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[***]

[OPERA MUSIC PLAYING]

NORTON [OVER INTERCOM]:
Ladies and gentlemen,
you are now looking

at the iridescent glow
that is the Hermagon Ultra.

The dance of interstellar dust
within the supernova

is what makes this sight
so rare

and so popular among visitors
to the Hermagon Aurora.

Luckily for you folks
on Dream Weaver 9

the conditions today
are perfectly clear.

Ideal for a sighting
of this unique chemical miracle.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

COMPUTER:
Color selected.

[ALL GASPING]

NORTON:
At its finest,
ladies and gentlemen,

the Hermagon Aurora
is enough to make you

believe in God all over again.

[***]

NORTON:
Astral Dreams has been proud
to bring you

the excursion to the
Centaura B Star System today--

Dream Weaver 9 is now...

SYNTH ATTENDANT:
...Dream Weaver survey
in the Primotel foyer

so that we can make
your next journey with us

even more fulfilling.

[SYNTH WOMAN MOANING]

ANDREWS:
Rats in a sewer, my friends.

You're rats in a sewer.

Hi.
All right.

Here we go, then.

There's a health and safety,

engine report,
customer satisfaction survey.

Happy campers?

There was a complaint
about the sound quality

on Deck 3, again.

Are you ever
gonna fix that speaker?

Oh, uh...

A lot of dust out there today.
Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I used the vis-augment.

I don't think anybody
noticed it though.

Look at
the sorry state of man.

[SYNTH WOMAN CONTINUES MOANING]

What the fuck is that?

It's my happy time.

All right, then, Tonto.

Let's do this
and then we can head home.

[***]

[MECHANISMS WHIRRING]

So next week we have
two package tours

to the Ice Flows on Prigma 27.

I'll do those.

Bit keen, aren't we?

I like the Ice Flows.
They're pretty.

And we got
a pre-booked wedding party

heading to the Sybil Nebula.
Do they need a band?

Already booked it
from Primus 3.

I had the honor
of listening to the demo.

The musical taste of these
people defies fucking belief.

Put it on there.

I'd rather pour
hot oil down me ears.

You fancy a beer or three?
End of the week?

I got to get home.

Barbara's waiting for me.

Oh, is she now?

[SMACKS LIPS]

I'd invite you back,
but, you know.

I know.

Barbara's getting ready
for Primo Central.

Your transfer confirmed?

Not yet.

Linus Primo does love

to keep a man hanging on.

I am going to get it.

It's just a question
of process.

It better be.
That girl is dreaming

of the high life,
my friend.

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

On the door there is a sign
saying, "Closed".

I wonder what it means.

Do you wanna get the Loop
back to the condos?

Uh, I think I'll see this
to the end.

Just reached
an interesting plot point.

ANDREWS:
Can you read, asshole?
We're closed.

There's an IMT console
in the Primotel

for any online reservations.

There's also
a customer care number

right in front
of your fucking eyes.

Hmph.

I'll get it, I'll get it.

Hello there.

Oh, my.

[***]

I'm sorry, uh...

We're not open.

You'll have to come back
next week.

RB29:
Miss Gordon has lost
her hearing.

Excuse me?

Miss Gordon is deaf.

Uh, I see.

My name is Irma Gordon.

And I want you to take me
on a tour.

I understand, madam,
but we're now closed.

Can you tell her that
there are no tours

until next week?

I can give her
a physical handout

of our available destinations.

If she likes.

But if she's not proficient
on the network system

she'll have to come back
on Monday.

I want you to take me
on a tour to Earth.

Did you--?
Didn't you hear the man?

We're closed, sweetheart.
All right?

She's deaf.
Closed. Shut.

No happy holiday today.

She said she wants
to go to Earth.

Well, she's not deaf,
she's crazy.

RB29:
Miss Gordon has traveled
a long way

from her home on Riga 2.

[MECHANISMS WHIR]

She wishes to charter a ship
to take her to Earth.

ANDREWS:
Listen, my cranky little pal,

we can't take
Miss Gordon to Earth

because Earth no longer exists.

We don't take passengers
to nonexistent destinations.

Strict company policy.

RB29:
Miss Gordon is 342 years old.

She flew the craft personally
to get here from Riga 2.

ANDREWS:
Then she can stay
in the Primotel

and fly back home tomorrow.

I'll tell you what. Lady?

Because it's the end of the week
and I like your face,

I'm gonna give you an
Astral Dreams promotional coupon

entitling you
to a free cocktail

on the house when you book
your Primotel room.

Any cocktail of your choice,
except the Primobellini

where there is
a two bit surcharge.

You can't say fairer than that.

She has two kilo positive
to pay you.

[***]

Excuse me?

RB29:
She is willing to pay
Astral Dreams

two kilo positive to take her.

If you're wondering about
method of transaction,

Miss Gordon does not have
a cyber account.

So she would have
to pay you in cash.

[***]

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

ANDREWS:
This is Andrews at Primo 241.

I need an urgent
data-feed on Earth,

a planet in the solar system
2483B65, now extinct.

Also need a match-up on current
Astral Dreams tour destinations.

Closest approximation
to size, color,

tech and chem specifications.

COMPUTER:
We have six matches
to your request.

Okay, give them to me.

Too far.

Way too far.

Too big.

Do you wanna tell me
what you're doing?

Jesus, that's pink.
Earth was not pink.

Okay, this is more like it.

"Emphor 3. Three days
hyper-flight. One moon.

"Third planet in nine
in a solar system dominated

by one major sun. Blue color."

Perfect match, my friend.

That's not blue, it's gray.

It's blue-y gray.

It's a dead rock.
Doesn't even have any oxygen.

She doesn't want to breathe it,
she wants to see it.

I'm not doing it.
Look.

She wants Earth,
we give her Earth.

It takes us a week.

We cancel all tours,

we submit a TC32
to maintenance central

tell them the Dream Weaver 9
is damaged.

It isn't damaged.
Then I'll damage it.

I'll jerry the engine
on our return.

The crone's happy, she goes back
to her weird little outpost

in God-knows-fucking-where,
we keep her visit off the books.

No paperwork, nothing.

And you and I
are one kilo positive richer.

It's five years' salary, Brian.

Imagine what we could do
with that.

You do what you want,

but I'm not gonna blow my chance
at Primo Central

doing this crazy shit.

You have to.

It's a two-man craft, minimum.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

It's Barbara.

Ugh...

Leave it to me, I can--

Don't say a fucking word.

Hey, babe.

Where are you?

I'm still at work.
Something came up. I'm sorry.

That's okay.

Are you on your own?

Yeah. Yep. I am.

I'm just about
to walk out the door.

Have you heard anything?

About?
What do you think?

About the transfer.

Can we talk about this
when I get home?

I think you should
check your vid mail, Brian.

Okay.

Hey there.

This is Linus Primo.

I wanted to take
the opportunity

to message you personally

to say that,
unfortunately, this time

you did not succeed
in your application

to transfer to Head Office
here at Primo Central.

I know this must come
as a disappointment to you

as this is your--
BARBARA: Fifth.

--Application.

You see,
I was under the impression

we'd be here for two years.

It's been four years.

And something tells me
it's going to be six.

And still I do my hair
three times a day

and still I go
to the Primotel bar

and I sit alone.

I'm gonna deal with it.

You don't get it, do you?

You don't mean
anything to them.

So how can you
possibly deal with it?

[***]

[***]

ANDREWS [OVER INTERCOM]:
Okay, folks, we're just passing
Omega 5

well known
for its high luminosity,

which you would normally see
out of your window.

Sadly we've a lot
of dust cloud today

and I'm not sure you'll be lucky
in that regard.

And then we'll be traveling past
Alpha Centauri

until we reach
solar system 2483B65.

Home of Planet Earth.

Your Castor Fireball,
Miss Gordon.

Thank you.
Double the vodka as requested.

Can I get you anything, sir?
Mm.

My grandmother

was 279 years old
when she died.

A spring chicken
compared to me,

but at the time
it was an achievement.

I remember her

sitting on our porch on Riga 2.

She had me on her knee

and she told me
about her life on Earth

as a child.

Her father had a cabin
in the forest.

A place called Carolina.

The cabin was made of a wood
called oak, I believe.

He was a logger.

He was a real woodsman.
Had some opinions

that wouldn't go down
very well today.

[LAUGHS]

IRMA [ON SCREEN]:
My grandmother's name
was Laura Cade.

She married my grandfather,

Bill Gordon. Hence my name,
Irma Louise Gordon,

She told me
that there was a place

about five miles
from the cabin,

called Elk River Falls.

It was a beautiful
waterfall cascading

into a natural pool of water

so clear you could see
the bottom.

Ha. Well,
I don't really know

if I should
tell you this, but...

on summer days

she and Bill
would head over to the Falls

and they would swim naked.

Not a stitch on them.

She told me

that was the best feeling
she'd ever had.

And I always
remember thinking

"I would love
to see that place.

To swim
in that clear water."

Elk River Falls.

Carolina.

That's where
I want you to take me.

You should tell her
that we can't

necessarily locate
specific destinations.

IRMA:
Of course,
you're going to tell me

that things have changed.

That Earth back then
is not Earth today,

or some such thing, but...

[SIGHS]

If my life has taught me
anything, Mr. Norton

it is that some places
want to change.

And some places
don't want to change.

And I think I know
which one Elk River is.

[***]

Do you?

Does the Dream Weaver
always fly

with such a small crew?

Well, there'd
normally be four,

including hospitality
and security.

But because
of the late booking,

we couldn't reach
the right people.

[WHIRS]

And Mr. Andrews?

Does he normally fly
with the crafts?

Sometimes.

When there are VIP's
like yourselves on board.

Why was there no paperwork
completed before we left?

Well, we'll do that
when we get back.

We didn't wanna burden her
with any formalities.

[WHIRS]

You took her money.
Yes.

As a deposit.

Mr. Andrews
took all of her money.

Look, we're here, aren't we?

This is what she wanted.

[WHIRS]

Miss Gordon is old.

She trusts people.

She is very old.
Yeah, she is.

Miss Gordon has
a heart condition.

She will die
in the next two months.

I'm very sorry
to hear that.

This will be
her very last trip.

[***]

Excuse me.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

[KNOCKS LOUDLY]

Sorry.
I knocked on the door.

I don't think
you heard me. Um...

Your complimentary
hot beverage, ma'am.

Thank you, young man.
Just leave it on the table.

Goodnight.
Stay a while.

I should really be going.

I'm sure Mr. Andrews
is more than capable

of flying this craft
by himself.

I suppose he is.

I don't often use this.

As it can be more
of a barrier than an aid,

but just for today.

Now, just speak normally.

Don't mumble.

Tell me about yourself.

[SCOFFS]

Oh, there's not
much to tell.

[***]

I was born on Primo 76.

It's
a nice place.

My father was an administrator
for Primobility

the parent transport
company.

When I graduated,

I just fell
into leisure and tourism.

Do you like it?

Yeah.

It's a good career path.

We'd like to eventually
end up at Primo Central.

So...

We?

I have a girlfriend.

Barbara.

Mm, I bet she's pretty.

She is.

We've been together
five years.

And why haven't you
married her?

I plan to.

When the time is right.

Do you love her?

Who, Barbara?

Of course.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

It kind of feels
like I'm on the record.

[LAUGHS]
Like I've ended up
in court somehow.

[IRMA CHUCKLES]

Are you afraid to testify
to your love, Mr. Norton?

No, not at all.

That would suggest
you are not certain

in your choice.

I love Barbara.

We just...

[SOFTLY]
We just what?

Don't always
want the same thing.

That's all.

She wants Primo Central,
doesn't she?

Yeah.

And you?

What do you want,
Mr. Norton?

[***]

I should go.

Good night, young man.

[SIGHS]

[***]

[POWERING UP, WHIRRING]

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

[MUTTERING]

* You got to pick a pocket
Or two *

[SIGHS]

I'll show you
who's numero fucking Primo

[CHAIR WHIRRING]

[***]

[WHIRRING]

[BEEPING]

[COMPUTER CHIMING]

[***]

ANDREWS [OVER INTERCOM]:
All right, folks, watch through
the window straight ahead.

You'll be in
for a nice surprise.

Is that it?

Yes.

Solar system 2483B65.

I can tell.

I can feel it in my body.

ANDREWS: The old girl happy?
Yeah.

ANDREWS:
We're making her dreams
come true, man.

Quick spin around it,
and then we can head home.

[SNIFFS]

What are you gonna do
with the money?

Just the question
I was asking myself.

[CLICKS TONGUE]
Um...

Take a tour, maybe.

Figure I deserve to be
a passenger for a while.

And give up the job

retire some place small.

Who knows?

I might go live
next door to the old lady.

Why? What about you?

I don't know.
I do.

Nice condo in Primo Central
for Barbara Norton.

Ring on the finger.

Dinner parties
with the smart set.

It's what you want,
isn't it?

Good on you, Norton.
You deserve it.

I mean, me, I'm trash.

I got no illusions.

You?

You got class.

I think we should tell her.

You are kidding?

Emphor's just gas and rock.

There isn't anything
for her to see.

So?

We're ripping off
an old lady

so you can go on holiday,
and so I can move somewhere

I don't actually wanna go.

We're not
ripping anyone off.

We're weaving dreams.

We're artists, me and you.

Con artists.

What other type is there?

We change mildly blue light
from meteor showers

into chromatic heaven.

We turn up the volume
in tiny particle collisions

and make them blast
like stars exploding.

Is it worth it?

What are you talking about?

Selling people these packages
of pre-digested happiness.

I mean, there's gotta be
more than this.

Hasn't there?

[CONSOLE BEEPING]

I'll go.

[CONSOLE BEEPS]

Norton.

You don't say
a fucking word to her.

Do you hear me?

IRMA [MUFFLED]:
Hook and eyes are
very rare these days.

I mean, what is the point--

Oh, there you are,
Mr. Norton.

I've been having
a terrible trouble

with this robe.

Hooks and eyes
are so rare today and...

RB29 hasn't a clue
how to dress a woman.

You're probably wondering
what this dress is,

and where I got it from.

It's my grandmother's.

From Carolina.

A hand-me-down to my mother

and a hand-me-down
from my mother to me.

I somehow kept
the moths of Riga 2

from devouring it.

Nothing very special.

But for this occasion...

Would you?

[***]

My grandfather would do this
for my grandmother.

My mother
remembered it vividly.

Of course, Bill Gordon
was quite the pioneer.

He's the one that wanted

to leave Earth for Riga 2.

Back then,
everyone was interested in...

adventure.
The unknown.

Some people thought
that they might even reach God.

You think you could reach God,
Mr. Norton?

Maybe when I was
a kid I did.

In fact, I used to dream

of breaking into
whole new universes.

There were still corners
we hadn't been to back then.

But now it's all charted.

There's no mystery anymore.

Oh, but there is.

People say
we know everything.

Everything is explained.

Down to the molecules,
the atoms,

the quadrons and minimons.

Every dot accounted for.

But, here--

Here there will always
be mystery.

ANDREWS [OVER COMM]:
Folks, we are entering
the Earth's solar system.

We will shortly be able
to orbit the Earth

before completing
our homeward journey.

What did he say?

We're nearly there.

[WHIRS]
Nearly where, Mr. Norton?

Earth.

Where else?

RB29, you can go on.

I have a personal question

I want to ask Mr. Norton.

[WHIRRING]

I'm nervous.

Suddenly.

It's not like me.

How do I look?

Beautiful.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, thank you.

You don't know what I said.

Oh, but I do.

I hear some people
better than others.

[***]

You are a gentleman,
Mr. Norton.

I want
to show you something.

This is my grandmother.

Back in the day.

And she's
with my grandfather.

Bill Gordon.

IRMA:
That's why when you opened
the door in the office

I knew everything
would be all right.

I dreamt you, Mr. Norton.

Deep in my heart.

And I think
maybe you dreamt me too.

[***]

[KEYBOARD CLACKS]

[SIGHS]

Come on.

[SIGHS]

Brian, do you know
what time it is?

Yeah. Uh

Listen, I need to talk to you
about something.

Why, is there something wrong
with the ship?

No. No.

Okay. Well, then
I don't really understand

why this just can't wait
until tomorrow.

I don't wanna live
on Primo Central.

What do you mean?

I mean I don't
wanna live there.

I never have.

I only ever wanted it
for you.

Look, it's the middle
of the night,

I don't wanna
talk about this now.

I need to know
if you want me

or if it's just that life
that you're dreaming of.

I am not having
this conversation right now.

Do you ever
dream about me, Barbara?

You don't, do you?

That's okay.

I don't dream about you,
either.

Not anymore.

What are you trying to say?

I don't know.

Have you met someone else?

Brian, you listen to me.

I want you
to turn the ship round

and get the hell back here.

Right now, do you hear me?

[STATIC]
Right now.

What happened?
The connection went.

It's fine.

I've gotta go.

No, talk to me.

What is happening up there?

It doesn't matter, Barbara.
No, Brian--

Brian--

[WHIRS]

All right, take your time
why don't you?

[OVER COMM]
We're just
passing Mars, folks.

What's with the dress?
We having a hoedown?

There you go, Miss Gordon.

The God of War himself.

No, no, no.
This is wrong.

[HUFFS]
Can't you see?

What are you
playing at, man?

Mars is red.
Everyone knows that.

I don't think so.

Your memory
must be confused.

I may be deaf, sir,

but my mind
is as sharp as a razor.

And Mars is red.

[SIGHS]
Mr. Norton,
will you please tell that man

to stop fooling me around.

ANDREWS [OVER COMM]:
You don't say a fucking
word to her.

Mr. Norton?

[***]

Say something.

RB29:
Miss Gordon?

[WHIRS]

There's something
you should know.

Sixty years ago there was
an electromagnetic event

in Earth's solar system
causing major radioactive damage

to Saturn, Mars and Venus.

Saturn lost its rings.

Mars turned from red

to the pale green
of phosphorous.

Venus became yellow
and gained one ring.

Are you sure?

[WHIRS]

IRMA:
Mr. Norton, is this true?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

I'm sorry that we
didn't tell you earlier,

but we...
didn't know how you'd react.

[***]

Oh.

Venus.

With one ring.
Oh, how beautiful it is. Look.

One more thing, Miss Gordon.

The radioactive event
changed Earth also.

It's still blue

but it's not
the blue of life.

I understand.

You're preparing me
for a shock.

But as long as it's Earth

I know I'll feel it.

Its present state
may be different,

but its history
is undeniable.

Oh.

Take me closer.

Norton, we can't
get too close.

Hold my hand.

Look at it.

There's an unknown here.

Can't you feel it?

Where's Carolina?

The rest of the Earth
may be gray,

but Carolina's
green and blue.

And the blue
is rich and clear.

Not this mud-blue of rock

but the limpid blue
of a mountain stream.

[SOFTLY]
I don't know
if we're gonna see that.

Oh, yes we are.

Close your eyes, Mr. Norton.

Close your eyes with me.

[***]

[CONSOLE BEEPS]

COMPUTER:
Color selected.

[WHIRS]

[SIGHS]

Oh, take me down.

I have to touch it.

Please, let me be on Earth
for one sweet moment.

No way.
We orbit the thing, then we go.

[GASPS]
What-- What is he saying?

Mr. Andrews said
we can land the craft.

We're gonna land on Earth.

We're gonna land
in Carolina.

Oh, Bill.

[WIND RUSHING PAST]

[ROCKS PATTER]

This is not safe.

I can't see a fucking thing.

Just keep it steady.

You know, we're gonna kill her
before she lands.

[CONSOLE BEEPS]

Okay, set.

COMPUTER:
Danger.

[GRUNTS]

[ENGINES REV]

[COMPUTER CHIRPING]

Get ready, Miss Gordon.

[SILENCE]

[EXPLOSION]

[***]

[NORTON PANTING]

Irma?

Irma?

[GRUNTS]

[DOOR BEEPS]

Irma? Irma?

Hey, are you okay?

Irma.

Hey, are you okay?

Well, aren't
you the gentleman?

[***]

What happened to the color?

Where has the color gone?

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

[OVER INTERCOM]
We bust the vision mixer.

RB29!

RB29:
We have landed
in the wrong area.

We need to take off
and land again.

No way.
This is as far as I go.

But we need to see
Carolina.

Miss Gordon wishes
to swim at Elk River.

No fucking way.

No one talked about swimming.

This is a strictly
spectator-based

tourist experience.

If she wanted
the immersive element,

then she should've gone
with Primo-Feel.

They've got oxygen tanks,
suits, the whole thing.

They walk, they swim,
they get all cuddly and cozy.

We don't.

Look but don't touch.

This is not where
Miss Gordon wants to go.

This is the only Earth
she's gonna get.

And if you wanna
get back home safe,

I suggest
you play ball with me.

You have one hour.

Then we leave.

Why is Mr. Andrews so angry?

He's just tired.

Is this it, then?

No.

No, it isn't.

[***]

Mr. Andrews said
there weren't any suits.

Mr. Andrews
doesn't know everything.

Do you know
what you're doing?

Yes.

I do.

Your Astral Dreams
viewing suit, madam.

You'll have to hitch
that dress.

And who's the other one for?

Who do you think?

Then I have one request,
Mr. Norton.

[***]

I have a hunch
it'll fit you perfectly.

[WIND RUMBLING OUTSIDE]

[THUNDER CRACKLING]

How is she?

RB29:
Miss Gordon is resting.

She's disappointed now
but that will pass.

Yeah, whatever.

You know the truth, right?

The truth?

None of us know that,
Mr. Andrews.

This planet isn't Earth for me.
But for Miss Gordon--

This planet isn't fucking Earth
for anyone.

It's toxic, sterile.

It makes me sick
just sitting on it.

I got a headache
the size of Primo Central.

[SIGHS]

[THUNDER CRACKLING]

ANDREWS:
Oh, my eyes.

[GRUNTING]

[WHIRS]

There's something wrong
with the temperature controls.

It's baking in here.

[PANTING]

Norton,
where the hell are you?

[THUNDER CONTINUES CRACKLING]

NORTON:
Reporting status.

We're moving.

Visibility is low.

Progress is slow but steady.

Oh, Jesus, no.

Norton.

Those suits
only have auxiliary tanks.

Miss Gordon,
this isn't Earth.

Repeat,
this isn't Earth.

She can't hear you.

Get them back.
They're gonna die, you bastard.

RB29:
You lied to her.
You stole her money.

Who's the bastard?

[YELLS]
Get them back right now!

[BIRDS CHIRPING DISTANTLY]

Do you hear that?

Norton. Can you hear me?

Get back here. You only have
30 percent oxygen levels.

You need to get back in
right now.

Repeat, can you hear me?

NORTON [OVER COMMS]:
We found a forest, Ed.

Okay.

Just turn around, mate.

Get back here.

[WATER FLOWING]

Listen.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

I'm warning you, Norton,
I'm leaving.

Can you hear it?

Norton!

[BEEPING RAPIDLY]

I'm taking your money,
you asshole.

Two kilo for me, and then
I'm fucking out of here.

ANDREWS [OVER COMMS]:
Norton!

[COMPUTER BEEPS RAPIDLY]

[WHIRS]

[YELLS]
What?

[***]

[BIRDS CHIRPING DISTANTLY]

Irma.

[WATER RUSHING]

Come.

[***]

Bill Gordon, come on in.

I knew we'd make it.

[***]