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: Look at it! We don't even know what the hell that is. It can be just a light or a bomb or... Danika
: Or a sexual object; when you look right down to it, it looks like a...
[Nick interrupts immediately
: I'm in favor of order. I'd say right now order is up by one point with one minute left and chaos has the ball.
Dr. Kaela Evers
: When you said you'd been in worse situations than this, were you lying? Nick
: No. When we were falling toward the planet and the engines cut out? That was worse.
: I think you're making a big mistake, Captain. Nick
: [spins on his heels
] Oh, yeah? You want to clarify that? Karl Larson
: I'm offering you the opportunity of a lifetime and you're passing it up for all of us. Nick
: For all of us? Your opportunity of a lifetime has cost us the life of our ship's captain, it has endangered the lives of this crew, and it's wasting our critical time. All this for some half-baked delusional belief that you'll make yourself rich. There is no opportunity here and there is no us.
: [Nick notices a robot ambling about erratically
] God, what happened to your robot? Dr. Kaela Evers
: Nothing. Nick
: Really? I hope "nothing" doesn't happen to me.
: Look. Since we don't bring out the pleasant side of each other, why don't you tell me what the hell bothers you so much about me, so I can... Dr. Kaela Evers
: I don't like Hazen. It's just not a type-H mind-altering escape. I don't like what it does to people who take it; I don't like what they do to others. I used to know someone... Nick
: I'm not someone. Dr. Kaela Evers
: I didn't say you were. Nick
: There's nothing I can do to change the past, yours or mine. Dr. Kaela Evers
: [places unused Hazen-withdrawl medication in front of her
: Heal thyself, doctor.
: [about the alien object
] I'm not convinced we shouldn't just blow it out of the closest airlock. Karl Larson
: You can't be serious! Do you have any idea what you're saying? Nick
: I'm saying I don't know what the hell it is and nothing you've shown me or told me indicates that you do either. Maybe it is an alien artifact, maybe it's a magic trick. Maybe it's a distillation of knowledge from an advanced civilization, maybe it's just a toy, an alien's child toy. Danika
: Or an alien sex object; it looks like... Nick
] Or maybe it was something so dangerous that the only way someone could finally get rid of it was by burying it... maybe... it has no business being on this ship.
: I've found that staying clean is like staying alive... you either are or you aren't.