Secret Level

- Hey, - Beat it.

You got it.

Yes, sir. Someone's gonna be getting

an extra serving of Vitagruel.

Uh, me.

Amos.

I-I'm getting it.

Hi, friend.

Nutritious and tested.

Mmm. Mmm.

Oh!

Sprats!

Hey.

Mister, what's that say?

Uh, I can't do...

words.

Trust me, son,

you don't want no part of this job.

I'm an orphan on garbage duty.

Ain't a lot of jobs I won't do.

Okay, then.

It says: "Wanted:

Test subjects for Auntie Cleo Brand Research and Development.

Numa Experimental Station needs your body more than you do."

Numa? Did you say Numa station?

Um. That F-word... that a name?

Yeah, says here the lead scientist

is one Dr. Felicity Karo.

Hello? Please? Help.

Name's Felicity.

Nice to meet you, Amos.

Don't hurt?

Well, it feels like I got my skin peeled off and rolled in salt.

Here, try this.

Ooh! Well, that...

that tingles.

But it feels better already.

Really? You're not just saying that?

Oh, I never lie.

Because I made it myself.

What? That's wonderful.

You're wonderful.

Felicity.

Law, you made it.

Are you talking to me, son?

Excuse me.

- Hey, watch it. - Thank you, sir!

I want to do this. The testing for Auntie Cleo.

Look, you can't just walk in here

demonstrating that kind of malfeasance.

Sorry, my what now?

Tearing down company property.

Of course, the wind could've just blown it down,

in which case, you were just helping clean up the place.

Oh, no, I was the one tore it down.

Then you can't apply for this job

until you reimburse the company for stolen property,

trademark abuse, misappropriation.

Just say the wind blew it down.

Nope, I tore it down. I'm no good at lying.

I can see that.

How much?

75 bits.

'Tween you and me,

nobody with a lick of sense is

signing up for a job such as this.

Well, in a month's time, I'm gonna walk in here

and pay you to give me that job.

Like I said,

nobody with a lick of sense.

- Good luck to you, son. - I don't need luck.

She's the smartest person I ever did meet,

and so pretty and so funny.

And here I was, thinking, well, I'm never gonna see her again...

Ain't gonna be much longer, Auntie Cleo.

Honestly? You actually

like this Law-forsaken backwater world?

I do.

Uh, we got jobs.

Most of the time, we got beds.

What else could you want?

I want to do more.

Get off-planet and go where they invent stuff.

I want to help people.

I want to make things better.

You already make everything better.

But I could be making products that help colonists everywhere.

Yeah, but... your friends are here.

I don't have friends.

I've only got you, Amos.

Yeah, me too.

Amos! Amos!

They're making me an apprentice scientist.

I'm going to work for Auntie Cleo on Numa.

- Off-world? - Yeah!

Where the science is. Can you believe it?

Wow. Uh, when do you go?

Today. Thank the Law I don't have much to pack.

I'll tell you what, I've no need for any of this.

I'm going to Numa.

Seventy-five bits.

Hope you still remember me, Felicity.

Hey, colleagues.

You're not simply test subjects.

You're engaged in a noble effort:

the perfecting of Auntie Cleo products.

Your eyes are Auntie Cleo's eyes.

Your lungs breathe her air.

Even your thoughts are proprietary,

so do not even think of deceiving your supervisors.

Oh, I won't. I can't. Lie, I mean.

Really?

Tell me, then.

What's your biggest fear?

To live a meaningless life and then die alone.

Oh.

We're testing a new antacid today.

Rub it on your arm,

then we'll pour the acid over it.

This cream is formulated to keep your arm

mostly unscathed.

That's what? Uh...

There are rags to use in case you spill.

Uh, I-I don't think it's working.

It burns!

I... I didn't know I was signing up for this.

Untie me.

Sweet mercy, it burns! Aah!

Try to stay still, now.

I need clean results.

It's definitely not working!

It does not work!

How would you rate the effectiveness of the product?

I-It worked for a few seconds,

so I'd give it a fi... four.

When do we get to meet the other scientists?

Can you still feel your thumb?

Take one Carbolated Lung Tablet

and then step into the tank.

Let the water fill your lungs,

and then breathe for as long as you're able.

Subjects, step up to the ledge.

Ready?

Amos.

- Amos. - Amos.

Amos, say something.

Three out of ten.