I am Locutus, of Borg.

• FREEDOM IS IRRELEVANT •

• SELF-DETERMINATION IS IRRELEVANT •

• DEATH IS IRRELEVANT •

YOUR ARCHAIC CULTURES ARE AUTHORITY DRIVEN — 

TO FACILITATE OUR INTRODUCTION INTO YOUR SOCIETIES, 

IT HAS BEEN DECIDED THAT 

A HUMAN VOICE 

WILL SPEAK FOR US IN ALL COMMUNICATIONS. 

YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN TO BE THAT VOICE

MetaModernism

“This absence of absolute truth was absorbed into the defining circumambient mythos of the late twentieth century. 

This postmodern world view peaked during Generation X, and it explains a lot about the nihilistic slacker culture that followed. 

What, though, has replaced it? If the influence of postmodernism started to fade as we moved towards the twenty-first century, what can we say about the world view it evolved into? 

There have been many attempts to name what came after postmodernism, including, naturally enough, post-postmodernism. 

Other suggested names have included ‘post-digital’, ‘performatism’, ‘altermodernism’, ‘post-irony’, ‘cosmodernism’, ‘New Sincerity’, ‘digimodernism’ and ‘post-humanism’. The name that seems to be sticking, however, is ‘metamodernism’. One problem with this name is that it is easy to assume the ‘meta-’ prefix implies a self-referential aspect. This is not the case. Instead, it comes from the Greek word metaxy. Plato defined metaxy as being between two contrasting poles. 

Mankind’s metaxy, Plato explained, was to be between the animal world and the immaterial world of spirits and gods. 

The idea is an important one in ancient Greek thought. The political philosopher Eric Voegelin described Greek heroes as oscillating ‘between life and death, immortality and mortality, perfection and imperfection, time and timelessness, between order and disorder, truth and untruth, sense and senselessness of existence.’ 

The way that post-Millennials can oscillate between being childlike and sensible, or being conservative and liberal, is a more contemporary example of metaxy. 

Another metamodern attitude is accepting that individual data is flawed and Big Data is still useful.”

Paul’s Son’s Nebula


(mute) 


RIKER: 

What the hell do they 

want with you? 


SHELBY: 

I thought they weren't interested 

in human life forms, only 

Our Technology. 


PICARD: 

Their priorities seem to have changed. Open. 


WORF: 

Channel Open. 


PICARD: 

We have developed 

new defence capabilities 

since our last meeting and 

we are prepared to use them 

if you do not withdraw 

from Federation space. 


LAFORGE [OC]: 

Captain.

[Engineering]

LAFORGE: 

The shields are being probed. 

I'm modulating nutation.

[Bridge]

WORF: 

Captain, The Borg are attempting 

to lock on to us with 

their tractor beam. 


PICARD: 

Load torpedo bays. 

Arm phasers. Lock coordinates on the source of the tractor beam. 


RIKER: 

Shield status? 


DATA: 

Holding, sir. 


SHELBY: 

The nutation modulation 

has them confused. 


RIKER: 

They have The Ability to Analyse 

and Adapt, Commander. 


(The Ship shakes)

[Engineering]

LAFORGE: 

Shield modulation has failed. 

They've locked on.

[Bridge]

WORF: 

Shields are being drained. 

Ninety percent. Eighty.

[Engineering]

LAFORGE: 

Trying to recalibrate nutation. 

Damn.

[Bridge]

WORF: 

Shields have failed. 


PICARD: 

Fire all weapons.

[Engineering]

LAFORGE: 

Their subspace field is intact. 

New phaser frequencies 

had no impact.

[Bridge]

RIKER: Reverse engines. 
LAFORGE [OC]: Full reverse.

[Engineering]

LAFORGE: We're not moving.

[Bridge]

PICARD: Fire at will. 


WORF: 

Launching torpedoes. 

Phaser spread continuing. 


DATA: 

Still no damage 

to The Borg vessel, sir. 


(The Borg weapon cuts through the Enterprise like a hot knife through butter, almost.) 


COMPUTER: 

Warning. Outer hull breach.


WORF: 

They're cutting into The Hull. 

Engineering section. 


RIKER: 

Geordi, evacuate Engineering.

[Engineering]

LAFORGE: 

Computer. Evacuation sequence. 


COMPUTER: 

Sealing doors to core chamber. 


LAFORGE: 

Come on, move it, people! 

Let's go! Let's go! 


COMPUTER: 

Decompression danger, 

deck thirty six, section four.

[Bridge]

COMPUTER: 

Sealing Main Engineering. 


SHELBY: 

Data, fluctuate phaser 

resonance frequencies. 

Random settings. 

Keep them changing. 

Don't give them time to adapt. 


(Finally, boom and judder) 


WORF: 

The tractor beam has been released. 


PICARD: 

Warp nine. Course, one five one mark three three zero. Engage. 
(La Forge enters the Bridge)


WORF: 

They are in pursuit, Captain. 


PICARD: 

Maintain course. 


RIKER: 

Damage report, Geordi? 


LAFORGE: 

Hull rupture in main Engineering. The damage is pretty heavy. We lost a lot of good people down there. 


DATA: 

Eleven dead, eight more unaccounted for, Captain. 


RIKER: 

Repair teams to Engineering. 

Seal hull breach. 


LAFORGE: 

They didn't get to the core, 

I can control functions 

from here. 


WESLEY: 

Now approaching 

The Paulson Nebula, sir. 


PICARD: 

Drop to impulse. 

Take us in, Ensign. 


(Enterprise glides into the purple fog) 


WESLEY: 

The field is getting too dense, sir. 


PICARD: 

Steady. Analysis of the 

nebula cloud, Mister Data. 


DATA: 

82% DiLithium Hydroxyls. 

Magnesium, Chromium. 

It should provide an effective screen against their sensors, Captain. 


PICARD: 

Mister La Forge, prepare 

to reverse engines. Full Stop. 


(The Enterprise vanishes, 

and The Borg Cube halts) 


WORF: 

The Borg Ship is continuing scans, 

attempting to locate Us. 


PICARD: 

Good. As long as 

They're looking for Us, 

They won't Hurt 

anyone else.

Cubical

RIKER: 

We've picked up a vessel 

on the long range scanners, 

headed this way.

PICARD: 

Analysis.

DATA: 

The Vessel is traveling 

at Warp 7.6. 

Mass : 2.5 million metric tons. 

Configuration : Cubical.

The Exorcist :

Where’s Reagan?

Pazuzu :

In Here - with Us.

cubicle (n.)

mid-15c., "bedroom, bedchamber," from Latin cubiculum "bedroom," from cubare "to lie down," which is perhaps from a PIE *kub-, with cognates in Middle Welsh kyscu, Middle Cornish koska, Middle Breton cousquet "to sleep," but de Vaan regards the PIE origin of the Latin word as "uncertain." Compare cubit.

 

Obsolete from 16c. but revived by 1858 for "dormitory sleeping compartment," especially in an English public school. The sense of "any partitioned space" (such as a library carrel or, later, office work station) is attested by 1926. 

Related: Cubicular.

Entries linking to cubicle

cubit (n.)

ancient unit of measure (usually from 18 to 22 inches) based on the forearm from elbow to fingertip, early 14c., from Latin cubitum, cubitus "the elbow, the forearm," generally regarded as a derivative of PIE *keu(b)- "to bend," but de Vaan finds this dubious based on the sense of the proposed cognates and the sound changes involved. 

Also compare cubicle.

It seems much safer to assume that cubitus 'elbow' is a specific instance of the ppp. cubitus of the verb cubare 'to lie down'. People lie down on their elbow if they sleep on their side, and the Romans even reclined when dining. It matters little whether the original meaning was 'forearm' or 'the elbow joint'. One may even suggest that the verb cubitare 'to lie down' ... is not (only) a frequentative to cubare, but (also) arose as a denominative 'to rest on the elbow' to cubitus. [de Vaan]

Such a measure, known by a word meaning "forearm" or the like, was known to many peoples (compare Greek pekhys, Hebrew ammah, English ell).

The word also was used in English in the "forearm, part of the arm from the elbow downward" sense (early 15c.); hence cubital "as long as a cubit" (mid-15c.), also "pertaining to the forearm" (1610s).

concubine (n.)

c. 1300, "a paramour, a woman who cohabits with a man without being married to him;" also, in reference to Hebrew, Greek, Roman and other civilisations where the position was recognized by law, "a wife of inferior condition, a secondary wife," from Latin concubina (fem.), concubinus (masc.) "one who lives unmarried with a married man or woman." 

Usually the concubine was of a lower social order, but the institution, though below matrimonium, was less reproachful than adulterium or stuprum. The word itself is from concumbere "to lie with, to lie together, to cohabit," from assimilated form of com "with, together" (see con-) + cubare "to lie down" (see cubicle).

Such concubines were allowed by the Greek and Roman laws, and for many centuries they were more or less tolerated by the church, for both priests and laymen. The concubine of a priest was sometimes called a priestess. [Century Dictionary]

In Middle English, as in Latin, sometimes used of a man who cohabits with a woman without marriage. Related: Concubinary; concubinal.

PICARD: 

Mister Worf, dispatch 

a subspace message 

to Admiral Hanson :

We have engaged 

The Borg. 


WORF: 

Captain — YOU are being hailed. 


PICARD: 

I am? 


WORF: 

Yes, Captain :

 By Name. 


RIKER: 

Data, is it the same ship 

we faced at J two five? 


DATA: 

Uncertain, Commander, 

but the dimensions are 

precisely the same. 


PICARD: 

On screen. I am Jean Luc -


(The viewscreen just shows the inside of The Cube. The voice is made up of many speaking as one) 


BORG [OC]:

 Jean Luc Picard, captain of the Starship Enterprise, registry NCC 1701D, you will lower shields and prepare to transport yourself aboard our vessel. If you do not cooperate, we will destroy your ship. 


PICARD: 

You have committed acts of aggression 

against the United Federation of Planets. 

If you do not withdraw immediately 
—

BORG: 

You will surrender yourself or we will destroy your ship. 

Your defensive capabilities are unable to withstand us. 


(mute) 


RIKER:

 What the hell do They 

want with you? 


SHELBY: 

I thought they weren't interested 

in human life forms, 

only Our Technology. 


PICARD: 

Their priorities seem 

to have changed. 

We Weren't Always Like This

Locutus of The Tribal Conglomerate 

of The People of The Mor-Loxx :

Come a little closer -- I don't bite. 

Do I surprise you? 

The Time Traveller :

A little. Yes.

Locutus of Mor-Loxx :

Hmm. We weren't always like this. 

After The Moon fell from The Sky, 

The Earth could no longer sustain the species. 

Some managed to stay above. 

The rest of us escaped underground. 

Then centuries later, 

when we tried to re-emerge 

into The Sun again, we couldn't. 

So we bred ourselves into castes. 

Some to be our eyes and ears. 

Some to be our muscles and sinews. 

The Time Traveller :

You mean, Your Hunters. 

Locutus of Mor-Loxx :

Yes. Bred to be predators, 

but bred also to be controlled. 

You see, my caste concentrated on expanding 

our cerebral abilities. 

The Time Traveller :

You control their thoughts. 

Locutus of Mor-Loxx :

Not just theirs. 

The Time Traveller :

The Eloi. So it's not enough that 

you hunt them down like animals. 

Locutus of Mor-Loxx :

That's their role here. 

The Time Traveller :

To be Your Food? 

Locutus of Mor-Loxx :

Yes. And for those who are suitable, 

to be breeding vessels for our other colonies. 

You see, I'm just one of many. 

The Time Traveller :

I don't understand how you can sit there 

and speak so coldly about this --

Have you not considered the Human Cost of... 

of what it is you're doing? 

Locutus of Mor-Loxx :

We all pay a price... 

Alexander. 

Don't worry.

You're safe. I control them.

 

Without that control, 

they would exhaust the food supply 

in a matter of months. 

The Time Traveller :

Food Supply? 

They're Human Beings! 

Locutus of Mor-Loxx :

Who are you to question 800,000 years of Evolution? 

The Time Traveller :

This is... 

This is a perversion of every Natural Law. 

Locutus of Mor-Loxx :

And what is time travel but your pathetic attempt to control The World around you,

your futile effort to have A Question answered? 

Do you think I don't know you, Alexander? 

I can look inside your memories, 

your nightmares, your dreams. 

You're A Man haunted by those two most terrible words : 

"What if....?" 

"Look at you!"

"Daddy!"

"Who's that? 

Is it Daddy?" 

"Daddy!" 

"And we're still having lots of fun -- Right?"

"Right."

"Da-da! Daddy."

Locutus of Mor-Loxx :

You built your Time Machine because of Emma's Death. 

If she had lived, it would never have existed. 

So how could you use your machine 

to go back to save her? 

You are the inescapable result of your Tragedy, 

just as I... am the inescapable result... 

of you. 

You have Your Answer -- 

Now go. 

The Time Traveller :

I believe you have something that belongs to me. 

Locutus of Mor-Loxx :

We all have our Time Machines, don't we? 

Those that take us back are Memories... 

and those that carry us forward... are Dreams. 

The Time Traveller :

You're forgetting one thing.

Locutus of Mor-Loxx :

Huh? 

The Time Traveller :

"What if..?" 

What are you doing with it? 

The Time Traveller :

Changing The Future. 

Avengers Endgame - Nebula and War Machine - Retrieve The Power Stone

Quill on Morag dancing to "Come And Get Your Love", we then pan over to Rhodey and Nebula hiding in the background watching Quill dance and sing to their perspective without music.

RHODEY: 

So he's An Idiot?

NEBULA: 

Yeah.

Rhodey knocks out Quill and Nebula rummages around to take Quill's tool.

RHODEY: What's that?

NEBULA: The tool of a thief.

[Nebula uses the tool to open the door that leads to The Orb A.K.A The Power Stone. Nebula tries to walk in but is stopped by Rhodey.]

RHODEY: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...This is the part where spikes come out with skeletons on the end and everything...

NEBULA: What are you talking about?

RHODEY: When you break into a place called the temple of the Power Stone, There's gonna be a bunch of booby traps–

[Nebula just shakes her head and walks in.]

RHODEY: Okay. All right. Go ahead.

[Nebula forces her hand inside the force field protecting The Orb while it melts away the exterior plating on her arm. She successfully retrieves The Orb and hands it to Rhodey all the while Rhodey watched the whole thing happened.]

NEBULA: I wasn't always like this.

RHODEY: Me either. But we work with what we got, right?

[They just both look at each other solemnly.]

RHODEY: Sync up. [They both suit up.] Three.. two.. one...

[Rhodey is the only one who disappears while Nebula is left behind unable to move, then she riddled with pain on her head. She falls to the ground.]

[Sanctuary II. 2014 Nebula is being scanned in synch with her future self. A memory is played, coming from future Nebulas head.]

BRUCE (Memory): You murdered trillions!

THANOS (Memory): You should be grateful.

NATASHA (Memory): Where are the stones?

THANOS (Memory): Gone. Reduced to atoms.

BRUCE (Memory): You used them two days ago.

THANOS (Memory): I used the stones to destroy the stones. It nearly killed me. But the work is done. It always will be. I am inevitable.

[Memory pauses.]

GAMORA (2014): What did you do to them?

THANOS (2014): Nothing. Yet. They're not trying to stop something I'm going to do in our time. They're trying to undo something I've already done in theirs.

GAMORA (2014): The stones...

THANOS (2014): I found them all. I won. Tipped the cosmic scales to balance.

[Thanos (2014) caress Gamora (2014) and she kneels down]

EBONY MAW (2014): This is your future.

THANOS (2014): It's my destiny.

[Maw resumes playing the memory]

NEBULA (Memory): My father is many things. A liar is not one of them.

THANOS (Memory): Ah...Thank you, Daughter. Perhaps I treated you too harshly...

[Thanos gets beheaded in the memory, Gamora (2014) is shocked and stands up]

THANOS (2014): And that, is destiny fulfilled.

EBONY MAW (2014): [Dangerous voice.] 

Sire, your Daughter...

[Maw (2014) telekinetically wraps a chain around Nebula (2014).]

NEBULA (2014): 

No!

EBONY MAW (2014): ...is a traitor.

NEBULA (2014): 

That's not me. It's not. I could never... 

I would never betray you. Never.

[Thanos (2014) releases the chain around Nebula (2014) neck and holds her head in his palm]

THANOS (2014): I know. And you'll have the chance to prove it.

[Thanos (2014) makes sure Nebula cannot travel back to 2023. Nebula is stuck in 2014.]

NEBULA: 

No! He knows! 

[Runs back to the ship and gets on the comms.] Barton? Barton, come in. Romanoff? Come in, we have a problem. Come on! Come in, we have a prob....

Thanos knows. 

Thanos… 

He knows.

Nebula looks up in horror just to be abducted by the Sanctuary II. 

The scene cuts to Steve, who has just defeated himself, 

jumping down from a building with the scepter

In The Belly of The Beast

“The fact that it controls us.

I don’t know why all people aren’t fascinated with it. 

It makes beautiful sounds, and it makes a lot of times some incredible light. 

It runs many things in Our World and it’s beautiful. 

It’s sometimes Dangerous, but it’s Magical. 

It’s such a power and it can make some beautiful images… and sounds.”

- Why David  Lynch 

finds Electricity fascinating 

“Warm or Cold, 

I’m bringing you in.”

WORF: 

Sir, The Borg have halted their approach to Earth. 


SHELBY: 

I think we got their attention. 


RIKER: 

Time to intercept?


WESLEY: 

Two minutes, four seconds, sir. 


RIKER: 

They're worried.

 

They're worried because 

we've got access to Picard.

 

Mister Data, we have two minutes 

to figure out what we can do with it.

DATA:

Sir, it is clear the Borg are either 

unwilling or unable 

to terminate their subspace links. 


CRUSHER: 

That may be their Achilles heel, Captain — 

Their Interdependency.

RIKER: 

What do you mean, Doctor?


CRUSHER : 

He's part of their collective consciousness now. 

Cutting him off would like asking one of us to disconnect an arm or a foot

We can't do it.


SHELBY: 

They operate as a single mind. 


RIKER: 

One jumps off a cliff, 

They all jump off? 

Data, is it possible to plant a command into 

The Borg Collective consciousness?

Not all of it, obviously -- 

Not the UniMatricies back in The Delta Quadrant, or the cubes cut off from the rest of The Collective by ion storms or nebulae,

just the part of LOCAL Consciousness correspondong to the ONE Cube/Universe directly in front of you, right now --

DATA: 

It is conceivable, sir, 

but it would require altering the pathway from the root command to affect all iterative branch points in the —


RIKER: 

Make every effort, Mister Data. 


DATA : 

Sir —

What command shall I try to plant?

RIKER: 

Something straightforward, 

like disarm your weapons systems. 


WORF: 

Visual contact with The Borg. 


SHELBY: 

On screen.


RIKER: 

Magnify.


WORF: 

Sensors reading increased power generation 

from The Borg. 


RIKER: 

Red Alert. 

Load all torpedo bays. Ready phasers. 


WORF: 

Aye, Captain.


RIKER: 

Status of Borg weapons? 


WORF: 

Their weapon systems are fully charged. 


RIKER: 

Data?

DATA: 

Attempting to re-route subcommand paths, Captain. 

Defence systems are protected by access barriers.

WORF: 

Borg attempting to lock on tractor beam. 


RIKER: 

Rotate shield frequencies. 

Data, report?

DATA: 

I am unable to penetrate 

defence systems command structure, Captain. 


SHELBY: 

Try the power systems, Data. 

See if you can get them to power down. 


DATA : 

Acknowledged. 

Attempting new power subcommand path.

LAFORGE: 

Shields have Failed. 

They've Locked on, sir. 

They're pulling us in. 


RIKER: 

Fire all weapons.

DATA: 

I cannot penetrate Borg power subcommand structure, sir.

All critical subcommands are protected, Captain. 


SHELBY: 

Then it's over.




RIKER: 

Mister Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. 

You heard me. A collision course.


WESLEY: 

Yes, sir.


RIKER: 

Mister La Forge, prepare to go to warp power. 


LAFORGE : 

Aye, sir.

PICARD: 

Sleep.


CRUSHER: 

He's regaining consciousness. 


PICARD: 

Sleep.


TROI: 

It is Captain Picard speaking, 

not Locutus.


PICARD: 

Sleep, Data.


CRUSHER: 

He's exhausted.


DATA: 

Yes, Doctor, but if I may make a supposition, 

I do not believe his message was intended to express fatigue 

but to suggest a course of action.

WORF: 

Borg cutting beam activated. 


RIKER: 

Mister Crusher? 

Engage --

DATA : 

Data to Bridge. 

Stand by. 


RIKER: 

Stand by, all stations.

DATA: 

I am attempting to penetrate 

The Borg regenerative subcommand path. 

It is a low priority system and may be accessible. 


When you think about it, it would have to be -- 

They would need to have a KillSwitch for deactivating damaged or rogue drones -- or rouge ship, or even rogue planets of Borg, in order to disconnect them, repair them or run diagnostics, and it would HAVE to be accessible and remotely triggerable by the rest of The Network, and it would HAVE to be exposed in the uppermost levels of consciousness, but tapping directly into the underlying fundamental base of the command structure --

Like an exposed Exhaust Port Vent. 

The OTHER Borg have to be able to switch them off from a distance, should they become INFECTED.

Warning. 

Outer hull breach.


WORF: 

Sir, shall I execute evacuation sequence? 


RIKER: 

Negative, Mister Worf. 

Mister Data, your final report. 


DATA: 

Stand by. 


RIKER: 

I can't, Mister Data. 


Warning. Inner hull failure imminent 

on decks twenty three, twenty four, 

and twenty five. 

Decompression Danger. 


(Then suddenly it all goes quiet. No shaking, no cutting) 


RIKER: 

Mister Data, 

What The Hell happened?

DATA: 

I successfully planted a command into 

[ this local bit of ]

The Borg Collective consciousness, sir. 

It misdirected them to believe it was time to regenerate. 

In effect, I put them all to sleep.

RIKER: 

To sleep? 


DATA: 

Yes, sir.


RIKER: 

Status of Borg power drive?


WORF: 

Minimal power. 

RIKER: 

Electromagnetic field?

WORF: 

Nonexistent(!)

You should also implicitly TRUST me, is that not so?

Doubt can be a bond as Powerful and Sustaining as Certainty. 

When you are Lost, 

You are Not Alone.

[Borg ship]

(The Borg ship drops out of warp. A fully Borgified Picard looks at the Enterprise approaching) 

RIKER 

[on viewscreen]: 

Locutus of Borg, this is Captain William T. Riker of the USS Enterprise.

PICARD: 

You may speak.

[Battle bridge]

RIKER: 

We wish to end the hostilities.

LOCUTUS 

[on viewscreen]:

 Then you must unconditionally surrender.

RIKER: 

We are prepared to meet to discuss your terms.

LOCUTUS  

[on viewscreen]: 

It is unlikely you are prepared to discuss terms. 

It is more likely that this is an attempt at deception.

RIKER: 

Come now, Locutus. 

If Picard's knowledge and experience is part of you, then you know 

I've never lied to him. 

You should also implicitly trust me, is that not so?

PICARD 

[on viewscreen]: 

Picard implicitly trusted you.

RIKER: 

Then trust me now. 

Meet to discuss terms.

LOCUTUS

[on viewscreen]: 

Discussion is irrelevant. 

There are no terms. 

You will disarm all your weapons and escort us to Sector zero zero one where we will begin assimilating your culture and technology.

(mute) 

RIKER: 

Mister Gleason, can you pinpoint the source of the Borg transmission?

GLEASON: 

I can put you within thirty meters of it, sir. 

RIKER: 

O'Brien, report.

[Transporter room]

O'BRIEN: 

The Borg have adapted their electromagnetic field to prevent main transporter functions, sir. 

RIKER [OC]: 

As expected. 

Mister Data, Mister Worf, proceed as we discussed. 

DATA: 

Aye, Captain. 

(They switch on devices on their arms)

[Battle bridge]

CREWMAN: 

Channel open, sir.

RIKER: 

We would like time to prepare our people for assimilation.

LOCUTUS ::

Preparation is irrelevant. 

Your people will be assimilated as easily as Picard has been. 

Your attempt at a delay will not be successful, Number One. 

We will proceed to Earth, and if you attempt to intervene, we will destroy you.

RIKER :

Then take your best shot, Locutus,

because we are about to intervene.

CREWMAN: 

Channel closed. 

Reynard

LFC-The 51st State....YNWA...

Reynard and me would argue all the time in this little Indian restaurant they had in San Francisco. 

There was a picture of Bill Clinton on the wall. 

There's no difference between Fate and Free Will. 

Here I am; put here, come here. 

No difference. Same thing. 

Nothing ends that isn't something else starting. 

So which side are you on? Do you know yet? 

Anyhow. I've said my bit and it's your go now... so while you're thinking about it, think about this... my mate Elfayed told me something when I was little and wanking about twenty times a day: 

"We made gods and jailers because we felt small and alone," 

he said. 

"We let them try us and judge us and, like lambs to the slaughter, we allowed ourselves to be... 

sentenced. 

See! Now! Our sentence is up."

" Welcome, Fool. 

You have come of your own Free Will to the appointed place. 

The Game is over. The Game of The Hunted leading The Hunter. "

In Ken Burns's documentary The Civil War, Shelby Foote notes that historians are not quite sure how The Rebel Yell sounded, being described as 

"a foxhunt yip mixed up with sort of a banshee squall". 

He recounts the story of an old Confederate veteran invited to speak before a ladies' society dinner. 

They asked him for a demonstration of the rebel yell, but he refused on the grounds that it could only be done "at a run", and couldn't be done anyway with "a mouth full of false teeth and a stomach full of food". 

Anecdotes from former Union Soldiers described the yell with reference to "a peculiar corkscrew sensation that went up your spine when you heard it" along with the comment that "if you claim you heard it and weren't scared that means you never heard it". 

In the final episode, a sound newsreel of a 1930s meeting of Civil War veterans has a Confederate veteran giving a Rebel yell for the occasion, sounding as a "wa-woo-woohoo".

In his autobiography My Own Story, Bernard Baruch recalls how his father, a former surgeon in the Confederate army, would at the sound of the song "Dixie" jump up and give the rebel yell, no matter where he was: 

"As soon as the tune started Mother knew what was coming and so did we boys. 

Mother would catch him by the coattails and plead, 'Shush, Doctor, shush'. 

But it never did any good. I have seen Father, ordinarily a model of reserve and dignity, leap up in the Metropolitan Opera House and let loose that piercing yell."

The Confederate yell was intended to help control fear. As one soldier explained: 

"I always said if I ever went into a charge, I wouldn't holler! 

But the very first time I fired off my gun I hollered as loud as I could and I hollered every breath till we stopped." 

Jubal Early once told some troops who hesitated to charge because they were out of ammunition: 

Damn it, holler them across.

— Historian Grady McWhiney (1965)