Pandorum Page #4

down so we can meet properly?

You think l survived this long

trusting strangers?

Wait.

l have a question for you.

Where you got to be?

Reactor bay.

Know how to get there?

Yeah, l do.

Why would you want

to go to the reactor?

Oh, l get it.

l get it.

You just woke up, huh?

You hungry?

'Cause l can cook.

l really got a treat for you guys.

but l must admit it's really

difficult to season

when you're only using

a motor oil base.

But if we use our imagination,

we got something here.

lt kinda tastes like...

( sniffs )

herb and butter dogshit.

How long have you been awake?

Let me see-- what's today?

Tuesday, so l have no idea.

Ah, well, let's eat, shall we?

( speaks Vietnamese )

lt's kosher.

l'm a cook, you know.

Says so right here on my tattoo.

ls that safe?

Compared to what?

Those things out there,

could it have been something

that crawled out of your tank or lab

or something?

No, that's not possible.

Then it's some kind of life form

that got onboard.

Or something.

Or something

that was already onboard

with us in the hyperbunks.

What do you mean?

l believe it's the accelerator.

The synthetic enzyme

in our feeding tubes

that would help our bodies

adjust and adapt

to the environmental

conditions on Tanis.

From what l've seen,

these things have adapted

to the ship instead.

So you're saying that they're passengers

who have mutated?

That stuff in our blood is supposed

to jump-start evolution.

Well, why would they

be affected and we're not?

Maybe they've been awake

much longer than we think.

- Longer than him.

- Huh.

- You don't know what happened to us?

- You do?

Oh, l've been around

for a while.

l know what l've seen.

What do you think you're doing?

What is that?

lt's just a sedative

to help you relax.

Then you take it

and relax.

Take it down a notch.

We're on the same team here.

Do you know

the symptoms of pandorum?

- What?

- Orbital dysfunctional syndrome.

- Pandorum.

- l've seen it before.

Ever witness

the symptoms firsthand?

lt's not something

you can easily detect.

lt starts with a shiver, an itch,

a slow boil--

the biological side effects

of flying deep space

feeding into paranoia.

And the paranoid

brain feeding the side effects.

A downward spiral.

A descent into madness.

There is no shutting off the heat

no matter what you do.

lt'll boil over.

You don't believe me.

l didn't say that.

How could they both have had it?

The odds are insurmountable.

l wasn't about

to question your actions.

We all know pandorum

is greatly affected

by any substantial

psychological trauma.

- lt has an emotional trigger effect.

- That's what they say.

How do you think you would react

if you knew the truth?

The truth about what?

Leland:
Boom.

Oh, how the whole world cheered

to the thunder of earth's

mightiest creation--

Elysium.

One small spark

to ignite the heavens

for the heroes

to venture farther and farther

than any of mankind's machines.

And we slept.

We slept a slumber so deep

that no one had dared before

as three little lndians

were left to mind the store.

Gallo:

We were only into our second term.

All flight systems nominal.

l picked up symptoms

with my CO and 2nd lieutenant.

Mild symptoms. Nothing l thought

would become a problem.

- Until we got the transmission.

- What transmission?

Leland:

Mother Earth's final call.

All God's creation ending

with mere words of encouragement.

( garbled talking )

What does it say?

You're all that's left of us.

Good luck.

God bless.

And Godspeed.

Earth...

is gone?

Poof.

Wiped away.

We ran a full sweep of the grid

and they were gone.

One day there,

the next nothing.

ln one day?

lt had to be nuclear

or an asteroid.

Does it matter?

My fellow crew members

didn't take the news too well.

l wanted to wake the primary crew,

but my 2nd lieutenant

was already over the edge.

Leland:
Three little lndians

with the burden to bear.

No more law.

Nothing left to care.

Just three little souls whose

destiny had become undone

because there was

chop chop chop chop...

then there was only one.

One little lndian left.

They were my commanding officers,

men who had guided me

through FT.

But it wasn't them anymore.

They were gone.

- l had no choice!

- Corporal Gallo!

Leland:
One little lndian left,

alone with all his doom.

He refuses to go to bed,

so what does he do?

He decides to stay up

and play in his room.

What nasty little games

he would play

with his slumbering prey.

He was slayer, he was master.

He was both God and the devil.

See, that's what some would say.

He would grow to manhood,

- a self-proclaimed king.

- ( coughing )

Master of his own vessel.

Home to his own sin.

He just cast out

all who had behaved.

Just exiled to the cargo hold

- to fend amongst themselves...

- ( coughing )

...and scavenge,

feeding off their own.

Evil grew.

The king no longer wanted to play.

So he returned

to his bed of slumber.

And while the king slept,

a whole new world of evil grew

as we wept.

Gallo's voice:

lt starts with a shiver, an itch.

We all know pandorum

is greatly affected

by any substantial

psychological trauma.

lt has an emotional trigger effect.

( rumbling )

( chains rattling )

- ( machinery humming )

- ( grunting )

What are you doing?

He's gonna f***ing eat us.

lt's not personal, guys.

lt's just survival of the fittest.

Or maybe it's the brightest.

You understand what l'm saying?

- You gassed us.

- Oh, yes.

And l'm sorry,

but l'm a little too old

and too tired for the honorable way

of hunting game.

You better make sure l'm dead...

( shouting in Vietnamese )

You don't have to do this.

We have to save the ship.

Don't sweat it

and save me the speeches.

l wouldn't have survived this long

if l had a heart.

You know, a strange thing,

the survival instinct.

l mean, there's nothing really left

to live for.

Don't be f***ing stupid.

l can save the f***ing ship.

Question is,

what would be more stupid?

Trusting the ship will hold

to see another day

when it's kept me alive

for all these years?

Or trusting somebody

who's desperate enough

to say anything

just when l'm about to carve

a steak out of his girlfriend?

Listen to the ship.

What about the ship?

The power surges--

the reactor is in its final stage.

We have less time than l thought.

The final phase before shutdown,

before we lose everything

and everyone onboard.

lf we don't reset it now,

everything is lost.

She has been all moody lately.

Very moody.

Hey, listen.

Hey, l get it.

What? You get what?

You did what you had to do.

You made it.

No one's gonna judge you.

No one's gonna judge you.

You are a survivor.

And right now we...

have to reset the reactor.

How long before the ship dies?

The truth.

l don't know.

Take a f***ing guess.

An hour. Less.

- Well?

- We're in this together.

l need your radio.

We don't have much time.

Bower:

Payton, do you copy?

Do you copy?

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