Oblivion

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.

(THROUGH SPEAKERS) 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.

Shit.

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.

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.

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?

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 it 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 line backers 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!

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.

Well, the hydro rigs are taking all the water.

Once we're gone, they'll have nothing but dust and radiation.

This is bullshit.

We won the war.

Now we have to leave.

Two more weeks, Jack.

Then we'll be on our way to Titan.

Yep.

That drone is out there somewhere.

We just have to find it.

Without a beacon, that's like finding a needle in a haystack.

So we go to our ground game.

Tower, I've located 172

down a sinkhole.

No visual, but I can hear it.

Tet's so far off angle, I can barely see you.

How's it look?

It's good, it's good. There's no sign of scav activity on top.

Tet's offline in 15 minutes.

After that, you're on your own.

Mission, this is Tower 49.

Jack has located drone 172. Engaged in recovery now.

Requesting backup to his location ASAP.

I've got a visual on Drone 172.

Jack?

What the hell?

Shit.

Ha!

Jack!

Tech-49, Jack Harper.

Jack Harper, Tech-49!

Hey!

Oh, no.

Come on. Not my goddamn bike!

(READING) "How can a man die better Than facing fearful odds

"For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods"

Jack?

Yep, I'll be right there.

How does 109 look?

Can it fly?

Barely.