Pelverata (2025)

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Mish.

Let's switch.

Have patience.

When I started in this field,

we'd always take each calculation longhand

after taking the readings.

Well, you don't need

to anymore, you know?

I mean the scientific calculator does all

of the equations for you.

The only thing that you actually need

to know are the sequences.

Hey, when did you check

the settings on the base station

to reconfirm that it was calibrated?

Hello, I'm serious.

I mean the sequences look fine, but

This would go a lot quicker

if you just do what you're told.

Easy there, tiger.

I don't actually remember Hamid appointing

a manager or leader

on this specific field trip.

Well, direction has to come from someone.

I'm more experienced

and this ain't my first rodeo.

Okay?

Well, fine.

What am I supposed to do then?

I'm just supposed to stand

here next to the base station

and then if you need, to follow you around

like a little puppy dog.

No thanks.

Go on.

I'll yell out the numbers

and you log 'em in.

This will be a good opportunity for you

to learn long form calcs.

"Good opportunity for

you to learn long form calcs."

Jesus Christ.

(indistinct)

Excuse me, dear captain,

may the humble apprentice please have a go?

Go on.

Eight degrees of the line.

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Well, that looks

Right, doesn't it, Misha?

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Eastings and northern

settings are absolutely fine.

It must be an issue with

the orthometric height.

Perhaps by some chance

you just managed to hit a point

that was perfect for the signal.

Why do you get the bigger one?

[Misha] This is serious.

So you're not hungry then.

Not a joke, Myaree.

(Misha muttering)

94 is an overlay.

And on a professional

glance, today's points were off.

If this continues for the

rest of the assignment,

we won't have a feasibility study.

Look, it's a feasibility study, okay?

Accuracy can be up to like one meter.

It's really not that

You're not listening.

Either the controller or

the base station are faulty.

Would you trade that bowl

if I gave you the right answer?

Myaree.

Okay, fine.

Half of your bowl for

(sighing) You're not

gonna pull this same sh*t now.

Half of the equipment's working,

half of it isn't.

It's maths.

[Myaree] All right, maths. Let's do it.

A fraction of a clue for

two mouthfuls. (Laughing)

I've been sitting here

for the past two hours

troubleshooting the data,

using first principles

calculations by hand.

I give a sh*t about this working

and you're just sitting here

playing these stupid little

mind games with me all the time.

A deal's a deal.

Your calibration is the issue, Professor.

You know, to be honest with you,

I just zoned out within

like the first 10 minutes

of you speaking because all of your talking

just reminds me of like, Professor Wajuju

from Uni or something.

I could be butchering that name pretty bad.

It's calibrated perfectly.

I wouldn't be stupid enough

not to set the baseline.

Were there any data points

in your calcs that were correct?

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I reckon there might be one, Mish.

Getting really sick

of you calling me that.

Go on, Mr. First Principles.

There was one, wasn't there?

Well, I think it could be

a combination of things.

I think a fluke more than anything.

Oh yeah, a fluke.

Kinda like that fluke

yesterday with the dongle.

Then tell me, why is all the

subsequent data wrong then?

I couldn't possibly say.

Exactly my point.

The reason being,

it's because there's no data afterwards.

So subsequent is redundant, right?

Just spit it the f*ck out, would you?

I'm getting really sick of the

way you're acting towards me.

Jesus Christ. Okay, fine.

I'd change the calibration

values to be consistent

with Tasmanian sea level.

So the baseline's different.

(sighing) Anyways, I'm going to bed.

I'm tired.

(tent unzipping)

(Misha breathing heavily)

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(Misha breathing heavily)

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(tent unzipping)

There's about half a cup left

in that trusty odd percolator.

Rough night?

Ugh.

You all right?

(Misha groaning)

(laughing) You all right? (Laughing)

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(door slamming)

What took you so long?

Number two, Mish.

You want a full description?

Jesus.

No, he wasn't there, actually.

[Misha] We gotta get a move on.

Sure.

You're driving though.

Probably better if you do.

And why's that?

I just

Don't feel very well, so can't drive?

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Look, here's what's gonna happen.

We're gonna get out of this car

and we're gonna go for a walk,

stretch our feet, get some fresh air.

I'm sure it will make you feel better.

We gotta keep moving.

We gotta keep the schedule.

Sounds good.

You wanna drive then?

(door clicking)

Didn't think so.

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(Misha coughing)

You are fast.

I didn't think you had it in you.

You okay, Professor?

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f*ck this.

What are you doing?

Is the car breaking down?

I definitely hope not.

Look, you are gonna have to tell me.

Okay, Mish?

I'm being serious.

Tell you what?

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You can tell me anything,

except "I'm just thirsty."

(Misha muttering)

Stop.

Tell me what it is, Mish.

You're really freaking me out.

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I've got my medication,

helps my condition.

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Which is?

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Psychosis.

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Hey Lucia, it's me.

Can you get Hamid to call me back asap?

It's an emergency.

So, how are you feeling?

I'm having trouble remembering.

What time did we finish the schedule today?

By schedule, do you mean walk?

Walk?

When?

Okay, look, Misha,

we're gonna get your meds.

This is the only thing that is

gonna make you feel better.

I think it's just best for

everyone if we do that.

(birds chirping)

Well the clearance is challenging

but the data's looking good.

Yeah, we've got a bit to do,

but everything's scheduled to plan.

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Myaree, she's great.

Knows her way around it all.

Yeah, all good.

Understood.

Yeah.

We'll call if anything.

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Two shots, not too hot

and with enough of a kick

to get us started this morning.

Ah, okay,

so I recalculated a new route.

I worked out that the base data is likely

not gonna change all that much.

So we can actually provide two sets

for the feasibility room,

the original and the new set.

We'll just run them in

parallel against the variations

of eastings and northerns.

We'll only add on 1.5 to

two hours extra per day.

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See, there.

So you found your meds then?

[Misha] What was that?

All of this, your meds?

[Misha] (laughing)

No, they're still missing.

[Myaree] Mish, what

the f*ck is going on here?

The assignment.

You sure you didn't take some kind of

thing to pick you up?

(laughing) I'm sorry, Myaree.

I love your style,

but none of that business for me.

Just good old caffeine.

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Right.

(birds chirping)

Now,

I know you're not gonna finish that.

Not now.

It'll get infected with whatever you got.

Know what my secret ingredient is?

Cup of soup?

(Misha laughing)

How'd you know?

Empty packets in the bin?

[Misha] (laughing) What? (Indistinct)

You know what I reckon it is?

Oh boy.

You've been at me about this all day.

Can't we just enjoy each other's company?

To be honest with you,

I really don't know how to do that anymore.

[Misha] (laughing) Why not?

'Cause something is clearly up with you.

Is it really that hard for you to accept?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's hard as f*ck for me to accept.

Let me replay the

sequence of events for you.

You know, at the start of this assignment,

you were all over the shop,

not to mention uptight as hell

and unpleasant to be around.

Then all of a sudden you're unwell

and you tell me that you've

lost your medication that helps

to keep your psychosis at bay,

and now you are like refined

super-version of yourself

that you probably always wish you were.

It's just, it's weird.

I, I can't, I can't understand it.

I haven't felt this

good in my entire life.

A veil has been lifted.

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Breathe it in,

it's medicine.

Right.

Medicine.

And on that note, I'm gonna go take a bunch

of sleeping pills to forget that today

and this conversation ever happened.

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(Misha breathing heavily)

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(Misha exhaling heavily)

(birds chirping)

You left your shoes in there.

You slept in.

(birds chirping)

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(birds chirping)

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(Misha groaning)

(Misha sighing)

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(radio beeping)

Who are you calling?

(Myaree gasping)

What are you doing,

sneaking up on me like that?

What were you gonna tell him?

That things aren't going to plan?

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That this is almost too much for you?

Too much for me?

Really?

You can't call like that

on your own. (Indistinct)

You didn't leave me

much of a choice, did you?

Well frankly, right now

you're making me really,

really uncomfortable.

I don't know what else to do.

So what, when it gets too much for you,

you just throw it in, huh?

(sighing) Again, typical.

It's better for both of us.

It's over.

Better or convenient?

Both,

in that exact order.

Oh.

In that exact order.

Misha, would you please just tell me

what the f*ck is going on here?

(Misha spitting)

Give me the phone, Myaree.

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The phone!

I hate asking twice.

Have I done anything,

anything wrong since we started?

Huh?

Tell me, Myaree.

No.

No.

That's the answer.

That's the only answer, Myaree.

You know, I took it along with me,

The original application Hamid submitted.

Yeah.

Got a hold of that.

X percent Palawa.

How very convenient.

The sh*t out of that (indistinct)

Compared to the brush

over of my feasibility model.

Again, don't figure.

(birds chirping)

Morning.

Two shots.

Not too hot.

All right.

We've gotta make a move on.

Gotta keep the schedule.

(engine rumbling)

Try it one more time.

(Misha sighing)

Okay, yeah, I got it.

Wanna try over there?

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(birds chirping)

(bird squawking)

(Misha breathing heavily)

(tent rustling)

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Who's that?

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(birds squawking)

(engine revving)

(Myaree gasping)

Ow.

(engine sputtering)

(birds squawking)

Mish.

Mish!

There's a hole in the sump.

No oil left.

I've packed everything in the car.

The technical gear is all locked up.

The only thing that we

need to get now is just

the tents and the packs.

I still think we finish this.

I've worked out

potentially another route.

The thinking is

No, I'm not...

There's gonna be no more thinking.

Only hiking from this point onwards.

And Hamid said to head to Sealers Cove

if anything happens.

By my count, this absolutely

counts as something happening.

Just call it in.

We'll do a plan, but have another.

Yeah.

And how do you think we'd do that?

This whole thing is cooked.

The assignment is just f*cked up.

To be honest with you,

I'm actually glad that the car broke down.

How do you know where

Sealers Cove is then?

Just keep driving down the road

and it's true south.

I still think we take the RTK

and base station.

Be productive, get some data.

You just really don't

know when to give up,

do you, Mish?

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(Misha breathing heavily and grunting)

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Mish.

It's okay, it's okay.

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It's okay.

Wanna tell me what happened?

(hands clapping) Mish?

Is it a nightmare?

You know, I, I get them two sometimes.

To be honest,

this whole sort of situation,

recently, it just sort

of really made me feel

How do you know if it's a nightmare?

Scares the sh*t out of

you when you wake up.

It's been, it's been a

rough few days for us

and I think we should really get some rest.

You'll feel better.

Do you need me to get you anything?

I think we should

(sighing) just try and sleep

and we'll feel better in the morning.

A bolt g*n.

Heard the reverberation.

What did you just say?

What does it sound like?

(Misha mimicking air hissing)

I heard it.

You heard it in your

dream or in your tent?

Yeah, I guess so.

You mean, guess or maybe?

(Misha sighing)

What are you doing

dreaming about a bolt g*n, Mish?

Houlihan's Meatworks.

I was a line worker there 15 years ago.

I started Uni.

We'd used the bolt g*ns

on the cows down the processing stream.

Is that what your dream was about?

Islanovich,

he was the night foreman there.

This is before I was even on the meds.

And the others would pick on me.

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One day they blindfolded and bound me

and put me into the cage with the cow

and pressed the bolt g*n against my head.

Said they were gonna use it on me.

Bang.

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That's awful.

Sadistic as f*ck.

Mish, I'm really sorry

that happened to you.

I couldn't get the smell

outta my hair for four weeks,

or my clothes.

That was 15 years ago.

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Seven since I've last thought about it.

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So, you've had a nightmare

about it now, I guess.

Yeah, this is different.

Something's really off.

I can smell it.

And the sound in my dream,

it's real in my, in my tent with me.

The slaughterhouse smell,

the whole tent reeks of it.

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What are you doing?

Do you hear that?

[Misha] What?

It's within this vicinity.

Come here.

Down here.

It's my stomach grumbling. (Laughing)

(Myaree grunting)

[Misha] Why do you

have to keep doing that?

Just having a bit of fun.

[Misha] Why can't you just be normal?

Well what do you mean?

What did you mean the other day

when you were talking about.

X percent Palawa

business and stuff like that.

X percent what?

[Myaree] You don't remember, do you?

What?

You were talking about like

bringing the assignment with you

and going through the

folder and stuff like that.

(Misha sighing)

Thanks for waiting.

Myaree.

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I found it.

Misha, I found it.

It's just around the corner.

We can get there easily if we just...

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(Myaree sighing)

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Hey, Mish.

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No, it,

it could just be backup

charge or something,

like activates at a certain frequency.

I'm sure it's nothing.

We're nearly home.

We just have to set up one more camp.

Anyways, we should get going.

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Misha, who are you staring at before?

What?

Before, when I walked off,

I came back to find you

and you were there staring at something

or someone.

No one.

That's my answer.

(thunder crashing)

Well why did you walk off without me?

You're seeing stuff again, aren't you?

This stuff,

this stuff that I was afraid of.

You and everyone else, just judging.

I mean I can say the same.

You know, with the whole

x percent Palawa and

not being your perception of normal.

At the end of the day, I suppose

we all have our baggage.

We're all human.

Right?

Is that what you call it?

I just mean like, you

know, you with your pills

and me with... (sighing)

Yeah, look,

it's true.

I convinced Hamid and

everything fell into place.

I mean, technically your

feasibility proposal was flawless,

but I just needed, you

know, the little something to

push it further

and so I (sighing)

Was prepared to X percent my way through

to get it off the ground.

(sighing) I guess that

sounds a lot worse, doesn't it?

You know, sometimes I actually wish

that I had something,

something like you, Mish,

you know, a profound

experience of some sort

that just kind of leads me

in a different direction, I suppose.

Something spiritual.

Maybe.

Mish.

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Do you know when you've

had profound experience?

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Hey, Mish.

Mish, we've gotta get going.

(tent unzipping)

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There it is.

Sealers Cove.

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(Myaree gasping)

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(waves crashing)

(waves crashing)

(child crying)

[Child] Help me.

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(child crying)

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(Myaree breathing heavily)

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(Myaree breathing heavily)

Are you okay?

What's the matter?

(indistinct)

What's the matter?

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(waves crashing)

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Holy sh*t, they're actually here.

f*ck.

Come on, we're gonna go.

The helicopter's here.

Come on, they here.

We gotta get going.

Come on, Mish.

(helicopter whirring)

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You want this?

Come with me.

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Almost there, Mish.

Almost there.

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(Myaree gasping)

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[Child] Help me.

(voice chattering indistinctly)

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(Myaree groaning)

(Myaree breathing heavily)

(fly buzzing)

Mish?

Mish, are you in here?

Mish?

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(child crying)

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(Myaree breathing heavily)

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(Myaree breathing heavily)

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(Myaree breathing heavily)

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(Myaree breathing heavily)

Stop!

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(Myaree breathing heavily)

(Myaree breathing heavily)

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(Myaree breathing heavily)

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