12 days.
Asking about a robot's the first sign of
interest you've shown in this ship or crew.
- I got a captain who watches cartoons,...
- He's working on his PhD.
..a computer tech
who calls his mainframe Sweetie
and two medical techs practising
anatomy in any corner they can find.
I've been on six paramedic tours
with this crew. They get the job done.
We're out here for months.
Nothing happens.
People get lonely.
Then suddenly all hell breaks loose,
you do your job,
then it all goes back to nothing happens.
This crew's OK.
Want to tell me
what you're doing out here?
Ex-military pilots don't usually request
work probation on paramedic ships.
I like deep space. It's quiet.
People out here tend to
respect each other's privacy.
Take one a day.
You can put your shirt on.
Zyracon, huh?
Happy pills.
I'm happy.
Hazen's a tough drug to kick.
Zyracon helps with the residual effects.
- I'm clean.
- Human interaction helps too.
The crew's OK.
Maybe you should take the time
to get to know them.
Thank you, doctor.
My analysis ofcards played shows
a 77% chance ofyou losing, Benjamin.
Five miles of fibre optics
sort of spoils the spirit of competition,
don't you think, Sweetie?
Gin.
When I reprogrammed her for this tour,
I put some human traits
into her personality profile.
I sort of wanted them to find out
because it'd really piss them off.
But if they ever do,
I'm dead.
I'm assuming you're not
gonna turn me in...
You don't know me well enough
to make that assumption.
Your deal.
My analysis ofCopilot Vanzant's vital
signs suggests a very high probability
that he will turn you in, Benjamin.
I'm not gonna turn you in.
The laserpulse is focused into
a surgical-quality beam
capable ofthe mostprecise incisions.
- Hello, doctor. Mind if I sit down?
- What if I do?
- Following orders - get to know the crew.
- So, the Zyracon worked.
I act nice and you want the credit?
You act nice,
modern medicine gets the credit.
I've found staying clean is sort of like
staying alive. You either are...
or you aren't.
Count them. They're all there.
Since we don't bring out
the pleasant side in each other,
tell me what the hell
bothers you so much about me.
I don't like Hazen.
It's not just a type-H mind-altering escape.
I don't like what it does to people who
take it, I don't like what they do to others.
- I used to know someone...
- I'm not someone.
Didn't say you were.
There's nothing I can do
to change the past, yours or mine.
Heal thyself, doctor.
Emergency distress signal received.
- We're still in business!
- Nothing like being wanted.
I'll be in the engine room.
I've forgotten everything.
What's my job? What do I do?
- Come on.
- It's been that long.
Emergency distress signal received.
Bridge.
Check.
Medical.
Check.
What have we got?
Signal received.
SOS, critical.
The signal's degraded.
It's taken five days to get here.
Dispatch misrouted it?
This isn't from dispatch. It's a direct call.
Direct? We don't get direct. Origin?
Pohl 6822.
I'm getting a little more.
Call letters for a merchant enterprise.
It's Titan 37.
It's a mining operation.
This is way past the colony outpost.
Sweetie, pull up all records
on Titan 37, Pohl 6822.
Titan 37: lunarmining operation.
This moon was expelled from orbit
around its original starsystem
- and is now classified as a rogue body.
- Rogue moon.
There's a lot of gravitational
instability in that sector.
Mining operation was abandoned
when rogue moon drifted
into unmapped space.
Complete crew evacuation
five years, three months ago.
An SOS from an abandoned mine?
Distance to distress call location:
3,432 light years.
If we wanna answer this call
in our lifetimes we'll have to jump.
We haven't jumped in three tours.
I'm not jumping this crew
for anything uncertain.
I want a name with some authority.
If there is none, this is a no-go.
Scanning foridentification.
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