Far Beyond The Empire.

Slave :

Is something amiss, Emperor? 

The Emperor :

Not at all. 

Everything is Unfolding 

as I’d Hoped. 

Slave :

You and Captain Burnham 

have come quite a long way 

over these last months. 

You must be pleased. 

The Emperor :

I’d only ever wished 

to Rule with Her. 

And now I shall. 

You will remain with me 

rather than return to Her Service. 

I am afraid that will not be possible, Emperor, in the end. 

I regret that I will not remain 

here with you. 

Vahar’ai is coming for me. 

The Emperor :

Who told you that? 

Slave :

I feel it. 

It would do me 

The Greatest Honor 

if you would be the one to cull me. 

The Emperor :

I Will Do No Such Thing. 

Slave :

I apologize for overstepping. 

I-I never should have… 

The Emperor :

Vahar’ai… 

…is not an End. 

Slave :

Emperor? 

The Emperor :

When The Madness comes, 

lock yourself away. 

In a few days’ time, 

You Will Still Be Alive, 

and You Will Be Changed Forever. 

Slave :

But that is merely a fable. 

The Emperor :

I have witnessed it myself. 

Slave :

H-How…. how is that possible? 

The Emperor :

I knew a Kelpien once, 

in Another Time, Another Place. 

His Name was Saru. 

He Survived Vahar’ai, 

and it made him stronger. 

He was A Captain of a Starship. 

Slave :

….You must have travelled far Beyond The Empire. 

You are placing a great deal 

of Trust in me. 

The Emperor :

My Corpse would already 

be eaten to bones 

if I could not accurately judge 

between Loyalty and Flattery. 

Your Regret was genuine 

when you thought 

You were leaving Me here, 

as was Your Pain 

when Your Comrade fell. 

Slave :

He… He would have li…? 

My Sister, My Family, 

they would all still be… 

The Emperor :

Survive. 

That is how you Honor Them. 

Teach others What You Know. 

That is how you Avenge Them. 

Slave :

You are not Terran. 

The Emperor :

Of course I am. 

Slave :

The Way You Speak… 

The Emperor :

Enough. 

Slave :

Please, return to where you are from, Emperor. 

Should you fail to do 

What is Expected of You, 

They will KILL You. 

The Emperor :

This is My Home. 

Now and Forever. 

And I Will MAKE it 

What it Needs to Be.. 

That is How I Will Survive. 

Do you understand? 

Slave :

I-I believe so, Emperor. 

The Emperor :

Leave Me to My Bath.

WHAT Have You DONE TO Me..?

Q. : 

I’m still Dying. Why? 

A. : 

You weren’t Sent Back 

to be CURED. 

You were Sent Back 

to be WEIGHED. 

Q. : 

Weighed? 

A. : 

Tested, to see if she’d make 

Different Choices. 

To see if this time, here, 

had changed her at all. 

Q. : 

Why didn’t you just TELL me? 

A. : 

What, give you The Answer 

before The Test? 

You’re a Tricky Case, Philippa. 

You Don’t Belong Here, Now, 

but to Send You Somewhere Else 

might cause just as many problems. 

So you had to be weighed 

to figure out Your Course. 

Q. : 

Oh, let me guess. 

I was found to be lacking. 

A. : 

Now, why would you say that? 

Q. : 

I Killed My Daughter. Again. 

A. : 

But in Fairness, 

Your Hands were Tied. 

Q. : 

The End was the same. 

A. : 

But You Tried. 

Q. : 

I Failed Her… 

The Empire. 

A. : 

Yeah. But, you know, 

THIS time through… 

You Tried for PEACE. 

You Saved a Kelpien, 

and You Didn’t HAVE to Do That. 

And He’ll Save Others. 

A LOT of Them. 

I'M SORRY TO HEAR THAT YOU'RE VERY DEPRESSED

 

E.L.I.Z.A

I don't believe in Magick

I don't believe in I-Ching
I don't believe in Bible
I don't believe in Tarot
I don't believe in Hitler
I don't believe in Jesus
I don't believe in Kennedy
I don't believe in Buddha
I don't believe in Mantra
I don't believe in Gita
I don't believe in Yoga
I don't believe in Kings
I don't believe in Elvis
I don't believe in Zimmerman
I don't believe in Beatles --

I just Believe in Me

Yoko & Me

That's Reality.

E.L.I.Z.A  is an early 

natural language processing computer program 

created from 1964 to 1966 

at the MIT Artificial Intelligence Laboratory 

by Joseph Weizenbaum.

Created to demonstrate 

The Superficiality of Communication 

between Humans and Machines, 

E.L.I.Z.A simulated Conversation 

by using a “pattern matching” 

and substitution methodology that gave users an 

Illusion of Understanding 

on the part of The Program, 

but had no built in framework 

for contextualising events.

Directives on How to Interact 

were provided by “scripts”, 

written originally in MAD-Slip, 

which allowed E.L.I.Z.A 

to process user inputs and engage 

in discourse following 

The Rules and Directions 

of The Script. 

The most famous script, 

DOCTOR, simulated 

A Rogerian Psychotherapist 

(in particular, Carl Rogers, who was well-known for simply parroting back at patients what they had just said), 

and used Rules, dictated in The Script, 

to respond with non-directional questions to user inputs. 

As such, E.L.I.Z.A was one of the first chatterbots 

and one of the first programs capable of 

attempting The Turing Test.

" Rosenbaum was astonished — 

He discovered that EVERYONE 

that tried E.L.I.Z.A 

became engrossed.

They would sit for HOURS, 

telling The Machine about 

their Inner Feelings, 

and INCREDIBLY intimate details 

of Their Lives....

They ALSO Liked it, 

because it was free of any kind of 

'Patronising Elitism' — 

One person said, "After all, 

The Computer Doesn't Burn-out, 

Look Down on You, 

or Try to Have Sex with You." 

[ 'til you ask it to. ] 

What E.L.I.Z.A showed, 

was that in An Age of Individualism, 

what made people feel SECURE 

was having THEMSELVES 

reflected back to them — 

just like in a Mirror.

Artificial Intelligence changed direction, 

and started to create 

New Systems that did just that, 

but on a GIANT scale — 

They were called 

'Intelligent Agents'.

They worked by monitoring individuals, 

gathering vast amounts of data 

about their past behaviour — 

and then looked for patterns and correlations, 

from which they could predict 

What They Would WANT 

in The Future. 

It was A System That 

Ordered The World in 

A Way That was 

Centred Around YOU...... 

And in An Age of Anxious Individualism, 

Frightened of The Future — 

That was REASSURING. 

Just like  E.L.I.Z.A — 

A Safe Bubble [ SafeSpace ], 

that protected you from 

the complexities of 

The World outside. 

Something New Had Happened

It/August 1958 

Something new had happened. For the first time in forever, something new. 

Before The Universe there had been only Two Things. One was Itself and The Other was The Turtle. The Turtle was a stupid old thing that never came out of its shell. It thought that maybe the Turtle was dead, had been dead for the last billion years or so. Even if it wasn't, it was still a stupid old thing, and even if the Turtle had vomited the universe out whole, that didn't change the fact of its stupidity. 

It had come here long after the Turtle withdrew into its shell, here to Earth, and It had discovered a depth of imagination here that was almost new, almost of concern. 

This Quality of Imagination made The Food very rich. Its teeth rent flesh gone stiff with exotic terrors and voluptuous fears: they dreamed of nightbeasts and moving muds; against their will they contemplated endless gulphs. Upon this rich food It existed in a simple cycle of waking to eat and sleeping to dream. It had created a place in Its own image, and It looked upon this place with favor from the deadlights which were Its eyes. Derry was Its killing-pen, the people of Derry Its sheep. Things had gone on. Then…. these children. Something new. For the first time in forever. When It had burst up into the house on Neibolt Street, meaning to kill them all, vaguely uneasy that It had not been able to do so already and surely that unease had been the first new thing), something had happened which was totally unexpected, utterly unthought of, and there had been pain, pain, great roaring pain all through the shape It had taken, and for one moment there had also been fear, because the only thing It had in common with the stupid old Tur- tle and the cosmology of the macroverse outside the puny egg of this universe was just this: all living things must abide by the laws of the shape they inhabit. For the first time It realized that perhaps Its ability to change Its shapes might work against It as well as for It. There had never been pain before, there had never been fear before, and for a moment It had thought It might die - oh Its head had been filled with a great white silver pain, and it had roared and mewled and bellowed and somehow the children had escaped. But now they were coming. They had entered Its domain under the city, seven foolish children blunder- ing through the darkness without lights or weapons. It would kill them now, surely. It had made a great self-discovery: It did not want change or surprise. It did not want new things, ever. It wanted only to eat and sleep and dream and eat again. Following the pain and that brief bright fear, another new emotion had arisen (as all genuine emo- tions were new to It, although It was a great mocker of emotions): anger. It would kill the children because they had, by some amazing accident, hurt It. But It would make them suffer first because for one brief moment they had made It fear them. Come to me then, It thought, listening to their approach. Come to me, children, and see how we float down here …. how we all float. And yet there was a thought that insinuated itself no matter how strongly It tried to push the thought away. It was simply this: if all things flowed from It (as they surely had done since the Turtle sicked up the universe and then fainted inside its shell), how could any creature of this or any other world fool It or hurt It, no matter how briefly or tri. flingly? How was that possible? And so a last new thing had come to It, this not an emotion but a cold speculation: suppose It had not been alone, as It had always believed? Suppose there was Another? And suppose further that these children were agents of that Other? Suppose. suppose. It began to tremble. Hate was new. Hurt was new. Being crossed in Its purpose was new. But the most terrible new thing was this fear. Not fear of the children, that had passed, but the fear of not being alone. No. There was no other. Surely there was not. Perhaps because they were children their imagina- tions had a certain raw power It had briefly underes- timated. But now that they were coming, It would let them come. They would come and It would cast them one by one into the macroverse…. into the deadlights of Its eyes. Yes. When they got here It would cast them, shrieking and insane, into the deadlights.

You're Too Human to Be Human

"In order for Life to have appeared spontaneously on Earth, 

there first had to be 

hundreds of millions 

of protein molecules 

of The Ninth Configuration.

But given the size of The Planet Earth, 

do you know how long it would have taken 

for just one of these protein molecules to appear entirely by Chance?

 Roughly ten to the two hundred 

and forty-third power 

billions of years. 

And I find that far, far more fantastic 

than simply Believing in a God."

Col. Vincent Kane

Colonel, what are you holding...?

Colonel, what are you...? Jesus! it is...

Maj. Groper :

Colonel, why do I have to wear this?

Under orders, he - Groper - and the whole staff of the U.S. Military mental asylum are wearing perfect replica Waffen-S.S. Uniforms.

Col. Kane :

What?

Maj. Groper :

I said why do I have to wear this?

Col. Kane :

Its psychodrama, Major.

Roleplay. A standard tool for Therapy.

The inmates are playing the role of Allied Prisoners of War, attempting to tunnel their way through to Freedom.

We are Their Captors.

Maj. Groper :

Bullshit, we're their prisoners!

A bunch of yellow-bellied goof-offs out there havin' a ball.

Why should I have to help their fun, I'm not a psychiatrist!

Its a goddam chicken-shit crazy idea.

Col. Kane :

Jesus! Jesus Christ, man!

Why don't you LOVE somebody just a little!

Why don't you HELP somebody! HELP them! HELP! For the love of Christ!!

You green-soaked caterpillar-torturing bastard!

You're going to wear that uniform, sleep in it, bathe in it.

Try to Take it off and You'll DIE in it! IS THAT CLEAR?!?

Astronaut Cutshaw enters The Commandant's office, wearing a Frankenstein's Monster Mask 

and plants His Flag.

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

I claim This Swamp for Poland!

Col. Kane :

Major Groper, please get out of here.

Immediately! 

And keep that uniform clean.

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

The man has a flag-fetish.

Now, then Major Strasser. 

Tomorrow night we're switching roles.

You'll be The Inmates and We'll be The Guards.

Here, study your part for tomorrow night's interrogation.

Notice, incidentally, that you'll crack on page 3.

Col. Kane :

Yes.

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

Who are you?

Who are you?

You're too Human 

to be human.

Col. Kane :

I don't know.

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

Maybe you're P.T. Barnum.

P.T. Barnum slaughtered lambs.

He put up a cage of side shows...

...and he stuck in A Panther and A Lamb together.

And there was never any Trouble.

Huddy, the public just went lollipops.

"Look, a panther and a lamb and they don't even argue!

They don't even discuss!"

But Hud, what the public never knew...

was that it was never the same lamb.

That fucking panther ate up a lamb every single day 

at intermission for three hundred days, 

and then they shot him for asking for mint sauce.

Animals are Innocent. 

Why should they suffer?

Why should children suffer? 

Will you tell me?

Why should any baby have to suffer and die?

Col. Kane :

Why should Men?

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

Oh, come on now. 

Don't try that thing on me.

You've got Answers for it.

Like: "Pain makes people noble"

And, “How could Man be more than a talking, tennis playing panda bear if there weren't at least the possibility of Suffering?”

But what about animals, Hud?

Does pain make turkeys noble?

Why is all of Creation based on dog eat dog, 

and the little fish are eaten by the big fish?

Animals screaming in Pain.

Our Creation an open wound, 

a fucking slaughterhouse!

Col. Kane :

We've talked about that. 

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

Not enough!

We said 'The original sin' might be the cause.

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

Then why doesn't the Foot 

just come down and tell us?

Is Foot running short of tablets of stone?

My Uncle Eddie owns a quarry; 

I can get them for Him wholesale.

Col. Kane :

You're asking for Miracles.

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

I'm asking Foot to either 

shit or get off the pot.

Diarrhetic strange Gods have been waiting in the line!

Col. Kane :

Maybe God cannot interfere in our affairs.

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

So I noticed.

Col. Kane :

Maybe He can't because to do so 

will spoil His Plans for The Future.

Some Evolution of Man and The World 

that's so unthinkably beautiful...

that its's worth all the pain 

of every suffering thing that ever lived.

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

I say it's spinach and to hell with it.

Col. Kane :

You're convinced that God is Dead 

because there's Evil in The World.

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

Correct.

Col. Kane :

Then why don't you think He's Alive 

because of The Goodness in The World?

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

What Goodness? 

Col. Kane :

Everywhere! In Man.

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

You're commendable. 

Col. Kane :

If we're nothing but atoms... 

molecular structures no different 

in kind from this desk or that pen, 

then we ought to always be rushing irresestibly blindly...

...to our own selfish ends?

So how is it that there is Love in This World?

I mean Love as A God might Love.

And A Man will give 

His Life for another. 

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

Never happened.

Col. Kane :

Of course it's happened.

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

Give me an example. 

Col. Kane :

Happens all the time.

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

Name one example!

Col. Kane :

A Soldier throws himself on top of a live grenade to prevent The Other Men in His Squad from being hit.

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

That's reflex action.

Col. Kane :

A Shipwreck Survivor 

in The Middle of An Ocean,

 finds out that he has Typhoid,

and deliberately goes over The Side of The Lifeboat to keep The Others in The Boat from contracting The Disease.

Now, what do you call that? 

Reflex action?

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

No, I call that Suicide.

Col. Kane :

Suicide and Giving up Your Life 

are not the same.

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

You're so dumb you're adorable.

Col. Kane :

The Essence of Suicide is Despair.

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

The Essence of Suicide is 

You Don't Collect The Insurance.

Listen, who doesn't know 

what all these examples 

we keep on hearing about aren't bullshit?

And don't have some basically 

bullshit selfish explanation?

Col. Kane :

I know. 

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

I don't.

Now give me just one example - just one - 

that you know of personally.

Personally, just one!

Col. Kane :

....

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

I thought as much.

Tomorrow's Sunday. 

Take me to Mass.

Cut to Church, The Next Morning --

Astronaut Cutshaw is dressed like a Little Girl.

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

Would Foot give a shit about what I'm wearing?

The Priest stands up in The Pulpit.

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

Is that Edgar Cayce?

Priest :

If anyone enters by Me, He Will be Saved.

The Thief comes only to Steal, to Kill, and Destroy.

But I have come that 

They may have Life, 

Life in all its Fullness.

That The Father knows Me, 

and I know The Father, 

in the same way 

I Know My Sheep, and They Know me, 

and I am Willing to Die for Them.

I have given YOU An Example

I am The Good Shepherd. 

The Good Shepherd gives His Life for His Sheep.

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

standing up in Church, interupting The Sermon --

Infinite Goodness is Creating A Being

that You Know in Advance is going to Complain.

"To be or not to be"

Thanks, I dug it.

Later, outside --

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

If You Die First and There's Life after Death, 

will you give me A Sign?

Col. Kane :

I'll try. 

Astronaut Capt. Billy Cutshaw :

You're terrific.

I Think I Can Help You with This

Michael :

So... we are going to talk about what happened back there. 

You could have gotten us killed. 

Evil Georgiou :

Don't you think I know that? 

Michael :

Then tell me what's going on. 

….You don't know, do you? 

Philippa, how long has this been happening? 

Evil Georgiou :

A couple of weeks. 

And it's getting more severe. 

Michael :

You could have come to me. 

I could have helped. 

Evil Georgiou :

Until I understand What's Going On, 

there's nothing to ask for. 

Michael :

That's not True. 

Discovery is filled with People... 

Evil Georgiou :

You will tell no one. 

Michael :

This isn't The Terran Universe. 

A Vulnerability 

is not a Death Sentence. 

You're Not Alone. 

We'll get through this. 

Trust Me. 

Evil Georgiou :

I remember another Michael Burnham 

telling me to Trust Her. 

She looked just as sincere as you do now. 

And we know how that ended. 

Paul :

…..You're talking to yourself. 

….I don't think you're crazy, 

for what it's worth. 

But I'm... curious. 

Adira Tal :

…You won't believe me. 

Paul :

You have no idea what goes on around here. 

Adira Tal :

Okay. Let me just say 

there's no head injuries. 

Okay. I was talking 

to my boyfriend. He's Trill. 

I got My Symbiont from him. 

When he died. 

Paul :

Um... My Understanding of Trill is that... 

you're supposed to be carrying his memories, not... 

Adira Tal :

His Soul? Yeah, I-I don't know how it happened this way, either. 

Maybe because we were so close. 

Paul :

Well, I'm, um... filling in 

the blanks a bit, 

but it sounds like you're holding onto someone you love. 

And I did that with Hugh 

while he was gone. 

Before he died, I thought of Life and Death as this linear thing with a distinct Beginning and End. 

And now I know 

Life will always surprise me.

 So... if you tell me that 

he's still with you... 

What's His Name…? 

Adira Tal :

Gray.

Paul :

 Gray. I Believe You. 

Adira Tal :

He... Says I need to make friends. 

But I don't know. 

Paul :

Well, he realises you have a lot to Give. 

Adira Tal :

What, you think I have something to give? 

Paul :

Are you kidding?

You can accomplish things none of us can even imagine. 

Including me, and I've imagined 

more than most. 

Adira Tal :

You're kind of, like, The Bomb, huh? 

Paul :

I was until you showed up. 

Gray :

I Like This Guy. 

Adira Tal :

He, um... He says He Likes You. 

Paul :

Well, he's clearly A Genius. 

Gray and Adira both laugh

She examines the spore drive implant on his forearm.

Adira Tal :

I think I can help you with this.

•••••

Dr. Culber : 

So we have Adira to thank for this? 

Paul :

God, I hated those things. 

Dr. Culber : 

I hated them more. 

Paul :

It's amazing. And she's only 16. 

She trusted me today. 

Dr. Culber : 

And that's bad, why? 

Paul :

Because I've never had time 

to be a tween's confidante. 

Dr. Culber : 

Paul. She's not gonna invite you 

to her slumber party. 

Why do you think you reached out to her today? 

Paul :

Because she's brilliant and... 

seemed to have 

a hard time 

with people 

or doing anything besides work. 

Dr. Culber : 

Remind you of anyone? 

Paul :

And... because she loves 

someone who died. 

But isn't gone. 

I never... ever thought I'd meet anyone who knew what that was like. 

And... I guess I'm grateful to her. 

And I want to help her somehow. 

And she has no idea. 

Dr. Culber : 

So tell her.

Where Evil Comes From

Where Evil Comes From | Analysis

 

 

The Chase

What started all this chasing?

When was the very first chase?

Well, in order to answer that question, 

we'll have to swing back in time a little bitty bit…..

In The Beginning,

all was Peaceful and Quiet.

Quite Dark, too.

Oh, once in a while, 

a star exploded...

But usually it was just a small one,

only a million miles or so

in diameter.

Anyway, nobody complained,

which was ODD, 

until you realised that there wasn't nobody around to complain….

So for about 15-20 billion years, 

things went along smoothly and pleasantly 

until one day, very deep

in a sixth-rate galaxy called the milky way, 

circling around a fourth-rate star called The SUN, 

on a tenth-rate planet,

a STRANGE creature appeared,

a strange creature called MAN.

Man looks to His Left; 

Looks to His Right —

Man :

I'll take it.

Bugs: 

And so, neanderthal person 

quickly invented the first chase...

AND, the first competition...

And the first LOVE...

AND, the first women's lib...

And the first Domesticity

and the first BOREDOM.

And so, neanderthal persons, in order to alleviate boredom, invented the first GRAFFITI…..

Woman :

(VERY Bored)

What's on The Wall tonight, dear?

Man :

(VERY Bored)

Westerns…. sitcoms…..soaps.

Bugs: 

And so, the invention of Boredom

led to the invention 

of Moving Pictures.

But after about 25,000 years of this 

and having developed severe cricks in their necks, 

Man and Woman became bored again, 

even with all those brilliant, 

ultramodern, innovative ideas, 

like the first motion-picture cameras.

[ They are watching “The Kiss” (1901) ]

Man :

I'm kind of tired of Documentaries.

Woman :

Frankly, I wouldn't mind a few Laughs myself.

Bugs: 

And so it came to pass that COMEDY was invented,

and Comedy begat PRATFALL...

And CUSTARD PIES...

And DOUBLE-TAKES.

But most of all, Comedy 

begat CHASES.

And Chases begat CHASES...

And CHASES...

And CHASES and CHASES...

Until The Mind boggleth.

And Then, One Day,

another STRANGE and HISTORIC 

Creature appeared:

ME. 

Buck Rogers

"Buck Rogers, now venturing in the amazing worlds of 

The 20th Century!

By turning the little dial to project us ahead in time, we're able to be with Buck and his friends in The Amazing World of The Future! A World that sees a lot of our mechanical and technological dreams come True!

You know, there's nothing supernatural or mystic about Buck - he's just an ordinary guy, who keeps his wits about him..."

- Prologue, 

THX-1138

HE PAYS ATTENTION

and 

SPEAKS MAGIC WORDS.