Showing posts with label Skinner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Skinner. Show all posts

Thursday 25 March 2021

The Gunmen

 




SCENE 6

Back at Gunmen HQ. LANGLY, wearing a Joey Ramone t-shirt, is sat at a computer. FROHIKE and BYERS lean beside him.

 

LANGLY: 

Airline reservation database. 

What name do we look under?

 

BYERS: 

Try her old stand-by. 

Different anagrams of Lee Harvey Oswald.

 

(MORRIS appears from the back of the room, reading an old issue of The Lone Gunman.)

 

MORRIS: 

"Area 51 Exposé!" 

Ooo! Where's your new issue? 

This one's a year old.

 

FROHIKE:

 Back off, Skeezick.

 

MORRIS: 

You'll never find her that way.

 

LANGLY: 

He's right. 

No anagrams for Yves Adele Harlow.

 

(The search software running on LANGLY'S computer fails to give any results.)

 

MORRIS: 

So, who's Joey?

 

(MORRIS has noticed LANGLY'S t-shirt.)

 

LANGLY: 

What? Joey Ramone? 

Leader of The Greatest Punk Rock Band in Human History. 

Now shut up!

 

LANGLY notices MORRIS taking a little too much interest in him.

 

LANGLY: 

What?

 

MORRIS: (Sigh) 

What are you, 34, 35? 

Why don't you cut your hair and grow up, huh?

 

LANGLY: 

I need to remind you, Fletcher, that Doggett and Reyes

aren't here to save you.

 

MORRIS: 

Get yourself a real Hero, anyway. 

Not some dead teeny bopper.

 

LANGLY throws down his keyboard and gets up,

walking over to where MORRIS is sitting.

 

LANGLY: 

You want to know why

Joey Ramone's My Hero

 

'Cause people like you

never managed to grind him down

 

They never stole His Spirit

He never gave in, never gave up,

and never sold out. 

Right till his last breath. 

 

And He's Not Dead. 

Guys Like That? 

They Live Forever.

 

BYERS:

From the background

Langly? Just ignore him.

 

MORRIS sighs again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

SCENE 19

ARLINGTON NATIONAL CEMETERY

We fade in to a beautiful blue, cloudless sky overhead.

The camera slowly pans down, to reveal row upon row of perfectly aligned headstones,

commemorating those laid to rest in the Cemetery.

An old man is slowly folding away the chairs that have just been used during the funeral service.

 

Three identical coffins rest on the ground in front of the remaining chairs.

KIMMY stands next to them, paying his final respects to his fallen heroes.

He stares down at the coffins in silence.

 

KIMMY: 

(in Spanish) 

Vayo con dios, amigos.

 

He walks over to the coffins,

and touches each of them in turn, before heading off.

 

AGENTS DOGGETT, REYES, and SKINNER

are standing in a line opposite where KIMMY was standing.

DOGGETT looks over to SKINNER.

 

DOGGETT: 

Arlington. 

You must have pulled some big strings to get those guys in here.

 

SKINNER: 

It's The Least I Could Do.

 

SKINNER turns and leaves.

REYES turns to DOGGETT.

 

REYES: 

Are you ready?

 

DOGGETT: 

Yeah.

 

SCULLY is standing with YVES and JIMMY,

who is holding three folder American flags,

one for each of our fallen heroes.

 

SKINNER pauses as he passes SCULLY.

 

SKINNER: 

Dana?

 

SCULLY: 

I'll catch up. 

SKINNER heads off, following REYES and DOGGETT.

They meant so much to me. 

I'm not sure if they ever really knew.

 

JIMMY

Nobody knew...

What Heroes They Were.

 

YVES still can't believe how things have turned out.

 

YVES: 

It's not Right. It's not.

 

MORRIS approaches from the background.

He remembers what LANGLY had told him about JOEY RAMONE earlier in the episode.

 

MORRIS: 

No, it's not. Langly said to me, 

"The Ones Who Never Give Up,

They Never Die."

 

MORRIS pauses.

 

MORRIS: 

I still don't know What That Means.

 

SCULLY: 

It means that, like everyone buried Here, 

The World is a Better Place for Them Having Been In It. 

(She pauses.

It means that they're gone... 

But They Live On Through Us All.

 

JIMMY is noticeably moved by SCULLY'S tribute to the GUNMEN.

He comforts YVES, putting his arm around her.

The four of them stand there in silence, as the camera pans up and away.

 

[Fade to black]

 

[THE END]

 

Tuesday 23 February 2021

A.D. Walter S. Skinner

 


"You Have a Friend at The F.B.I."

-- X

 




SCENE 13 

X-FILES OFFICE;

FBI HEADQUARTERS; WASHINGTON D.C. 

Mulder sits at his computer and is typing something.

He clicks a button on the mouse and the printer fires up.

He takes the paper out and signs it.

It reads: 

 

"To Assistant Director Walter S. Skinner 

Please accept my resignation from the Federal Bureau of Investigation effective immediately. 

Sincerely, 

______________ (Mulder’s signature.) 

Fox Mulder." 

He leans back in his chair.

Later, Mulder takes his microscope and puts it in a box.

Skinner walks in and sighs. 

SKINNER:

When I started out,

this is where they kept the copier. 

 

MULDER:

At least back then,

it wasn’t just wasted space

 

Skinner walks towards him and tears up Mulder’s resignation form.

SKINNER:

It’s unacceptable. 

Mulder continues packing books into the box. 

Look, I know you feel responsible for Agent Scully,

but I will not accept resignation and defeat as self-punishment

 

MULDER:

All the forensics, the field investigations, the eyewitness accounts...

to still know nothing.

To lose myself... and Scully.

 

I hate What I’ve Become

 

Skinner sighs and takes his glasses off.

He walks a little bit as Mulder continues

putting folders and such in the box.

 

SKINNER:

When I was eighteen, I, uh...

I went to Vietnam.

 

I wasn’t drafted, Mulder, I...

I enlisted in the Marine Corps

the day of my eighteenth birthday.

I did it on a Blind Faith.

 

I did it because

I Believed it was The Right Thing to Do.

I don’t know, maybe I still do.

 

Three weeks into my tour, a ten-year-old North Vietnamese boy

walked into camp covered with grenades and I, uh...

I blew his head off from a distance of ten yards. 

 

Mulder looks at him, shocked.

He listens intently now.

 

I Lost My Faith.

Not in My Country or in Myself, but in everything.

There was just no point to anything anymore.

 

One night on patrol, we were, uh... caught...

and everyone... everyone fell.

I mean, everyone.

 

I looked down... at My Body... from outside of it.

I didn’t recognize it at first.

 

I watched the V.C. strip my uniform,

take my weapon and I remained...

in this thick jungle... peaceful...

unafraid... watching my...

my dead friends. Watching myself.

 

In the morning, the corpsmen arrived and put me in a bodybag until...

I guess they found a pulse.

 

I woke in a Saigon hospital two weeks later. 

 

He walks towards him.

 

I’m afraid to look any further

beyond that experience.

You? You're Not.

 

Your Resignation is Unacceptable.

 

You’re a Better Man than I,

Special Agent Fox Mulder.

 

 

He starts out. 

 

MULDER:

You. 

Skinner turns back.

Mulder sighs.

You gave me Cancer Man’s location.

You put Your Life in Danger. 

 

SKINNER:

Agent Mulder, every life, every day is in danger --

That’s Just Life

Tuesday 9 February 2021

We Got Each Other, and That's a LOT...

 

 

SCULLY: 

What happened to you at Sanjay's apartment, Mulder? 

(He looks at her, but then turns away)

I can understand why you wouldn't want to tell Skinner, but I was there, I saw you on your knees in pain.

MULDER: 

I heard sounds. 

It was a high-pitched frequency, like - like a steel spike being driven through my head. And then it focused into two words: 

"Find Her."

 

Tuesday 1 December 2020

The Eight Systems of Consciousness



The Eight Systems of Consciousness, a summary
by Robert Anton Wilson - from Cosmic Trigger


"To understand neurological space, Dr. Leary assumes that the nervous system consists of eight potential circuits, or "gears," or mini-brains. 

Four of these brains are in the usually active left lobe and are concerned with our terrestrial survival; four are extraterrestrial, reside in the "silent" or inactive right lobe, and are for use in our future evolution. 

This explains why the right lobe is usually inactive at this stage of our development, and why it becomes active when the person ingests psychedelics (or engages in other right lobe activating practices.)" 

- Robert Anton Wilson

We will explain each of the eight "brains" briefly: I II III IV V VI VII VIII 
 
I. The Bio-Survival System
This invertebrate brain was the first to evolve (2 to 3 million years ago) and is the first activated when a human infant is born. It programs perception onto an either-or grid divided into nurturing-helpful Things (which it approaches) and noxious-dangerous Things (which it flees, or attacks). The imprinting of this circuit sets up the basic attitude of trust or suspicion which will ever after trigger approach or avoidance.
 
II. The Emotional-Territorial System
This second, more advanced bio-computer formed when vertebrates appeared and began to compete for territory (perhaps 500,000,000 B.C.). In the individual, this bigger tunnel-reality is activated when the DNA master-tape triggers the metamorphosis from crawling to walking. As every parent knows, the toddler is no longer a passive (bio-survival) infant but a mammalian politician, full of physical (and psychic) territorial demands, quick to meddle in family business and decision-making. Again the first imprint on this circuit remains constant for life (unless brainwashed) and identifies the stimuli which will automatically trigger dominant, aggressive behavior or submissive, cooperative behavior. When we say that a person is behaving emotionally, egotistically or 'like a two-year-old,' we mean that s/he is blindly following one of the tunnel-realities imprinted on this circuit.
 
III. The Time-Binding Semantic System
This third brain was formed when hominid types began to differentiate from other primate stock (circa 4-5 million B.C.) and is activated for the linear left-lobe functions of the brain, determines our normal modes of artifact-manufacture and conceptual thought, i.e., third circuit 'mind.'
 
It is no accident, then, that our logic (and our computer-design) follows either-or, binary structure of these circuits. Nor is it an accident that our geometry, until the last century, has been Euclidean. Euclid's geometry, Aristotle's logic and Newton's physics are meta-programs synthesizing and generalizing first brain forward-back, second brain up-down and third brain right-left programs.
 
IV. The Social-Sexual System
The fourth brain, dealing with the transmission of tribal or ethnic culture across generations, introduces the fourth dimension, time.
Since each of these tunnel-realities consists of biochemical imprints or matrices in the nervous system, each of them is specifically triggered by neuro-transmitters and other drugs.
 
Notice how drugs that stimulate the first four circuits, which are already activated, tend to be dangerously addictive, roughly ordered ascending from the first circuit.
 
To activate the first brain take an opiate. Mother Opium and Sister Morphine bring you down to cellular intelligence, bio-survival passivity, the floating consciousness of the newborn. (This is why Freudians identify opiate addiction with the desire to return to infancy.)
 
To activate the second tunnel-reality, take an abundant quantity of alcohol. Vertebrate territorial patterns and mammalian emotional politics immediately appear when the booze flows, as Thomas Nashe intuitively realized when he characterized the various alcohol states by animal labels: "ass drunk," "goat drunk," "swine drunk," "bear drunk," etc.
 
To activate the third circuit, try coffee or tea, a high-protein diet, speed or cocaine.
 
The specific neurotransmitter for circuit four has not been synthesized yet, but it is generated by the glands after pubescence and flows volcanically through the bloodstreams of adolescents.
 
None of these terrestrial drugs change basic biochemical imprints. The behaviors which they trigger are those which were wired into the nervous system during the first stages of imprint vulnerability. 
 
The circuit II drunk exhibits the emotional games or cons learned from parents in infancy. The circuit III "mind" never gets beyond the permutations and combinations of those tunnel-realities originally imprinted, or abstractions associated with the imprints through later conditioning. And so forth.
 
 
But all this Pavlovian-Skinnerian robotism changes drastically and dramatically when we turn to the right lobe, the future circuits and extraterrestrial chemicals. The four evolving future 'brains' are:
 
V. The Neurosomatic System
When this fifth "body-brain" is activated, flat Euclidean figure-ground configurations explode multi-dimensionally. Gestalts shift, in McLuhan's terms, from linear visual space to all-encompassing sensory space. A hedonic turn-on occurs, a rapturous amusement, a detachment from the previously compulsive mechanism of the first four circuits. I turned this circuit on with pot and Tantra.
 
This fifth brain began to appear about 4,000 years ago in the first leisure-class civilizations and has been increasing statistically in recent centuries (even before the Drug Revolution), a fact demonstrated by the hedonic art of India, China, Rome and other affluent societies. More recently, Ornstein and his school have demonstrated with electroencephalograms that this circuit represents the first jump from the linear left lobe of the brain to the analogical right lobe.
 
The opening and imprinting of this circuit has been the preoccupation of "technicians of the occult"--Tantric shamans and hatha yogis. While the fifth tunnel-reality can be achieved by sensory deprivation, social isolation, physiological stress or severe shock (ceremonial terror tactics, as practiced by such rascal-gurus as Don Juan Matus or Aleister Crowley), it has traditionally been reserved to the educated aristocracy of leisure societies who have solved the four terrestrial survival problems.
 
About 20,000 years ago, the specific fifth brain neurotransmitter was discovered by shamans in the Caspian Sea area of Asia and quickly spread to other wizards throughout Eurasia and Africa. It is, of course, cannabis. Weed. Mother Mary Jane.
 
It is no accident that the pot-head generally refers to his neural state as "high" or "spaced-out." The transcendence of gravitational, digital, linear, either-or, Aristotelian, Newtonian, Euclidean, planetary orientations (circuits I-IV) is, in evolutionary perspective, part of our neurological preparation for the inevitable migration off our home planet, now beginning. This is why so many pot-heads are Star Trek freaks and science fiction adepts. (Berkeley, California, certainly the Cannabis Capital of the U.S., has a Federation Trading Post on Telegraph Avenue, where the well-heeled can easily spend $500 or more in a single day, buying Star Trek novels, magazines, newsletters, bumper stickers, photographs, posters, tapes, etc., including even complete blueprints for the starship Enterprise.)
 
The extraterrestrial meaning of being "high" is confirmed by astronauts themselves; 85% of those who have entered the free-fall zero gravity describe "mystic experiences" or rapture states typical of the neurosomatic circuit. "No photo can show how beautiful Earth looked," raves Captain Ed Mitchell, describing his Illumination in free-fall. He sounds like any successful yogi or pot-head. No camera can show this experience because it is inside the nervous system.
 
Free-fall, at the proper evolutionary time, triggers the neurosomatic mutation, Leary believes. Previously this mutation has been achieved "artificially" by yogic or shamanic training or by the fifth circuit stimulant, cannabis. Surfing, skiing, skin-diving and the new sexual culture (sensuous massage, vibrators, imported Tantric arts, etc.) have evolved at the same time as part of the hedonic conquest of gravity. The Turn-On state is always described as "floating," or, in the Zen metaphor, "one foot above the ground."
 
VI. The Neuroelectric System
The sixth brain consists of the nervous system becoming aware of itself apart from imprinted gravitational reality-maps (circuits I-IV) and even apart from body-rapture (circuit V). Count Korzybski, the semanticist, called this state "consciousness of abstracting." Dr. John Lilly calls it "metaprogramming," i.e., awareness of programming one's programming. This Einsteinian, relativistic contelligence (consciousness-intelligence) recognizes, for instance, that the Euclidean, Newtonian and Aristotelian reality-maps are just three among billions of possible programs or models for experience. I turned this circuit on with Peyote, LSD and Crowley's "magick" metaprograms.
 
This level of brain-functioning seems to have been reported first around 500 B.C. among various "occult" groups connected by the Silk Route (Rome-North India). It is so far beyond the terrestrial tunnel-realities that those who have achieved it can barely communicate about it to ordinary humanity (circuits I-IV) and can hardly be understood even by fifth circuit Rapture Engineers.
 
The characteristics of the neuroelectric circuit are high velocity, multiple choice, relativity, and the fission-fusion of all perceptions into parallel science-fiction universes of alternate possibilities.
 
The mammalian politics which monitor power struggles among terrestrial humanity are here transcended, i.e., seen as static, artificial, an elaborate charade. One is neither coercively manipulated into another's territorial reality nor forced to struggle against it with reciprocal emotional game-playing (the usual soap-opera dramatics). One simply elects, consciously, whether or not to share the other's reality-model.
 
Tactics for opening and imprinting the sixth circuit are described and rarely experienced in advanced rajah yoga, and in the hermetic (coded) manuals of the medieval-Renaissance alchemists and Illuminati.
 
No specific sixth circuit chemical is yet available, but strong psychedelics like mescaline (from my 1962-63 "sacred cactus," peyotl) and psilocybin (from the Mexican "magic mushroom," teonactl) open the nervous system to a mixed-media series of circuit V and circuit VI channels. This is appropriately called "tripping," as distinguished from straight-forward fifth circuit "turning on" or "getting high."
 
The suppression of scientific research in this area has had the unfortunate result of turning the outlaw drug culture back toward fifth circuit hedonics and pre-scientific tunnel-realities (the occult revival, solipsism, Pop Orientalism). Without scientific discipline and methodology, few can successfully decode the often-frightening (but philosophically crucial) sixth circuit metaprogramming signals. Such scientists as do continue to study this subject dare not publish their results (which are illegal) and record ever-wider tunnel-realities only in private conversations--like the scholars of the Inquisitorial era. (Voltaire announced the Age of Reason two centuries too soon. We are still in the Dark Ages.) Most underground alchemists have given up on such challenging and risky self-work and restrict their trips to fifth circuit erotic tunnels.
 
The evolutionary function of the sixth circuit is to enable us to communicate at Einsteinian relativities and neuro-electric accelerations, not using third circuit laryngeal-manual symbols but directly via feedback, telepathy and computer link-up. Neuro-electric signals will increasingly replace "speech" (hominid grunts) after space migration.
 
When humans have climbed out of the atmosphere-gravity well of planetary life, accelerated sixth circuit contelligence will make possible high-energy communication with "Higher Intelligences," i.e., ourselves-in-the-future and other post-terrestrial races.
 
It is charmingly simple and obvious, once we realize that the spaced-out neural experiences really are extraterrestrial, that getting high and spacing out are accurate metaphors. Circuit V neurosomatic rapture is preparation for the next step in our evolution, migration off the planet. Circuit VI is preparation for the step after that, interspecies communication with advanced entities possessing electronic (post-verbal) tunnel-realities.
 
Circuit VI is the "universal translator" often imagined by science-fiction writers, already built into our brains by the DNA tape. Just as the circuits of the future butterfly are already built into the caterpillar.
 
VII. The Neurogenetic System
The seventh brain kicks into action when the nervous system begins to receive signals from within the individual neuron, from the DNA-RNA dialogue. The first to achieve this mutation spoke of "memories of past lives," "reincarnation," "immortality," etc. That these adepts were recording something real is indicated by the fact that many of them (especially Hindu and Sufis) gave marvelously accurately poetic vistas of evolution 1,000 or 2,000 years before Darwin, and foresaw Superhumanity before Nietzsche.
 
The "akashic records" of Theosophy, the "collective unconscious" of Jung, the "phylogenetic unconscious" of Grof and Ring, are three modern metaphors for this circuit. The visions of past and future evolution described by those who have had "out-of-body" experiences during close-to-death episodes also describes the trans-time circuit VII tunnel-reality.
 
Specific exercises to trigger circuit VII are not to be found in yogic teaching; it usually happens, if at all, after several years of the kind of advanced rajah yoga that develops circuit VI facility.
 
The specific circuit VII neurotransmitter is, of course LSD. (Peyote and psilocybin produce some circuit VII experiences also.)
 
Circuit VII is best considered, in terms of 1977 science, as the genetic archives, activated by anti-histone proteins. The DNA memory coiling back to the dawn of life. A sense of the inevitability of immortality and interspecies symbiosis comes to all circuit VII mutants; we now see that this, also, is an evolutionary forecast, since we stand right now on the doorstep of extended longevity leading to immortality.
 
 
The exact role of the right-lobe circuits and the reason for their activation in the 1960s cultural revolution now becomes clear. As sociologist F.M. Esfandiary writes in Upwingers, "Today when we speak of immortality and of going to another world we no longer mean these in a theological or metaphysical sense. People are now traveling to other worlds. People are now striving for immortality. Transcendence is no longer a metaphysical concept. It has become reality."
 
The evolutionary function of the seventh circuit and its evolutionary, aeon-spanning tunnel-reality is to prepare us for conscious immortality and interspecies symbiosis.
 
VIII. The Neuro-Atomic System
Hold on to your hats and breathe deeply--this is the farthest-out that human intelligence has yet ventured.
 
Consciousness probably precedes the biological unit or DNA tape-loop. "Out-of-body experiences," "astral projection," contact with alien (extraterrestrial?) "entities" or with a galactic Overmind, etc., such as I've experienced, have all been reported for thousands of years, not merely by the ignorant, the superstitious, the gullible, but often by the finest minds among us (Socrates, Giordano Bruno, Edison, Buckminster Fuller, etc.). Such experiences are reported daily to parapsychologists and have been experienced by such scientists as Dr. John Lilly and Carlos Castaneda. Dr. Kenneth Ring has attributed these phenomena to what he calls, very appropriately, "the extraterrestrial unconscious."
 
Dr. Leary suggests that circuit VIII is literally neuro-atomic--infra, supra and meta-physiological--a quantum model of consciousness and/or a conscious model of quantum mechanics by the turned-on physicists discussed previously (Prof. John Archibald Wheeler, Saul-Paul Sirag, Dr. Fritjof Capra, Dr. Jack Sarfatti, etc.) indicates strongly that the "atomic consciousness" first suggested by Leary in "The Seven Tongues of God" (1962) is the explanatory link which will unite parapsychology and paraphysics into the first scientific empirical experimental theology in history.
 
When the nervous system is turned on to this quantum-level circuit, space-time is obliterated. Einstein's speed-of-light barrier is transcended; in Dr. Sarfatti's metaphor, we escape "electromagnetic chauvinism." The contelligence within the quantum projection booth IS the entire cosmic "brain," just as the micro-miniaturized DNA helix IS the local brain guiding planetary evolution. As Lao-tse said from his own Circuit VIII perspective, "The greatest is within the smallest."
 
Circuit VIII is triggered by Ketamine, a neuro-chemical researched by Dr. John Lilly, which is also (according to a wide-spread but unconfirmed rumor) given to astronauts to prepare them for space. High doses of LSD also produce some circuit VIII quantum awareness.
 
This neuro-atomic contelligence is four mutations beyond terrestrial domesticity. (The current ideological struggle is between circuit IV tribal moralists-or-collectivists and circuit V hedonic individualists.) When our need for higher intelligence, richer involvement in the cosmic script, further transcendence, will no longer be satisfied by physical bodies, not even by immortal bodies hopping across space-time at Warp 9, circuit VIII will open a further frontier. New universes and realities. "Beyond theology: the science and art of Godmanship," as Alan Watts once wrote.
 
It is therefore possible that the mysterious "entities" (angels and extraterrestrials) monotonously reported by circuit VIII visionaries are members or races already evolved to this level. But it is also possible, as Leary and Sarfatti more recently suggest, that They are ourselves-in-the-future.
 
The left-lobe terrestrial circuits contain the learned lessons of our evolutionary past (and present). The right-lobe extraterrestrial circuits are the evolutionary script for out future.
 
Thus far, there have been two alternative explanations of why the Drug Revolution happened. The first is presented in a sophisticated way by anthropologist Weston LaBarre, and in an ignorant, moralistic way by most anti-drug propaganda in the schools and mass media. This explanation says, in essence, that millions have turned away from the legal down drugs to illegal high drugs because we are living in troubled times and many are seeking escape into fantasy.
 
This theory, at its best, only partially explains the ugliest and most publicized aspect of the revolution--the reckless drug abuse characteristic of the immature. It says nothing about the millions of respectable doctors, lawyers, engineers, etc., who have turned away from second circuit intoxication with booze to fifth circuit rapture with weed.
 
Nor does it account at all for the thoughtful, philosophical sixth circuit investigations of persons of high intelligence and deep sensibility, such as Aldous Huxley, Dr. Stanley Grof, Masters-Houston, Alan W. Watts, Carlos Castaneda, Dr. John Lilly and thousands of scientific and lay researchers on consciousness.
 
A more plausible theory, devised by psychiatrist Norman Zinberg out of the work of Marshall McLuhan, holds that modern electronic media have so shifted the nervous system's parameters that young people no longer enjoy "linear" drugs like alcohol and find meaning only in "non-linear" weed and psychedelics.
 
This is certainly part of the truth, but it is too narrow and overstresses TV and computers without sufficiently stressing the general technological picture--the ongoing Science-Fiction Revolution of which the most significant aspects are Space Migration, Increased Intelligence and Life Extension, which Leary has condensed into his SMI²LE formula.
 
Space Migration plus Increased Intelligence plus Life Extension means expansion of humanity into all space-time. SM + I² + LE = infinity.
 
Without totally endorsing Charles Fort's technological mysticism ("It steam-engines when it comes steam-engine time"), it is obvious that the DNA metaprogram for planetary evolution is far wiser than any of our individual nervous systems--which are, in a sense, giant robots or sensors for DNA. Early science-fiction of brilliant writers like Stapledon, Clarke, Heinlein; Kubrick's 2001--all were increasingly clear DNA signals transmitted through the intuitive right lobe of sensitive artists, preparing us for the extraterrestrial mutation.
 
It is scarcely coincidental that mainstream "literary" intellectuals--the heir of the Platonic-aristocratic tradition that a gentleman never uses his hands, monkeys with tools or learns a manual craft--despise both science-fiction and the dope culture. Nor is it coincidental that the Whole Earth Catalogs - created by Stewart Brand, a graduate of Ken Kesey's Merry Pranksters--are the New Testament of the rural drop-out culture, each issue bulging with tons of eco-technological information about all the manual, dextrous, gadgety know-how that Plato and his heirs consider fit only for slaves. Not surprisingly, Brand's latest publication, Co-Evolution Quarterly, has been devoted to publicizing Prof. Gerard O'Neill's space-habitat, L5.
 
Nor is it an accident that dopers seem to prefer science-fiction to any other reading, even including the extraterrestrial-flavored Hindu scriptures and occult-shamanic circuit VI-VIII trip-poets like Crowley and Hesse.
 
The circuit VI drugs may have contributed much to the metaprogramming consciousness that has led to sudden awareness of "male chauvinism" (women's liberationists), "species chauvinism" (ecology, Lilly's dolphin studies), "type-G star chauvinism" (Carl Sagan), even "oxygen chauvinism" (the CETI conference), etc. The imprinted tunnel-realities which identify one as "white-male-American-earthian" etc. or "black-female-Cuban" etc. are no longer big enough to enclose our exploding contelligence.
 
As Time magazine said on November 26, 1973, "Within ten years, according to pharmacologists, they will have perfected pills and cranial electrodes of providing life-long bliss for everyone on Earth." The 1960s hysteria about weed and acid was just the overture to this fifth circuit break-through. Nathan S. Kline, M.D., predicts real aphrodisiacs, drugs to speed up learning, drugs to foster or terminate any behavior. ... Those who were jailed or beaten by cops in the 1960s were forerunners of The Revolution of Inner Technology.
 
Star Trek is a better guide to the emerging reality than anything in the New York Review of Books. The life-support and defense-system engineer, Scotty (circuit I), the emotional-sentimental Dr. McCoy (circuit II), the logical science officer Mr. Spock (circuit III) and the alternately paternalistic and romantic Captain Kirk (circuit IV) are perpetually voyaging through our future neurological history and encountering circuit V, VI, VII, and VIII intelligences, however crudely presented.
 
In short, the various levels of consciousness and circuits we have been discussing, and illustrating, are all biochemical imprints in the evolution of the nervous system. Each imprint creates a bigger tunnel-reality. In the Sufi metaphor, the donkey on the which we ride becomes a different donkey after each imprint. The metaprogrammer continually learns more and is increasingly able to be aware of itself operating. We are thus evolving to intelligence-studying-intelligence (the nervous system studying the nervous system) and are more and more capable of accelerating our own evolution.
 

Copyright: Robert Anton Wilson
 



The Deoxyribonucleic Hyperdimension 8 circuit portal 
Megalink: Please take some time to go through this excellent and huge resource of information on the 8 circuit model. (Deoxy.org

Links:
8 Circuits page (go back to the previous page)
Shorter Circuits Overview by Robert Anton Wilson (Prometheus Rising excerpt) & more (the-goddess.org)
In this overview, RAW switches circuits 6 & 7. I don't really know why (yet). Don't fret, it's just another map for the territory!
Other Overviews: Cybercraft - starwood - phinwebb - bradley - fusion anomaly - wiki
The Eight Basic Winner/Loser Scripts by Robert Anton Wilson (Illuminati Papers excerpt)
The Neuropharmacy of an Eight-Circuit Brain by Antero Alli 

Recommended Books:
Robert Anton Wilson - Prometheus Rising
Robert Anton Wilson - Quantum Psychology
Robert Anton Wilson - Cosmic Trigger Trilogy
Timothy Leary - Info-Psychology
Timothy Leary - Game of life
Timothy & Joanna Leary - Neurologic
John Lilly - Programming and Metaprogramming the Human Biocomputer
Antero Alli - Angel Tech: A Modern Shaman's Guide to Reality Selection
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Friday 13 November 2020

Monkey Brains


MAN LOOKING AT GRAPH: 
There's a contaminant in The System!

(Cancer Man looks at the graph in HORROR --)

Cigarette-Smoking Man : 
Mulder has The Vaccine!




If it fooled you, it will fool The Cybermen. 

They're robots, but they've got Monkey Brains. 

You can always fool a Monkey Brain with a little bit of Theatre.



Let’s go in there and give Them something They cannot digest. 
Something They cannot process. 

Something So Toxic, 
So Dangerous, So Powerful.. 

That it Will Breed, 
and 
Destroy Them UTTERLY.

Not Destroy Them – turn Them into Us. 
Because That’s What We Want

We want everybody to be cool. 

We don’t want to go in and think: 
“That guy over there’s gonna kill me; that guy hates me; that guy’s got some fucking weird agenda.”

Don’t we just wanna talk? And let it all go, and just say: 
“Hey, I’m interested in you; 
What have you got to tell me?”

That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? 
We communicate; 
We join up; 
We make networks; 
We make things happen.

And there are Some People in The World 
Who Don’t Wanna Do That.

So let Us infect Them.

Infect Them to the point where They become Us.
Where there’s nothing left in This World, but Us.

And then some kid’ll come up and fuck that as well.
And that’ll be exactly what we need at the time.

And that’s me finished, so thank you very much.












SCENE 20 
HOSPITAL

FROHIKE: 
What are you doing?

LANGLY: 
Reading his chart.

FROHIKE: 
Put it down.

LANGLY: 
I'll put it down when I'm ready.

BYERS: 
I think he's coming out of it.

LANGLY: 
He's coming to.

(The screen now shows a close-up view of our boys, The Lone Gunmen, as they hover over Mulder's hospital bed. Mulder is being fed oxygen through a tube in his nose, his head wrapped in bandages.)

FROHIKE
Hey, Mulder? Mulder?

MULDER
Oh my God. 
Cowardly Lion, Scarecrow, Toto!

Frohike's not pleased with the joke, 
but at least his friend is all right. 

Mulder tries to sit up and winces in pain, holding his head.

MULDER: 
What am I doing here?

BYERS: 
The bullet grazed your brow and (by itself?) your temporal plate.

LANGLY: 
A few centimeters to the left and we'd all be playing harps right now.

FROHIKE: 
You've been unconscious since they brought you in.

MULDER: 
(shooting up in the bed) 
Where's Scully?!

BYERS: 
We put together you called 911. 
That call must have been intercepted.

FROHIKE: 
Scully had a reaction to an Africanized honeybee 
we found in your hall.

Frohike holds up a vial containing the bee.

MULDER: 
I've got to get to her.

(Mulder attempts to stand up, is woozy and staggers a bit before sitting right back down. His door opens and Skinner walks in, going quickly to the staggering Mulder and helping to hold him up before he falls on his butt.)

SKINNER: 
Mulder, easy, easy. Look, you're staying right here.

MULDER: 
You don't understand, 
This goes all the way back to Dallas.

SKINNER: 
Tell me where she is, I'll find her.

MULDER: 
I don't know where she is! 
But I can think of someone who might.

SKINNER: 
You leave here unprotected, how far will you get? 
How far will they let you get? 
Because they'll know the minute you walk out of here!

LANGLY: 
What can we do?

(Mulder half-looks around at Langly, thinks a minute then formulates a plan.)

MULDER: 
You can strip Byers naked!

BYERS: 
What?!

Mulder reassures him they haven't slipped into a gizzie-penned fanfic! 
[An old atxf newsgroup joke! ]

MULDER: 
I need your clothes.

Mulder begins to tenderly remove his head bandage, 
wincing again. 

Next we see Langly, Frohike, and Mulder, disguised as Byers, exit the room. 

The guard outside the room looks in and sees "Mulder" 
lying on the hospital bed and Skinner pacing beside him talking into his cell phone. 

The three men walk down a hallway, Mulder's suit just a teeny bit too small for him and he picks up his cell phone.

MULDER: 
(into phone) 
It’s Mulder.

Langly closes the exit door behind Mulder. 

Next we see Mulder running down a nighttime street, 
ditching his jacket as he runs. 

The scene changes to an alleyway as Kurtzweil walks along, 
his senses alert to any footsteps behind him. 

He goes to open what we assume is the alleyway door to Casey's Bar 
and is shocked to be confronted by .... 
The Well-Manicured Man!



SCENE 21 
CASEY'S BAR

WMM: 
Dr. Kurtzweil, isn't it? 
Dr. Alvin Kurtzweil?

Kurtzweil backs away, turns around and begins walking quickly down the alley. 

A black car pulls into the other end of the alley, trapping him. 
The Driver gets out, Kurtzweil stares in shock and concern 
and we cut to inside Casey's Bar as Mulder bursts in the door. 

He looks around the bar for Kurtzweil, but doesn't see him. 

Mulder leaves through the back door, entering the alleyway. 

He sees WMM and His Driver slamming the trunk of their car closed. 

WMM turns to face Mulder.

WMM
Mr. Mulder.

MULDER: 
What happened to Kurtzweil?

WMM
He's come and gone.

MULDER: 
I want to know where Scully is.

WMM: 
holds up a small pouch 
The Location of Agent Scully 
and 
The Means to Save Her Life. 

(gesturing to the car

Please....

Mulder contemplates this offer for a minute, 
then figuring he has nothing more to lose, 
he walks to the car as he and WMM 
never take their eyes off each other. 

They each open their own doors and enter the car. 

It takes off immediately. 

As they cruise past The White House, 
WMM hands Mulder The Pouch.



SCENE 22 
INSIDE WMM'S CAR

MULDER: 
What is it?

As WMM speaks, Mulder opens the pouch 
and pulls out a small bottle of green liquid 
and a piece of paper with this written on it :

South 83 Deg Lat 
East 63 Deg Long

WMM: 
A Weak Vaccine against 
The Virus Agent Scully has been infected with. 

It must be administered within 96 hours. 

That leaves you little time to reach those coordinates.

MULDER
You're lying.

WMM: 
No. Though I have no means to prove otherwise. 

The Virus is extra-terrestrial. 

We know very little about it except that it was 
The Original Inhabitant of This Planet.

MULDER: 
(unbelieving
A Virus...

WMM
What is A Virus, but A Colonising Force 
that cannot be defeated? 

Living in A Cave, underground, 
until it mutates ... and attacks.


MULDER
This is what you've been conspiring to conceal? 
A Disease?

WMM: 
No. For God's sake, you've got it all backwards! 

AIDS, the Ebola virus, 
on an evolutionary scale they are newborns. 

This Virus Walked The Planet 
long before The Dinosaurs.

MULDER: 
(smiling in disbelief
What do you mean 'walked'?

WMM: 
Your Aliens, Agent Mulder. 

Your Little Green Men 
arrived here millions of years ago. 

Those that didn't leave have been lying dormant underground since The Last Ice Age 
in the form of An Evolved Pathogen
waiting to be reconstituted by The Alien Race 
when it comes to colonize the planet -- 
Using Us as Hosts.

 Against this we have no defense, 
nothing but a weak vaccine. 

Do you see why it was kept secret? 

Why even The Best Men, 
Men like Your Father, 
could not let The Truth be known. 

Until Dallas we believed The Virus 
would simply control us, 
that mass infection would make Us 
A Slave Race. 

Imagine our surprise 
when They began to gestate

My Group has been working cooperatively 
with The Alien Colonists, 
facilitating programs 
like the one you saw, 
to give us access to The Virus 
in The Hope that we might 
be able to secretly develop A Cure.

MULDER
To save your own asses.

Well-Manicured Man
Survival is The Ultimate Ideology. 
Your Father wisely refused to believe this.

MULDER
But He Sacrificed My Sister. 

He let Them take Samantha.

Well-Manicured Man
Without a Vaccination, the only True Survivors of The Viral Holocaust will be those immune to it - 
Human-Alien Clones

He allowed Your Sister to be abducted, 
to be taken to a cloning program, 

For One Reason...

MULDER: 
So She Would Survive

As a Genetic Hybrid.

Well-Manicured Man : 
Your Father chose 
Hope over Selfishness.
 
Hope in the only Future he had, 
His Children.

His Hope for You was that you would uncover 
The Truth about The Project

That you would stop it, 
that you would 
Fight The Future.


Mulder lets it all sink in. 

The Driver's eyes look at him 
through the rear-view mirror. 

Darn good driver 
if he ain't watching The Road!

MULDER
Why are you telling me this?

Well-Manicured Man : 
For The Sake of My Own Children. 

Once it's learned what I have told you, 
My Life Will Be Over.

WMM looks ahead, possibly at The Driver. 
Mulder looks at The Driver.

MULDER: 
Where's Dr. Kurtzweil? 
(no response
I'd like to get out of the car now. 
(to The Driver)
 Stop The Car!

WMM: 
Driver. 

The Car pulls to a stop in yet another alleyway.

The Men I Work With 
will stop at nothing to clear the way 
for what They believe 
is Their stake in The Inevitable Future.
 
I was ordered to kill Dr. Kurtzweil, 
as I was ordered to kill you.

Suddenly, WMM grabs a gun (from his lap?) 
and shoots The Driver in the back of the head, BLAMMO! Mulder recoils.

MULDER:
Ow!

WMM: 
Trust No-One, Mr. Mulder.

WMM opens his own door and exits, holding the door open.

WMM: 
Get out of the car.

MULDER: 
Why? The upholstery is already ruined.

WMM: 
Get out of the car! 
(Mulder scoots over to WMM's door and exits the car.) 
You have precious little time. 

(Mulder slams the door shut angrily.) 

What I've given you 
The Alien Colonists don't yet know exists

The Vaccine you hold 
is The Only Defense against The Virus. 

Its introduction into An Alien Environment 
may have The Power to destroy 
the delicate plans 
we have so assiduously protected 
for the last 50 years!

MULDER
What do you mean, "may" have?

WMM
Find Agent Scully. 

Only then will you realise 
The Scope and Grandeur 
of The Project. 

Go. Go now!

WMM points his gun in Mulder's face. 

Mulder starts to walk away, 
WMM opens his door again, a rat scuttles past, 
WMM reenters the limo, closes The Door 
and it explodes, knocking Mulder off his feet. 

He sits on the ground watching the flames burn, 
then pulls out The Pouch and checks to see that the bottle is still intact. 

It is. He puts it back in the pouch, gets up and after one last look at the burning car, begins to run for His Life.



SCENE 23 
WILKES LAND, ANTARCTICA 
48 HOURS LATER

Through the vast whiteness of the snow-covered land we see a small black dot. It's Mulder driving a Sno-Cat. He wipes away the condensation forming on the inside of his window and squints his eyes to see where he's going. The camera shows his vehicle leaving tracks in the virgin snow. He whacks his gas gauge and it keeps flipping back to empty. He checks the coordinates again, stops the Sno-Cat and holds up a hand-held thingy which tells him he's at the exact place he's supposed to be. He looks out the window at a hillside, sighs and we next see him struggling up the hill. He reaches the top, slips a little, then hunkers down and looks at a base of some kind in the distance. He whips out a pair of binoculars and looks through to see more Sno-Cats lined up, one of them moving. It stops, he adjusts the power to see closer and spots Cancer Man in the vehicle. He puts the binoculars away and starts to walk towards the base. It soon turns into a jog as he gets closer, but he suddenly falls through the ice as it collapses beneath his feet. He falls quite a way through a snowy tunnel, then lands in an icy crevice. 

He takes a minute to catch his breath, stands up slowly 
and peers down a hole leading off from the crevice, 
steam rising from it. 

He positions himself so he can crawl down this hole 
and turns around at the end so he drops feet-first onto a huge metallic structure. 

It's a type of hallway and on either side of him are containers of some sort. 

He whips out his flashlight to investigate further. 

Wiping the snow away from one of the containers, a cryopod, he spots a prehistoric man encased in ice.

Meanwhile, back on the surface, a Sno-Cat drives up, 
Cancer Man seated inside, and it stops. 

Cancer Man looks at Mulder's abandoned Sno-Cat 
and takes a slow puff of his ciggie.

Back under the ice, Mulder finds stacks and stacks of these coffin-like cryopods, piled row upon row. He walks further into the structure and finds an area opened up, somewhat like a hospital's operating theatre. He stands in the middle and looks in awe at the huge structure before his eyes. Hundreds, more than likely thousands of these rows stand before him. Where to begin looking for Scully? 

A movement catches his eye near the bottom of the rows. 

A rack of these cryopods are moving as if on a conveyer belt. 

He looks through his binoculars, but I can't tell you what he sees, it's very vague! 

Must have seen something though as he springs into action. 

He begins to maneuver his way down to the moving cryopods, 
hanging by his hands, his feet dangling over The Edge.

Suddenly, he loses his grip and shouts ...

MULDER: 
Oh, shit!

... as he begins to fall helplessly. 
He falls down the side of a wall, sliding out of control until he lands harshly on a ledge, hanging by one hand as he teeters over the edge. A bottomless well of metal lies below, the belly of the beast-ship. Using his legs and feet to anchor himself, he makes his way around the edge-corner and ends up sitting, catching his breath. The flashlight in use again, he slides gently over a huge cylinder, landing on a walkway. At the end, he finds an empty cryopod ... containing Scully's clothes and her cross necklace. He grips the necklace in one hand and sets off determined to find her. He comes upon a rack of the cryopods, shining his flashlight from one to another, a frozen face in each caught by his beams. The eyes on each one are open in shock, their mouths held open by a tube, a picture of silent horror. Finally, the flashlight lands on his quarry .... Scully! Using his hand and then the butt of his flashlight, he begins to hammer at the ice keeping her captive.

(Back above the ice, we see a Sno-Cat driving, then we cut to somewhere else inside the base, a flurry of activity as soldiers scurry about and Cancer Man barks instructions.)

CSM: 
Secure the station! 
I want everyone else down below! 
If you're not armed, arm yourselves! 
We have a breach!

(Cut back to Mulder who has now hauled off a piece of a nearby cryopod and is pounding on the ice as he desperately tries to save her from her ice-coffin.)

(Cut to Cancer Man hustling his men down some ladders.)

CSM: 
Let's go, let's go!

(Back to Mulder as he finally breaks through the ice releasing an ocean of goo which encased her naked body. He pulls away the few remaining shards of ice and stares at her face. Is he too late? Mulder unwraps the bottle of vaccine and fills the needle. He injects the vaccine into Scully and it's effect is immediate. Within the tube connected to her mouth a liquid appears to retreat from her body, the tube begins to shrivel and die.)

MULDER: 
Scully?

(As he goes to touch the now dead tube and pull it from Scully's mouth, a violent shaking takes over the ship, a reaction to the vaccine's unwanted intrusion.)

(Cut to Cancer Man in a room full of equipment and monitors. A man is seated in front of a monitor showing a graph of some kind.)

MAN LOOKING AT GRAPH: 
There's a contaminant in The System!

(Cancer Man looks at the graph in shock.)

CSM: 
Mulder has the vaccine!

(Back to Mulder. The cryopod hallway he's in begins to fill with steam as it shoots out from the floor and ceiling. Mulder turns back to Scully and sees her move. He grabs the tube and begins to drag it out of her throat. Once it's all removed, and it's a long sucker, so it takes a sec or two, Mulder stares at her, waiting for a sign of some kind.)

MULDER: 
Breathe! 
Scully, can you breathe?!

(Scully begins to cough, spitting out what's left of the slimy goo. Finally she starts breathing on her own, gasping for each sweet taste of oxygen. She tries to speak and barely manages a weak ..)

SCULLY: 
Cold ... I'm cold.

MULDER: 
I'm going to get you out of there.

(He starts to whack away at the ice with a metallic cylinder next to him, probably shaken loose by the rocking and rolling the ship is still experiencing.)

(Cut to the graph/monitor room, sparks flying from various machines as the men are tossed like ragdolls. It's time to give up the ship, boys.)

CSM: 
Abandon your posts! Evacuate!

(Cancer Man walks towards one of the ladders the men are now scrambling down. Another man stops and says ..)

MAN:
What's happened?!

CSM: 
It's all gone to hell!

MAN: 
But, what about Mulder?!

CSM: 
He'll never make it!

Cut back to Mulder as he gently lifts a naked Scully out of the cryopod, her body glistening with goo, and lays her down on the floor. Next we see him carrying her. She's now wearing some of Mulder's clothing, right down to a pair of boots, don't ask me where THEY came from! He reaches the bottom of a metallic shaft, sunlight beaming down upon them.)

(Cut to outside as an alarm sounds and men race out from the domes, running for the various Sno-Cats. Cancer Man gets into one, his mouth dangling open in shock as it "all falls apart". The vehicles drive off.)

(Back to Mulder and Scully as he drags her up a ladder. Far below them, the defrosting has begun and water drips down the walls.)

(From above, we see the Sno-Cats leaving, one passing within inches of the top of a shaft leading to our heroes.)

(Cut to inside where Mulder and Scully have found a momentary resting place. Scully is coughing and weak. Mulder urges her on.)

MULDER: 
We gotta keep moving. Come on!

SCULLY: 
I can't.

MULDER: 
Yeah, you can.

(Mulder picks her up and carries her in a fireman's lift, over his shoulders. He walks down a row of crypods, all ominously dripping with water from the defrosting ice. He spots a vent.)

MULDER: 
Scully, reach up and grab that vent!

(Suddenly, he spots movement in one of the pods. The creatures within have begun to stir. The vaccine has affected the whole structure, as the bodies were all obviously attached to the one creature.)

MULDER: 
Scully, grab the vent! (no response) 
Scully?

(He looks at her face on his shoulder, she's passed out. Mulder slides her off his shoulders, placing her on the floor and checks for a pulse. The creatures nearby, still encased in the swiftly melting ice are now violently thrashing about and emitting their high-pitched screams. With one eye on the creatures and one eye on Scully, Mulder begins performing a mean version of CPR.)

MULDER: 
Please, breathe. Breathe ... breathe .... BREATHE!

(Scully begins to cough and splutter as she regains consciousness.)

MULDER: 
Breathe in, breathe in, breathe!

(She begins to try and speak, he has to place his ear almost on her mouth to hear.)

SCULLY: 
I had you big time.

(She smiles at him. No time for jokes, Scully, the aliens are coming! As Mulder pulls her to her feet, the ice-encased cryopods around them start to crack open as the creatures within begin to break free. He holds her up to the vent above her.)

MULDER: 
Grab the vent. 
Pull! PULL!

(Scully grabs the vent and pulls herself up. Mulder starts to climb up. One of the aliens breaks the pod and reaches out with its hand for Mulder. It grabs Mulder's leg. Scully stops and turns his head.)

SCULLY: 
Mulder!

MULDER: 
Keep moving, Scully!

(Mulder kicks it away and pulls himself up. They both climb through the tunnel, Mulder yelling encouragement from behind.)

MULDER: 
Go! Go! Come on!

(He keeps checking behind him as the alien screams continue, looking for any which may be chasing them. The light at the end of the proverbial tunnel gets brighter as they climb on.)

MULDER: 
Almost there, keep going!

(They pull themselves up to where Mulder first stopped after he fell through the ice, a slight turn in the vent. Just as Mulder clears the turn, an alien lashes out from behind but is cut off by the twist in the tunnel. They step over the part where Mulder first fell all the way down and make their way out the hole he originally made. Scully falls onto the snow, exhausted and Mulder perches next to her on one knee. He hears a sound and looks around for the origin. It's the ice ... it's cracking under their feet! He grabs Scully and throws one of her arms over his shoulder as they begin to run away. He stops for some ungodly reason and looks back seeing vents of steam starting to shoot out of the ice. They begin to run again as the ice begins cracking and falling away causing a huge crater to form. Suddenly the crater overtakes them and they disappear into the hole, but next we see them shoot into the air and slide off of the surface of the rising ship. They land on the edge of the crater. Mulder watches the spaceship as it flies overhead, his face glows with a heart-melting grin of childlike wonder and awe. Scully's face is turned towards the snow, too tired to move, as Mulder says, almost along with the audience ...)

MULDER: 
Scully, ya gotta see this! Scully!

(It's quiet, it's barely a mutter above a whisper, but we hear ...)

SCULLY: 
I see it.

(Spent from exhaustion, Mulder drops his head into the snow. Scully, finding the strength God gave 20 hearty men, scoots her body over to cover him from the freezing cold. She lifts his into her arms and cradles him as the camera pans back to show two lone figures perched alone on the edge of the bottomless crater left by the departing spaceship. Cut to Washington and don't start with me on how they got out of the Antarctic, there was extra gas can in the Sno-Cat, I don't know!)