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didn't warn us before.

Maybe they broke in the crash.

We can try to locate the leak,

seal it, and re-establish pressure.

No, my calculations were precise,

and were based on an airtight cabin.

I hadn't foreseen that we

would lose air because of a leak.

That variable was not included

in my equation.

The outcome couldn't be worse.

Even if we could plug the crack-

-we wouldn't have enough air

to wait for a rescue mission.

I refuse to give up.

I'll find the damn leak and plug it!

-Jenny...

-What?

It's useless. The pressure's going down.

Perhaps the crack is getting bigger.

The leak will be visible from the

outside as a streak of water vapor.

There's no hope.

Believe me. There's no hope.

I don't want to spend my last hours

in a pressurized suit-

-waiting for the air to disappear.

Listen, Jen. Please...

-I don't...

-What do you want to do? Tell me.

We just admit

that we're going to die-

-and just come together,

come towards each other...

We can make each other feel good

and it would be okay.

I don't want to be alone

and just sit here waiting to die.

Why don't we just make each other

feel good? We can be together.

How much time

do we really have left?

I think about twelve hours.

Any thoughts like this the whole

voyage... Have you just avoided...?

Do you mean that with your enormous

talent and amazing intelligence-

-you can't find any other solution

than to die f***ing?!

That's completely unreasonable.

That's so uptight.

Listen, Jenny. Listen to me.

I've thought about this a lot.

I think we can adapt together.

Let me tell you what we're going

to do. My plan, okay?

I'll get into my pressurized suit

and go outside to locate the leak.

I don't care if it's a waste of time. At

least I'll feel that I'm doing something.

You can stay in here and masturbate

until you die of dehydration.

When the rescue mission arrives,

that's how they'll find you.

They may even erect a statue of you

on the same spot.

It doesn't seem to be

a natural phenomenon.

What do you mean?

I don't understand how nature could

have created a cave like this.

It's kind of artificial, like a tunnel

dug by an intelligent being.

-The walls are smooth, almost perfect.

-There could be many explanations.

An ancient frozen water course could

have perforated the rock this way.

Like an underground glacier.

Then the ice melted...

It's incredible, Fidel.

Can you see this? Amazing!

There are symbols carved in the stone.

It seems to be some kind of writing.

They have angles, as if they have been

carved by an intelligent being.

Oh, my God!

It's man-made, there's no doubt

about it, but I still can't believe it.

Oh, my God...!

-Someone built it.

-"Someone..." It's incredible.

Oh, my God. We can't complain

about it. We have no right to.

We've discovered the remains

of an ancient civilization.

-There are more symbols in the stone.

-Susana, I'm really seeing them.

Oh, God. It's unbelievable.

Oh, God...

Fidel had devoted his career to

proving the feasibility of life on Mars.

We had stumbled across evidence

he would have never dared dream of.

But we wondered if that discovery

would die along with us.

-What do you think you're doing?

-I must find that leak.

Don't waste your time, Jen.

We've lost too much air.

"Must find the leak..."

-We have to keep fighting.

-Jen, look at me.

Admit it. We're going to die.

Just admit it.

Leave me alone.

I don't want to die.

Too bad we didn't bring

an archeologist with us.

An archeologist would murder us

for not taking precautions-

-before coming in here and distorting

everything with our fingerprints.

-What do you mean?

-The ground is covered in dust.

-How long will our footprints last?

-A thousand years, maybe.

This tunnel goes down. Do you think

it will reach the bottom of the valley?

It's possible,

but it's 8,000 meters deep.

I can't believe we're here.

What's happening?

-The air pressure is higher here.

-Your pressure gauge must be broken.

No, look... There's air and the

oxygen count is almost normal.

We haven't passed any airlock or

registered any pressure increase.

Your instruments must be off.

My air pressure is almost zero.

I don't have much to lose.

Decompression is a horrible way to die.

I'm tired, Susana. If this is the end...

Don't do it, Fidel.

Don't leave me alone.

It's cold, and it has a metallic smell.

But you can breathe it

without any problem.

But that's impossible.

There's air here,

and sufficient pressure.

Don't ask me how it's possible.

It's true.

Fidel...

If there's sufficient air here...

Yeah, we could survive.

We must find out what this place is,

what it's for.

The pyramids must be recent

in comparison to this place.

The stones around us have been here

longer than we can imagine.

We may never know what it means.

The symbols aren't so strange, con-

sidering they're from an alien culture.

Any race of hunters would have

developed the arrow symbol.

The star and the cross sign

aren't difficult to imagine either.

-The eye of the octopus.

-What?

Its structure is identical to that of

the human eye - parallel evolution.

Well... Let's go.

Wait, we still have

no contact with Belos.

They can't help us back at the module.

-This place is a maze.

-I feel like an experimental rat.

-I wonder if it means anything.

-It must.

Imagine an ant that wanders into a

discarded Coke bottle looking for food.

It goes round and round until it drops.

Perhaps it thinks-

-that such a strange and

beautiful place must have a purpose.

But these symbols

must have a meaning.

Fidel, don't leave me.

-The corridor is a vacuum, isn't it?

-Yeah.

How did they do it? How can it be?

Please, Fidel. Don't leave me.

Susana... I'm so very tired.

Fidel, don't leave me. Please.

I'm recording everything I can see

with my camera...

...but I can't transmit anything.

You'll only be able

to see these shots...

...if someone bothers

to look for my corpse.

Alone, more alone than any other

human being had ever been-

-in a strange place, where some

mysterious technology was operating.

Something was keeping the air inside,

and perhaps it was that something-

-that caused the magnetic

and gravitational anomalies.

Perhaps the anomalies indicated

the position of mazes like this-

-scattered over the surface of Mars.

But I was lost inside.

Wandering alone through a place that

had already claimed my partner's life.

I had been going around in circles

for hours-

-and thought that Rodrigo was right,

that there was no logic behind it.

Perhaps it was just a rat trap, or...

Who knows?

The only thing I knew for sure was

that there was no air or pressure-

-in the corridors marked with a star.

I do hope that these arrows

are taking me in the right direction.

But nothing is certain.

Rodrigo? Is that you?

Two arms. Two legs.

It all seems pretty human.

But who knows

what it looked like originally?

All I need is a small trace of vapor

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