Earth is a prosperous planet, the cradle of civilization.
Passengers
1.8s
Data received.
Passengers
1.7s
I open the door, I get clear.
Passengers
1.4s
Grab it!
Passengers
1.2s
I'll wait.
Passengers
15.1s
I need to talk to a person. A real live person, please? What sort of person? Personal trainer? Travel planner? - Therapist? - I... I don't know. Somebody in charge. The ship's steward handles passenger affairs. It's on level three of the grand concourse. - Thank you. - Happy to help.
Passengers
2s
Hell of a life.
Passengers
1.2s
More than one.
Passengers
1.4s
It's gonna be great.
Passengers
7s
Uh, is there anything else we can do? - Just do the... - Okay. - You don't have to. - Okay. I can... - Beat down! - Hey!
Passengers
2s
I'm sorry. The patient is dead.
Passengers
4.7s
With Gus's ID, it can be like hibernation inside the Autodoc. You can go back to sleep.
Passengers
1.4s
Why?
Passengers
11.7s
My fellow passengers, if you're reading this, then the Starship Avalon has reached its destination. Grand concourse. A lot happened while you slept.
Passengers
5.5s
Lovely as ever. Thank you, Arthur. You're looking very well yourself. Thanks to you.
Passengers
1.8s
It's beautiful.
Passengers
5s
What's the prognosis? Critical diagnoses cannot be discussed without a doctor in attendance.
Passengers
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- Data received. - Same as Jim's. Interpolating data. System shutdowns... Everywhere, but no apparent connection.
