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Aurora.

ərˈɔrə.

Searching passenger profiles.

ˈsərʧɪŋ ˈpæsənʤər ˈproʊˌfaɪlz.

I'm Aurora Lane. Passenger 1456. I'm a writer. I think we tell each other stories to know we're not alone, to make contact.

əm ərˈɔrə leɪn. ˈpæsənʤər 1456 əm ə ˈraɪtər. aɪ θɪŋk wi tɛl iʧ ˈəðər ˈstɔriz tɪ noʊ wɪr nɑt əˈloʊn, tɪ meɪk ˈkɑnˌtækt.

Your father was Oliver Lane, a Pulitzer Prize-winning author.

jʊr ˈfɑðər wɑz ˈɑlɪvər leɪn, ə ˈpʊlətsər prize-winning ˈɔθər.

No pressure, right? My dad used to say, "If you live an ordinary life, all you'll have are ordinary stories. You have to live

noʊ ˈprɛʃər, raɪt? maɪ dæd juzd tɪ seɪ, "ɪf ju lɪv ən ˈɔrdəˌnɛri laɪf, ɔl jul hæv ər ˈɔrdəˌnɛri ˈstɔriz. ju hæv tɪ lɪv

a life of adventure." So, here I am.

ə laɪf əv ədˈvɛnʧər." soʊ, hir aɪ æm.

Good morning.

gʊd ˈmɔrnɪŋ.

We're starting over in every way. I'll have to figure out where to live, how to live, who my friends will be. It's like the first

wɪr ˈstɑrtɪŋ ˈoʊvər ɪn ˈɛvəri weɪ. aɪl hæv tɪ ˈfɪgjər aʊt wɛr tɪ lɪv, haʊ tɪ lɪv, hu maɪ frɛndz wɪl bi. ɪts laɪk ðə fərst

day of school. If the school bus took 120 years to get there. We're creating a culture...

deɪ əv skul. ɪf ðə skul bəs tʊk 120 jɪrz tɪ gɪt ðɛr. wɪr kriˈeɪtɪŋ ə ˈkəlʧər...

You are funny.

ju ər ˈfəni.

Do you ever read something and feel like it's written just for you?

du ju ˈɛvər rɛd ˈsəmθɪŋ ənd fil laɪk ɪts ˈrɪtən ʤɪst fər ju?

I don't do a lot of reading.

aɪ doʊnt du ə lɔt əv ˈrɛdɪŋ.

She's good.

ʃiz gʊd.

Who's that?

huz ðət?

Aurora.

ərˈɔrə.

Ah... the sleeping girl.

ɑ... ðə sˈlipɪŋ gərl.

You know, I'm not saying the universe is evil, but it sure has a nasty sense of humor.

ju noʊ, əm nɑt seɪɪŋ ðə ˈjunəˌvərs ɪz ˈivəl, bət ɪt ʃʊr həz ə ˈnæsti sɛns əv ˈhjumər.

How is that?

haʊ ɪz ðət?

You get to fly to another planet, but you'll die along the way. And you find the perfect woman right in front of you. Yet she's

ju gɪt tɪ flaɪ tɪ əˈnəðər ˈplænət, bət jul daɪ əˈlɔŋ ðə weɪ. ənd ju faɪnd ðə ˈpərˌfɪkt ˈwʊmən raɪt ɪn frənt əv ju. jɛt ʃiz

completely out of reach.

kəmˈplitli aʊt əv riʧ.

Yeah, I'll miss New York City. Give me a cup of coffee and a view of the Chrysler Building, and I can write all day. They do have

jæ, aɪl mɪs nu jɔrk ˈsɪti. gɪv mi ə kəp əv ˈkɔfi ənd ə vju əv ðə ˈkraɪslər ˈbɪldɪŋ, ənd aɪ kən raɪt ɔl deɪ. ðeɪ du hæv

coffee on Homestead II, right? They better have coffee. If they don't, I have to turn around and come back to Earth.

ˈkɔfi ɔn ˈhoʊmˌstɛd ii, raɪt? ðeɪ ˈbɛtər hæv ˈkɔfi. ɪf ðeɪ doʊnt, aɪ hæv tɪ tərn əraʊnd ənd kəm bæk tɪ ərθ.

Is there anything you regret leaving behind?

ɪz ðɛr ˈɛniˌθɪŋ ju rɪˈgrɛt ˈlivɪŋ bɪˈhaɪnd?

Yeah, I'll miss the trees in Central Park turning in the fall.

jæ, aɪl mɪs ðə triz ɪn ˈsɛntrəl pɑrk ˈtərnɪŋ ɪn ðə fɔl.

Say you were trapped on a desert island, and you had the power to wish somebody there with you. You wouldn't be alone anymore. But

seɪ ju wər træpt ɔn ə ˈdɛzərt ˈaɪlənd, ənd ju hæd ðə paʊər tɪ wɪʃ ˈsəmˌbɑdi ðɛr wɪθ ju. ju ˈwʊdənt bi əˈloʊn ˌɛniˈmɔr. bət

you'd be stranding the person on the island. How do... Would you make that wish?

jʊd bi ˈstrændɪŋ ðə ˈpərsən ɔn ðə ˈaɪlənd. haʊ du... wʊd ju meɪk ðət wɪʃ?

I don't know. I've never been on an island.

aɪ doʊnt noʊ. aɪv ˈnɛvər bɪn ɔn ən ˈaɪlənd.

Okay, well, yeah. Forget the island. Let's say you figured out how to do something that would make your life a million times better,

ˌoʊˈkeɪ, wɛl, jæ. fərˈgɛt ðə ˈaɪlənd. lɛts seɪ ju ˈfɪgjərd aʊt haʊ tɪ du ˈsəmθɪŋ ðət wʊd meɪk jʊr laɪf ə ˈmɪljən taɪmz ˈbɛtər,

but you knew it was wrong and there's no taking it back. How do you do the math?

bət ju nu ɪt wɑz rɔŋ ənd ðɛrz noʊ ˈteɪkɪŋ ɪt bæk. haʊ du ju du ðə mæθ?

Jim, these are not robot questions.

ʤɪm, ðiz ər nɑt ˈroʊˌbət kˈwɛsʧənz.

I know how to wake Aurora up.

aɪ noʊ haʊ tɪ weɪk ərˈɔrə əp.

Oh. Well, that seems like a fine idea. You could use some company.

oʊ. wɛl, ðət simz laɪk ə faɪn aɪˈdiə. ju kʊd juz səm ˈkəmpəˌni.

I'd be stranding her on this ship for the rest of her life.

aɪd bi ˈstrændɪŋ hər ɔn ðɪs ʃɪp fər ðə rɛst əv hər laɪf.

Oh. Well, you can't do that.

oʊ. wɛl, ju kænt du ðət.

What am I going to do?

wət æm aɪ goʊɪŋ tɪ du?

I'm here for you.

əm hir fər ju.

Arthur, you're a machine. See? You can't feel that. You don't have feelings. See? That doesn't hurt. And you don't even mind because you're not a person.

ˈɑrθər, jʊr ə məˈʃin. si? ju kænt fil ðət. ju doʊnt hæv ˈfilɪŋz. si? ðət ˈdəzənt hərt. ənd ju doʊnt ˈivɪn maɪnd bɪˈkəz jʊr nɑt ə ˈpərsən.

Don't even think about it.

doʊnt ˈivɪn θɪŋk əˈbaʊt ɪt.

No more Aurora talk. I'm over it. I'm moving on.

noʊ mɔr ərˈɔrə tɔk. əm ˈoʊvər ɪt. əm ˈmuvɪŋ ɔn.

Don't even think about it!

doʊnt ˈivɪn θɪŋk əˈbaʊt ɪt!

You can't do it.

ju kænt du ɪt.

I'm shaving off my beard.

əm ˈʃeɪvɪŋ ɔf maɪ bɪrd.

Please don't do it.

pliz doʊnt du ɪt.