Пассажиры: Чертовски хорошая жизнь

There's something I have to show you. In command mode, it turns out the Autodoc has an option called Stabilize and Suspend. It stops all metabolic activity.

ðɛrz ˈsəmθɪŋ aɪ hæv tɪ ʃoʊ ju. ɪn kəˈmænd moʊd, ɪt tərnz aʊt ðə autodoc həz ən ˈɔpʃən kɔld ˈsteɪbəˌlaɪz ənd səˈspɛnd. ɪt stɑps ɔl ˌmɛtəˈbɑlɪk ækˈtɪvɪti.

What are you saying?

wət ər ju seɪɪŋ?

With Gus's ID, it can be like hibernation inside the Autodoc. You can go back to sleep.

wɪθ gus's ˈaɪˈdi, ɪt kən bi laɪk ˌhaɪbərˈneɪʃən ˌɪnˈsaɪd ðə autodoc. ju kən goʊ bæk tɪ slip.

But there's only one Autodoc.

bət ðɛrz ˈoʊnli wən autodoc.

Yeah. And you're gonna lay down in it and fall asleep. And you'll wake up on Homestead II. And you'll write your book. You'd finish your journey. You'd do what you set out to do.

jæ. ənd jʊr ˈgɑnə leɪ daʊn ɪn ɪt ənd fɔl əsˈlip. ənd jul weɪk əp ɔn ˈhoʊmˌstɛd ii. ənd jul raɪt jʊr bʊk. jʊd ˈfɪnɪʃ jʊr ˈʤərni. jʊd du wət ju sɛt aʊt tɪ du.

You'd be alone.

jʊd bi əˈloʊn.

I've been alone before. And I'll be fine.

aɪv bɪn əˈloʊn ˌbiˈfɔr. ənd aɪl bi faɪn.

But I would never see you again.

bət aɪ wʊd ˈnɛvər si ju əˈgɛn.

I'll come and visit you.

aɪl kəm ənd ˈvɪzɪt ju.

Tuesday is my day with Arthur.

ˈtuzˌdeɪ ɪz maɪ deɪ wɪθ ˈɑrθər.

Lovely as ever.

ˈləvli ɛz ˈɛvər.

Thank you, Arthur. You're looking very well yourself.

θæŋk ju, ˈɑrθər. jʊr ˈlʊkɪŋ ˈvɛri wɛl ˈjɔrsɛlf.

Thanks to you.

θæŋks tɪ ju.

What's that?

wəts ðət?

Something I've wanted to give you for a long time.

ˈsəmθɪŋ aɪv ˈwɔntɪd tɪ gɪv ju fər ə lɔŋ taɪm.

It's beautiful. Took you long enough to ask.

ɪts ˈbjutəfəl. tʊk ju lɔŋ ɪˈnəf tɪ æsk.

Champagne. I'll wait.

ʃæmˈpeɪn. aɪl weɪt.

Hell of a life.

hɛl əv ə laɪf.

Hell of a life.

hɛl əv ə laɪf.

Crew wake-up process initiated.

kru ˈweɪˌkəp ˈprɔˌsɛs ˌɪˈnɪʃiˌeɪtɪd.

My fellow passengers, if you're reading this, then the Starship Avalon has reached its destination.

maɪ ˈfɛloʊ ˈpæsənʤərz, ɪf jʊr ˈrɛdɪŋ ðɪs, ðɛn ðə ˈstɑrˌʃɪp ˈævəˌlɑn həz riʧt ɪts ˌdɛstɪˈneɪʃən.

Grand concourse.

grænd ˈkɑnˌkɔrs.

A lot happened while you slept. A friend once said, "You can't get so hung up on where you'd rather be that you forget to make the most of where you are."

ə lɔt ˈhæpənd waɪl ju slɛpt. ə frɛnd wəns sɛd, "ju kænt gɪt soʊ həŋ əp ɔn wɛr jʊd ˈrəðər bi ðət ju fərˈgɛt tɪ meɪk ðə moʊst əv wɛr ju ər."

We got lost along the way. But we found each other. And we made a life. A beautiful life. Together.

wi gɑt lɔst əˈlɔŋ ðə weɪ. bət wi faʊnd iʧ ˈəðər. ənd wi meɪd ə laɪf. ə ˈbjutəfəl laɪf. təˈgɛðər.