[Music]
We're go for main engine start
 
We have main engine start
Four
Three
Two
One. Zero. We have liftoff.
[Music & sound of solid rocket boosters firing]
[Music]
Ah, Houston we had a problem.
 
We had a [instinguishable error status]
 
Roger, please hold.
 
OK, stand by. We're looking at it.
[explosion and repeated warning beep]
[Audible warning]: Life support systems failure, oxygen levels critical.
[Astronaut gasps for air]
[Astronaut]: Oh sh.t
Life support systems failure, oxygen levels critical
[Astronaut flipping switches]
[Alert message disabled]
[music begins] [beep]
[Astronaut]: Echo 3-8 to control
Come in control...
Is anyone there... [echos]
[Music]
[Music]
[beep]
[Astronaut]: Is anyone there... [echos]
 
[Music]
[Music fades]
[Quindar beeps fade in and back out]
[Music fades in]
 
[Music]
[Music ends]
[The sound of crickets and a campfire fades in]
I don't have much time.
I still have that photo of us in the mountains.
It's so beautiful there.
I wish I could see you one more time.
Just one more time.
You never know how these things are going to play out.
...like there'll always be another tomorrow.
But who am I to tell Fate that I haven't had enough?
To tell Death, "Not yet, just one more day."
I've had a good run at this, 
filled with so many good things.
Despite all the troubles, the hardships and pain, 
all the nonsense that I ever stressed over
All my ambitions and the things I worked so hard for, 
vain attempts at making a name for myself
They were nothing at all.
Not when I think about how amazing my time has been
...with you
...and on this amazing planet we call "home".
So much beauty...
 
All that we worry about, 
or trouble ourselves with...
it can't compare to the joy of seeing the Sun, 
rising over the horizon
or witnessing the emerald green fields 
glistening after a summer shower
or passing through the snow-capped mountain ranges
that stretch far beyond the horizon
reaching out toward the sky and boasting
magnificent tales of their longevity
Or listening to the meditative mantra
of the Great Waters presenting itself
to you on the shoreline
Or lying on your back, gazing at the stars at night,
numberless, near eternal, 
like the possibilities in front of you.
the entirety of our cares or our
concerns that burden us in our short existence,
they pale in comparison to the
beauty that surrounds us
to the vastness of the oceans, or broadest of seas, 
to the enormity of this giant rock orbiting the Sun
to the incomprehensible size of our universe
and all the wonders that lie
eternally beyond our reach
So much beauty.
So much beauty.
[Sound of campfire and crickets fade]
[Ambient sound of space module fades in]
Look, you've got this finite window, 
you've been given this little memento from Death
a postcard to write your own story on
filled with moments of joy, suffering,
love, loss,
peace, conflict,
creativity.
Don't wait for someone else to write
your own story,
Or to come along and make it happen for you
you're the author, you're the poet
Fill your pages with your own tales 
of seeking wisdom,
showing kindness,
practicing the lost art of patience,
and finding every opportunity to show
love and compassion
Write your stories with an insatiable thirst, 
a thirst for making this moment count.
You only have this one moment,
and it's filled with so much beauty.
[Sound of ventilation shutting down]
So much beauty...
[taking his last breath]
So much beauty.
[The sound of Quindar beeps fading out]
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