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My name is John Crichton, an astronaut...
Radiation wave hit me...
I got shot through a wormhole...
Lost in some distant part of the universe...
On a ship, a living ship full of strange alien life-forms...
Help...
Listen please...
Is anybody out there who can hear me?
I'm being hunted by an insane military commander... Doing
everything I can...
I'm just looking for a way home.
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| There's
life out here, Dad. Weird, amazing... psychotic life. And, uh... in
Technicolor. |
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