Oblivion

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JACK:
Earth, before the war.

New York, before I was born.

A place I've only

seen pictures of.

I know you...

But we've never met.

I'm with you...

But I don't know your name.

I know I'm dreaming. But it

feels like more than that.

It feels like a memory.

How can that be?

March 14th, 2077.

Five years since

the mandatory memory wipe.

And I'm still haunted

by these dreams.

Victoria and I were

assigned together.

In two weeks, our mission here will be

finished, and we'll join the others.

But the questions I ask,

she doesn't.

The things I wonder about,

she won't.

It's been half a century since the

scavengers destroyed our moon.

Forced to leave their own dying

planet, they came to take ours.

Without the moon, the Earth

was thrown into chaos.

Earthquakes toppled

cities within hours.

Tsunamis wiped

out what remained.

Then came the invasion.

We did what we had to do.

We used the nukes.

We won the war,

but lost the planet.

Left it contaminated.

Most of it uninhabitable.

What remained of humanity

had to leave the Earth.

We built the Tet,

our mission control.

A temporary space station

before the migration to Titan,

Saturn's largest moon.

Everyone's there now.

Well, almost everyone.

Until our tour is complete,

Vika and I do our job.

We protect the hydro rigs,

which convert Earth's sea water

into fusion energy

for the new colony.

The survival of humanity

depends on it.

Thank you for the coffee.

Remnants of the scavenger army

continue to disrupt the operation.

They attack our drones

at night,

and try to kill me

during the day.

There's still fight in them,

but I don't know why.

Mission says we have done well.

That we are an effective team.

Vika's my

communications officer.

She keeps an eye on me.

I handle drone maintenance.

The drones watch everything.

Vika can't wait to go.

Me, I'm not so sure.

I can't shake

the feeling that Earth,

in spite of all

that's happened...

Earth is still my home.

Jack Harper, Tech-49.

Morning, Bob.

Tower, comm check.

Drone Maintenance Technician

49, hydro rig support.

All Bubbleship systems

are green.

I'm good to go.

Copy, Tech-49, you're cleared.

Be careful out there.

- Always am.

- No, you're not.

Yeah, you're right.

I gotta work on that.

All right, Tet's coming

online in 30 seconds.

Relaying hydro rig coordinates now.

Confirm visual.

I got 'em. Hydro rigs

are sucking seawater.

You got 'em, Bob?

Drone 185 looks good.

Jack,

we've got two drones down.

Sh*t.

Stand by,

Mission coming online.

And we have Tet contact.

Morning, boss.

Tower 49,

this is Mission Control.

How y'all doing

this lovely morning?

Another day in paradise, Sally.

Uploading data now.

49 mission log.

Day 1642, hydro rig support.

- I have two...

- You have two drones offline.

Perimeter's compromised.

Copy that, relaying to Tech.

Stand by.

Jack, 166 is down in Grid 37.

Linking to beacon now.

You'll go there first.

Got it. On my way.

VICTORIA:
Mission, Tech-49 is

en route to Grid 37 now.

Can you plug that hole

with Drone 109?

Negative, 109 is in the dock.

Still waiting for parts.

Jack better find those drones

and get 'em flying.

Those rigs can't be

exposed overnight.

Copy that.

SALLY:
Tower,

didn't he fix 166 recently?

Jack has fixed all

the drones recently.

And, if we had the parts

that we've been asking for,

we wouldn't be running

a skeleton crew down here.

Understood.

We're doing the best we can.

- Are you an effective team?

- We are an effective team.

Your directive today

is to rehabilitate 166

and find 172.

Get 'em flying by sundown,

and I'll buy you two a round of

drinks when you get up to the Tet.

You had better be ready, Sally.

Two weeks now,

we're keeping track.

Okay.

Come on, Bob. Work

with me, here, buddy.

Tech-49?

Tech-49?

Jack?

- Copy, Tower.

- What happened? I lost you for a second.

Really?

JACK:
Coming up on location.

There it is.

I've got multiple scav kills.

Drone 166 put up

a hell of a fight.

Got any movement?

No sign of scavenger activity.

But I've got limited visibility, here,

Jack, due to low angle of Mission.

Copy that. I'm coming in hot.

Starting repairs.

Watch my back.

I always do.

You know,

I read about this game.

It was played right here.

The last Super Bowl.

Please don't tell me.

t was a classic.

A classic game.

Down by four.

The ball

was on the 50-yard line.

Seconds left on the clock.

The ball is snapped,

and the QB fumbles.

Disaster.

Looks like the game is over.

I'm reading the whole

central core off-alignment.

You don't have the necessary

tools down there.

And a new fuel cell is

not going to fix that.

But this QB runs back,

and picks up his own fumble.

Hold on, what did you just do?

There's a wall of linebackers

closing in on him.

So, he throws a long ball with

no idea who is at the other end.

A Hail Mary.

Eighty-thousand people

on their feet,

watching this ball

sail through the air.

Downfield is a rookie wide

receiver, third string.

He just leaps out of the pack.

Touchdown!

Contact! West contact!

VICTORIA:
Jack?

It's okay, Vika.

It's just a dog.

Hey.

Now, go on. You gotta

get out of here.

Go on, get!

Get out of here! Go!

Tech-49, Jack Harper.

You're welcome.

166 is back online.

Two drones shot down today. Ten fuel

cells stolen in just over a month.

These scavs are getting bolder.

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