Someone once told me
that great deeds start with small decisions.
What if Christopher Columbus
had not decided to explain his plans to Queen Isabella?
What then?
What if Marco Polo's father had not taken his son on his expeditions?
Exploring
is an age-old obsession of humans.
From Magellan to modern day heroes like Neil Armstrong.
And to think that I have the chance to become one of them
is a dream come true.
Today I'll be setting off on a journey
that will last 50 years,
which will take humans
further than we ever imagined.
Today is the day
in which space
will become too small for man.
30 minutes to lift-off.
Joseph Wood, please lie down.
We'll proceed with the first DADLE injection.
One by one, the doses of opiate will slow down his metabolism
to a dormant state.
Let's start the hibernation process injecting the first of three doses.
Are you sticking that in me?
Just kidding.
The procedure involves slowing down the subject's metabolism
in order to enter suspended animation.
We have to wait five minutes between doses
so we do not induce cardiac arrest.
Heart rate?
All correct.
"I’m crossing space, I can’t see the sun.
I’m lost in space, there’s nowhere to run..."
Who do you prefer, the Stones?
Be quiet, please.
To continue with the process we are going to inject the second dose.
Are you angry with me?
The subject's heart rate will drop
until he reaches controlled hypothermia.
Claire.
Concentrate on the procedure, please.
I prepared the next one.
Systems are checking his heart rate.
Everything seems to be in order.
Ok guys, prepare the tools and I'll take those.
Check his vitals!
Joseph!
His heart rate is dropping fast.
-Hey Joseph! -It's well between the limits.
No!
Still dropping.
67.
Claire?
66.
I’m going to inject him!
Wait!
He's stabilizing.
Damn.
He's stable now.
I didn't know it would be so painful.
"20 minutes to lift-off.
All correct from control."
We are at a crucial moment
and any mistake could seriously harm the subject.
Claire?
Yes, Mr. Wood.
Are you angry with me?
Mr. Wood, please. I need to concentrate right now.
It is very important.
Joseph!
Please lie down.
Don't move.
Answer me, Claire.
Do you hate me because it should be you going on this trip?
It's that.
Isn't it?
I didn't say anything.
It's you saying all of that.
And why did you leave this morning without saying a word?
Guys, you can leave.
I'll finish up here.
-Claire, we need just... -Now!
So we sleep together and you just leave?
Do you want to ruin the project and make me lose my job or what?
Do you know there's a chance we may never see each other again?
When I return, Claire,
if I ever do,
50 years will have gone by.
I am aware of the project, thank you very much.
And still, you left just like that.
Please, Claire,
tell me why you left without saying a word.
You wanted me to stay?
What for?
To hear you give a speech that I could have given?
To see you get into an official car?
To watch you fulfil my dreams?
I’m sorry, but I couldn't.
"Miss Martinez, Mr. Wood, please, keep to the schedule.
Let’s finish the process with no delays."
I'm so sorry.
When I administer the subject's third injection,
his metabolism will stop altogether,
and he will fall into a deep sleep.
He will then be ready to be cryopreserved
and the hibernation process will begin.
Claire...
"Turning off auxiliary systems."
The reason I didn't wake you up
wasn't because I wanted to miss everything.
This morning I gazed at you for an hour,
thinking about what to say to you when you woke up.
And I could only think of one thing.
I wanted to ask you to stay.
To stay here with me.
And if I didn't ask
was because I was afraid that you would have stayed.
Or that you wouldn't have stayed.
What if Christopher Columbus had not explained his plans
to Queen Isabella?
What if you’d studied Medicine as your father wanted?
Then we wouldn’t have to say goodbye today.
"I’m crossing the space, I can’t see the sun.
I'm lost in space.
There's nowhere to run..."
What's that?
When I imagined myself travelling in space,
I used to play this song.
To go where no one has ever been before.
It's your turn to listen to it now...
Claire...
I’m glad you're going instead of me.
So when you get back, you can tell me all about it.
Of course.
"Now 25 seconds.
Joseph Wood is sleeping, we are to go.
20 seconds and counting.
T. minus 15 seconds.
Guidance is internal.
12, 11, 10, 9...
Ignition sequence starts.
6, 5, 4
3, 2, 1
0.
All engines running.
Lift-off, we have a lift-off!
32 minutes past the hour,
lift-off on Somnus I.
Tower cleared.
She's lifting beautifully into the sky."
Claire!
"I'm crossing space."
"I can't see the sun."
"I'm lost in space."
"There's nowhere to run..."
Where do I begin?