Our Sun is dying...
mankind faces extinction.
Seven years ago the Icarus Project sent a mission to restart the Sun.
But that mission was lost before it reached the star.
Sixteen months ago, I, Robert Capa, and a crew of
seven, left Earth frozen in a solar winter.
Our payload?
A Stellar Bomb with a mass equivalent to Manhattan Island.
Our purpose? To create a star, within a star.
We've mined all Earth's fissile materials for this bomb.
We have a payload to deliver to the heart of our nearest star.
We've delivering that payload because that star is dying
and if it dies, we die. Everything dies!
So that is our mission!
There's nothing - literally -
nothing more important than completing our mission.
There's not gonna be another payload.
Even if we knew that some way all of that crew are sill alive,
their lives are entirely expendable when seen in the context of our mission.
The one we carries are our last chance.
However, there's something onboard the Icarus I
that may be worth the detour.
Our last best hope.
If we had two bombs, we'd have two chances.
For psych tests on deep space,
I ran a number of sensory-deprivation trials.
Testing total darkness on flotation tanks.
And the point about darkness, you float in it.
You and the darkness are distinct from each other
because darkness is a absence of something, is a vacuum.
The question is: does the risk of a detour outweigh
the benefits of an extra payload?
But light,
envelops you.
It becomes you.
Kaneda...
What can you see?
Captain, is right on you! You have to leave now!
Kaneda...
What can you see?
KANEDA!
All our science...
- I know I fucked up. - I FORGOT! ALL RIGHT??
All our hopes...
Don't kill yourself, man. We got this, okay?
Our dreams are foolish...
At least now we know what happened on Icarus I,
the same thing is happening here.
Capa, I order you to remove that suit.
What are you trying to remind us of? Our lost humanity?
GET OUT OF THE SUIT!
Is different,
being afraid that you won't make back home.
And then, knowing that you wont.
Whatever happens, one of us is staying behind.
In the face of this...
we are dust, nothing more.
Hey Capa, we're only stardust.
And to this dust,
we will return.
Ashes to ashes.
Stardust to stardust.
When He chooses for us to die...
Are you an angel?
It is not our place,
to challenge God.
- Oh God...
- My God...
- Oh God...
That will be nothing to show that we were ever here,
but stardust.
The last man alone with God.
Am I that man?
Do it Capa!
Finish it!
Do it...
Only dream I ever have...
Is it the surface of the Sun?
Every time I shut my eyes,
is always the same.
When the Stellar Bomb is triggered, very little will happen at first.
Then a spark will pop into existence and will hang, for an instant, hovering in space.
And then, it will split into two.
And those will split again, and again, and again.
Detonation beyond all imagining...
A Big Bang in a small scale.
A new star born out of a dying one.
I think it will be beautiful.
No.
I'm not scared.
Just remember: it takes eight minutes for light to travel from Sun to Earth.
Which means you will know if we succeed about eight minutes
after we delivered the payload.
All you will have to do is look out for a little extra brightness in the sky.
So, if you wake up one morning
and is a particularly beautiful day,
you will know we made it.
Subtitles by ErickSoares3.