[soft music]
[distant thunderstorms]
[fantastical music begins]
[alarms blare]
[gasp]
[Angie coughs]
Good morning, Nova
[Nova] Good morning, Angie
Did you sleep well?
I'd like to recommend a full system start up.
[Angie] Go ahead.
[Nova] Welcome, back
Are you ready to take the ship off auto-pilot?
[Angie] Not yet.
[loud thud] [bird song]
Nova?
Are Erickson and Reed accounted for?
[Nova] Accounted for, but no vital signs detected.
Run that again, please
[Nova] I'm not sure what that achieves.
Just do it, please.
[pressing keypad]
[Angie] Nova?
[Nova] Ship readings show only
one valid lifeform aboard.
It looks like we've suffured a few mission errors.
[music intensifies]
[keypad sounds]
[alarm rings]
[gentle music]
[keyboard clicks]
[Nova] It appears several critical systems
have fallen offline while we were away from the helm.
[music fades away]
Nova, how long have we been away from the helm?
Nova. What's the date?
Nova!
What's the date? [off-screen] Ten full years
in cryopreservation.
Five to get there.
and five to come back.
Deep space.
[Gabriel] Deep. Space.
To Boldly Go.
We choose to go,
in this decade,
not because it is easy,
but because it is hard.
[Angie giggles]
Why do you have to go?
I don't know.
I have to.
It's what I've always wanted.
See you in ten, then.
[music crescendos]
Nova, what's the date?
[Nova] Disclosing that information would only lead to further alarm.
[keyboard clicks]
It's May 6th
two-thousand ninety-five.
[Angie gasps]
Nova, please scan for any
open lines of communication
[Nova] Scanning.
Even if anything responds,
it's unlikely we'd be able
to maintain successful communication.
This is Horizon.
Pilot Miranda.
This is a distress signal.
If you're receiving,
please respond.
[Muffled voice] Horizon.
This is CAPCOM, Houston
Nova's reporting a critical mission error,
with several systems offline.
Can you confirm?
Houston, this is Pilot Miranda.
I can confirm.
Commander Reed and Mission Specialist Erickson
are both dead.
There is no life support onboard.
Fuel is...
[keyboard clicks]
Fuel is depleted.
Horizon has suffered
63 years of directionless drift.
Nova remains fully functional.
I am the sole survivor,
awaiting futher instructions.
[muffled voice] Horizon.
This is CAPCOM, Houston.
Nova's reporting a critical mission error,
with several systems offline.
Can you confirm?
What?
[Nova] It appears to be a looped message.
When was it sent?
[Nova] Twenty thirty-nine.
[Male voice] Hello?
Hello?
[Angie] If you're receiving,
please respond.
This is an emergency transmission.
[Nova] No one's receiving.
Can I help you?
Loop that last one, please.
[loud blender]
[Gabriel] Are you still here?
Nova.
What are the odds someone finds
us before we—
before I starve to death?
[Nova] Incredibly low.
Give me the numbers.
[Nova] I'd rather not.
Okay.
[soft piano keys]
Resume autopilot, please.
[Nova] Do you have specific coordinates in mind?
[soft piano]
No.
[Nova] Staying in the pod makes no significant
changes to your odds.
Even in cryopreservation,
nothing changes.
Put the shap back on reserve power, please.
[Gabriel] So this is goodbye?
[Commander Reed]: We copy.
Starting activation sequence.
[shuttle system beeps]
[Mission Control]: 9...
8...
7...
[music builds]
Main engine, start.
[Commander Reed] Ready, booster ignition.
Pilot, control.
[shuttle engine whirs]
[Mission Control] 5...
4...
3...
[engine whirs swell]
2...
1...
Booster ignition.
[Angie gasps]
We have lift off for Horizon!
[shuttle engines whir]
[music crescendos]
[violins sour]
[astronuats gasping]
[music stops]
[Gabriel] why don't you just stay here?
[solemn piano music plays]