The Resurrection Argument That Changed a Generation of Scholars
(George and Lorraine kiss. Biff's gang enter the dance and Marty hides underneath a table, his hat falls off and he grabs it just in time.)
Marvin: (o.s)
Let's do another one!
Skinhead:
Skinhead:
Where'd he go? He just came in here?
1955 Marty: (o.s)
1955 Marty: (o.s)
Something that really cooks.
(3-D spots 1955 Marty on the stage about to play Johnny B Goode.)
3-D:
(3-D spots 1955 Marty on the stage about to play Johnny B Goode.)
3-D:
Look -it's him. How'd he get up on stage?
Skinhead:
Skinhead:
I dunno, but when he gets down we're gonna nail him.
Match:
Match:
How the hell'd he change his clothes so fast?
SPOCK:
Father.
SPOCK PRIME:
I am Not-Our-Father.
There are so few Vulcans left, we cannot afford to ignore each other.
SPOCK:
Then why did you send Kirk aboard, when you alone could have explained The Truth?
SPOCK PRIME:
Because, YOU needed each other.
I could not deprive you of the revelation of all that you could accomplish together.
Of a friendship, that would define you both, in ways you cannot yet realize.
SPOCK:
How did you persuade him to keep your secret?
SPOCK PRIME:
He inferred that universe-ending paradoxes would ensue should he break his promise.
SPOCK:
You lied.
SPOCK PRIME:
Oh, I... I implied.
SPOCK:
A gamble.
SPOCK PRIME:
An Act of Faith.
One I hope that you will repeat in The Future at Starfleet.
SPOCK:
In the face of extinction, it is only logical I resign my Starfleet commission and help rebuild our race.
SPOCK PRIME:
And yet, you can be in two places at once.
I urge you to remain in Starfleet.
I have already located a suitable planet on which to establish a Vulcan colony.
Spock, in this case, do yourself a favour.
Put aside logic.
Do what FEELS right.
Since my customary farewell would appear oddly self-serving, I shall simply say good luck.
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