Self-photo of Valentine Michael Smith during transit to Mars. Director Smith pictured following the glockenspiel score to the second act of Siegfried from Der Ring des Nibelungen during his off-time.
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Video opens to Ishii approaching a table containing the Site-207 crew. Palmer pours a liquid nutrient slurry into a tube weaved through her neck brace while Osederas spoon feeds Zhou. The chef leaves an individual plate in front of each of the uninjured before taking a standing position opposite the director.
Smith: Finally, a return to normalcy. I worried I would be doomed to instant potatoes for the rest of this mission.
Osederas: Takeo was a huge help. Zhou has vomited every hour since he woke up this morning. Just the cleanup work he's provided alone has kept me on schedule for their rehabilitation.
Palmer: Or, you know, you could thank him for being your makeshift nurse for the past 48 hours straight.
Smith: Hm? Are you having an issue with the care you have received, Claire? We have to make do with the makeshift given our circumstances.
Palmer: I'm just fine with makeshift. How about you, Valentine? I heard you had a grueling battle with a terribly serious stomach issue.
Osederas: Claire. Can you not?
Fyodorov: I will second that. What is for dinner, chef?
Ishii: I thought we could use a morale boost so I made the first saffron harvest for tonight's main course. Seared tilapia with saffron rice.
Smith: Ah, the saffron makes its debut! Rice is fluffed nicely, fish is perfect. You have to tell me, Takeo, how did you manage to pull this off?
Ishii: Well, some of the crocus flowers on the southern end of the greenhouse -
Smith: (Interrupting) Oh no, not that, chef. The saffron is no mystery to me at all.
Ishii: I'm sorry, director, but I don't understand.
Director Smith lowers his face towards his plate and takes a breath.
Smith: Why, I can only just barely smell the Bay of Bengal on this. How did you manage that, chef?
The other members of Site-207 personnel watch Director Smith cut into his fish and consume it along with the rice in silence. The scraping of cutlery fills the audio followed by a wet gurgling noise from Palmer.
Osederas: She's vomiting! Someone help me free her jaw!
Palmer: (While gagging) Mor…ale.
Zhou: Morale.
Osederas: Morale.
Camera feed joins Doctor Osederas to show Palmer grabbing at her own throat. Ishii looks back at Smith who continues to eat his dinner as Commander Fyodorov rises from his chair and approaches the director.
Fyodorov: Morale.
Smith: You can't make me forget the promise you made, Pyotr. You can't make me forget all of my… all of our fuckups in the pursuit of it. We're going to keep fucking this up until our patron either perfects us or nuts up enough to delete us. So crack my skull a little harder this time! Give them a tantrum worth rolling their eyes for! (While laughing) You can pancake my cranium if that would help! Please. Do something new. Give me hope!
Commander Fyodorov grabs Director Smith by the back of his head and forces his face into the meal in front of him. The commander proceeds to strike the director's face against the table a total of 25 times.
Fyodorov: You caught me again. Now you're just jacking yourself off.
Director Smith speaks despite the dislocation and fracturing of his jaw in three places.
Smith: And we are at dinner too! Forgive me!
Palmer gasps for air off-camera. Fyodorov hurdles over the table to assist Osederas with Palmer as the camera remains fixed on Smith.
Osederas: Claire, nod if you can breath!
The director rises from his dinner plate with the sound of bones moving. He faces the camera as his mandible fuses itself back together.
Smith: Now, where is my fork?
A fork flies across the room at 75 m/s and strikes Director Smith in the forehead, lodging itself an estimated 20 cm into his cranium. Smith falls back into his chair for 7 seconds before rising again.
Smith: Well, there goes our table manners. Also, a fork? You're getting desperate, Pyotr.
Fyodorov turns to stare at the camera as the wall behind Smith evaporates. The noise of air escaping the dining room covers the screams of personnel until there is insufficient atmosphere to convey sound. Ishii's hands come into view for a moment as he covers his mouth and the sound of his breathing returns as the sole audio input.
The feed pans over to Fyodorov who looks into the camera and nods at Ishii before covering his own mouth with fabric from his shirt. Osederas motions towards Zhou to Ishii's left before she places a hand on her own and Palmer's mouths. Camera briefly moves to show Zhou vomiting before Ishii's hand descends to cover his lips. The video turns back to show Smith materialize a spear in his right hand. The following audio is transcribed by lip reading.
Smith: Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after. Here are we, afraid of me, in this Sisyphean disaster.
The spear levitates above Director Smith's right index finger before being launched forward with a flicking motion. The video shifts to show Commander Fyodorov's remaining upper torso falling upon his severed legs. The feed follows the projectile's path through where Doctor Osederas's head once was until it focuses on a plume of dust on the side of Olympus Mons off in the distance.
The video shakes before it shows Ishii dragging Zhou's cot towards Palmer. The sound of Ishii's breathing ceases as his hand reaches over Palmer's mouth. Camera pans back to Director Smith as he dusts off his clothing and floats towards Olympus Mons at a speed of 5.4 meters per second. Ishii pulls Palmer and Zhou out of their cots and towards the botany bay airlock behind them while maintaining a focus on the director.
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