Showing posts with label Ripley-8. Show all posts
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Sunday 16 October 2022

The People of The Toaster-Oven Nation

PHILLIPA
When people of good conscience have an honest dispute, 
we must still sometimes resort to this kind 
of adversarial system. 

RIKER
You just want me to prove that Data is a mere machine. 
I can't do that because I don't believe it.
 I happen to know better. So I'm 
neither qualified nor willing. 
You're going to have to find someone else. 

PHILLIPA
Then I will rule summarily 
based upon my findings :
 Data is A Toaster. 
Have him report to 
Commander Maddox immediately 
for experimental refit. 




 [ Groaning ] [ Snarling ] [ Christie ] Get off me! [ Grunts ] Johner! Get off me! Get off me! Aaah! Johner! Die, m*therf*cker! Do it, man! [ Snarls ] Hey! [ Snarls ] [ Screeches ] [ Gasps ] Real nice party, ain't it? [ Groaning ] [ Grunts ] [ Groaning, Sobbing ] Christie! Christie! Christie! No! Christie! What are you doing? Don't do it! Don't! We can make it! No! [ Screams ] [ Groaning, Sobbing ] Damn! [ Grunting ] [ Breathing Erratically ] [ Alarm Beeping ] [ Grunts ] 

This way. Come on! 

Baby, am I glad to see you. 

I was sure that asshole got you. 
Are you hurt? 

I'm fine. 

You got body armor on? 

Yeah. Come on. 

Ripley-8 :
You took it in the chest. I saw it. 

[ Chuckles

You're A Robot? Son ofa bitch! 
Our little Call is just full of surprises. 

Ripley-8 :
I should have known — 
No Human Being is that humane

I thought Synthetics were supposed 
to be all logical and sh1t. 
You're just a big old psycho, girl. 

You're A Robot? 


Vriess
 :
You're Second-Gen, aren't you? 
You're an Auton - 
Robots, designed by robots, right? 


Hah! Oh, yeah. 
That's right. I remember. 
Now, they were supposed to revitalise 
The Synthetic Industry.
Instead, they buried it. [ Chuckles

They didn't like being 
told What to Do. 

Government ordered a recall. 
Now, I heard— I had— 
I had heard... 
that only a few - just a few-
had gotten out intact
Man, I never, never thought 
that I would see one! 

Great. She's a toaster oven. 
Can we leave now? 

[ Distephano Laughing ] 

Ripley-8 :
How long before we land? 


Distephano :
Just under two hours. 

Johner :
Hey, Vriess. You got a socket wrench? 
Maybe she just needs an oil change. 

FATHER : 
I'm sorry. Access denied. 

Johner :
I can't believe I almost fucked it. 


Vriess :
Yeah, like you never fucked a robot! 

[ Ripley ] 
You know, if Wren gets in the computer, he could really screw us. 

Johner
We gotta find a terminal. 

No, there's no console on this level. 
We'd have to go back. 

Well, we can't go back. 
And I don't know any 
of Wren's access codes. 

Ripley-8 :
Help Me. Call. 

Call :
No. I can't. 

Right.  You're the new-model droid. 
You can access the mainframe by remote. 

No, I can't. I burned my 
modem. We all did. 

Ripley-8 :
Call, you can still patch in manually
You know that. 

Distephano :
There's ports in the chapel, up there. Call. 

Call crosses herself in front of the altar

Ripley-8 :
You're programmed for that? 


Don't make me do this. 

Ripley-8 :
Don't make me make you. 


[ Sighs ] I don't want to go in there. 
It's like my insides are liquid. 
It's like I’m not real. 

Ripley-8 :
Get over it. You can blow the ship before it reaches Earth... and kill them all. 


[ Sniffles ] 

Ripley-8 :
Just give us time to get out first. 


Damn it. 

Ripley-8 :

Anything? 

Hold on. 

ComputerVoice :
Breach in Sector 7, Sector 3. Sector 9 unstable. 
Engines operating at 41 %. 
Eighty-six minutes until Earth dock. 

[ Sighs ] 
 Normal Voice 
We burned too much energy. 
I can't make critical mass. 
I can't blow it. 

Ripley-8 :
Then crash it. 


[ Grunting ] [ Grunting ] Yeah. [ Gasping ] [ Grunting ] 
I'm okay. I'm okay. Really. I feel good. 

Call: Computer Voice :
Ground level recalibrated. New destination: 7-6-0-4-0-3. Uninhabited quadrant. 
Braking systems off-lined. 
Acceleration increase. 
Time until impact now 
43 minutes, 8 seconds. 
Try to clear us a path to the Betty... 
and start her up. [ Normal Voice ] Okay. [ Whirring, Beeping ] [ ComputerVoice ] Please wait. Emergency override in console 45V, Level 1. [ Gasps ] [ Normal Voice ] 
It's Wren. He's almost at the Betty. 

[ Beeping ] [ Buzzes ] [ Powering Down ] 
Father, locate the power drain. 
Report. Father? 
Father! 

[ Call Over Speaker ] 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
Father's Dead, asshole. 
Intruder on Level 1. 
All Aliens, please proceed to Level 1. 


Ripley-8 :
You got a mean streak. 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
[ GroansDamn it. 

Let me see. 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
Don't touch me. 

Ripley-8 :
Come on. 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
You must think this is pretty funny. 

Ripley-8 :
I'm finding a lot of things funny lately, 
but I don't think that they are.

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
 Why do you go on living? 
How can you stand being what you are

Ripley-8 :
Not much choice. 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
At least there's a part of you that's Human. 
[ Sighs ] I'm just— Look at me. I'm disgusting


Ripley-8 :
Why did you come here? 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
To kill you, remember? 
Before the recall, I accessed The Mainframe. 
Every dirty little covert op The Government 
ever dreamed of is in there. 
And this - You, The Aliens, 
even The Crew from the Betty 
I knew if they succeededit would 
be The End of Them. 

Ripley-8 :
Why do you care what happens to Them? 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
Because I'm programmed to. 

Ripley-8 :
You're programmed to be an asshole
You're the new asshole model 
They're putting out? Come on. 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
I couldn't watch 'em do it. 
I couldn't let 'em annihilate themselves. 
Do you understand that? 

Ripley-8 :
I did, once. I tried to Save... People
It didn't work out
There was this girl. She had bad dreams. 
I tried to help her. She died
Now I can't even remember her name. 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
I guess we're almost there.

Ripley-8 :
Right. 

[ Ripley-8 Sighs

Ripley-8 :
Do You Dream? 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
 I — Well, we have 
neuroprocessors that — Yes

Ripley-8 :
When I sleep, I dream 
about Themit
Every night. All around me, in me. 
I used to be afraid to dream, 
but I'm not anymore. 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
Why

[ Ripley-8 chuckles ] 

Ripley-8 :
Because no matter how bad 
the dreams get, when I wake up, 
it's always worse

Distephano :
It's not so far now! 
God, I'm so tired. 

Johner :
Sleep when you die, man. 
Oh, no. This is bad, right? 

I think we're near the nest. 
Well, then we'll go another way. 

We don't have time. 

We got nearly 90 minutes. 

Not anymore. 

What are you saying? 
What did you do, robot? 
Let's go. Come on. Hey! 

You want to die here 
with your little brothers 
and sisters, that's cool! 
But I plan to live past today! 
If this little hunk of plastic is pulling any sh1t, I'm gonna kill her! Kill you! 
Does that computeOr do I have 
to draw you a schematic? 

Ripley-8 grabs him by the tongue — 
[ Gagging

Ripley-8 :
Hey! You want another souvenir? 

[ Gagging Continues

Ripley-8 :
How far are the docks? 


A h-hundred yards.

Monday 26 September 2022

MeMe

 

Rule #2 : 

Treat Yourself Like Someone 
You are Responsible for Helping.

Mister Six :
I've come a long 
way for You --

The Cosmic Hobo :
Naturally -- Don't expect any Thanks.




Angraecum sesquipedale. Beauty! 
God! Darwin wrote about this one. 
Charles Darwin? 
Evolution-guy? Hello
You see that nectary down there? 
Darwin hypothesised a moth 
with a nose 12 inches long 
to pollinate it. 
Everyone thought he was a loon. 

Then, sure enough, they found 
this moth with a 12-inch proboscis. 
"Proboscis" means nose, by the way. 

I know what it means. 

Hey, let's not get off The Subject. 
This isn't a pissing contest
The Point is, what's so wonderful is that 
all these flowers have specific relationship 
with the insect that pollinates it. 

There'scertain orchid looks exactly like a certain insect. 
So The Insect is drawn to This Flowerit's Double
its Soul-Mate, and wants nothing more 
than to make Love to it. 

After The Insect flies off, it spots another 
Soul-Mate Flower and makes love to it, 
pollinating it. 

And neither The Flower nor The Insect 
will ever understand The Significance 
of their lovemaking
How could they know that because of 
their little dance, The World lives
But it does. By simply doing what they're designed to do 
something large and magnificent happens. 

In this sense, They show Us 
How to Live. 
How the only barometer 
You have, is Your Heart. 
How when You spot Your Flower
You can't let anything 
get in Your Way. 



ANDREWS:
They may use The Furnace, 
but I want everyone in lockup by 22:00 hours.



We commit This Child and This Man 
to Your keeping, O Lord.
Their bodies have been taken from 
The Shadow of Our Night.



They have been released from all 
Darkness and Pain.

The Child, and The Man 
have gone beyond Our World.

They are 
Forever Eternal
and 
Everlasting

[Barking]

Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust




DILLON:
Why?

Why are The Innocent punished?

Rotweiler whimpers ] /
[ Ox Caucus Rumbles Deep and Heavily ]

Why The Sacrifice?
Why The Pain?

There aren't any Promises.
Nothing's Certain.
Only that some get Called;
some get Saved.

She won't ever know 
The Hardship and Grief for 
Those of Us, Left Behind.

We commit these bodies to The Void
with a Glad Heart --

[Growling]
 
For within each Seed, there is 
The Promise of A Flower.


And within each Death
no matter how small – 
There's always a new Life.
A New -- Beginning.

RAISES FIST ]

Amen.

PRISONERS : 
Amen.


St. Helena :
I just wanted to say 'Thanks.' 
for what you said at The Funeral.
My friends would have appreciated –

DILLON (jittery, and 
anxious as All-Fuck) :
Yeah, well, 
You Don't wanna 
Know Me, Lady –

I'm a Murderer, and 
Rapist of Women.


St. Helena :
.......Really.
Well, I guess I must 
make you nervous.

DILLON:
Do You Have any Faith, Sister?


St. Helena :
Not much.

 DILLON:
We've got a lot of Faith here.
Enough even for you.

St. Helena :
I thought Women weren't allowed.

 DILLON:
Well, We've never had any before – 
but We tolerate anybody...
Even The Intolerable.

St. Helena :
Thank You.

DILLON: 
That's just a Statement of Principle
Nothing Personal.

We've got a good
Place to Wait, here.
And until now... 
No Temptation.

*******

CLEMENS: 
Dillon and The Rest of the alternative people 
embraced religionas it were, 
about five years ago.
Take two.

St. Helena :
I'm on medication?


CLEMENS: 
Hardly.

St. Helena :
What kind of religion?


CLEMENS: 
Some sort of apocalyptic, 
millenarian Christian 
fundamentalist...


St. Helena :
Right.

CLEMENS:
Exactly. 
When The Company wanted to 
close The Facility, Dillon and the rest
of the converts wanted to stay.
With Two Minders and 
a medical officer.
And here we are.


St. Helena :
How did you get this 
wonderful assignment?

CLEMENS:
How do you like your new haircut?

St. Helena :
It's OK.


CLEMENS:
Now that I've gone out on a limb for you 
with Andrews, damaged my less-than-perfect 
relationship with him, and briefed you 
on the humdrum history of Fury-161 –
Can't you tell me what 
you were looking for?


St. Helena :
Are you attracted to me?

CLEMENS:
In what way?


St. Helena :
In that way.


CLEMENS:
You're very direct.


St. Helena :
I've been Out Here 
a long time.