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No, why don't |
C'mon. |
Wait a second, I |
C'mon, Norman. |
Look, would you |
Nice work, Norman. |
Whatever I can do to help. |
Our answer. |
To what? |
Time travel. A black hole. |
This answers one of our questions. |
Which one? Let me get the list out. |
This spacecraft was designed to pick things up. They see things they want these claws go out and bring it in. They come across this. This... <u>sphere</u>. Find it interesting, curious. They draw it inside to take back home. |
But on the way home, they miss their turn, go too far, into the past. |
Our present. |
I mentioned it in my report. Didn't you read the report? |
Everything ever written about extra terrestial life imagines that life is essentially human. If it doesn't look human, it's a reptile or a big insect or something, having human values, human understanding. |
And we're just talking about three dimensional creatures. What if it's five or six or sevendimensional? So dimensional that we couldn't even see it to kill it. |
Good point. I don't know what you're talking about, but good point. |
Don't be so optomistic, Harry. |
I'm completely serious. There is something very important missing from that spacecraft. You know what that is? |
Not a clue. |
A sign that the builders knew time travel through a black hole was possible. |
I don't follow you. |
On that flight recorder, they called the black hole an "Unknown Entry Event." They didn't know what a black hole was. Fifty years from now, men are going to build that ship in a very tentative, experimental way, with no knowledge that time travel through a black hole is possible. |
So what? |
So, <u>we know</u>. We know it went through a black hole. We saw it. Norman when we'd get to the surface, we'd tell someone about the black hole, wouldn't we? It'd go in some report like some big discovery. So in fifty years when they build that ship, they'd make precautions for a black hole. <u>But they didn't</u>. The called it an Unknown Entry Event. |
Meaning we're never gonna get the chance to tell anyone. |
Meaning we're never gonna get to the surface alive... to tell anyone. |
I can't believe that, Harry. |
Gimme another explanation. |
I can't. If I had a minute to think, maybe, but I know you're wrong. |
Am I? |
Look we're under a lot of pressure, we're tired, you're not thinking straight. |
You mean, you think I'm cracking? |
No. I didn't say that. |
Then what, Norman? |
It's what's in that sphere, isn't it, Harry? Whatever you think is in that thing you think it's going to kill you. |
Curious, isn't it? What's inside? Before I die, I'd sure like to open it and see. |
What is that? That noise? |
What noise? |
It's like... |
Harry, can you tell me about the sphere? |
What are you still doing here? |
You remember opening the door? |
You were all supposed to leave. You weren't supposed to stay down here. |
Tell me about the door. Do you remember how you opened the door to the sphere?... Harry? |
You don't understand about the sphere. |
Then explain it to me. |
Norman? |
What is it, Harry? |
What happens on page 87? Have you ever read page 87? |
Page 87 of what, Harry? |
I could never read that far. I never wanted to. |
That far in what, Harry? |
These aren't half bad, Fletcher. You might have a second career coming. |
What are they? |
Getting anywhere with those? |
There's some sort of pattern here. It'll take a minute. |
Have you looked outside? Jellyfish. Everywhere. I hate jellyfish. Harry, what happened in the cafeteria? |
Don't do this. Don't psychoanalyze me. I hate squid. Period. Just like you hate jellyfish. |
You said something to me, before about how we were all going to die. |
Did I? |
You don't remember that? |
I don't remember much. It's like my memory is on the tip of my tongue but I can't taste any of it. Funny, my senses are much keener though. Purer. Hearing, seeing, smelling. Like, I can smell your sheets, Norman. You tried to wash it out earlier, But I can still smell the urine. Don't worry, I'm not going to tell the others. It's normal, really, isn't it? In a crisis. The stress. The panic. |
... you there? Norman? |
Harry? |
Norman, where are you? |
I can't breathe... Am I... clear? |
You're clear. You see the airlock? |
Thank you. My suit Beth said she fixed it |
What happened to her? |
What do you mean? She's not here? |
When I woke up, nobody was here. |
She was supposed to be watching the sensor for me. |
Her suit's gone. |
Beth left? |
I thought she was with you. |
She's cracking, Norman. |
You didn't say that about the food? |
I was just in the cafeteria, there's plenty of food in there. Take a look for yourself. |
But why would she ? |
She's lying, Norman. Just like she lied about fixing your suit. |
Wisconsin's your answer. |
Wisconsin? |
Navy transmission. They're sent from Wisconsin. |
How do we decode it? |
Don't have to. Watch. It'll do it for you. |
We just figured, you know, the three of us we need to... work together through this. |
The three of us. |
That's right. |
Is that why the two of you went through my dufflebag? |
What is it? |
You know what it is, Harry. |
It's the squid! Stop it! |
Stop what? What are you ? |
Did I kill her? |
I don't think so. |
I could hit her a little harder. More toward the cranium. |
Fine. |
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