Space Sweepers (승리호)

IN 2092, FORESTS VANISH AND DESERTS SPREAD.

FADING SUN AND ACIDIC SOIL CAUSE PLANTS TO DISAPPEAR.

FLEEING THE SICK EARTH,

UTS CORPORATION BUILDS A NEW ORBITING HOME FOR HUMANITY.

BUT ONLY A CHOSEN FEW CAN ASCEND.

Uh… sorry, but I'm a little short.

This is real rice. It's gotta be worth something. Should have tried--

Damn it! Stupid asshole!

The translator is malfunctioning again.

You always run out of money when you come here.

Ah, come on, guys. Okay, okay. Just wait a s…

I just wanna take a quick look. That's all. Is it really so hard?

-Come on! You guys make me pay-- -There's nothing to see!

If it was her, you'd get an alert!

How would you know, huh? Let me go! Hey! Just let me in this one time!

That's enough. Let him in.

But this won't satisfy me. Your magnetic boots are cool.

I found them yesterday, fixed them up myself, you know?

I was the only one on my ship without a pair--

Take them off.

Space shuttle crash.

Five days ago in the Kubuqi Desert.

Body was in a burnt-out escape capsule.

It matches the description.

Female, seven years old.

But…

-I told you it wasn't her. -

You're not gonna find her here on Earth.

I think she's already drifted too far.

You have money for the transit, Tae-ho?

Poor guy.

Hope was extinct.

The Earth was still breathing, but it was on life support.

With Earth no longer habitable, the only place left to go was up.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have just entered

UTS-governed interplanetary space.

Welcome to the orbit.

UTS RESIDENTIAL DISTRICT

Earth used to be the symbol of life.

Space, death.

Now, through the miracle of technology,

we can go fishing in a stream above the sky.

Children are again able to chase butterflies in vast green fields.

This is only the beginning for UTS.

You all know the voice.

Now you will be meeting the man himself.

Doctor, physicist, aerospace engineer, historian.

He's the wealthiest man in the world as well as the oldest at 152 years old.

Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to the founder of UTS,

the creator of our celestial paradise, the savior of humanity…

Mr. James Sullivan.

Mr… Mr. Sullivan.

The reporters from Earth are here.

Ah!

Hi.

This is genetically-modified Schefflera arboricola .

Produces eight times more oxygen than unmodified strains.

It's been responding rather well to natural fertilizer.

The growth rate is phenomenal.

This soil came from the surface of Mars.

Can you believe that?

Welcome.

Only kidding. Please, please.

As you are all aware,

at UTS, we have been carefully cultivating life on Mars

using the Tree of Life, the Super Plant.

Now, in three days' time…

when Mars is at its closest point to the orbit,

we will be announcing the grand opening of the new Mars colony.

This?

This isn't dirty.

Human beings are dirty.

Their crimes against nature are.

Which, I assure you, there will be none of in our new Eden.

There's something else that won't be in your new Eden.

95% of the human population.

They're still living on Earth, which has long turned into a living hell.

What about the people left behind?

Or the space laborers from Earth?

There is a humanitarian crisis unfolding before our eyes.

The purpose of today's press conference is--

No, no, it's… he's right. This is indeed a…

crisis which, as a company, we will be addressing.

Space is full of trash.

Expired satellites, abandoned space vehicles,

and leftover space construction materials

have collided to form millions of scrap metal parts

precariously floating in space.

Workers risk their lives to chase down space debris

flying ten times faster than a speeding bullet

just to be able to afford their next meal.

Look…

I will be the first to admit that our Eden is not perfect… yet.

But I would happily have a deeper conversation with you about this.

SOLAR BATTERY CHARGING AREA

Space debris, 1.7 tons. Just crashed with the satellite.

Probably came from the Lagrangian Point.

Speed's at seven kilometers per second, still slow.

Watch for jellyfish.

It won't matter what we haul if we nick UTS property.

It's going from District D 79.348 to 30.

The ones who just nicked that satellite better not follow us.

That'll cost you at least 800 dollars.

Easy. Gently.

They're not here, right?

- Who? - Who do you think?

I heard he went down to Earth yesterday.

They can't be back yet.

- -

- Fuck. -

VICTORY

Out of my way, you fucking amateurs.

Let's grab what's ours.

Step on it.

Victory. Upper deck gravity level 0.8 G's.

Magnetic compensation 1.2 G's.

Ah, move aside. I'll show you how it's done.

- Stay focused! - Stop them!

They're dragging it the other way!

Get them!

Grab it!

You fucking Victory sons of bitches!

- I'll kill the bastards! - Fucking assholes!

My, such dirty mouths.

Mmm-hmm, no imagination at all. Is all that swearing really necessary?

- -

- -

Hey, Park. They're gaining on us.

You heard the bot. Speed it up, Park.

I'd like to see one of them come down here and work this thing.

Time to wrap it up, guys.

They're getting away! Step on it!

You better stop before I get really fucking pissed.

Just catch them!

You are seriously going to take everything?

Get lost, Jang! We were here first!

Can't you share?

Think about the other ships!

Damn you!

You're confusing me with someone who gives a shit.

Solar panels ahead. Alter course. Alter course.

Uh, guys, can we stay clear of this?

You're dead if we catch you!

You'll go to hell for this!

- Human trash! - We'll get you next time!

This shit ain't ethical, Tae-ho!

Tell me how that's working for you.

Being all ethical, huh?

Ah, you are doing good. You're out here busting your asses.

Just to make a few lousy bucks, right?

- I'll fucking kill you. -

- You son of a bitch! - Hey, what… what's that?

Approaching UTS Residential District 3.

- What are you doing? Turn around! - Tae-ho, we're gonna crash!

- Turn around! - S hit! Stop!

If they had caught us inside UTS, we're dead!

- Watch out! - Look out!

- Well, there goes the antenna. - What a pain in the ass.

WASTE MANAGEMENT SATELLITE

Victory. Let me see.

Hmm, 210 kilograms of titanium.

480 kilos of reinforced carbon-carbon.

Aluminum honeycomb, 17. Other materials, 39.

That's a total of $584.

-And that car I brought? -The garage is full.

However, if you want to take it down from here to Earth,

you are going to need to pay an extra 70K for reassembly.

If you don't want to pay, you can put it back together yourself.

- -Oh!

I see here you broke an antenna off the jelly.

You need to pay $1,300 for that.

We can deduct it from your money and collect the rest from your account.

These here are for your taxes. Pay up.

Why show me cash?

If you're not gonna pay me, why show me the cash, huh? You pig!

- Give it to me! Hand it over! -