TOMORROW AND I
THIS SERIES IS SET IN A FICTITIOUS FUTURE
AND IT HAS BEEN CREATED SOLELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES
Engage the heart charging mechanism.
Launch the heart charging protocol.
Prepared energy awaiting transmission to the synthetic heart.
Successful transmission of energy.
Hey, Nont.
Come here. Listen, I have good news.
Nont, I was actually right!
A low gravitational force enables the cardiomyocytes to form into a heart
better than on earth.
Once I've carried out a proteomic analysis
and get a full picture of the underlying mechanism,
we'll be able to 3D print actual hearts.
No longer will there be donor waiting lists.
When I get back to Earth,
I'll hurl these hearts back at those old dinosaurs
who said my work will never come to anything.
I'll make them hang their heads in shame.
That sounds good. I'm with you.
Oh, now that you can print hearts on demand,
don't forget this old heart of mine.
Okay?
Hey!
Harvey!
Aww!
Sure, go on and pet him.
You've been trying to pet him for three years, but you can't.
I can imagine.
Do you miss your mom? Hey?
Oh, I miss you so much.
Please, come back soon. I've got a gift for you.
What?
Here we are. Aw!
Harvey bought it, you know?
Oh, yes, he knows what his mom likes.
He often complains
that he feels bad for his mom missing out on her favorite snack.
Because ISA forbids it in space.
They say that if you bite into it, it will turn into--
Turn into what, Harvey?
Aw! Woof.
Into nanoparticles that can clog up the engine of the spaceship.
Aww!
Oh, funny!
Watch it.
Nont.
Thank you.
For what? For the snack?
Not that.
I'm serious.
Well…
for letting me come out here to follow my dream.
There's no one else in this world,
other than you, who would just let me be myself.
Also…
I'm sorry.
Hey!
Why are you sorry?
You're back in 10 days, aren't you?
Mm-hmm.
When I'm back, I'm going to make everything up to you.
I'll be all yours,
yours and only yours.
Pinky promise?
Our pinkies don't touch.
Use your imagination.
-I'll talk to you later. -Bye.
Yeah. Bye.
No one expected this
to be the final voyage for the astronaut Doctor Kanitthapada Sompong Na Dara,
known as Dr Noon, the first female Thai astronaut.
The International Space Agency said
that as the space shuttle was re entering the earth's atmosphere,
a fire broke out in the air supply system,
which led to the premature depletion of the oxygen supplies
for the astronauts prior to landing.
Doctor Noon's body has been preserved using cryonics
in preparation for 100-day-long funeral rites,
before cremation is carried out in accordance with Buddhist practices.
Her husband, Mr. Nont, has just come out. Let's hear what he has to say.
Who do you think should take responsibility for this?
-Do you miss her? -Why will you do that?
-Why didn't you stop her? -Did you ever try?
Why didn't you stop her going to space?
-Any comments? -How do you feel? Anything to say?
Did you?
-Mr. Nont, why did you not stop her? -Any comment?
Mr. Nont, you're not saying anything. Can we get a comment?
Mr. Nont, a comment, please.
Are you okay?
Mr. Nont. Mr. Nont!
TWO MONTHS LATER
Do you like this picture?
I noticed you've been staring at it.
Uh…
this is my design.
Oh.
I see.
I'm kind of curious why you designed it
in this way.
If you look at the others,
virtually all of them are ultra modern.
-This is different. -So I put it here.
Is there a concept behind it?
Um…
To be honest, there's not much to it.
I was reflecting on…
the feelings of the people who will live on the moon.
How lonely they will be.
They'll be homesick, missing life on Earth.
So I thought of a house design
where they'll feel less homesick when they live there.
I guess.
To tell you the truth, there's not much to it.
It was for my thesis.
I just went with my feelings.
In reality, I doubt it could be constructed.
I guess.
It sounds crazy, doesn't it?
Not really.
In fact, ISA has plans to establish permanent human residences on the moon.
In fact, they've been surveying and planning for several years.
And the human factor is considered one of the top priorities.
Because when humans go there, the place should feel like home to them.
The home you envisioned might seem a little out there.
My opinion is that it hits the brief for a human habitat,
for those who actually go to live on the moon.
I'm nerdy.
I don't think so.
Mmm… Well,
if I ever
get to live on the moon one day,
I'd like
to have a house that's cozy like that.
A real home to live in,
just like the one you designed.
Mm.
Oh, gosh.
So, was your professor critical of you?
The other works are all quite serious.
What do you think?
As you can see, they placed my piece at the rear.
Oh!
I'm Nont.
Architecture major.
I see.
I'm Noon,
med student.
I see.
That old rundown building.
Yeah.
Let's grow old together.
I'll take care of you.
-Noon. -What?
Let's take a break.
-I'm tired. -Come on you're so lame.
-Man up. -Ah, give me a break.
-Come on. -Ah!
-Let's go. Hurry up. -You have no mercy.
Come on. It's good for your heart. Keep going.
-Oh gosh. -Let's go. Move it.
-Are you okay? -We can try the treadmill.
-We got a double-yolk egg. -Let me see.
Mmm, looks appetizing, but we eat fried eggs a lot.
I'm getting sick of them. I'm craving some other round things.
Aren't you, Busty?
Other round things? How about we have this?
-Noon. -Yes.
-Your friend's here. -Who is it?
Aww!
Hey!
-Daddy deserves a reward. Give him a kiss. -No way. No kiss. No, go away.
Kiss him. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.
-Harvey! Good boy. -What? Harvey?
Harvey.
-You've named him? -Yes.
-That was fast. -How cute.
Gosh.
But if I go…
we won't get to see each other for three years.
If I stay out all the way out there,
you'll be all alone.
It's not fair on you to have to wait for me.
I'm not going.
But Noon you can't be serious.
ISA reached out to you personally.
This is a rare opportunity.
You should go.
I know you want to.
Hm?
If you don't pursue your dream,
I'll be unhappy as well.
Just go.
When you return,
we'll still have the rest of our lives.
It's only three years.
We'll be fine.
Harvey.
Harvey is now in a better place.
I'll buy you a new one. Harvey is now in a better place.
Welcome to Sheep Happens, where cloning is caring.
Using ingenious AI technology
to control the CRISPR gene editing process.
A technology owned by Sheep Happens.
We can, in this way, assure
that your beloved pets will come back to life
with 100% of their original memories.
-Hey there. Do you remember me? -Welcome back.
Any problems, bring it back here, anytime.
Tank, do you remember your daddy, Tank?
How you doing?
Nont?
Are you here to get Harvey vaccinated?
How are you coping?
Are you feeling better?
I came today
to ask you for a favor.
What is it?
Excuse me, Dr. Vee, the Siamese cat-cloning trial has failed.
How could it?
I want you to clone Noon.
Nont.
This isn't something to joke about.
I'm not joking, Vee.
I mean it.
You do know that human cloning is illegal, right?
I do know that, but--
How much would it cost to make a clone of Noon?
-Just give me the number. -Noon. Noon, Noon, Noon.
Get a grip.
Look. I can understand how upset you are
because you just lost Noon.
But how could you be certain that Noon would agree to what you're suggesting.
I'm sure she'd be okay with it.
Her research focused on printing 3D hearts.
Her view was that human body parts are replaceable.
You know that.
Did you see the news?
On the news, everyone was grieving the loss of her talent.
What she was working on, if it succeeds, could help so many millions of people.
What reason would anyone have not to bring Noon back?
You're a scientist, just like her.
You understand, don't you?
Didn't you tell Noon?
That you didn't want to stop at dog and cat cloning?
I can't help you with this.
You still remember Noon's question… about the doctor and the criminal?
My answer remains the same.
As I gave her that day.
Imagine you're a surgeon…
about to treat another doctor,
and they've had a congestion heart failure.
This doctor is a genius,
well-liked and has saved countless lives.
There's only one viable treatment option for this doctor,
which is an emergency heart transplant
to be done right away.
But at the same time, it just so happens
that a suspected murderer is shot by police and sent to you.
His heart would take if it was to be transplanted
directly into the doctor.
What would you do?
Who's inclined to save the doctor?
Show of hands.
You, sir, what do you say?
Where do you stand?
Well… that doctor is a lovely, and a hero, like you are as well.
So helping the doctor is a no-brainer.
Don't get mad. It's a joke.
Um… I'd probably want to save the doctor.
Because they are obviously more capable and knowledgeable than I am.
If you save the doctor,
they could continue to live on
and then make the world better.
Okay, right?
In fact, this conundrum is actually a classic one.
No answer is fully wrong or fully right.
Wouldn't it be better not to have to decide
which one to save?
3D organ printing…
…is an idea conceived to tackle this very issue.
The 3D-printed heart is made from the patients own cells,
which means, one, a donor is not necessary.
The patient's not waiting for a donor to die.
Two, we know for sure
that the created heart will be compatible with the patient
and will not be rejected,
because it's grown from their own body.
Organ printing is not an original idea.
But no one has, as yet, succeeded.
This is because when we print an organ,
The gravity of earth presses down on the cells
causing them to grow in a flat shape.
Because of this, they are unable to assemble into 3D.
And now, after a five-year study,
we are able to test the bioprinter in outer space,
to test if these organs can be created,
then how we successfully make it work back on earth.
I must honestly say I am very excited about our discoveries.
And this time, our hard work will be a success.
This journey
will give humanity breakthroughs and glimpses
into an entirely new world.
I trust that.
You want the cloning to work, don't you?
Keep at it.
It's so difficult.
Hey. If I can pull it off,
I'm going to make ten clones of Ryan Reynolds.
As if the clone would be into you.
I can modify his genes to make him attracted to me.
Get back to work.
Hurry. Dream big, and make it happen.
Vee.
If that criminal could save the doctor…
then I would want to be that criminal.
Do you get what I'm saying?
I might know the procedure.
But I've never cloned a human being.
I cannot guarantee that it'll work, Nont.
Hm.
Hello, Mom.
Noon's family had her body cryogenically preserved, right?
That's right.
You need to get her parent's permission
to transfer her body to our lab.
That way, we'll be able to extract her brain.
Her brain?
We're talking about memories
before we start cloning her.
We need to get hold of the memories in her brain.
This is so we can transfer the data to the clone
and bring the old Noon back.
That's absurd.
Do you even know what you're saying?
Yes, I know, sir.
I know that cloning is presently illegal.
But Noon's expertise
could help millions of people.
Don't you feel it's a waste?
Last year, a lab overseas
attempted human cloning.
-It produced something hideous. -I'm aware of that.
But there's also a chance it will succeed. You know that.
What if it fails, Nont?
How many dogs had to die to successfully create one clone.
Then we'll try again.
And again, if necessary.
What?
You'll kill Noon over and over.
-She's not a guinea pig. She's my-- -No, that's not my intention, sir.
Noon is in a better place now.
She's paid back all her karma.
Just let her go.
But, ma'am, I think…
that isn't a consideration.
We should consider your crazy cloning notion.
Her soul is on a journey to a higher realm,
a better place.
Why would you want to drag her back here to suffer?
Did having a world-class scientist for a daughter
make you any less blinded by religion.
Listen.
Watch what you say.
-Blinded nonsense. -What's ascending to a higher realm?
What is heaven and hell?
Do they even exist?
Is there even any proof? What century are we living in?
-Nont. -Those are the beliefs…
That make you blind to reason.
-You've gone too far. -I don't think I have, sir.
-What will become of her work. -I said no, and I meant it.
What about Noon's dreams? They're real too.
More real than what you're saying. Why don't you want to bring her back?
Stop arguing.
You have no say when it comes to my daughter.
I do! I'm her goddamn husband.
Nont, if you really love her…
please, let her go.
I beg you.
Do you think I don't love her?
Are you sure it's me who doesn't?
-To Ratana Hospital. -Received.
Determining route to Ratana Hospital.
I'd like to request that my wife's body be transferred.
I'm relocating to another province. I'd like the body there for the funeral.
I'm sorry, sir.
-It's out of office hours. We're closed. -You're closed?
Isn't it only 7 p.m.? Don't you normally close at 8?
We closed early today.
Um, but I'm leaving here tomorrow.
Can you help me out?
I'm sorry, sir, all of our staff have gone home.
-Can I pop in quickly to see my wife then? -You can't.
Not even for a brief visit, say 5 or 10 minutes?
Hey. You fucking with me?
You keep saying no to all my questions!
Are you married?
Imagine it was your wife who was dead. How would you feel?
-Security get in here! -Hey, come on!
Hands off!
Don't touch me.
All right. All right.
I apologize. I'm sorry.
I just lost my head a bit. I want to go in there. I want to see my--
-You should leave. -Hey!
I said I'm sorry.
What more do you want?
What the fuck are you staring at? I said sorry. Now let me in!
How much do you want? You tell me. I'll wire it to you.
Go on. How much do you want? Huh?
-How much? -Let's go.
-Who the fuck are you? -Come on.
-Damn it! Let go of me! -I said come with us.
]Nont] Shit.
I'm only asking that you let me in briefly to see my wife.
-You'd better watch your back! Let go. -Come on.
Fucking let go of me!
Let go of me!
I'm a customer. Is this how you treat your customers?
If you keep this up, we will call the police.
Go right ahead.
Mr Nont showed up here demanding to see Dr Noon
as you predicted.
The guy sure is stubborn.
Next time, I don't think I'll be able to turn him away using the same excuse.
I've decided we'll no longer keep the body 100 days.
Tomorrow, I'm going to move the body to the temple
and proceed with the cremation.
Yes, Sir.
-Thank you, Doctor. -My pleasure.
-Thank you. -I'm not having an injection.
Mom, come on now.
This vaccine is a new one from America.
Everyone wants it. It's not cheap, you know?
I don't want an injection.
You don't know what they'll put into you. They fill you with bacteria.
And if I die, how will you manage?
You'll be okay, Mom. This is the way things are.
You've been on Tiktok again. You need to put your cell away.
You turned yourself into a monster. Fine. Go and get jabbed, but no jab for me.
Oh, Mom.
What's happening. What is it?
Fire!
Please, calm down.
Everybody stay calm. Don't trample each other. Be careful.
You must come back.
I will.
You must come back no matter what.
Mm-hmm.
Are you taking the body with you today, sir?
Hm.
Ok. Follow me, please.
I told you to get permission from her family,
Not-- Not for you to…
Did you ever think what would happen if you got caught?
You said it yourself…
that we needed her brain.
Do you really think what I just did…
was it easy to pull off?
You do what you have to do.
I'll take care of the rest.
You don't need to worry.
I'm not worried for myself. I'm more worried about you.
If I didn't do it today…
it would never stop haunting me.
I beg you.
I beg you, Vee.
Will you please see this through for me?
If we're unable to retrieve her memories…
this will all have been for nothing.
And that'll be it.
The brain of a dead person is extremely fragile.
Every attempt to extract the detail of the memories
can cause irreparable damage to the neurons.
Because of this inherent danger, we only have one shot at this.
-Let's do this. -Hm.
Proceed to reassemble the memory.
Searching for every memory available.
Where can you find a better husband than this?
-Are you charging for this? -Free of charge.
There are special services.
-Like what? A free face massage? -This foot is done.
Warning. Information incoherent.
-Confirmation required to proceed. -What's happening, Vee?
-Warning… -Don't be alarmed.
The AI detected certain conflicting threads in her brain.
Conflicts?
The AI is trying to categorize the memories.
When it detects an inconsistency, it sends out a notification.
For example, Noon worked as a doctor, as well as an astronaut.
The AI is trying to judge to whether both memories are accurate.
Our job is to confirm that both are true.
We don't normally come across this when we work with a pet's brain.
With a human brain, we have a complex memory system.
Does that mean
we have to be on standby to verify the information?
Correct.
This process will probably take several days.
Warning. Information incoherent.
-Does it have to be this detailed? -That's how it is.
Don't worry. You should go. I'll handle this.
Confirmation required to proceed.
-I'll leave it to you. -Okay.
-Hey, Noon. -Yes?
You've got corns.
-You're making it up. -For real. Look.
Are you crazy?
Really.
The feet are done, next the face.
Can you wash your hands?
-Let's do your face. -wash your hands!
-You know. -What?
How about when you come back…
-Hmm? -Let's try for a baby.
Yeah?
That's in three years time. Your eggs will be about ready.
I'll help you.
Yes.
Let's eat.
What's up, Vee?
There's an anomaly?
I'm on my way.
If you've changed your mind about bringing her back,
we can put a stop to this.
Freeze!
-Don't move! -Take him down.
-Lie down. -Now.
-We got him. -Wait.
Don't move.
Sit down.
News just in a court has ruled that Mr Natthanont is guilty
of desecration of a human corpse and disorderly conduct,
setting off an alarm illegally, and stirring up chaos,
resulting in a public disturbance.
It wasn't my intention to have him put away.
Tell us more.
I just wanted him to bring my daughter's head back.
So we could proceed with her funeral rights. That's all.
Mr Natthanont has refused to cooperate with the investigation.
The court has sentenced him to three years in prison,
effective immediately.
Still unclear what the motivation was behind his actions.
Social media is flooded with discussions regarding this matter.
Some say Mr Natthanont's mental health was seriously affected by the loss.
More important at the moment is to discover
the whereabouts of Dr Noon's head.
THREE YEARS LATER
Hello.
I'm Nont.
What's up, Vee?
I'm on my way.
What happened, Vee?
Why have you stopped?
Warning.
Information incoherent.
Warning. Information incoherent.
What's this?
Noon was reading about sex reassignment surgery.
What's so strange?
She wanted to be a doctor.
Well, this episode took place about 13 years ago when she was 19.
Just keep watching, and you'll understand.
This hairstyle is ok.
-It needs styling, though. -Hm.
I can't believe you did it.
You're too much, really.
Come on.
Everyone goes through this in their teens.
Isn't it normal?
What you're seeing in her brain
is something carefully tucked away in her deep memory.
The red dots, you can see all over,
are a clear indicator that these feelings don't just come and go.
They represent her core beliefs and her true self.
How can you tell that the system hasn't misinterpreted it?
Warning. Significant data detected in Deep Memory.
Warning. Significant data detected in Deep Memory…
Piecing together her memory fragments is like solving a jigsaw puzzle.
The AI tries to identify the problematic pieces,
Then it protects them and does a work around
to build a memory duplicate faithful to hers.
This clearly shows that there's no error in the assembly.
There are two underlying images here.
I (MR. / MRS. / MISS)
I've decided I'm going to tell Mom.
Mom.
Mom, please say something.
You understand me, don't you?
Just put it on. You don't have to wear it for long!
Please, Noon…
Or--
You will wear this dress.
I don't want to wear that dress, Dad.
Dad, please, don't hurt her.
All I want is for my daughter to be a normal girl,
not a freak like this.
Why?
Didn't I raise you well?
Dad.
I don't want to be a girl.
What do you expect me to say?
You can be anything as long as you're a good person.
Can you do this one thing for me?
Can I have my daughter back? My little girl.
None, please.
MR.
MISS
Noon's obsession with science
was a healing distraction
as she focused on her new goal.
-Hey. -Hmm?
Are you really not going to date Tor?
You spend all day in this lab?
You should live a little.
So what? I like working.
I can't be bothered with other stuff.
You want the cloning to work, don't you?
Keep at it.
You sure you want to marry him?
Hm.
You shouldn't have to just because of dad.
At least…
it will get me out of this house.
Warning. Information incoherent.
Confirmation required to proceed.
Warning. Information incoherent.
Confirmation required to proceed.
Warning. Information incoherent.
Confirmation required to proceed.
I'm starting to question everything.
Uh?
Why do I feel like I've been deceived?
Huh?
If you've changed your mind about bringing her back…
we can put a stop to this.
Fuck!
I was reflecting on the feelings of those people who will live on the moon.
How lonely they'll be.
So I thought of a house design
where they'll feel less homesick when they live there.
Well,
if I ever get to live on the moon one day,
I'd like
to have a house that's cozy like that.
A real home to live in.
Just like the one you designed.
Didn't you say that you loved her and missed her?
You were even willing to risk your life.
Why have you suddenly started questioning her love for you?
Thinking Noon had deceived you.
I don't believe she did.
So, be honest with me.
What's so good about Noon? How did he win you over?
Well, it is time to settle down.
You serious?
Don't be silly. Tell me the truth. I want to know.
Hm…
Well… when I'm with him,
he doesn't expect anything of me.
He makes me feel at ease,
and I can just be myself.
This may sound simplistic.
But I'm genuinely at ease.
She was just born different.
Simply swapping one chromosome,
from an X to a Y,
would make her a man like she'd always wanted.
People who are born
with body dysphoria
they have struggles.
It's as if…
they're without a home.
She was looking for someone…
who felt like home to her.
You were just that person.
The guy who wanted to build a wood cabin on the moon.
The one she always talked about.
You won't be living in misery for the rest of your life?
I won't.
Being with Nont I know I'll be happy.
Thank you so much.
It was Nont who saved me.
Open the door! Open the door now!
Vee.
Listen to me carefully.
The police are here to arrest me.
Wait. What are you talking about?
I don't have much time.
Listen carefully.
Stop cloning her.
I understand.
Stop cloning her.
As I want her to be.
I want you to clone her…
the way that she wanted to be.
You can do that.
You said you just change X to Y chromosomes.
Yeah, that's right, just change X to Y.
Please, relay this message to Noon.
Tell her to be herself.
Go be yourself, Noon.
I love you, Noon.
Freeze. Don't move!
Get up!
This is as far as I'm allowed to go.
I hope your journey from here…
is full of wonder and joy.
May you accomplish all that you set out to achieve.
Allow me…
to use the name Nont.
How are you doing?
Are you adjusting all right?
And…
how have you been spending time?
Does anyone know?
-That you're… -Slow down, Nont.
How do you expect me to answer all these questions?
Right now, I'm back doing research on heart printing.
And also, ISA has provided funding.
So I'm considering branching out into other organ research.
Ah.
Is that space research?
We're now able to clone humans. Why go to space just to print organs?
If your body is a house,
your organs are like the decor.
If a chair is broken,
then you make a new chair.
You don't need a new house.
Um… did ISA do a background check on you?
Mm.
I told them the truth.
-Uh? -Well…
It's ISA.
If you're going to work for them, they're going to screen you.
So I decided to be honest.
They've already taken care of my new identity and all the paperwork.
Hm.
I'm very glad.
That they understood.
They're progressive,
though they had one condition.
I had to join the first lunar colonization program.
I leave in three months.
Another spaceship.
Aren't you afraid?
Go be yourself, Noon.
I love you, Noon.
Someone once said that fear will kill our ability
to make new discoveries.
Whereas courage
will make sure we are remembered long after we have departed this world.
I'm grateful for your courage, Nont.
In the future,
if you do something for someone else,
make sure you consult them.
You can put yourself first sometimes.
Whoa!
Your punch has gotten stronger.
You mentioned…
permanent lunar colonization.
Does that mean…
we'll never get to see each other again.
We can always enjoy a video call if we're lonely.
Or perhaps you can save up for a trip to the moon.
Or if not…
we'll see each other in memories.
Thank you.
There's no one else in this world,
other than you, who would just let me be myself.
So this is what having…
a family is about.
Doctor Nont, what do you have to say
about the organ printing project you've been running the last five years?
The last five years have proven to be quite successful.
We now have the capability to print hearts, kidneys, and spleens.
At present, we're transitioning to even more complex organs,
such as, an eye, for instance.
That is indeed wonderful news.
But this has come at the cost of you having to relocate to the moon.
How's it been living there for so long?
Do you miss your life on Earth? Do you miss your home?
Doctor Nont.
Doctor Nont?
Uh, the signal.
Do I miss my home?
I do miss it sometimes.
Someone taught me that as long as you have love,
and understanding,
any place could be your home.
Wow, that's quite a quote.
I'm really happy for Noon.
I wonder who that special person is.
She's finally managed to fulfil her dream.
Hm.
What Noon does is helpful to a great deal of people.
But there's no place
for black sheep in this world.
Some day, Nont.
Someday.
Hm.
Let's go. Keep running. Come on.
Don't ask me to join you next time. I'm exhausted.
Oh, come on, Vee.
Even though our body parts are replaceable,
we still need to take care of ourselves.
Let's go. Less time in the lab, more exercise.
-Fine, I'll do it. -Go, go!
I know Noon sent you a new arm. I think I like the old one better.
The Terminator, have you seen it?
If you like it that much, just order one, Arnie.
TO THE PIONEERS WHO BLAZED THE TRAIL
AND TO ALL WHO DREAM OF REACHING FOR THE STARS