Your Future

 

Dame Sylvia :

[breathes shakily]

Get her back to her room.

Secure The Door.

Tell Your Supervisor

We have a Level-Three 

event -- He'll know what to do.

Yes, ma'am.

[breathing heavily]

Medic Hermit :

You wanted to see me?

Capt. James Hook :

I thought we might discuss

Your Future with 

This Company.

Medic Hermit :

My Unit, sir, specifically Rashidi,

Siberian, are they okay?

Capt. James Hook :

That Information 

is confidential.

To be completely frank, so is 

the information about Wendy.

Medic Hermit :

Marcy. My Sister's 

name is 'Marcy'.

Capt. James Hook :

So you believe she's 

Your Sister?

Medic Hermit :

She has her memories, 

her sense of humour --

Doesn't that make her Marcy?

Capt. James Hook :

Actually, that's something

We'd like to know too.

From you.

Medic Hermit :

From me?

Capt. James Hook :

We'd like confirmation from 

someone who knew her well that 

the transition was a success.

Medic Hermit :

She thinks she's my sister.

Capt. James Hook :

What do you think?

Medic Hermit :

I think this conversation's over.

Capt. James Hook :

It's a condition of your employment

that you answer all questions 

put to you by A Superior.

Medic Hermit :

Well, then, I quit.

Capt. James Hook :

Of course.

As this is a private island, we'll have

to get you on the first shuttle back Home.

Confidentiality, you understand.

I should tell you that if you're 

no longer employed by us,

then all contact with the unit

you call your sister

will be terminated.

Medic Hermit :

No. [grunts] No.

Capt. James Hook :

Also, as your body keeps reminding you,

you have a new lung.

Whilst it comes courtesy of the

Prodigy Corporation, it isn't free.

You could work off The Price here,

assessing Wendy, redeploy and 

pay it off with a lifetime contract,

or simply go home, and We'll bill you.

Medic Hermit :

Did you really download my sister's 

consciousness into that body? Is it her?

Capt. James Hook :

Those are two 

different questions.

One is practical and The Other,

well, that's the real existential crux,

and, I should add, the difference between

a trillion-dollar business and 

a blanket with sleeves.

Medic Hermit :

A what?

Capt. James Hook :

An Invention that 

no one wanted.

So, are You still an employee

of The Prodigy Corporation,

or shall I have Security

remove you from the island?

Medic Hermit :

No, no -- [breathes heavily] 

I'm Your Man.

Capt. James Hook :

Excellent.

Medic Hermit :

And when can 

I take her Home?

Capt. James Hook :

Let me be clear about something, 

Prodigy Medic Hermit --

The Unit you call Your "Sister" 

is The Property of 

The Prodigy Corporation.

She is A Prototype for 

A TransHuman product

which, once refined, will 

create Human Immortality.

This makes her the next 

evolutionary step

between Our Animal Past and 

Our TransHuman Future.

There's NO universe in which You 

get to 'take her Home'. Are we clear?

Medic Hermit :

She is still a Human Being.

Capt. James Hook :

No. She's not.

Not anymore.

Rashidi :

Smell that? What is that?

Siberian :

I don't know. It smells like a mix

of Bad Luck and Loser.

Medic Hermit :

How the hell?

[chuckles]

So, what, you... 

You work here now?

[Rashidi through screen]

Yeah. Whole squad.

Siberian :

Well, what's left of us.

Meanwhile, elsewhere 

on The Island, Wendy arrives 

for her regularly scheduled 

One-on-One Therapy 

session to discover that 

Her Therapist is not there, 

but Her Abuser IS.

Boy Kavalier : 

Weird day.

Wendy :

(confused).....I'm supposed 

to meet with Sylvia.

Boy Kavalier : 

-- Have a seat.

Pirates or Indians?

Wendy :

Um...

Boy Kavalier : 

When you fought The Alien,

was it more like fighting 

Pirates or Indians?

Wendy :

[chuckling] What?

Boy Kavalier : 

It's Peter Pan.

Wait, The Crocodile...!!!

You fought The Crocodile, and now You can Hear 

The Clock, you know?

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.

Wendy :

It was hurting Joe.

Boy Kavalier : 

Oh, right, 'The Brother'. 

What do You Think They're 

saying...? The aliens.

Wendy :

....

— You shouldn't 

have cut Them open.

Boy Kavalier : 

[stammers] They... 

They said that?

Wendy :

No, I... 

I don't know.

How would You Feel 

if They cut you open?

Boy Kavalier : 

Or, uh, stuck to my

face or drank my blood

or popped out my eyeball and 

burrowed into my brain.

I mean, They would 

if They could, y'know, 

so why not just 

cut Them open?

There are No Shortcuts to Peace

Is Talent about Flow or Grind? 

In this clip, Rory Sutherland unpacks 

The Myth of “effortless genius” — 

from Mozart’s fluency to 

Beethoven’s brute force, and 

Da Vinci’s four-hour 

bursts of brilliance.

He draws a striking line 

between Creative Process 

and Intelligence Strategy, 

showing how the best 

breakthroughs — 

in Art, Advertising 

or Espionage — 

often come OUTSIDE 

of The Process, not 

from within it.

From Tarantino’s poolside scribbles 

to Bletchley Park’s eccentric 

hiring methods, Rory argues that 

Distraction isn’t Procrastination — 

and that forcing Creativity into 

procedural-neatness is a fatal error.

M'Benga is The Butcher of J'Gal + 

He kills Dak'Rah - Star Trek Strange N...

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

I've just been informed that my time on the ship

is being cut short. We don't have as much time 

as I had hoped to get to know one another.

M'BENGA:

-- I'm okay with that.

I don't need to know any

more than I already do.

Now... Please Go Away.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

I thought that as Victims of

the horrors of J'Gal, that...

M'BENGA:

STOP!

I KNOW why you're here.

You want me to make you feel okay.

To say you've done enough.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

You misunderstand me.

M'BENGA:

Oh, I understand you,

General Dak'Rah, son of Ra'Ul.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

....Perhaps you do.

I sense that We are The Same.

You're letting Your Pain cloud your Judgment.

M'BENGA:

Please.

Leave me alone.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

Don't let hate ruin your soul.

M'BENGA:

You gave The Order!

Anyone not a Klingon

soldier is The Enemy.

You gave the order.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

Yes, this is true.

But I've been doing the best I can

to make up for my transgressions.

Kiff didn't fight the hardest.

It was Captain Ruh'lis.

He held me back while

you made your escape.

- [BLADE SLICING, STABBING]

- [GRUNTING]

You turned me into a monster.

I told you I was there.

I am the Butcher of J'Gal.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

No — All of this time...

All of this time, you've said nothing.

You let me take credit.

M'BENGA:

Because, unlike you, I

am ashamed of that night.

I am ashamed of my cowardice.

M'BENGA:

I looked for you.

And now here you are,

using the blood on my hands

to make yourself a saint.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

I only wanted Starfleet to trust me.

Look at the work that I've done.

People need saints.

They need belief.

If people knew the truth,

my work would be undone.

Your work is built on lies.

You never paid for what you did.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

When I was at my lowest,

the Federation was there.

I need it, and They need me.

I have a purpose now.

Why did you have to come?

Why couldn't you leave me alone?

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

M'Benga, I'm here to provide healing.

Please, let me have a

chance to help you heal.

M'BENGA:

I said no.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

Don't be stupid.

M'BENGA [GRUNTING]:

You're a war criminal.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

Don't you see it?

M'BENGA:

Get your hands off!

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

So selfish a human!

M'BENGA:

Don't!

[EXHALES WEAKLY]

I was there.

Saw the whole thing.

Rah wanted to talk, but Joseph was done.

He told Rah he didn't want to

be involved with a war criminal.

Guess hearing that set him off.

I can't believe he would

do something like this.

COMPUTER:

Commander Kiff, Klingon, deceased.

Captain Ruh'lis, Klingon, deceased.

Ambassador Dak'Rah, Klingon, deceased.

The knife belongs to the

Butcher of J'Gal, right?

Starfleet records tell us

the DNA belongs to the

three warlords he k*lled.

And I checked the logs, tracked movements.

They corroborate the timeline.

I'm just shocked

that Rah would attack him like that.

I guess it just goes to show,

no one ever really knows

what goes on in anyone's heart.

♪

Joseph.

La'An's submitting her report.

Uh, there's likely to

be an inquiry, but...

Oh, we've known each other...

- How long?

- Too long to count.

Yeah, I'd like to think,

if you did instigate the fight with Rah,

if it got away from you

somehow, you could talk to me.

I'd be on your side. We'd work it out.

I didn't start the fight, Chris.

This whole situation, it's...

it's complicated.

Is it?

Rah was living a lie.

I saw his true face.

What if I told you he m*rder*d children?

Not his men.

He did it.

What if I started the fight then?

Would that be so bad?

Even if he had secrets,

there's due process.

That's why we have tribunals.

The Diplomatic Corps knew who he was,

and they still let him

represent the Federation.

The Federation believes everyone

deserves a second chance.

What about justice?

What about the victims?

Doesn't everyone deserve

to pay for their actions?

So who decides, hmm?

Who pays and who gets redemption?

Where's the line?

[CHUCKLES] You're right, Chris.

We've known each other

for a very long time,

see eye to eye on most things.

But you haven't lived my life.

You have the privilege

of believing in what's best in people.

Me?

I happen to know there are

some things in this world

that don't deserve forgiveness.

What are you saying?

I told you, I didn't start the fight.

But I'm glad he's dead.

M'BENGA: Chief Medical

Officer's Log, stardate . .

Biobed two is working again.

At least for now.

But I know it's only a matter of time

before it shuts down again.

Some things break in a way

that can never be repaired.

Only managed.

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES]