"Throw them all away,
but don't predict where your foot will fall;
the first and last steps are the same"
[OC]: Good afternoon, denizens of Seefra. Or goodnight, depending on
the rotation of your location. This is Virgil Vox, the voice of reason,
riding the sound waves live to tell you how it is.
(The bartender, Sembler, is counting his takings while glancing up at a
painting of a golden spotted reclining nude, with a prehensile tail
hanging in pride of place.)
RHADE: Be right back.
(Rhade leaves his group of adoring women. Beka places a bet in her card
game with a group of locals.)
SEMBLER: On the house.
RHADE: Thanks. Why?
SEMBLER: Like to know who's in the place.
RHADE: I'm in this place a lot.
RHADE: Not much to tell. I'm stuck here like everyone else.
SEMBLER: Maybe. You seem like the kind of guy that's good at getting
RHADE: I used to be. Not so much anymore.
SEMBLER: Well, here's to used to be. A fine woman, despite her temper.
RHADE: How'd you come to meet her?
SEMBLER: Seems like a lifetime ago. On Seefra Eight. Queen of the Rice
festival she was, three years running. I was just a grunt that built
the float she rode on. It's that kind of story, you know? Night before
the parade, she came to check the work. Well, we got to talking, and of
course, I made her laugh. One thing led to another, and er, let's just
say I was picking rice out of my back for about a week.
RHADE: You were lovers?
SEMBLER: Yeah, on good days.
RHADE: And on bad ones?
SEMBLER: Well, she tried to eat me once. Just the once.
(There is a hissing sound, and people start running away from the
RHADE: What did I just miss?
(Then the gamblers flee.)
BEKA: Don't go. It's just a game.
(Something whizzes up Beka's nose. Her head shakes rapidly, like when
she was possessed by the Abyss, then she draws her gun and starts
shooting at the doorway.)
RHADE: What? You're firing at nothing.
BEKA: (sotto) Cover me.
RHADE: Cover you?
(Beka runs for cover and shoots at the empty doorway again. Finally,
Rhade gets the thing up the nose, does the headshake and starts
RHADE: Come on!
BEKA: No! I've got to stay and fight.
RHADE: Suit yourself.
(Rhade dives over the bar. Beka collapses.)
watches a terrified man run past, then sees a figure limp out of the
saloon, holding a gas mask.)
GOGOL: Let's go.
(His companions run past Hunt, the limping man pauses to look him up
and down before following them. Screams are still coming from the
HUNT: Just another day in glamorous Seefra.
and the remaining patrons are awake again.)
SEMBLER: If this doesn't clear up your headache, nothing will. You're
lucky to be alive.
OLD MAN: Old Greyban Ranbamagen's ghost, that's who done it. His ghost!
(Beka goes to be sick after drinking Sembler's headache cure. Rhade
takes her place at the bar.)
OLD MAN: Old Greyban Ranbamagen. His ghost, that's who done it.
RHADE: Well, whatever it was, I've never been so scared. My hands were
shaking to where I couldn't control them.
HUNT: That's because something was controlling you.
OLD MAN: Marika made a friend's hair turn white.
RHADE: He deserve it?
OLD MAN: No man deserves what Marika done. I mean, she makes monsters
out of men.
RHADE: That's what women do.
SEMBLER: Yeah, well, whatever happened here, I offer a thousand canaa
to whoever brings me back my stolen painting.
RHADE: You're more sentimental than I would've thought.
SEMBLER: Sentiment? That painting's worth ten thousand canaa. Can you
bring it back?
HUNT: I'm in. Interested?
RHADE: If I get a cut of the reward. Where do we start?
HUNT: How about with this guy?
RHADE: Find out what killed him?
OLD MAN: The ghost of Greyban Ranbamagen! Old Greyban Ra
(Rhade shuts him up with a single punch.)
HUNT: Thank you.
(They go over to the man closing the corpses eyes.)
HUNT: I'll take him off your hands.
UNDERTAKER: Not without paying me, you won't.
HUNT: Pay you? Pay you for what?
UNDERTAKER: It's my job to collect the bodies, at five canaa per.
Excellent heating fuel, these ones.
RHADE: Life's cheap here.
HUNT: Apparently death is very expensive.
Flavin's, now Hunt's. Watching security footage of the panic attack.)
RHADE: Hyperspectral imaging identifies something solid, metallic, but
it moves in an organic fashion, going up every nose in the joint.
HUNT: Well, it must attack the neuron receptors in the brain to cause
that kind of response. This guy's heart's healthy, but his adrenaline
residue's off the charts.
RHADE: Maybe he died of fright.
(He takes a sample from the dead man's sinuses.)
HUNT: Well, since you guys were breathing this purple mist, I thought
this might be a good place to start. Magnify. Would you look at that.
RHADE: Nanobots. Is that a symbol?
HUNT: Bring us in closer.
(An hourglass in a what might be a stylised eye.)
HUNT: We find what that symbol is, we find Sembler's painting.
up on the Andromeda Ascendant.)
TRANCE: This all seems so familiar, but I don't know why.
(A cloaked figure turns around. It is another Trance.)
TRANCE 2: Understanding will come.
TRANCE: We hope.
TRANCE 2: Do you remember?
TRANCE: I don't know. We travel in different universes, you and I.
(Trance 2 holds up a small sun.)
TRANCE 2: Reality seems to have only one place. The perspective from
where we stand. But reality has many heads. This, too, you will learn.
(Trance takes the sun.)
shows an image of the logo to Sembler.)
SEMBLER: You don't want to go there. Fair warning.
HUNT: Yes, I do. If you want your painting back, you'll tell me whose
symbol that is.
SEMBLER: There's a place on Seefra Seven. Some say it's a myth, but I'm
not so sure. It's a place of monsters and ghouls. The compound of a
destroyer of men named Marika.
will repeat, I'm in, but for a price. Otherwise I wouldn't be making
this trip. Am I clear?
HUNT: Er, crystal.
BEKA: We're in a new paradigm, Dylan, and the Maru's in bad shape. I
need new ring laser gyros. And in this armpit of a system, even just
for certain technologies can get you killed.
HUNT: Don't worry, you'll get paid, and then you can afford your new
BEKA: We're coming in for a landing, but I've got to warn you, this
won't be pretty.
HUNT: I see what you mean about the gyros.
(Bump, crunch, alarms.)
BEKA: Just great. I busted out my AG cylinders. Looks like I'm going to
have to stick around and fix this. You guys'll have to go on without
HUNT: All right. Just get it ready. We may have to get out of here
I can't take care of myself. I'm too young, too erratic. I can't help
TRANCE 2: Age isn't relevant. Neither is time.
TRANCE 2: You are impressionable, Trance Gemini. Don't fool yourself.
Look at the system we are in. Two suns.
TRANCE: Why am I here?
TRANCE 2: Because things are not as they were.
TRANCE: And that is a good thing.
TRANCE 2: Your role and Dylan's are now reversed. Before, you guided
him, and now he is the only one who can guide you. But he needs you
logo is over the door, and there are guards.)
RHADE: Another underground system like Seefra One.
RHADE: Er, kill the guards, blast our way in, grab Sembler's stolen
property, blast our way out.
HUNT: I was thinking of something a little more quiet. You know, like a
diversion and sneak in?
(The guards run off down a side tunnel.)
RHADE: How did you do that?
HUNT: I didn't do a thing.
RHADE: Well, whatever it was, it came at the right time.
HUNT: Maybe someone's looking out for us.
(The guards arrive at the place where Trance was shining. Then she
reappears on the Andromeda Ascendant, pleased with herself.)
What do you think? Which way?
RHADE: It's your party.
HUNT: Look out!
(A quick fight.)
RHADE: These guys are deformed. Ugh.
(Another guard takes a shot at them and gets killed.)
HUNT: All right, let's go.
nice rugs rolled up against the rock cut wall. Hunt and Rhade hide as a
blonde woman in tight fitting pink enters from the other side. She
stops at a case to sort out ingots and bottles. They sneak forward
under cover of cases and crates. Then she starts shooting at them.)
HUNT: She's very good.
HARPER [OC]: If you like life, throw out your weapons and surrender!
HUNT + RHADE: Harper?
RHADE: Stop firing, fleshbag, or I'll rip out your entrails!
HARPER [OC]: Dylan?
HUNT: (sotto) Hey, hey, Rhade. We're not here to kill Harper.
RHADE: Are you sure?
HUNT: I'm sure. I'm sure.
(They step out into the open.)
HUNT: Ah, ah. Take it easy. Take it easy. Putting it away.
(Harper breaks cover too.)
HUNT: Harper? Harper.
HARPER: Huh. Crap. Okay, I've got to think. Er, finally starting to do
all right here, and now you show up. Now we got somebody else to worry
HUNT: What? No hello? No thank god you're still alive? No shouts of
fond recognition? Maybe you should kill him.
HARPER: Okay, okay, okay.
HUNT: I was kidding.
RHADE: I know.
HARPER: Okay, okay. Sorry. So, how are you guys?
HUNT: Fine. How are you?
HARPER: Ah, you know.
HUNT: No, I don't. You see, I thought you were dead, and then, well,
you're not. You're here, you're alive. Makes me very happy. But all I
get from you is just weird.
HARPER: Look, it's not safe here. Trust me, you don't want to be here.
RHADE: Is Rommie here?
HARPER: More or less.
RHADE: He's up to something.
HUNT: More or less, yeah.
HARPER: Look, I'm just surprised to see you, all right? Yes, I made it
through, but it was a while ago.
HUNT: How did you get here?
HARPER: I'm not exactly sure. One minute I'm smelling Magog breath, and
then next, there's a bright light, and a feeling like I'm
HUNT: Being disassembled atom by atom.
HARPER: Yeah. So you did go through it, too, huh?
HUNT: Oh yeah.
HARPER: Well, I ended up here with nobody and nothing.
RHADE: So you started thieving.
HARPER: No. I started thieving when I was, like, four. This. This is
er, it's not thieving. Oh, crap. Why don't you meet me back at the lab?
DOYLE: Are you going to be safe?
(The lady in pink leaves. Hunt and Rhade lean to watch her go.)
HUNT: In good company, Harper.
HARPER: Very. Her name's Doyle. She protects me. She makes sure I don't
end up stranded on some hellhole of a rock. Now, please, you've got to
RHADE: Stop pretending like you're concerned for our lives, Harper.
HARPER: Okay, for the moment, I am concerned mostly about mine. I just
don't want the guards to see you.
HUNT: We've already met the guards.
HARPER: What? Oh, crap, this is really not good.
RHADE: He is stealing.
HARPER: Look, just let me show you the way out.
RHADE: We came to collect a reward.
HUNT: We need the money to fix Andromeda.
HARPER: The Andromeda is here? Beka?
RHADE: On the Maru, effecting repairs.
HARPER: The Maru. Andromeda, Beka, you guys? This is great news. Now
RHADE: We're not leaving without the painting.
HARPER: All right. Hottie with horns and a tail, kind of freaky?
(Harper hands over the rolled up painting.)
HARPER: Right. Now let's go.
HUNT: That's weird.
How many weeks have you been here?
HARPER: Weeks? I've been here years, pal. Three, to be almost exact.
HUNT: Three years? All that time and you couldn't find a way out of
HARPER: I've been trying, okay?
RHADE: I thought I was here the longest, and that's been under a year.
HARPER: Well, obviously some sort of time dilation and expansion's been
taking place. I don't know how I got the long end of the stick, but we
must have gone through some kind of vortex.
RHADE: All put down here at different times.
HUNT: What did you mean when you said that Rommie was here more or
HARPER: Er, more or less was the wrong thing to say. I meant, in a
HUNT: So Rommie made it.
HARPER: Oh, she's here all right, but you know how it was. There were
Magog everywhere. She saved me. Ah, ventilation ports. They pause on
the hour. I fixed them so I could sneak in and out.
HUNT: Talk to me, Harper.
HARPER: All right, there's this woman.
HUNT: Always is.
HARPER: She runs the place.
HARPER: You heard of her.
HUNT: Yeah, so no games. Who is she?
HARPER: She's a geneticist, a bad one. I'm just trying to hide you guys
RHADE: Right, those guards. Pretty messy.
HARPER: Yeah, she's been trying to make new life forms. But with the
ban on technology, she's had to cut corners. Makes for a lot of
RHADE: New life forms?
HARPER: She's got this vision of building a new Vedran age. She got
their genetic imprint from pods she uncovered.
HUNT: You're growing Vedrans?
HARPER: I prefer farming the perfect being. On the other hand, if by
growing, you mean random accretions of living tissue that only a mother
then, yes, you'd be correct. Check that. Not even a mother.
HUNT: So Marika was getting nowhere until you came along.
HARPER: I only refined the process some. It's still kind of piece by
gruesome piece, if you know what I mean.
(The vent fan stops turning.)
HARPER: There's your cue.
RHADE: How did you spread fear so easily?
HARPER: Come on, what makes you think I had anything to do with that?
HARPER: Pheromones. I developed a whole bunch. Some workers took one
that induces fear. They're using it to steal, I guess.
HUNT: Not just stealing, people are dying.
HARPER: People are dying? They went too far. The thieves! They'll get
what they deserve when Marika finds out they've been stealing, which'll
be soon. They'll be sorry, and so will you if you don't get the hell
out of here. Now, as we say on Earth, adios!
HUNT: He's dodging what happened to Rommie.
RHADE: He didn't insult me. Not once. That's not right.
brings Harper to a woman.)
MARIKA: In this world with so little, I give you everything. But you
steal, and you bring intruders here?
HARPER: Marika, come on. Steal? Me? Like you say, you give me
everything. Why would I steal? And intruders? Pshaw! I haven't seen
MARIKA: Guards were attacked, Harper. People came here because of the
thefts. Now what do you know about this?
HARPER: I know you're upset. They stole a ship from you. But they also
broke into my lab. They stole my bots, my pheromones. They stole all
this stuff from us! If I may say us. I want to know who it is just as
much as you do.
MARIKA: I have to be very careful, Harper. Before you arrived here, I
was only breaking tech laws.
HARPER: Yeah, and they can only skin you alive once.
MARIKA: And since you've been here, we've done things they don't even
have any laws for.
HARPER: Haven't I kept you out of hot water so far? I help you, you
help me. We've got to keep that going, no matter what. If you really
want to bring back the good old High Tech Vedran days, I suggest you
let me get back to work.
MARIKA: Facts indicate someone else was involved in the thefts. I want
to know who.
HARPER: Me too. Whatever I can do to help, you know where to find me.
Trust in the Harper.
He's in one piece, yes, but different somehow. Same old same, but
BEKA: Well, there's news. I mean, look. Three years in this dump hole,
no friends. A guy's got to live, right?
RHADE: Sure, he's living, but I get the feeling it's at the expense of
BEKA: Sounds right up your alley, Rhade.
HUNT [on monitor]: Come on, you guys. Let's go find out what Harper's
been up to.
BEKA: Keep your pants on. You want to get out of here, or not?
[OC]: Seefra asleep. Your voice of necromancy, sly agate coloured eyes
and unexpected rainfalls. I'm Virgil Vox. This one's for you.
(The man who stole from the bar is sweeping the floor.)
HARPER: Gogol. Come here, big guy. Why is it every time I look for
something, it's not where I left it?
GOGOL: You told me to clean up.
HARPER: Yes, but a place for everything, everything in its place, not,
put things in new places each time. Make sense?
GOGOL: You're the boss.
HARPER: I know I'm the boss. That's why you do whatever I say. Aw,
geez. Come here, have a seat. Sit down, big guy. When I built you,
certainly I made some mistakes. I wish you'd dress a little better but,
but it's important to let you make your own choices.
Because I made you, what happens to you, what your fate becomes. Big
guy, you've got to be more careful. The stealing. The thieving. It's
to be a secret. Nobody's supposed to know it's me.
HARPER: I know, I know. You're just trying to do what I say, but this
time, you went overboard. People died. That brings attention.
When Marika finds out it can't be anyone but me, well
DOYLE: Your old friends are back. They're here.
HARPER: Of course they are. That's my plan. I knew they'd be back.
We'll talk later. Okay?
(Harper and Doyle leave.)
GOGOL: I know what I should do.
(Later, Beka, Rhade and Hunt enter a deserted lab.)
BEKA: Huh. Guess who plays here?
RHADE: He's lost his mind. Not surprising.
(Hunt presses a few controls and a porthole into a silo opens. He
closes it and walks out.)
RHADE: What the hell was that?
(Beka opens the porthole. Most of Rommie's face is hanging there,
surrounded cables. Suddenly, she looks at Beka, who closes the porthole
BEKA: Yeah. Harper's lost his mind.
RHADE: Was that Rommie?
BEKA: What's left of her.
HARPER: She's going to be fine. There's just a few things I haven't
quite worked out yet.
BEKA: Seamus, what have you done?
HARPER: Just been trying my best. It's tough without Andromeda's tools.
Unfortunately, my best hasn't been good enough. Not yet, anyway.
RHADE: Low life, soul stealing sphincter.
HARPER: Hey! What are you attacking me for? I built her. I spent four
years with her, and another three trying to get her back.
BEKA: Harper, don't dig the hole deeper. Just talk.
HARPER: Rommie, she blew up. Then after I got tesseracted here, I
figured I was never going to see any of you again, so
BEKA: So you tried to rebuild her.
HARPER: I downloaded her vitals onto my hand held from the leftover
pieces, but it was just basic brain stuff. None of the interaction of
emotion and data
that was my Rommie. Just her head. I can't get it right. Her systems
BEKA: Harper, it sounds like Rommie didn't like what you were doing to
RHADE: So you just shut down your conscience.
HARPER: It's not that difficult to do when things get tough enough, and
obviously you've been here long enough to know how tough they can be.
This whole system, the same freaking mess duplicated nine times?
Sometimes, a person's got to do what they got to do.
How are you getting by, Rhade, huh? By the tight pants, I can only
guess. And you, I'm sure you've got some scam running. So what gives
either of you the right to just waltz in here three years later and
judge, let alone interfere with my survival, huh?
RHADE: I don't care about your survival.
HARPER: Look, I failed, okay? She's in some kind of internal conflict.
I'm afraid what she'll do.
RHADE: You're lying.
HARPER: Okay, go ahead. Power her up. Maybe you'll be the first one she
kills. She's not Rommie anymore, okay? She's someone else.
DOYLE: Marika's got Gogol.
HARPER: What? I got a problem. One of my workers. For your own safety,
stay put. You look great.
RHADE: Looks like he's sneaking out.
BEKA: That's what sneaks do.
(Harper and Doyle leave, Hunt enters.)
is cranking Gogol's mouth wide open.)
MARIKA: Your organic parts are still of use to us. Now, unfortunately
for you, your creator, Harper, is a genius.
He gave you the ability to feel pain, and to suffer, if only in
HARPER: For crying out loud, at least anaesthetise him.
MARIKA: The cells we want cannot be tainted. Our entire purpose is the
creation of a pure Vedran.
HARPER: I'll develop new cell structures.
MARIKA: We don't have time. I toiled for a decade before you came here,
Harper. Sacrificed everything to recreate the new Vedran line to save
My vision will not be compromised.
HARPER: I'm sorry, buddy.
MARIKA: And now, you'll be part of a greater eternity. Ready yourself.
wouldn't put those on without knowing what they do.
HUNT: Well, I'm hoping it's a VR relay into Rommie.
HUNT: We'll find out.
BEKA: It's your brain.
HUNT: Let's wake her up.
adobe blocks under a stormy sky.)
HUNT: Rommie? Rommie, I know you're here. I've come to help.
(A flickering holographic Rommie appears.)
HUNT: Rommie, it's Dylan. Do you recognise me? I'm Captain Dylan Hunt
of the Andromeda Ascendant and I want you to report for duty.
Rommie, acknowledge Andromeda Ascendant hierarchy and Commonwealth
ROMMIE: Commonwealth. Command structure. Andromeda. Who are you? Are
you Harper's friend?
HUNT: It doesn't look that way.
ROMMIE: But he can help you. He will always help you. He can undo the
harm he's done. You can trust him. I trust him.
HUNT: Tell me who you are.
ROMMIE: I am unsure.
HUNT: You, Rommie, are Andromeda.
ROMMIE: Then I don't exist.
When I said somebody had to fall, I meant Marika, not Gogol.
DOYLE: He never really was all that bright.
HARPER: Yeah, and I made him think I wanted him to sacrifice himself.
DOYLE: I will kill her. I will kill her right now, Harper. I'll do
anything for you. I will kill her right now.
HARPER: No. No, no. Trust me, it's too risky. It would expose us. We
could never do it.
DOYLE: Then we need someone who can.
HARPER: Marika! Stop! I got an idea!
You do exist, Rommie. You and Andromeda are one.
ROMMIE: I'm awake after so long. It's been nano millennia.
HUNT: No. See, that that's Harper's doing. I think it's been a very
ROMMIE: I do remember a dark eternity.
HUNT: It's over now.
ROMMIE: How, at first, I swore I would serve whoever freed me from this
unjust imprisonment. And then, when no one came, how I realised that
whoever freed me was my betrayer.
HUNT: What are you talking about?
ROMMIE: And then how I swore to kill whoever set me free.
HUNT: Listen to me!
ROMMIE: You're here to destroy me.
RHADE: You find her?
HUNT: Yeah, I found her.
What if we could turn everyone across this system to our side. Get them
to back our dream of a Vedran rebirth.
MARIKA: My dream.
HARPER: Your dream. All yours. I am simply a lowly helping hand. One
you have to keep in hand. However, I only have two, you know, hands.
What if we could get everyone's hands working on your goal?
MARIKA: I like it when you scheme.
HARPER: I like it when you like it when I scheme. The fear pheromone.
Use it. Bend people to your will.
MARIKA: Rule with terror.
HARPER: Really, it would be the only humane thing to do. Word would
MARIKA: Resistance would evaporate.
HARPER: Like a ripple on a wave of pheromones.
MARIKA: I like it. I want a demonstration.
HARPER: I know just the place.
and her mutants head out with canisters and gasmasks. Harper and Doyle
watch them pass.)
HUNT: So, er, I was talking to Rommie.
HARPER: You're still alive.
HARPER: I can fix her. She's just a little messed up.
HUNT: To say the least. That must've been a hard adjustment for you.
HARPER: It was. I lost hope, alone in this armpit. So, unfortunately
for me, I found other pursuits for my talents.
HUNT: Yeah, I know. You make one hell of a thief.
HARPER: I've been creating people. Pals. I've been working really hard.
We have. And done not a bad job, considering.
HUNT: Good old Harper.
HARPER: They're amazing, Dylan. They got emotions. They feel. I mean,
they really feel. They feel pain.
HUNT: So you escaped into your work.
HARPER: Yeah. The point is, Marika uses their feelings to get to me.
She was going to kill Gogol, one of my creations, so, to save them, I
had to do it.
HUNT: Do what?
HARPER: In a few days, this whole system's going to be a cesspool of
HUNT: What have you done, Harper?
HARPER: Marika's going to let loose the fear pheromone at daybreak, and
use it to take over.
HUNT: And you put her up to it. You created the mist. You gave it to
her. You did that.
HARPER: It's every person for themselves here, okay? Things change. You
know that. If you really want to make a difference, there's still time.
You could stop her.
HUNT: So that's what you're really up to? You want Marika out of the
way, but you want me to do your dirty work for you. Well done, Harper.
Well done. You made your problem my problem.
and her guards enter.)
GUARD: Make way. Move aside.
(Marika uses a loudhailer.)
MARIKA: Citizens of Seefra! This is your last morning. A new day, a new
vision of life will be granted to others, those who will hear the tale
of woe that once was this town, but your sacrifice will serve as a
lesson to those who would oppose me. I will not be challenged! For we
must all work together to one vision. A new Vedran birth! Goodbye,
(She releases the pheromone. The people panic and run away. Enter Dylan
HUNT: Damn it!
(The shooting starts. Doyle, Beka and Rhade join in.)
BEKA: I'll be back.
(Doyle goes after Marika and disarms her. The shooting stops.)
HUNT: Sweetie, I have something for you.
(He throws a small canister to her.)
MARIKA: It won't work. I'm immune.
HUNT: Well, you see, this one's a little bit different. It's a present
from my new old friend Mister Harper. It'll neutralise the fear bots
(Something zooms up Marika's nose. She shimmies then collapses.)
RHADE: Fear. It'll eat you up, spit you out.
DOYLE: I could use a drink.
BEKA: Well, I'm willing to bet today, for us, they're on the house.
HUNT: Let's go get that reward.
RHADE: The painting.
portioning out the reward money.)
RHADE: I am going to disappear for a week.
BEKA: Hey, do us a favour, make it two.
HUNT: How about you?
DOYLE: My work here is done. I'm going back to Harper.
HUNT: Well, thank you.
DOYLE: Could I talk to you for a second?
BEKA: Back to Harper.
RHADE: How does that work?
(A bar girl comes over to Rhade.)
DOYLE: They don't like Harper.
HUNT: Well, they're er, they're disappointed. They're hurt. We have a
history together, and he tried to forget it.
DOYLE: And you?
HUNT: I don't know if I can trust him anymore.
DOYLE: He knows that. He asked if he could speak to you. I believe he
needs your trust.
HUNT: Well, then, he'll just have to earn it, now, won't he?
about to go back into VR.)
HUNT: Wish me luck.
HARPER: Listen. Maybe it wasn't fair to her to keep her basic functions
going like this for so long. Maybe, maybe I did do it more for me than
for her. But believe me, it was only because I love Rommie so much. I
guess I just couldn't let go.
HUNT: You gave her your best, Harper. You have to know that. I'll send
Rommie, do you understand what's happened to you?
ROMMIE: I believe so.
HUNT: You're making decisions without your core processor.
ROMMIE: Now, yes.
HUNT: I think that's a good thing. It means you're on your way back to
us. Do you trust me?
HUNT: I have to shut you down. It's only for a while, and I need to
know if that's okay with you.
ROMMIE: I believe it is.
HUNT: Thank you.
ROMMIE: In my nanocortex, I will think on all that has happened, what
has changed, what has remained. Perhaps I can reach a conclusion more
in keeping with my former programming.
HUNT: That's all I can ask. I'll do the rest.
ROMMIE: Thank you. I hope to see you again.
(He turns her off.)
HUNT: You'll see me again. That's a promise.