They say,
when you hear the sounds of devils,
all else is quiet.
My general question to that is:
How do you know if what you are hearing
is the work of such devious beings?
I would venture to say that most devilish noises occur,
when large numbers of men decide
to force the hand of mortality upon one another.
And I'd say futher,
that on such occasions,
there is not just one sound,
but many.
It is a quiet orchestra of death.
It is also possible that the man who wrote that saying
might've just had some broken ears.
I have been moved from one wipe out regimen to the next.
Witnessing countless moral felonies.
I met General McClain in the last summer of the war,
peculiar man.
Captain Lee Briggs.
Sir?
Man of nine lives.
Have you any idea of how many divisions have us pinned here?
No sir.
Let's just say, enough to make fate unfavorable.
I've got a job for you Briggs.
It's recently come to my attention that an object
of grandest design has been discovered east of the Colorado basin.
Given the undeniable truth
that we here are on a collision course with destiny.
Neither I nor my men will be able to get witness to this object.
Someone ought to see it.
I reckon it should be you.
The sole survivor of the 22nd Connecticut.
Even one man alive is homage to the rest.
Make regular notes of your journey Briggs.
To be given a pass
to watch all others go,
is perhaps the most troubling thing to one's being.
Sometimes when I wake up,
I feel like I'm still sleeping.
I feel like all the colours and shapes of the world
have collided,
and all I can do is just sit there and watch.
I think a person heart as a way of turning off when it can't find reason.
I guess that's why nature has always had an inspiring presence.
Everything follows a purpose.
I guess we're missing something.
Why do we struggle
to breathe a more righteous breath,
when we all end up in the same place?
I'd like to hope
that our history is worth remembering.
An imprint of careful design,
a feeling of heartfelt purpose.
And a sense of hope
for something bigger than ourself.
And,
maybe I'll wake up.
ISS module, 32 Delta, this is Cambridge,
do you have a fix on us, over.
Copy that, this is 32 Delta, I've got you.
Alpha Bravo, we are linking a satcom.
Now, wait for transmissions to follow.
Copy that.
That is 89 43.23
followed by 32.35.12.67
follow it 21.01
ISS your satcom link is now active.
Houston you have line operation.
Roger that, thank you Cambridge.
How are you up there?
I'm doing fine, how are you?
We all doing well.
We've been monitoring your vital signs.
Very pleased with the results.
How are you feeling now that you have been able to settle in?
Good!
Station is in pretty decent shape.
The only device that seems really out of whack is the RS7 pomp.
It seems to be operating in half pressure.
Don't worry we will add it to the repair sheet.
Well for the sake of futur ISS inhabitants I strongly recommand it.
Do you receiving the data package?
Yeah, I just started.
Houston this thing ain't opening, do you want to resend it?
No why don't you give the audio a try?
Alright one moment.
[Audio] Captaine Lee Miller !
We've recorded this the other night.
My God.
[Audio] We haven't been in space in almost 20 years now, right?
[Audio] I gotta say I feel so honored and thankful...
I sound terrible.
[Audio] to be one of the first to be going back after so long.
I'll make sure the guys get the visual for you.
[Audio] I a little nervous, but...
We have a com link test down here at 23h00 so back to you in the morning.
Alright you guys have a good night.
Likewise.
Houston to Cambridge, out.
[RADIO] Troops with armored vehicles, machine guns,
didn't feel comfortable going to that area, in the aftermath of the bombing.
ISS module this is 23 alpha into Cambridge, how do you read, over?
Copy that, this is ISS.
ISS, this is 23 alpha.
Can you transmit your orbital bearing numbers?
We are doing a quick line up test.
OK
Give us 8 packets, we will figure the constant.
8 packets, is a hell of a projection.
Yeah,
well they want to see if the ISS will stay in orbit without remote positioning.
Copy that, did you receive them?
Looks like it, thanks.
How are you holding up?
Good!
Good.
Well, I don't want to keep you.
23 Apha out.
Godspeed Lee.
Godspeed to you too.
ISS 32 this is mission controle, Cambridge.
Did you receive our data package.
Copy that. It's downloading right now.
You guys rezip for the clip of the Late Show.
Negatif.
I believe the chef will get that to you later.
This is a recorded message from your brother.
Copy that.
Cheers.
Hey buddy, I hope everything is going well up there.
Thinking about you.
But, the important news is you are officially an uncle.
You've got a nephew,
and he is beautiful, it's just incredible.
He can't wait to meet you.
I'm gonna try to send some photos if I can figure out.
It's so complicated to do that with these guys.
Anyway,
take care of yourself please.
I will talk to you soon, bye.
Hey Houston, did you picked that up?
Cambridge, have I been crossed over yet?
Cambridge, this is ISS 37 did you guys pick up that radio interference?
That's a tough one.
People need other people.
That's why I really think I'm a storyteller,
I will get into situations where
my priority is I shouldn't stick my nose in,
but I do.
Because I feel that...
I've seen a lot,
I've been through a lot.
That's really my opinion, that's the only way to really
communicate in modern races and the people of the world.
If I can drop a word here or there or a little tale here or there,
that I think might help somebody.
I'd drop it like a bomb.
If something like that ever did happen, where everybody stop talking
everybody stop telling stories, everybody stop relating.
Nobody learns anything.
No one does anything?
I probably not even want to think what it would be like.
Maybe peaceful as hell.
I think it would be a horrible world.
MC this is ISS, do you guys have a read on me?
MC this is ISS, do you copy?
This is genius.
Make a big radio with English buttons, and then...
write a manual for it in Russian!
Houston this is ISS, do you copy?
Houston? Cambridge? Do you copy?
Cambridge this is ISS, do you copy?
Hello Lee.
Sorry I'm sending this message as recording,
but to be honest,
it's the best I can do right now.
So,
I kind of dare that I don't ever tell you this directly,
but we had so shit going on down here that I...
I don't even know where to begin.
Even if I wanted to bring you out of orbit,
I don't have the people to do it.
Look, we're gonna need you to sit tight for a while.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what kind of transmission that was,
and unless I'm mistaken we're nowhere near April.
So I'm gonna need a confirmation of any sort of mission extension from you assholes!
Look, I don't think it's funny,
and if you guys are doing some type of stress experiments,
or isolation test,
well then you can stop now because...
because I'm very isolated and very stressed!
If the line is open enough for me to get a pre recorded message
then I know you can hear me
and I would appreciate knowing...
What the hell is going on?
Houston?
Cambridge?
This is ISS, do you copy?
When...
that interactivity is suddenly just cut,
you're just left, standing by yourself,
in the darkness.
I didn't see that coming, what was that all about?
Where do I go from here?
I think we control our own surrounding...
For the most part, we control our own surrounding,
we can decide to go here or there.
But once we have established ourself,
I think that's when
our environment starts to take a toll on our personality,
our habits,
the way we think every day.
We are social creatures and we need to interact with people.
that's why relationships are so... important
so crucial for existence.
Because if you don't talk to anybody, you don't interact with anybody,
your all sense of reality is pretty warped.
Physical diagnostic check...
lots of glass, plastic or metal.
I should make a proper introduction since I am the captain.
My name is Lee.
And you are?
You're an astronaut.
You're a polaroid I'm talking to.
This place sucks.
These guys have definitely won a space trip in orbit.
You on the other hand...
well, if I was on your mission we would definitely had some problems.
God, I love you smile.
How about this, I get you to buy off this joint,
get back home,
take a shower,
put on a suit,
we head downtown,
East Village
great little Italian restaurant.
But hell, what I'm making it up, how about a nice Malibu sunset?
It's the best...
Malibu sunset.
God...
I gotta say
I feel so honored and thankful to be...
Who's idea was it to try to make a shower?
I want a shower.
Three seconds on the shot clock...
ball passed into play...
goes to Miller...
he shoots.
Roll it.
Hey buddy, I hope everything is going well up there
OK,
where the hell is my fucking video.
Fuck!
Why am I funny?
Where are you going?
I've got to reroute some power.
Why?
Because...
The station is broken.
Do you think you are broken?
I'm choosing to entertain you because A
my logic slipped a long time ago, and B...
I forgot what B was, but
make a pretty good reason in your head
it's probably in mine too.
Journal of Captain Lee Briggs.
22nd Connecticut, seventh infantry division.
My personal thoughts and findings leading to our discovery.
June 4th, 1864
You know, you can plan life,
but yet
it doesn't mean it's gonna happen.
You can,
plan and plan and... plan and
put something over here, and design something over here
and put borders on this and that in life
but it doesn't mean anything.
Because you're not in control.
Because nothing is guaranteed, nothing is secured in this world.
So,
what is the most important thing?
I mean, everybody wants to be loved,
and when you actually,
feel it, I mean kind of like with your parents
it's kind of one of those things where
it's just is what it is because you grow up into it,
but when you actually experience it with someone else outside of that shell.
It's...
very interesting.
Very fulfilling.
Are you waiting for someone?
Why are you sitting by yourself?
What is your favorite season?
I forgot.
There are no seasons...
just time.
We found defeat again in Chancellorsville.
It's quite an unsettling feeling, to face one's nerves this often.
To accept death before each call to advance is frightening.
Yet it is the only way to move boots made solid
by the sound of shelling.
I can't explain all this,
what uncertainty does to a man's soul,
but I do know it can drive the mind mad.
17.000 dead in one engagement.
The mind is like a closed grave.
Some say it was the grace of God
that gives us the strength to bear the shaking timbers and falling Earth.
Most would agree there was just no where to go.
I hate sevens, I hate sevens!
It so a loser.
Ok, this is the space station.
We are approximately 220 miles from Earth, ok?
You see, the original space station, was what they call L.E.O
stands for Low Earth Orbiting.
Later,
with this new technology,
we were able to go a lot further than that.
Why do you think we're here?
Doesn't that bother you that we are not real?
I don't know.
They assured me that it's not the shape, but what lies over the ridge's crest.
What?
I'm looking at it from a different angle.
I don't like the ending either,
but I'm not reading it with my eyes.
I'm reading it through this monitor,
so we can make sure that we have missed no details,
of your odd tale.
How can eyes that have seen so much
be brought to life by a simple thing?
It is as if we have some sort of predestined temper of destruction.
I have decided I am not looking for one discovery.
I am simply hoping that we have a history worth remembering.
An imprint of careful design,
a feeling of heartfelt purpose.
A sense of hope and wellbeing.
How can you write a journal this long
and not tell us what you found?
Did you die before you had a chance to finish the journal?
I mean, all you had to do was look over the ridge,
and write down what you found?
Just, write what you found.
You know, leave, but if you leave
no one's gonna be here when they come.
They're not gonna leave us here forever.
What would we do with...
all this time?
I know, I know!
Hey, is your mouth dry?
Yeah mine too, mine too.
Am I scared?
You gotta be living to be scared.
My mane is Lee James Miller
son of Courtney and Michael Miller.
I lost contact
with mission control
on July 7th 2039.
I have remained in a perennial orbit
for six years.
My mission has long since been terminated
and my daily routine has been based on stretching my life support systems.
I've observed
neither contact nor indication of any awareness of my current condition.
It is with great sadness
but determined resolution,
that I must finally abandoned this post.
Systems here, can no longer be depended on
and I would rather faced the journey home than a slow,
breathless, environment of failing O2.
Well I have no idea what the circumstances are surrounding my abandonment.
I would rather rest on Earth, than up here alone.
I have come to terms with the fact that some things will forever remain a mystery.
To whomever this message reaches,
I leave it goodwill toward all.
Respectfully...
Captaine Lee James Miller.
July 7th 2045.
When you get into a situation where absolutly nothing is in your control,
it makes you wonder sometimes.
And very often I've been in those circumstances
where all of a sudden,
you're not calling the shots, you're basically around for the ride.
I mean even on a simplistic note,
I lost a wheel of a vehicle,
of the van.
Couple of years ago, taking my son to school.
In really pretty heavy traffic.
It could have been an absolute disaster,
but all of a sudden I'm driving down the road
and the passenger wheel overtakes us.
I was along for the ride,
there was nothing I could do because I had no brakes, no steering
and it was just really fortunate that the van veered off to the right.
It could have gone into the incoming traffic, it could have been an all disaster.
It's really rather surprising
what flashes through your mind in those few split seconds
while this stuff is going on.
I mean you think about all sort of strange things.
But for people to remember me,
or, any, one particular thing,
I think it would be for the fact that never give up.
Just keep trying,
don't just accept it and say
"Yes this is what it is." Strive for something better.
Euh, the space station has been empty for a long time, right?
So when you get there, I mean, is there any housework to do?
I mean is there gonna be like dishes in the sink, you gotta clean up?
No, there is no house chores or dishes in space, thank God.
We haven't been in space in almost 20 years now, right?
How do you feel about that?
I feel so honored to be one of the first to be going back after so long.
A little nervous but... but excited.
Now I assumed that the testing and the preparation has been quite extensive.
Sorry about this projection, but it the only way we could reach you.
I can't tell you how relieve we are to have you here.
Now...
before we got ahead of ourself, we have to tell you something.
You are the last one.
It's all gone.
We understand how you might feel.
Connection is perhaps the most cherished thing any being can have.
That's the thing.
That's why we have been listening.
The place you see here is a scrap of sources.
A collection of memories and mementos of mankind brief existence.
You got to remember the good things,
and cherish the memories.
And go on on life and don't stop.
You only have to remember that what you have done in your life
may change what someone else is doing their life
and so therefore, your life continues in their eyes.
It's a good thing we found you.
We look forward to meeting you Lee.
Detecting live.
Verified location.
Good evening.
Tonight has been a wonderful experiment... of human contact.
A symbiotic relationship between man and machine,
and you.
The human brain is capable of millions of connections.
Each one is a memory, an event.
Tonight should not be remembering by one,
but by thousands of these relationships.
As you leave here tonight,
close you eyes and travel back to here,
to now.
And always remember that this was one moment, you were not alone,
and you felt something that thousands of others have felt.
And it was...
Love.