The Longing for Fathers

  

I and My Kind inherited a utopia 

built on Human Suffering. 

Mine is NOT any 

World You Know.

— Overman

[Borg operating room]

(The entity originally Picard is being augmented. 

He gets a prosthetic forearm with attachments, 

and his skin turns white. 

A single tear rolls from his eye.)

“Real Policemen, of course,

Don’t DO This, 

they go around 

in pairs.”

— Kim Newman,

Commentary Track,

Exorcist III : LEGION

Robocop :

Aim for Me.

Submission to 

a Loving Authority.

It's okay not to know 

what you want. 

No, I know what I want. 

I know EXACTLY what 

I want right now. 

What's that? 

It's BAD. 

It's okay. 

I want someone to tell me 

What to Wear in The Morning. 

[HE LAUGHS] 

Okay, well, I think there 

are people who can —

No, I want someone to tell me 

what to wear every morning. 

I want someone to 

tell me what to eat, 

what to like, what to hate, 

what to rage about, 

what to listen to, 

what band to like, 

what to buy tickets for, 

what to joke about, 

what not to joke about. 

I want someone to tell me 

what to believe in, 

who to vote for, 

and who to love, 

and how to tell them. 

I just think I want 

someone to tell me 

How to Live My Life, Father, because 

so far I think I've been 

getting it wrong. 

And I know that's why people 

want people like you in their lives. Because you just tell them 

How to Do It. 

You just tell them 

What to Do, and 

What They'll Get 

out of the end of it. 

And even though I don't believe 

your bullshit, 

and I know that scientifically,

nothing I do 

makes any difference 

in the end anyway, 

I'm still scared! 

Why am I still so scared?! 

So just tell me 

what to do. 

Just fucking tell me 

what to do, Father! 

Kneel. 

What? 

Kneel. 

Just kneel.

"Almost all of The Book was based on stories my friends told me and stunts we pulled together. The rest was just a matter of looking for the themes, the topics that brought people together in Excited Conversations.

The Longing for Fathers 

was a theme I heard a lot.

The Resentment of Lifestyle Standards imposed by Advertising was another.

The Goal all along was to write a novel based on Being with People and Listening to Them. That's why so much of Fight Club was written In Public, at parties, in bars, at the gym, at work."

-- Palahniuk 

….Yes, it was a Day of Mourning 

for the families of 113 people 

known dead at this hour, 

among them, 

Two former United States Presidents 

who had retired in the Santa Barbara area.

A Day of Mourning for Our Country.

Police Union representatives and OCP continue negotiations today in hopes of averting a citywide Strike by Police, scheduled to begin Tomorrow at Midnight.

Justin Ballard-Watkins has more :

‘They're still On Duty, 

but what about Tomorrow?’

That's The Question we put to people in the crime-plagued 

Lexington area —

“They're Public Servants.

They got Job Security.

They're not supposed to strike.”

“It's a Free Society, 

except there ain't nothin' Free,

'cause there's No Guarantees, you know?

You're on Your Own.

It's The Law of The Jungle."

Be very careful.

Excuse me, please.

They must be remodeling.

Hiya, Barbara.

Listen, I'm here to see Dick Jones.

But when I'm done,

I've got some free time.

Maybe you could fit me in.

He's expecting you, Mr. Boddicker.

You can keep The Gum.

This looks good.

Get a measurement on that.

Bring a hammer, too.

Hey, Dickie boy. How's Tricks?

That Thing is Still Alive.

I don't know what you're talking about.

The Police Officer who arrested you, 

The one you spilled your guts to.

Hey. Take a look at My Face, Dick.

He was Trying to Kill Me.

He's a Cyborg, You Idiot.

He recorded every word you said.

His Memory's Admissible as Evidence.

You involved me.

You're gonna have to Kill It.

Listen, Chief.

Your Company built the fucking thing.

Now I gotta deal with it?

I don't have time for this bullshit.

Suit yourself, Clarence.

But Delta City begins construction 

in two months.

That's 2 Million Workers 

living in Trailers.

That means drugs, gambling, prostitution.

Virgin Territory for 

The Man who knows 

how to open up new markets.

One Man could Control it All, Clarence.

I guess we're gonna 

be Friends after all, Richard.

Destroy It.

Gonna need some major firepower.

You got access to military weaponry?

We practically are The Military.

The Policeman :

Did You bring The Gun?

Partner :

The Precinct was deserted.

Half The Force didn't 

Show up for Work Today.

Everyone else Walks Out at Midnight.

I guess We're on Strike.

I wasn't sure What You Needed.

I sort of grabbed things.

Your Gun.

You asked for this?

(She produces from her bags several jars of pureed Orange & Apricot-Flavoured RoboCop Baby-Food.)

Partner :

I Brought You 

Some Food.

The Policeman :

No, Thank You --

I'm not hungry.

You may not like 

What You're Going to See.

Using the pit-mechanic's power-drill,

he begins to methodically 

unscrew and then remove 

his plate-armoured facial visor, 

one long retaining-screw at a time,

until finally --

Partner :

It's really Good to See You Again, Murphy.

The Policeman :

Murphy, had a Wife and Son --

What happened to them?

Partner :

....after The Funeral, 

she moved away.

The Policeman :

Where Did They Go?

Partner :

She Thought You were Dead.

....She started-over again.

The Policeman :

I can Feel Them.

But I can't Remember Them.

……Leave Me alone.