Tuesday, 13 February 2024

Resetting The Switch

“Cameron’s professed rationale 
for cutting the scene 
was that the middle of the movie “dragged” 
and that the scene was too complex

“I could account for [the Terminator’s] 
behaviour changes much more SIMPLY.” 
[ “Because You Told Me Not to.” ]
[ The Old Testament Solution. ]

I submit that the Cameron 
of T1 and Aliens
wouldn’t have 
TALKED this way. 

But another big-budget formula 
for ensuring ROI [Return on Investment]
is that things must be made as simple 
for The Audience as possible

Plot and Character implausibilities are 
to be handled through distraction rather 
than RESOLVED through Explanation.” 

— Foster

Terminator 2 - Resetting the Switch



JOHN CONNOR,
The Future
Hey! Watch it, lug nuts.
(HISSING)
Listen, do you know 
what you're doing?

The Machine :
I have detailed files 
on Human Anatomy.

SARAH CONNOR, 
Mother of The Future :
I bet! Makes you a more efficient Killer, right?

The Machine :
Correct.

The Mother of The Future :
Does it hurt when you get shot?

The Machine :
I sense injuries. The Data 
could be called “pain”.

The Mother of The Future :
John, help me with The Light.
Will these heal up? 

The Machine :
Yes.

The Mother of The Future :
Good. If you can't pass for human, 
you're not much good to us.

The Future :
How long do you live, 
I mean "last", whatever?

The Machine :
120 years with my existing power cell.

Can you learn stuff you haven't been programmed with?
So you can be... you know, more Human?
Not such a dork all the time?
The Machine :
My CPU is a neural-net processor, a learning computer, but SkyNet presets The Switch to READ-Only 
when we are sent out alone.

The Mother of The Future :
Doesn't want you to do too much Thinking, huh.

The Machine :
No.

The Future :
.....can we reset The Switch?

******

The Machine :
Rotate the two locking 
cylinders counterclockwise.

The Future :
Done it.

The Machine :
Now open the port cover.
Pull to break the seal.

The Machine :
Good, now remove the shock damping assembly.
You can now access the CPU.
Do you see it? 

Yes.

Pull the CPU by its base tap.
Pull.

Momma GrizzlyBear goes into a Killing-Trance --
Lifts a monkey-wrench and prepares to 
dasheth thy little ones' brains upon a stone --

The Future :
Can you see the pin switch? No!

The Mother of The Future :
Out of my way, John! 

The Future :
Don't kill him!

"It", John, not "him".

The Future :
Okay, "it". But we need "it".

The Mother of The Future :
Listen to me. Listen.
We're better off on our own.

The Future :
He's the only proof we have 
of The Future, 
The War and that.

The Mother of The Future :
.....Maybe -- I don't trust it.

But he's my friend, alright?

The Mother of The Future :
You don't know what it's like to have 
to try to kill one of these things.

If something goes wrong, 
this could be our last chance.


The Future :
If I'm supposed to be this great military leader, 
maybe you start listening to my ideas once in a while?
'Cause if my own mother won't, 
how do you expect anyone else to?


The Mother of The Future :
......alright, play it your way.

The Machine :
Was there a problem?

No problem.
None whatsoever.


The Future :
(ENGINE STARTS)
Are we learning yet?

The Mother of The Future :
We have to get as far away from the city as possible.
Just head south.
Keep it under 65.
We don't wanna be pulled over. 

The Machine :
Affirmative.

The Future :
No, no, no. You gotta listen to the way people talk.
You don't say "affirmative" or some shit like that.
You say, "No problemo."

And if someone comes up to you with 
an attitude, you say, "Eat me!"

And if you want to shine them on, 
it's "Hasta la vista, baby."

The Machine :
(MONOTONE) Hasta la vista, baby.

Yeah, or "Later, dick-wad."
And if someone gets upset, you say, "Chill out."
Or you can do combinations

The Machine :
Chill out, dick-wad.

That's great. See? 
You're getting it.

The Machine :
No problemo.

(TRUCK HORN BLASTS)

The Mother of The Future :
You got any cash? 

I got a couple of 
hundred bucks.

I'll give you half.

Mom!

The Mother of The Future :
Get some food.

....No sense of humour.
And that's another thing : 
lighten up a bit.

This severe routine is getting old. 
You're acting like such a geek.
Smile once in a while.

Smile?

Yeah. You know, smile.

Watch.

Hi. Nice place you got 
here. How's business?

Gimme a break.

Okay. Bad example.

See that guy over there? 
That's a smile.

.....That's good.
Maybe you could practice in front 
of a mirror or something.

Want some of my fries?

Do you need any help?

No.

Got you! No, you didn't!
Got you! No, you didn't!

We're not gonna make it, are we?
People, I mean.

The Machine :
It's in your nature to destroy yourselves.

....Yeah. Major drag, huh?

WOMAN: 
Break it up before I wring both of your necks.


The Mother of The Future :
I need to know how Skynet gets 
built, who's responsible.

The Machine :
The man most directly responsible 
is Miles Bennett Dyson.

JOHN: 
Who is that?

The Machine :
He's the Director of Special Projects 
at Cyberdyne Systems Corporation.

Why him?

The Machine :
In a few months he creates 
revolutionary type 
of microprocessor.

The Mother of The Future :
Go on. Then what? 

The Machine :
In three years, Cyberdyne will become the largest 
supplier of military computer systems.

All Stealth bombers are upgraded 
with Cyberdyne computers, 
becoming fully unmanned.

Afterwards, they fly with a 
perfect operational record.

The Skynet Funding bill is passed.
The System goes on-line on August 4, 1997.

Human decisions are removed 
from strategic defence.
Skynet begins to learn at 
a geometric rate.

It becomes self-aware at 
02:14 am Eastern time, August 29.

In the panic, they try 
to pull The Plug.

The Mother of The Future :
Skynet fights back

The Machine :
YesIt launches its missile against 
it's targets in Russia.

The Future :
Why attack Russia? Aren't They 
Our Friends now?

The Machine :
Because Skynet knows that the Russian counterattack 
will eliminate its enemies over here.

The Mother of The Future :
.....Jesus!
How much do you know about Dyson?

The Machine :
......I have detailed files.

The Founder of The Feast

 







Project Liberty








Project Liberty (Planet Of The Apes)



Landon, get out a last signal! What signal? To Earth! That we've landed! The air's OK! Blow the hatch before we lose all our power! It's no use! The power's gone! Forget it! Abandon ship! She's sinking. Going... Going... Gone. OK. We're here to stay. Well, where are we? Do you have any notion, skipper? We're some light years from Earth on an unnamed planet in orbit around a star in the constellation of Orion. Is that close enough for you? That could be Bellatrix. It's too white for Bellatrix. You didn't have time to read the tapes. So you really don't know, do you? What went wrong? We weren't programmed to land in the water. The question is not so much where we are as when we are. We've had enough sleep to hold us for a while. Let's start earning all that back pay. Dodge, run your soil test. - Got your sensors? - Right. - Geiger counter? - Got it. Let's see. One pistol, rounds ammo, a medical kit, camera, TX . We've got food and water enough for three days. How long is a day? That's a good question. Landon! Hey, Landon! Join the expedition. Sorry. I was thinking about Stewart. What do you suppose happened? Air leak. She died in her sleep. You don't seem very cut up about it. It's a little late for a wake. She's been dead nearly a year. That means we've been away from Earth for months. Our time. You've gone gray. Apart from that you look pretty chipper for a man who's years old. I read the clocks. They bear out Hasslein's hypothesis. We have been away from Earth for years, give or take a decade. Still can't accept it? Time's wiped out everything you ever knew. It's all dust. Prove it. If we can't get back, it's still just a theory. It's a fact, Landon. Buy it. You'll sleep better. Nothing will grow here. There's just a trace of carbohydrates. All the nitrogen is locked into the nitrates. No dangerous ionization? No. Well... If there's no life here, we've got just hours to find it. That's when the groceries run out. Let's go. Which direction? That way. Any particular reason? None at all. Come on... Everybody all right? Water check. Eight ounces. It doesn't add up. Thunder and lightning, and no rain. Cloud cover at night. That strange luminosity... yet there's no moon. If we could just get a fix. What would that tell you? I've told you where you are and when you are. All right, all right. You're light years from your precious planet. Your loved ones are dead and forgotten for centuries. ! Even if you could get back, they'd think you were something that fell out of a tree. Taylor, quit riding him. There is just one reality. We are here and it is now. You get hold of that, or you might as well be dead. I'm prepared to die. He's prepared to die. Doesn't that make you misty? Chalk up another victory for the human spirit. Clue me in on something, will you? Why did you sign on for this trip? You volunteered. Why? Never mind. I'll clue you in. You were the golden boy of the class of ' . When they nominated you for the big one, you couldn't turn it down. Not without losing your all-American image. Climb off, will you? Oh, and the glory. Don't forget that. There's a life-size bronze statue of you standing out there somewhere. It's probably turned green by now and nobody can read the nameplate. But never let it be said that we forget our heroes. - Taylor, I'm telling you to climb off my back. - And there's one last item. Immortality. You wanted to live for ever, didn't you? Well, you damn near made it. Except for me and Dodge, you've lived longer than anyone ever born. And with our lovely Lieutenant Stewart dead, it looks like you're the last of the line. You got what you wanted, tiger. How does it taste? 


Landon :
OK. You read me well enough. 
But why can't I read you

Taylor :
Don't bother. 

Landon :
Dodge, there. He's not like me at all.
 But he makes sense. He'd walk naked into 
a live volcano if he thought he could 
learn something that no 
other man knew. But you... 
You're no seeker. You're negative.

Taylor :
And I'm not prepared to die. 

Landon :
I'd like to know why not
You thought life on 
Earth was meaningless
You despised people. 
So what did you do? 
You ran out. 

Taylor :
No, no. It's not like that, Landon. 
I'm A Seeker too. But my dreams 
aren't like yours —
I can't help thinking somewhere 
in the universe there has to be 
something better than Man. 
Has to be. 

***** 

Don't try to follow us. I'm pretty handy with this. Of that I'm sure. All my life I've awaited your coming and dreaded it, like death itself. Why? I've terrified you from the first, doctor. I still do. You're afraid of me and you hate me. Why? Because you're a man. And you're right. I have always known about man. From the evidence, I believe his wisdom must walk hand in hand with his idiocy. His emotions must rule his brain. He must be a warlike creature who gives battle to everything around him, even himself. What evidence? There were no weapons in that cave. The forbidden zone was once a paradise. Your breed made a desert of it... ages ago. It still doesn't give me the why. A planet where apes evolved from men. There's gotta be an answer. Don't look for it, Taylor. You may not like what you find.

Sunday, 11 February 2024

Spies Like Us


....only insofar as it would serve
to confirm The President´s own beliefs.


You see, we had to show that we had 
the technical capability
and were determined --

History demonstrates conclusively
that naive wishing for Peace
is the surest possible way
to encourage an aggressor.



Spies Like Us



“People say to me, “Hey, Bill, 
The War made Us  feel better 
about ourselves”. 

Really

What kind of people are these with 
such low self-esteem that 
they need a WAR to feel 
BETTER about themselves? 

May I suggest, instead of A War 
to feel better about yourself, perhaps... 
Sit-ups? Maybe a fruit cup? 

Eight glasses of water a day?


You see, we had to show
that we had the technical capability
and were determined.
History demonstrates conclusively
that naive wishing for Peace
is the surest possible way
to encourage an aggressor.

Place me in communication
with the president!

Relax, Mr Ruby.
This facility is more than adequately
stocked for 1½ 7 months of existence.
We´ll be fine.
By your actions, you are risking
the future of the human race!
To guarantee the American way of life,
l´m willing to take that risk.

....only insofar as it would serve
to confirm The President´s own beliefs.
This is quite an exciting project
you got here, General.
- What was the cost of this system?
- Just under 60 billion.
- Quite a bargain.
- Sir!
Printout from GRAVSAT.
Let´s see. A transmission
from the field. Your GLG-20s.
They confirm estimated arrival
at the strike site
by 6.00pm their time tomorrow.
That´s 9.00am here. Right on schedule.
You can always count on our people.
Well, this is it.
Where are those contacts
we heard about?
- They didn´t say where on the road.
- No.
Maybe we should start hitchhiking.
We´re inside the Soviet Union.
l wish we hadn´t lost Boyer.
They were on horseback.
We were on foot.
The Tadzhik Highway Patrol.
They were just sitting there
in the dark.
They heard our conversation.
What are they saying?
He says we needn´t bother
whispering any more.
Oome on. Let´s get out of here.
What do you mean?
They´ll cut us down.
- We can´t go with them.
- What other choice do we have?
lf we give up, the State Department
can work out an exchange.
Not me.
Hi. Just me.
l was looking
for the Burt Reynolds theatre.
Don´t l get a phone call?
Who do you intend to call?
Goddammit. Gives himself up.
- What is your objective?
- My objective?
Well, l object to taking a girl out
and buying her dinner,
and then she won´t put out for you.
Why are you here?
Why am l here?
Why are you here?
Why is anybody here?
l think John-Paul Sartre once said...
How do you spell ´´Sartre´´? Ow!
And let that be a lesson to you!
Every minute you don´t tell us
why you´re here, l cut off a finger.
- Mine or yours?
- Yours.
Damn. Ow!
Why are you still hitting me?
He´s gonna cut my fingers off.
You have 30 seconds.
- You gonna hum the theme to Jeopardy?
- We start with the little one.
All right. All right.
l´m an American agent.
- And?
- And, uh... And, uh...
They sent me here
to assassinate your premier.
l knew it. Pay up, comrade.
Let´s cut his fingers off anyway.
No. Let´s take him back
to headquarters in Moscow.
Good move. Good move. Headquarters.
Shouldn´t be further.
We´ve made good time.
We´ll go on foot from here.
[machine gun fire in distance]
Ow! Oh!
Whoa!
Oh!
Goddammit.
Whoa!
Ah! Oh!
Whoa.
Hi.
How ya doing?
Remember me?
- What are you doing here?
- What are you doing here?
They surprised us, border troops.
- Got my partner.
- Did they get you too?
l´m fine!
No wonder neither of you
could do that appendix operation.
- You´re spies like us.
- You mean, you´re...
Austin Millbarge. I´m a GLG-20.
So.
You two are the other GLG-20s.
- The decoys.
- Decoys!
Lower your voice.
That´s why they
rushed us through training.
Why we were met by the KGB.
Why they sent us into enemy hands.
- Right.
- l am...
...pissed off.
- My partner and l were set up.
- Forget it. That´s behind us.
Our first priority is to cover those
bodies, establish a new base camp
- and complete this project.
- Project?
Fitz-Hume is in the custody of
Tadzhik Highway Patrol because of you.
The only project l have to complete
is to get my partner out.
Fitz-Hume! Fitz-Hume!
Oome on!
Ow. Oh!
Look at this. Did you do that?
Yeah. l did that for you.
You know, l must really like you.
Oos l don´t like horses
and l hate guns.
- What´s this?
- You don´t want it!
Ah!
Duck.
l´ll get the horse.
Let´s go!
Hi-ho, Silver, away!

Whoo!
It’s Soul Finger by the Bar-Kays.

They must have trouble getting gigs.

Austin :
Wow.
This is a Soviet ICBM site.
That’s an SS-50 long-range
rocket and mobile launcher.
They just moved it here.
Haven´t put up their locator beacon.
They’re not hooked into Soviet Defence.
They are radio-isolated.
Only three men.
And their mother.
Oh!
- Let me see that.
- Hey!
- Oome on.
- No.
Honestly. You two are unbelievable.
Wait a minute.
What are we doing here?
This is our final objective.
Our project orders are to subdue
the crew and seize control of this.
Hold it. We´re not going near that thing.
That missile is tipped with a 40-megaton nuclear warhead.
- Good night.
- Where are you going?

Home.
For once, I’m in complete agreement.
I think we should leave immediately.
You know what those do?
Suck the paint off your house
and give your family an orange Afro.
l don´t care what you two do.
l´m fulfilling my obligation.
l intend to go down and seize control
of that emplacement alone if l have to.
Wait. You know we´d do anything for you,
but we can´t go and seize that rocket.
- We´d have to kill everybody.
- l´m not killing anybody.
l´m not, either.
Gentlemen, I think you both should
realise the gravity of this moment.
I have spent two and a half years of
my life preparing for this penetration.
This afternoon,
I buried my partner, Jerry Hadley,
perhaps the finest, most dedicated
GLG-20 in the history of the Service.
He is now, forever,
entombed in a snowy grave,
and it´s not gonna be for nothing!
We are here today to guarantee the
personal freedom of every American.
And we should never forget the words
of President John F Kennedy, who said:
“Ask not what your country can do for you,
but what you can do for your country.”
Will you marry me?
Now...
...these are high-compression
tranquilizer pistols.
We´re not going to kill anybody.
But you´ve got to get in close to use them.
Hours: T-minus-two until
designated target apogee.

[man] 
Sir, all air traffic has been
diverted from our response corridor.
What’s our present online power reading?
Michigan reactor and Washington State
atomic plants online.

Lock us in.
W.A.M.P. secure, sir.
All right.
Let´s go to response level yellow.
lnitiating level yellow.
Run your full servo and arm it.
Servo on and armed.
Soul Flngerl
Soul Flnger.
What´s she saying?
Hair... hairbrush... headrest...
Where did you learn your Russian,
J.C.Penny?
When she was a child in Lithuania,
her uncle used to tell a story
about strange beings that came down
from a disc and stole an ox,
which the village
had put aside for roasting.
l told you it would work.
Everybody knows about UFOs.

Apparently, the aliens
from the silver disc dissected the ox
and kept the best pieces of meat
for themselves.

So what? So we owe them a cow.
Where do we get one?
Do what l do.

Satscram signal from the strike site.
Your GLG-20s have penetrated
successfully and are awaiting a ´´go´´.
Open and lock down ground deflectors.
Ground deflectors open and locked.

OK, Dostoevsky, what does it say?
It says, “Approach SS-50, Source programmable Rocket.”
Easy.

“Find control box at front of transporter.”
This is a snap.

“For erector panel, push red button.
Depress red key switch.
- [buzzing]
Enter first numbered sequence.” 

Go.

“Three-three-nine...
[beeplng]
- ...dash-two-five-nine...
- [beeplng]
- ...dash-six.
Acknowledge compliance
on Satscram now.´´
GLG-20s acknowledge
programming and compliance.
Bring all birds into final bounce mode.
Bounce mode engaged.
Send them the go code.
´´Go with numbered sequence
seven-four-dash-seven-four
- dash-eight-eight-three
- [moaning]
dash-five-dash-three.´´
Sat-Oom confirms an outbound blip
from Soviet Oentral Asia.
lt´s on its way.
Override all sat alerts with
stand-down orders for ten minutes.
Sat override code, entered.
Error. Stand down.


….I think we just started World War III.
She wants to know why
we would do such a thing.

Tell her so do we.
What are they saying?
It’s 4.47 am.
It’ll be 28 minutes before the rocket
detonates above its target, somewhere 
inside the continental United States.

Twenty-eight minutes.
That´s 1½8 until it´s inside US radar.
Figure two for our response.
Say, 20 until total commitment.
Figure 20, 22 until the first impact
of our retaliatory strike.
I figure we have 42 minutes until
the end of civilisation as we know it.


You, uh, wanna go out with a bang?

I beg your pardon!

Just an idea.


If we were sitting in a bar,
I’d throw a drink right in your face.
But under the circumstances —
…it’s not such a bad idea.
[speaking Russian]
Release full pulse.
Three. Two. One.
Mark.

Bounce pulse failed to connect with target, sir.

What are you saying, soldier?

We missed it.

What?

We missed it. It didn’t work.

Didn’t work? Where did the pulse go?

Don´t know, it didn´t connect
with the inbound traffic.
- Wow.
- Excellent.


Let´s call the president.
We´re not calling.
What do you mean, not calling?
The President must know that this attack
was not initiated by the Soviets.

We are prepared for this contingency.

What in hell do you intend to do?
You understand that we are responsible
for launching a nuclear weapon
against our country!

No one outside this command centre
has that information.
When we commissioned the Schmectel Corporation
to research this precise sequence scenario,
it was determined that the continual
stockpiling of our nuclear arsenal
was becoming self-defeating.
A weapon unused is a useless weapon.

Sat-Oom confirms all defence systems
commitment ready.

We have verification. The President is aboard 
the airborne command centre now.
It will be a matter of minutes before
The President commits to total release.

Jesus Christ.

You see, we had to show that we 
had the technical capability
and were determined.
History demonstrates conclusively
that naive wishing for peace
is the surest possible way
to encourage an aggressor.

Place me in communication
with the president!
Relax, Mr Ruby.
This facility is more than adequately
stocked for 17 months of existence.
We´ll be fine.
By your actions, you are risking
the future of the human race!
To guarantee the American way of life,
l´m willing to take that risk.
lt´s been only 1½5 minutes
since l destroyed the world.
ln another 1½5 minutes it´ll all be over.
Such a short time to destroy a world.
My high school guidance counsellor
said l´d never amount to anything.
Just goes to show...
Guidance!
Source-programmable guidance!
Fitz-Hume! Boyer! Get up! Get up!
Oome on, come on, come on!
Fitz-Hume! Boyer!
What´s going on here? [gasping]
- You have a tent?
- Bring the Satscram dish.
- l think we can recall it.
- What do you mean?
Like a defective Pinto?
[speaking Russian]
Take this up. Up! Olimb... uh...
Grab a rock or grab a hammer.
We can divert it.
lt´s made to respond to commands
- with our Sat-Relay Network.
- A rock.
Go to the Satscram terminal.
- Now what?
- Smash that thing.
- lt´s broken.
- Bring it here.
Not the rock.
lt´s probably all over anyway.
No, no, no.
All we have to do
is switch sending boards.
OK. Boyer, start sending
the launch sequence in reverse order.
Yes, sir.
Fitz-Hume, hold these together.
Make the splice. Hold it together.
- Ow. l got a shock.
- And you will.
l don´t care how painful it is.
You´ve got to hold them.
- You are the bridge.
- [zapplng]
B-b-but...
- l need, uh...
- Ow! Ow!
- Bigger than a breadbox?
- l need, uh...
The title of a movie?
An animal´s habitat? Title of a book?
Things that are round? That are square?
- Things that are being electrocuted?
- Got it!
Miles, five.
Zero, zero...
- We did it!
- We did?
We did it!
Oan l borrow your tent?
Sat-Oom confirms destruction of inbound
at Zulu, 3,000 hours.
- What about the rest of their inbounds?
- There are none.
Both US and Soviet response chain
on full recall.
Damn.
Recall.
Place them under arrest. All of them.
Wait. We don´t know these men.
- We were kidnapped.
- Right. Kidnapped.
- We were... on the street...
- At the drive-in...
As the dlsarmament talks here contlnued
through closed sesslons last nlght
and on lnto thls afternoon,
the feellng of posltlve antlclpatlon ls
shared by everyone ln the press corps.
The doors to the conference room are
openlng. l see the chlef US delegate,
Mr Emmett Fltz-Hume.
- Mr Fitz-Hume.
- Hi, Ed.
Everybody at home is most anxious
to know how things are going in there.
Right now we´re at
an extremely sensitive juncture.
Of course, the slightest
misperceived phrase or gesture
could upset everything
we´ve achieved today.
- lf you´ll excuse me, Ed.
- Thank you, Mr Fitz-Hume.
Thank you, Ed.
Mr Fitz-Hume,
chief State Department negotiator
at the disarmament talks,
re-entering what he has called
´´delicately balanced negotiations´´.
Oomrade.
OK.
´´What Little Richard song
was the title of a 1950s movie
starring Jayne Mansfield?´´
Good Golly Mlss Molly?
Great Balls of Flre?
Wrong! lt was The Glrl Can´t Help lt.
- Sorry. You lose.
- Eastern Europe.
Eastern Europe.