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A group of astronaut explorers succumb one by one to a mysterious and terrifying force while collecting specimens on Mars.
Rebecca Lane: I keep wondering if he's still in there. Trapped inside his own body, with no control. Vincent Campbell: Sounds like hell to me. Rebecca Lane: Do you think any part of us survives after death? Vincent Campbell: I don't know. It's a little bit above my pay grade.
Rebecca Lane: What are our options? Vincent Campbell: Well, wait for dawn. The sun should charge the battery in about an hour, give use enough juice to make it to the landing site. Rebecca Lane: And what if they track us down before then? Vincent Campbell: Then we'll just have to run them over - and over and over, until they stop getting up.
[last lines] Vincent Campbell: There's a pretty good chance I'm infected too. If that's the case, I've got just enough fuel left to drop out of orbit and burn up in the atmosphere. At least it'll be quick. You should get this in about 15 minutes, so, uh, I guess I'll be waiting. Five eleven Zulu, Aurora lander out.
[first lines] Rebecca Lane: First big one of the season. Vincent Campbell: Yep. It's heading right for base. Rebecca Lane: It's gonna mess up Kim's dig. She's not gonna like that. Vincent Campbell: Yeah, well, I don't like it much either. Rebecca Lane: There's a surprise. Lighten up, Vince, a bit of dust never hurt anyone. Vincent Campbell: It's not the dust I'm worried about.
[last lines] Charles Brunel: You'll never get/go home