Only Peter Sallis can save Britanicus Base from the Upright Crocodiles, the Globalist Technocrats and their Computer!
STORR:
What are they up to?
PENLEY:
Arden's found something in the ice. Something to take back to Clent. It won't be appreciated.
STORR:
Aye, they ought to leave way alone.
PENLEY:
Arden was always a researcher. He wanted to be an archaeologist when I knew him.
STORR:
Archaeology. What good's that?
PENLEY:
It's good to know things, even when they're dead.
STORR:
Nothing's sacred to you, is it?
PENLEY:
I only ask questions. It's in my character, I suppose.
STORR: Aye, you swore you'd give all that up.
PENLEY: Discovery is as exciting to me as the hunt is to you. But with Clent, he uses scientists craniums as stepping stones for his ambitions.
STORR:
Aye, that's about all you lot are fit for. Door steps.
PENLEY:
Well we're not totally useless, surely?
STORR:
To me you are. Come one, we've got to move. Leave them to their stupid games.
CLENT:
There is hope.
PENLEY:
Oh don't be a fool, Clent.
You're not a man, you're just a machine slave.
CLENT:
Don't you spit your stupid liberty in my face, Penley.
We know your kind of freedom.
Freedom to run away from responsibilities, from service, from moral judgement.
I may be a physical coward, Penley, but you're a coward in the MIND.
PENLEY:
Well at least I have a mind and not a transistorised junction box.
I would act, but you daren't.
And so you're going to be destroyed along with your mechanical master.
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