stars?

Is it his fanatical supporters who want him

a generous sponsorship from a particular religious organization

and corporation?

So many questions left unanswered.

Let's go and talk to the crowd.

Excuse me, are you a Kenneth Marshall supporter?

I am.

I am, big time.

I am a full-on supporter.

I basically am the one and only.

Are you from Marshall's official channel?

So Marshall's watching this right now?

Oh my god.

You need to pick me, I swear.

Please, pick me.

You need people young and healthy during the

expedition.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have another loud dance

from today.

Access is now restricted to gate 3.

Please visit our stand for discounted goggles and

masks.

Additional 5% off with Marshall Pay, as

always.

The other expeditions wouldn't take me, but they're

wrong.

I promise I can fix toilets.

I make gingerbreads.

You've got to take me.

Give me a shot.

Expendable.

You're applying to be inexpendable?

Seriously?

You read through the whole application?

Uh, yeah.

I should've read through it.

I mean, I didn't have too much of

a choice.

I don't have any bona fide certifications.

I don't really have any skills whatsoever.

Then I find out Timo's already called dibs

on a position for himself as a flitter

pilot.

He only just got his learner's permit a

couple of weeks before.

No idea what he had to come up

with to pull that off, but you gotta

give it to him.

Excuse me.

Is there, like, some, uh, construction going on?

Sorry, what?

I don't hear, like, a chainsaw.

Uh, no.

I wanted to get the hell out of

there.

Somewhere where the sound couldn't follow me.

Far out into space.

You read through the paperwork?

Yes.

You read it, so you know, right, this

is gonna be a pretty extreme job.

But it's also gonna be fun.

I'll explain all the details.

I got so distracted by that smell.

Uh, the smell of this woman's hair.

It was like it brought back some faraway

memory or something.

That giant tank downstairs is called a cycler.

It takes organic waste produced in the spaceship.

Apple peels, chicken bones, rotten eggs, dead bodies,

human waste, you name it.

Then it combines, refines, and recycles them, and

sends a portion to this printer.

Raw materials for a human body.

Once you die, and the committee approves, it'll

print a new version of your body within

20 hours.

Take your clothes off.

Change into this.

I couldn't even hear anything she was saying.

It was like all my senses were focused

on my nose.

Like real deja vu, but for a smell.

We're going to do a full scan of

your bio data.

That means you'll be reprinted exactly as you

are right now.

Forever.

I'm gonna rock this.

Otherwise it'll be there every time.

Well, I'm glad she didn't know about the

one on my butt.

So after she does the body scan, she

uploaded my memories.

Call it a personality backup.

And I gotta do this once a week,

so I don't have any big gaps every

time they print me out.

In the past, you would have needed a

hard drive the size of a commercial refrigerator

to copy an adult brain.

Now this little brick.

Clever, right?

So I was injected with some special solution

and it brought back a flood of old

memories.

Too many memories.

We were heading home from the supermarket and

I asked to sit in the front seat.

I said, I'm big enough.

And that's when I saw the red button.

I pressed it and she crashed.

Put it to your head and pull the

trigger.

This is the final requirement to become an

expendable.

Prove to me you have faith in this

system.

From now on you need to get used

to dying.

This is your job.

And the

four and a half year journey is Mickey

one.

When you're stuck in a spaceship for that

long food is everything.

On that first day in the cafeteria I

think I might have started thinking, what have

I done?

A little.

The whole room was full of people eating

this crappy food and there's total silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

Until Kenneth Marshall and his wife Ilfa walk

in.

And a whole bunch of people just started

going nuts.

I was thinking, what the hell am I

doing here?

But that's when I saw her.

Nasha.

The first time I saw Nasha Barrett.

On day one of this long journey.

Keep that up folks.

That's two percent of the precious meal you're

eating right now.

As you know our number one priority is

to conserve food resources until our arrival at

Nipple Line so that we maximize our survival

rate.

So listen up.

Sexual intercourse for example.

Each session consume the whopping 100 calories.

At least, depending on the participants duration times

friction equals The point is, Kenneth is talking

to the committee about preventing all sexual activity

on the ship.

Are you sure this is the

right time to bring that up?

Oh honey, I'm sorry.

I was just trying to help you.

It's okay Ilfie.

Am I doing okay?

Should I go harder?

Yes, yes.

Go hard.

Alright.

Fellow pioneers.

Once we've arrived at Nipple Line and we've

secured our food production, we will launch the

greatest sex encouragement campaign in history.

Let's go!

You will spread your speed across the planet

First we slide then we glide then we

go up I can't see We have sex

alert So we started infesting

with love It's unfortunate

Come on, it's not happening Those

four years would have felt like 40 if

it weren't for Nasha She stayed with me

in the best of times and kept by

my side in the worst of times Not

everyone gets lucky enough to find a soulmate

like this None of this would have happened

if I'd never boarded this spaceship.

So all hail the great loan shark Darius

Blank Thanks Darius But it wasn't like I

was slacking I was super busy every day

taking care of Nasha She's an all-in

-one elite agent And it's not easy supporting

someone who's a soldier a police officer and

a firefighter But what she sees of me,

I got no idea I'm just grateful But

as soon as I step out the door

the ship was filled with mostly dickheads Hey,

Mickey, right?

Can we just ask What's it like to

die?

You know when you're reprinted How does that

feel?

Oh Come on, just tell us.

We really want to know Imagine spending years

elbow to elbow with these bozos It was

enough to push anyone over the edge Sometimes

even if Nasha, who is a model citizen,

would have to step in and remind us

that we were all one big happy family

There to help one another There to have

each other's backs A tight-knit, harmonious community

I'm a scientist, not a horizontal I'm so

awkward about this Hey, Mickey You must be

hungry Have some more Uh, thanks Hi Can

you change your shampoo?

Shampoo?

It's the only one shampoo in this entire

space.

Thank you It was a very long trip

in a beautiful community But, uh, Nasha was

obviously my one and only You know For

real And as for my one and only

job, I was proud of it I felt

like I was part of the team Mickey!

Mickey!

Ancestors It is long that we have come,

four years together in this ship, and that

we love you like our very own family

And here we are Right below us awaits

our very own planet of purity What the

fuck is wrong with him?

He's blowing away Maybe he has a flu

or something Like a virgin vanilla ice cream

Touched for the very first time I'm gonna

be really cold Whoever's gone down there first

comes free to death That's it Mickey, deep

breaths Fill your lungs Imagine there's an unknown

virus in the air and you're sucking in

every single microscopic particle floating around All the

viruses Fill every avioli So good

So good Brilliant There really was an unknown

virus in the air A lethal one A

lethal one He's

alive So fucking well I'm fine Thank you

Thank you Thanks to the lab rats Mickey

12, 13, 14 15 and 16 getting stabbed,

gassed, dumped and burned we got the vaccine

My great gift to mankind And so we

didn't need oxygen masks and we could see

our breath as much as we wanted Look

at that, Jennifer Ridiculous I can't believe we

still live in that thing I know, right?

Plant Bowl was ages ago, and we're still

eating the same crappy in-flight TV dinner.

Precisely why we ought to build residential complexes.

You know, grow crops as soon as possible.

Yeah, sure.

Spread the seed!

Infest the land!

Propagate the species!

Whoa, look at that color.

Yeah, it's beautiful.

Whoa!

He's such a klutz.

You should learn some breakfall moves.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Come on.

What's breakfall?

Look at Kai.

Textbook perfect breakfall.

Shut up.

What is it?

What's that?

What the hell was that?

I don't know, but there are more in

the hole.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Come on, Mickey, let's go.

Go, go, go.

Move, move.

Mickey, it's Marshall.

You fucking useless, low-level asshole.

You're inexpendable.

You're here to be expended.

And my name's Jennifer Jones, a precious photo

-female.

Danny, not you.

I haven't even tried this.

That's what I want to know.

Disgusting.

Really?

You don't like my sauce?

No, no, no, no, darling.

Those things, look at them.

What's going on?

They're delicious.