Sunshine Monologues

A team of international astronauts is sent on a dangerous mission to reignite the dying Sun with a nuclear fission bomb in 2057.

So if you wake up one morning and it's a particularly beautiful day, you'll know we made it. Okay, I'm signing out.

When a Stellar Bomb is triggered, very little will happen at first -and then a spark, will pop into existance, and it will hang for an instant, hovering in space and then, it will split into two, and those will split again, and again, and again… detonation beyond all imaging - the big bang on a small scale. - a new star born out of a dying one… I think it will be beautiful… No, i'm not scared

Our sun is dying. Mankind faces extinction. Seven years ago the Icarus project sent a mission to restart the sun but that mission was lost before it reached the star. Sixteen months ago, I, Robert Capa, and a crew of seven left earth frozen in a solar winter. Our payload a stellar bomb with a mass equivalent to Manhattan Island. Our purpose to create a star within a star.

Eight astronauts strapped to the back of a bomb. My bomb. Welcome to the Icarus Two.

By the time you get this message, I'll be in the dead zone. It came a little sooner than we thought, but this means you won't be able to send a message back. So, I just wanted to let you know that I don't need the message because I know everything you wanna say. Just remember it takes eight minutes for light to travel from sun to Earth, which means you'll know we've succeeded about eight minutes after we deliver the payload. All you have to do is look out for a little extra brightness in the sky.

So if you wake up one morning and it's a particularly beautiful day, you'll know we made it. Okay, I'm signing out

and I'll see you in a couple years.

It's the problem right there. Between the boosters and the gravity of the sun the velocity of the payload will get so great that space and time will become smeared together and everything will distort. Everything will be unquantifiable.

It's not a decision, it's a guess. It's like flipping a coin and asking me to decide whether it will be heads or tails.

Heads… We harvested all Earth's resources to make this payload. This is humanity's last chance… our last, best hope… Searle's argument is sound. Two last chances are better than one.