"Half of North America can't log in to Facebook."

Alex's complaints made a chuckle sound in the entire screening room, but the laughter didn't have time to roll. Then everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, because the flying satellite fragments vented like meteor showers. The three humans looked so insignificant in the vast universe. They tried their best to try to return to the space station, but...

Too late.

Before Sharif could even start his jetpack, he was hit by debris and died on the spot.

Ryan is trying to leave the Hubble and return to the space station, but the umbilical cord used for security protection between him and the Explorer robot arm seems to be stuck and cannot be untied.

Alex came to help, and the two of them were speeding up, but before they could untie, the satellite fragments had already collided with Explorer and disintegrated instantly.

Ryan was tightly tied to a robotic arm, and the rotation acceleration was getting faster and faster, and there was no control or room for adjustment. Even Alex was helpless. She kept reminding, "Doctor, you must unbuckle, otherwise you will be taken away by the robotic arm!"

But Ryan was at a loss. This was not just three hundred and sixty degrees, or even seven hundred and twenty degrees, and one thousand eighty degrees quickly flipped. The whole world was turning upside down, and he had completely lost control.

"Listen to my voice and concentrate! I can't see you anymore! After a while, I will not be able to find you! Unbutton your buckle quickly, otherwise I will not see you anymore! Immediately!"

Alex's voice became cold and sharp, and continued to urge.

At the critical moment, Ryan finally unbuttoned his buckle, but the centrifugal gravity of the robot's high-speed swinging force threw Ryan out fiercely. He disappeared into the vast universe like an anti-aircraft gun. In the boundless darkness, he was like a speck of dust. Before he could struggle, he was swallowed by the darkness and completely disappeared.

The sound was no longer heard in the entire screening room, and even the sound of heartbeat seemed to have escaped into silence.

Shock, this is the real shock, which enlarged the magnificent contrast between humans and the universe to the extreme, and instantly detonated, leaving no time or space for reaction at all. Then it hit the hearts of every audience unexpectedly and burst into the extreme in its pupils.

...

Flip, keep flipping. Ryan lost all control and dependence in the universe and space. No matter how he waved his hands and feet, he could not find any point of leverage. Then he could only turn around in the boundless space helplessly. Alex's anxious inquiry sound could still be heard in his ears, but he could not answer.

The camera closer bit by bit, and finally frozen on the super-large close-up of the entire face, and even the pores can be clearly seen.

The pupils were filled with fear and panic, and they were trembling slightly, as if the pupils had been frozen in one direction, looking in the distance motionlessly, but the vague trembling confusion could be captured, not only panic and timid, but also a confusion that was at a loss and helpless.

He was searching hard, and the deep eyes were still looking for a glimmer of life, but his brain was already stiff, unable to think or operate. His mind was blank, with only fear and helplessness. His breathing became more and more rapid and shorter. A large fog could be seen on the glass mask of his helmet, like a barometer, clearly writing the chaos in his heart.

Gradually, gradually, the trembling of the pupils stopped, and the rapid breathing stopped like this. It was like a puppet that had lost its soul and had no vitality at all. Even the focus and focal length were slowly dissipating, and the light in the eyes was disappearing bit by bit.

Watching the mist on the glass mask disappear, the turmoil caused by fear and shock spread rapidly throughout the entire screening room.

There was no expression, no eyes, and no breathing. Ryan just stopped, not death, but stagnation, just like he was stunned after extreme fear and extreme impact, and even the breathing movement had been forgotten, as if he could escape the crisis as long as he held his breath.

The camera drilled into the helmet, entered the narrow space of the glass mask, almost pressed onto the cheek, capturing the slightest changes in the facial muscles. The visual shock further pushed to the extreme.

Ryan opened his mouth, and the muscles on his forehead and neck slowly tightened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and blue veins could be seen vaguely appearing, which means that even if he opened his mouth, he could not breathe any oxygen.

The almost documentary reality completely presents the crisis and chaos of the scene. You can even see despair and helplessness eating away the vitality bit by bit. It is really too cruel and too real. Every audience member couldn't help but hold his breath.

Until... the fear and panic finally disappeared, and the consciousness returned to the brain, and then it couldn't wait to start breathing heavily, and began to breathe violently again, or even greedy, using such actions to prove that you are still alive.

The breathing sounds in the screening hall also came one after another.

Then in the enlarged lens, you can see Ryan's pupils start to tremble again, but this time it was a little different. He was focusing, and he could clearly notice that he was focusing, trying to find a glimmer of life, fearing that he would miss any detail, so that he had to open his eyes wide with all his might, and a thin layer of water mist began to appear in the blood-filled eyes.

He immediately blinked quickly, trying to make the fog clear and make his vision clear again.

A small action fully demonstrated the bursting desire for survival. Then, the camera finally broke free from the constraints of the glass mask and returned to space, focusing on Ryan's upper body, quietly recording his survival and struggle.

Ryan began to search around quickly, determining his position, and returning his coordinates to Alex, hoping to wait for Alex to ask for help, but... he did not wait for any response. Whether it was Alex or Houston, he did not hear any sound.

He was the only one left in the vast universe, alone, floating endlessly, and the feeling of loneliness that was almost cold made him start to panic again, but this time it was a panic that was crying and tears. He turned his head with all his might, but could not find any figure.

"Is anyone?"

A whispering sentence, the slightly trembling voice revealed his helplessness and fragility. He was spinning in the boundless universe, slowly rotating, constantly rotating, towards a destination that he didn't know, and might just rotate forever.

Just as Ryan was almost giving up, there were only mumbling muttering and breathing in the universe, and Alex's voice rang again, "Dr. Stone, can you hear it?"

In an instant, the whole world became alive.

"Yes! Lieutenant Kovosky, I can hear it!" Ryan couldn't wait to respond, the urgent penetration of the screen was passed out.

Eighteen minutes, a full eighteen minutes of long shots, showing the vastness of the universe, the insignificance of human beings, the unexpected impact and the boundless loneliness. That kind of baptism of the soul has transcended the story and the characters themselves, pushing the shock of film art to an unparalleled extreme, and every audience can truly be in it and have endless aftertaste.

All details such as actors, cameras, special effects, etc. have become weapons in the hands of the director, creating a picture that cannot be evaluated or praised or felt. This is the greatest charm of film art!

As the movie just started, some people began to regret it and blinked accidentally, regretted that they did not focus more seriously, and regretted that they did not keep every frame in their minds. This is even more powerful than the impact brought by the time the "Avatar" was released in 2009.

Second brush? Now I've started looking forward to it.

In the quiet, Alex finally found Ryan according to the coordinates and used a buckle to connect the two of them. The lonely and fearful mood began to dissipate because he found a companion. Then Alex used his jet pack to return to the Explorer space station step by step and tried to contact the ground of Houston.

But the situation is not optimistic. The Explorer is seriously damaged and no signs of life are found at this moment; Sharif is also dead, and Houston has been cut off.

Now, Ryan and Alex are the only ones left in the entire space; and according to Houston's ground calculations, Alex speculated that in ninety minutes, they will be subjected to a second wave of fragment attacks, and there is really not much time left for them.

Because the Explorer has been basically destroyed and cannot be used; in desperation, Alex and Ryan had no choice but to go to the International Space Station and use the Soyuz to return to Earth.

The two of them used the push of their jet packs in space to travel a long distance to the International Space Station. Even as the oxygen volume dropped rapidly, Alex was still in the mood to admire the sunrise in space. The majestic orange-red light burst out, so beautiful that all languages ​​remained in his mind, just quietly admiring.

At this time, Alex started playing the cowboy tune again. In the vast universe, the familiar foreign tune echoed in his ears. The two figures slowly moved under the background of the vast universe, from grandeur to humble, from majestic to insignificant sense of loneliness burst out.

In the huge universe, it seems that there are only two of them.
Chapter completed!