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Our lot? What do you mean?
She's a Grunt, Clara.
Neptune's gravity is pulling them apart, bit by bit!
I'm not from this station. I'm on a rescue mission.
- But sleep is... - Terms and conditions apply.
Well, we just arrived, you know, and there was nobody about.
He was the first of them to die.
Chopra, don't be anger.
But you said it was an encoded signal.
Deep-Ando, this is Chopra.
Don't say it. Please don't say it!
- Sleep dust?! - Sleep dust. - You're kidding!
Deep-Ando, may the Gods look favourably upon you. Deep-Ando...
sleep claims us in the end.
Septembrie 26, 1972
'Human contact not advised.'
Where's the crew?
I could take a look at that, you know. Triangulate the signal.
Hide AND seek! Why do they miss out words? It's infuriating!
Evolving new ways to infect.
in my mind
- Aargh! - No!
Yaaaargh!
It's like smuggling a jam jar full of germs through customs.
Do you see it yet?
You and your cargo?
'This one's obvious from the markings, isn't it?
I wanted to get out of there.
- So, what happened? - From the beginning of time?
To turn that extra profit.
- What are these? - Morpheus? - Morpheus?
- from inside the pod, Chopra, for the Gods' sake! - Feel better?
Semi-sentient. It thinks it knows what's good for you.
What Great Catastrophe?!
They speak to me...
The creatures... can't see.
Septembrie 21, 1972
Nearly there, kiddies.
I don't know who did this to you,
OK, how, Doctor, how can those things be made of sleep dust?
it wasn't just my alibi. It was my plan.
Septembrie 18, 1972
What the hell are you talking about?
just because everything's all sort of hi-tech and future-y.
is a man who hasn't slept in five years.
What the hell are they?
'This is Chopra.