Пассажиры: Аврора и Джим

How can there be no way to put someone back into hibernation? What if a pod breaks down?

haʊ kən ðɛr bi noʊ weɪ tɪ pʊt ˈsəmˌwən bæk ˈɪntu ˌhaɪbərˈneɪʃən? wət ɪf ə pɑd breɪks daʊn?

No hibernation pod has malfunctioned in thousands of interstellar flights.

noʊ ˌhaɪbərˈneɪʃən pɑd həz mælˈfəŋkʃənd ɪn ˈθaʊzənz əv ˌɪntərˈstɛlər flaɪts.

Well, I'm awake.

wɛl, əm əˈweɪk.

Hibernation pods are fail-safe.

ˌhaɪbərˈneɪʃən pɑdz ər ˈfeɪlˌseɪf.

Good morning. Have you eaten?

gʊd ˈmɔrnɪŋ. hæv ju ˈitən?

No. I'm starving. And this is the dumbest machine.

noʊ. əm ˈstɑrvɪŋ. ənd ðɪs ɪz ðə ˈdəməst məˈʃin.

Happy to help.

ˈhæpi tɪ hɛlp.

Gold-class breakfast.

gold-class ˈbrɛkfəst.

Well, you're a man of simple tastes.

wɛl, jʊr ə mæn əv ˈsɪmpəl teɪsts.

I'm not a gold-class passenger. French breakfast puffs above my pay grade.

əm nɑt ə gold-class ˈpæsənʤər. frɛnʧ ˈbrɛkfəst pəfs əˈbəv maɪ peɪ greɪd.

What? This whole time?

wət? ðɪs hoʊl taɪm?

Yeah.

jæ.

What can I get you?

wət kən aɪ gɪt ju?

No. No, I'm fine.

noʊ. noʊ, əm faɪn.

Stop it.

stɑp ɪt.

Really. Okay.

ˈrɪli. ˌoʊˈkeɪ.

Here you go.

hir ju goʊ.

So, I was thinking, maybe there's another way to go to sleep. What about the infirmary?

soʊ, aɪ wɑz ˈθɪŋkɪŋ, ˈmeɪbi ðɛrz əˈnəðər weɪ tɪ goʊ tɪ slip. wət əˈbaʊt ðə ɪnˈfərməri?

I checked it out. It's just scanners and an Autodoc.

aɪ ʧɛkt ɪt aʊt. ɪts ʤɪst ˈskænərz ənd ən autodoc.

There could be another hibernation machine in the cargo hold.

ðɛr kʊd bi əˈnəðər ˌhaɪbərˈneɪʃən məˈʃin ɪn ðə ˈkɑrˌgoʊ hoʊld.

I had that thought, too. And then I read the manifest. It's mostly farming stuff, machines and trade goods. Replacement

aɪ hæd ðət θɔt, tu. ənd ðɛn aɪ rɛd ðə ˈmænəˌfɛst. ɪts ˈmoʊstli ˈfɑrmɪŋ stəf, məˈʃinz ənd treɪd gʊdz. rɪˈpleɪsmənt

parts for computers and engineering. We're not going to find a hibernation facility in a box.

pɑrts fər kəmˈpjutərz ənd ˈɛnʤəˈnɪrɪŋ. wɪr nɑt goʊɪŋ tɪ faɪnd ə ˌhaɪbərˈneɪʃən fəˈsɪlɪti ɪn ə bɑks.

We could build our own.

wi kʊd bɪld ɑr oʊn.

We can't.

wi kænt.

Jim, you're not even trying.

ʤɪm, jʊr nɑt ˈivɪn traɪɪŋ.

I have tried everything. For over a year, I tried everything.

aɪ hæv traɪd ˈɛvriˌθɪŋ. fər ˈoʊvər ə jɪr, aɪ traɪd ˈɛvriˌθɪŋ.

Well, I'm not ready to give up.

wɛl, əm nɑt ˈrɛdi tɪ gɪv əp.

Why did you do it?

waɪ dɪd ju du ɪt?

Do what?

du wət?

Emigrate. Leave Earth. I'm interviewing you.

ˈɛməˌgreɪt. liv ərθ. əm ˈɪntərvˌjuɪŋ ju.

You're what?

jʊr wət?

You were the first hibernation failure in the history of space travel. That makes you a story.

ju wər ðə fərst ˌhaɪbərˈneɪʃən ˈfeɪljər ɪn ðə ˈhɪstəri əv speɪs ˈtrævəl. ðət meɪks ju ə ˈstɔri.

Who are you going to tell?

hu ər ju goʊɪŋ tɪ tɛl?

Posterity. So, why did you give up your life on Earth? 120-year space hibernation means you'll never see your family

pɑˈstɛrəti. soʊ, waɪ dɪd ju gɪv əp jʊr laɪf ɔn ərθ? 120-year speɪs ˌhaɪbərˈneɪʃən minz jul ˈnɛvər si jʊr ˈfæməli

or friends again. You'll wake up in a new century on a new planet. It's the ultimate geographical suicide.

ər frɛndz əˈgɛn. jul weɪk əp ɪn ə nu ˈsɛnʧəri ɔn ə nu ˈplænət. ɪts ðə ˈəltəmət ˌʤiəˈgræfɪkəl ˈsuɪˌsaɪd.

Well, I could ask you the same thing.

wɛl, aɪ kʊd æsk ju ðə seɪm θɪŋ.

But it's my interview. Were you running away from something?

bət ɪts maɪ ˈɪntərvˌju. wər ju ˈrənɪŋ əˈweɪ frəm ˈsəmθɪŋ?

No. Everything was okay.

noʊ. ˈɛvriˌθɪŋ wɑz ˌoʊˈkeɪ.

So?

soʊ?

Well, I guess I just wanted a new world, I don't know, a fresh start.

wɛl, aɪ gɛs aɪ ʤɪst ˈwɔntɪd ə nu wərld, aɪ doʊnt noʊ, ə frɛʃ stɑrt.

That's Homestead Company advertising.

ðæts ˈhoʊmˌstɛd ˈkəmpəˌni ˈædvərˌtaɪzɪŋ.

Is it?

ɪz ɪt?

Jim.

ʤɪm.

I know. I guess. You're right.

aɪ noʊ. aɪ gɛs. jʊr raɪt.

Back on Earth, when something breaks, you don't fix it, you replace it. The colonies, they have problems to solve. They're

bæk ɔn ərθ, wɪn ˈsəmθɪŋ breɪks, ju doʊnt fɪks ɪt, ju ˌriˈpleɪs ɪt. ðə ˈkɑləniz, ðeɪ hæv ˈprɑbləmz tɪ sɑlv. ðɛr

my kind of problems. And a mechanic is somebody. This is a new world still being built. I could build a house and live in it.

maɪ kaɪnd əv ˈprɑbləmz. ənd ə mɪˈkænɪk ɪz ˈsəmˌbɑdi. ðɪs ɪz ə nu wərld stɪl biɪŋ bɪlt. aɪ kʊd bɪld ə haʊs ənd lɪv ɪn ɪt.

Open country. Room to grow.

ˈoʊpən ˈkəntri. rum tɪ groʊ.

Now you're back to slogans.

naʊ jʊr bæk tɪ sˈloʊgənz.

Can't slogans be true?

kænt sˈloʊgənz bi tru?

Do you know how much Homestead Company made off its first planet? Eight quadrillion dollars. That's eight million billion.

du ju noʊ haʊ məʧ ˈhoʊmˌstɛd ˈkəmpəˌni meɪd ɔf ɪts fərst ˈplænət? eɪt quadrillion ˈdɔlərz. ðæts eɪt ˈmɪljən ˈbɪljən.

Colony planets are the biggest business going. Did you pay full price for your ticket?

ˈkɑləni ˈplænəts ər ðə ˈbɪgəst ˈbɪznɪs goʊɪŋ. dɪd ju peɪ fʊl praɪs fər jʊr ˈtɪkɪt?

No. I'm in a desirable trade.

noʊ. əm ɪn ə dɪˈzaɪərəbəl treɪd.

So they fill your head with dreams, discount your ticket, and you fly off to populate their planet and give Homestead 20% of

soʊ ðeɪ fɪl jʊr hɛd wɪθ drimz, ˈdɪskaʊnt jʊr ˈtɪkɪt, ənd ju flaɪ ɔf tɪ ˈpɑpjəˌleɪt ðɛr ˈplænət ənd gɪv ˈhoʊmˌstɛd 20 əv

everything that you make for the rest of your life. Not to mention the debt you run up on this fancy starship.

ˈɛvriˌθɪŋ ðət ju meɪk fər ðə rɛst əv jʊr laɪf. nɑt tɪ ˈmɛnʃən ðə dɛt ju rən əp ɔn ðɪs ˈfænsi ˈstɑrˌʃɪp.

So all you see here is 5,000 suckers?

soʊ ɔl ju si hir ɪz 5,000 ˈsəkərz?

I see zeros on the Homestead Company's bottom line.

aɪ si ˈzɪroʊz ɔn ðə ˈhoʊmˌstɛd ˈkəmpəniz ˈbɑtəm laɪn.

I see 5,000 men and women changing their lives. For 5,000 different reasons. You don't know these people.

aɪ si 5,000 mɛn ənd ˈwɪmən ˈʧeɪnʤɪŋ ðɛr lɪvz. fər 5,000 ˈdɪfərənt ˈrizənz. ju doʊnt noʊ ðiz ˈpipəl.

I'm a journalist. I know people.

əm ə ˈʤərnəlɪst. aɪ noʊ ˈpipəl.

Really? This one. Is he a banker, a teacher or a gardener?

ˈrɪli? ðɪs wən. ɪz hi ə ˈbæŋkər, ə ˈtiʧər ər ə ˈgɑrdənər?

Banker.

ˈbæŋkər.

He's a gardener. And her. Is she a Madison, Donna or a Lola?

hiz ə ˈgɑrdənər. ənd hər. ɪz ʃi ə ˈmædɪsən, ˈdɑnə ər ə ˈloʊlə?

Donna's too serious for that hair. Lola.

ˈdɑnəz tu ˈsɪriəs fər ðət hɛr. ˈloʊlə.

Madison.

ˈmædɪsən.

Shit!

ʃɪt!

All right, chef, accountant or midwife?

ɔl raɪt, ʃɛf, əˈkaʊntənt ər ˈmɪdˌwaɪf?

She has to be a midwife. There's no way you just made that one up.

ʃi həz tɪ bi ə ˈmɪdˌwaɪf. ðɛrz noʊ weɪ ju ʤɪst meɪd ðət wən əp.

Yeah. She's a midwife. I didn't know they still had midwives.

jæ. ʃiz ə ˈmɪdˌwaɪf. aɪ ˈdɪdənt noʊ ðeɪ stɪl hæd ˈmɪdˌwaɪvz.

I like her. We'd be friends.

aɪ laɪk hər. wid bi frɛndz.

You think you can see that?

ju θɪŋk ju kən si ðət?

Don't you?

doʊnt ju?

I do.

aɪ du.