The American Astronaut

In a galaxy where commerce has turned the very essence of existence into a negotiable asset, the vastness of space feels less like a frontier of wonder and more like a bustling bazaar of the strange and the valuable. Planets drift like market stalls, each humming with the restless energy of traders who barter not only goods but life itself. The tone is a wild mix of retro‑futurist grit and off‑kilter humor, a universe that is simultaneously familiar and deliberately absurd.

_ Samuel Curtis _ navigates this cut‑throat economy as a seasoned intergalactic merchant, known for moving both the living and the dead across the black‑market lanes that stitch the solar system together. His reputation rests on a blend of sharp wits, a tarnished past, and a knack for acquiring the impossible. He moves through neon‑lit asteroid saloons and derelict stations with the ease of a lone gunslinger, always aware that a single misstep could cost more than a credit— it could cost a heartbeat.

When rumors surface of the legendary Real Live Girl, a figure said to embody the ultimate rarity in a market that commodifies existence, Curtis is drawn into a pursuit that promises both unimaginable reward and perilous exposure. The chase pulls him into the shadow of a relentless adversary, Professor Hess, whose obsession with Curtis adds a dangerous edge to every transaction. Their cat‑and‑mouse dynamic fuels a tense, ever‑shifting dance across the stars, hinting at deeper motives and concealed agendas.

The film’s atmosphere blends the swagger of a space‑Western with the off‑beat charm of an indie sci‑fi satire, inviting viewers to wonder at a world where value is measured in breath and memory. As Curtis charts his course through this chaotic market, the audience is left with a lingering curiosity: what price will he ultimately be willing to pay for something that can’t be bought?

Last Updated: August 10, 2025 at 11:39