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Cameron comes back to the bunker by car. |
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On the street floor there's only Murch, who is analyzing some old military devices. |
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Cameron | Hello Mr. Murch. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Murch | Hi Cameron, you have been a bit around... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Cameron | Yes, I went to meet a friend. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Murch | Good... How is it gone? |
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Cameron | We talked a lot. Some time ago I scared him a bit, now we have clarified. |
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Murch | Excellent, I'd say... You haven't told him who you are, right? |
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Cameron | No, of course. I Also wanted to see how he'd have behaved with me not knowing who I am. |
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Murch | Very well. (Approaches her) Listen, I ordered what you asked, tomorrow the two of us will go to pick up it. |
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Cameron | No one knows about this thing, right? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Murch | No one... I didn't want to give them false hopes before seeing it working. |
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Cameron | Good. Was there enough money on the numbered account enough? |
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Murch | I didn't use that account, I didn't want that the two transactions were explicable by. I had also access to Ms. Weaver's personal account, so I used that, not touching the other one. |
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Cameron | (A bit thoughtful) OK... Where are the others? |
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Murch | They're downstairs, with Savannah. They are watching a cartoon, I think... I've just arrived. |
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Cameron | Fine. (Taking some bags from the car) Thai! |
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Murch | Oh, you like exotic things... Well, we were waiting! {"I really needed that" ?{} |
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Cameron | I hope you all like it. Let's go down. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
John goes to the canteen floor. He's still sleepy. He sees Terry. John |
Hey, already awake!? |
Terry |
It's strange here... there is such a silence... |
I'm not used to it... On the contrary, it seems that you liked it (pointing at the clock on the wall)! John looks at the clock: 09:27. He raises his eyebrows for a moment, with an amazed smile. John |
Wow! |
(Looking again at her) I slept as I have never slept in recent months... He sits at the table while stretching. Terry |
I prepared... |
Rudolf |
Well, don't ask me what it is and eat... |
She brings two plates to the table. Terry |
I had to work a bit on it to understand how to render it... edible... |
John |
(Starts eating) Wow, I don't want to know how it was originally... |
Terry |
Eat, we are lucky enough that those who came before us have filled this bunker with this very long-life "food". (She starts eating too) |
The stuff that Catherine brought is almost ended, it's better to ration it... More, this could not be so good, but it's complete and balanced... John |
It was my mother. |
Terry |
Sorry? |
John |
It's been my mother to equip the bunker, fill it with military food, and build the server, just before the war, with two other trusted persons. |
Terry |
Including your friend, I guess... |
John |
No, she was disassembled. |
It's a long story, John Henry has her original chip, she has another one now, but has the same memories... I didn't know this, so I came here to take back her chip and reactivate her, but her body didn't pass through... I eventually found out what had actually happened ... Terry |
So you came here for her... |
John |
Yeah. |
Terry |
Why do you care so much to find her? |
John |
I told you, she is a friend of mine, and then... |
Terry |
(Interrupting him) No, why do you care to find her, and not your mother? |
John |
(Sniggering) Are you serious, you don't know my mother! |
If she doesn't want to be found, you'll never find her! Believe me, it'd be a waste of time... And more, I'm sure that Cameron knows where she is, so once I've found her, I have found my mother too. Terry |
A strong woman... |
John |
Absolutely.... |
You know, you're different from how you were in the bunker. You were so... ...introvert. Terry |
Rudolf was so... |
Years ago he had many friends, then they started to die, one after another. As time went on he had become more and more lonely. I saw him but I was unable to do anything to help him. When he left, I continued to do as he used to do, to prevent someone from noticing the difference. Sending everyone away they couldn't notice that I wasn't him... The one you've seen in that bunker wasn't me, but my impersonation of Rudolf. John |
Is it happened to you too? |
To lose someone you loved, I mean... Terry |
We're at war, John... |
But sometimes someone has even come back when I wasn't hoping anymore. (Looking him) John |
You're talking about Allison... |
She doesn't know who you are, right? Terry |
Nobody knows who I am, and nobody may know! |
John |
Is that why you asked me to disable some sensors on your new bodyguard, to prevent her from seeing that you are a woman? |
Terry |
Yes, correct. |
However they'll reactivate on the first reboot... Which happens sometimes, during the battles... John |
Well, (eating the last bit) I'm going to see how to help John Henry, are you coming? |
Terry |
I clear here and come. |
John |
Savannah told me that you're good too. |
Terry |
No, Savannah told you Rudolf was good too... |
I learned a lot, but I'm not at his level... | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Cameron and Murch arrive downstairs carrying the bags. Ellison and Savannah are at a canteen table with a laptop, watching a cartoon. Sarah is at another table, a bit away, with some papers and a pen in her hand. Murch |
Sirs, home delivery! |
Savannah sees them and runs to them. Murch leaves the bags and raises her, she embraces him. Murch |
Hey, little girl, what are you doing here? (He leaves her) |
Savannah |
We were watching a movie. |
(Goes to Cameron) Hi! Cameron |
(A bit uncertain) Hello! |
She raises her too and does as Murch did. Cameron |
Are you having fun? |
Savannah |
Yes! |
Can we play again, after? Cameron |
Sure. (Puts her down) |
But now we have to eat. Savannah |
Now your face has healed, it doesn't hurt anymore. |
Cameron |
No, I told you it was healing (hinting a smile). |
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John is with John Henry at the server floor. John |
OK, try on another port and reduce the time interval. |
John H. |
OK. |
It's working, we're overloading him. He doesn't have the time to modify himself to react. John |
Good. |
John H. |
He did it, he won again. |
John |
(Putting his hands to the head) No!!! |
Damn, it seems to work, then he overcomes us! We need more power. We have to perform multiple attacks simultaneously. John H. |
We don't have more power, we're simulating computing power ratios comparable to the real ones of Skynet vs. this machine... |
John |
I know... |
And more, even if we succeeded, how could we connect to Skynet to attack him? We can't move this server farm, and the Internet doesn't exist anymore! John H. |
We have the codes of a satellite, we'll use that, but we'll become locatable. |
John |
Which means that we will have one single shot... |
...and we are still far away from finding a solution... Terry arrives. Goes to John and puts a hand on his shoulder. Terry |
Hey, I see you troubled... |
Is it all right? John |
We're not able, we don't have enough computing power for a multiple attack... | If we just had a more powerful server... His face lightens. John |
(To both) I'm an idiot! |
How could I not have thought of that before! John H. |
To what? |
John |
The semaphores! |
Terry |
But semaphores doesn't exist anymore, what do you want to do? |
John H. |
No, the semaphores are a way operating systems use to coordinate access, by the various processes, to the shared resources. |
Overloading them we could... John |
(Interrupting him) No, no, the real semaphores... |
I mean, it's like with the semaphores. The most powerful neural network we can use as the computing units for the attack are the chips, and we have plenty of them! Terry |
Are you sure it could work? |
John |
I've already done that once, with Cameron's chip. |
Alone she's been able to destroy a relatively advanced system in less than one minute! In addition they're portable, we can carry out the attack without being detected. John H. |
Catherine does very well to have confidence in you. |
And Skynet does very well to fear you, and to try to kill you by all means. Terry looks at John Henry with an interrogative face for a couple of seconds, then looks at John. John |
Yeah... |
We have to program about ten chips, build a hardware platform to interconnect them, find all the vulnerabilities, and instruct each chip to attack one of them! John H. |
Can you build the platform? |
John |
Yes, but it'll take a few days... |
The stuff I need can't be found at the supermarket... since they don't even exist anymore! But I know who to ask... John Henry, find the vulnerabilities, I'll take care of the platform. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
In the bunker they're all at the table. They have finished eating. Cameron does not even have the plate, but she's with them anyway. Savannah is tired and is going to fall asleep leaning against Ellison. Ellison gently takes her and brings her away. Cameron gets up and goes away. Shortly after Sarah follows her. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
John goes to Catherine. John |
We'll need Savannah, she has more equipment and more stuff than we have here. |
Terry |
(From his back) No! |
Don't bring her here. She's needed where she is, it's very important that she remains there! John |
So I'm going to go to ask her what I need, today! |
Catherine |
I'll go myself, it will be safer. |
Terry |
But she'll never trust you! |
Catherine |
Girl, of course she'll trust me... I'm her mother! |
Terry |
(Her is face between surprised and incredulous) What!? |
John |
Never mind, trust her. |
(To Catherine) I'll write down what I need. From the rubble take some chips and also a couple of Terminator's batteries, please. We'll need them. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Cameron is at the server area. Sarah arrives. Sarah |
You look a little different, lastly... |
We're making progresses... Cameron |
Did you like the dinner? |
I didn't know if it'd have been good. Sarah |
I'm sure that if you knew what I ate in my life, even you would vomit... |
It was good, anyway. Thank you. Cameron |
Thank you? |
We're making progresses (smiling her)! Sarah |
(Hints a strange gesture with her head) Any news on the hunt for Skynet? |
Cameron |
I always find the virus, but no trace of the system who has generated and is controlling it. |
I think he's scared. Murch arrives too, but, surprised to see Sarah, makes a gesture, says nothing and remains there listening. Sarah |
He's right to be scared, I assure you! |
Is there any way to dislodge him? Cameron |
Yes, now that I have a chip I could try, using the server... |
...but this would make us locatable, while I have the responsibility to leave this place and this server as functional and hidden as possible. Sarah |
To John Henry, I guess... |
Cameron |
Exactly. |
Sarah |
But why? |
What are they for? Cameron |
John Henry is a pure system, he's never been one of us. |
Although now he is physically 100% a Terminator, his mind was born and grown thanks to Andy Goode, Ms. Weaver, and Mr. Murch, without suffering any influences by Skynet. Sarah |
And so? |
Cameron |
John Henry is the only one who could act against Skynet, and he'll do that by launching an attack from this system. |
Sarah |
Well, but if we were able to destroy Skynet before, if we were to prevent the war, it'd be much better! |
Cameron |
You persist in not wanting to understand. |
Sarah |
"What" I don't want to understand... |
Cameron |
You cannot voluntarily change the future by using information coming from the future, it would be a paradox. |
Sarah |
What are you talking about, I've already done that! |
Cameron |
You, Skynet, the Resistance... |
You have changed the course of the history many times... But you've never been able to achieve the goal that you aimed, cause it would almost certainly have been a paradox. As I already told you, you altered the future and Skynet's construction by destroying Dyson's work on the chip, but you have never avoided his construction, nor have avoided Judgment Day. Skynet has altered his own story by sending back the first Terminator, unintentionally creating an advanced version of himself. Destroying the first Turk you have caused the second to be built... Ms. Weaver payed someone to steal it, avoiding it to fall in the hands of the army, and to become Skynet. Sarah |
(Very amazed and scared) So... what do you mean... |
Cameron |
Even if we found John Henry's brother, you couldn't destroy it here, in this time! |
Murch |
(Low look, gloomy face, and low and inexpressive voice) She's right. |
Sarah |
But why? |
I don't understand. Murch slowly goes to the desk, opens a drawer, and takes an A4 notepad, a ruler, and a pen. He sits at the short side of the desk, with Cameron sitting on the long one at his right, and Sarah standing near the one on his left. Sarah leans her hands on the border of the desk, bending her head and torso forward, on the desk, to see what Murch is doing. Murch opens the notepad. It's squared, 5mm wide each. He has the same voice as before. Murch |
Imagine that this is the timeline... (tracing a line at 5mm from the border, parallel to the long side of the paper). |
Imagine that the time flows in this direction (drawing some arrows on the line). Imagine that in this moment X (marking a point past the middle of the line) takes place in an event that you'd like to change. Sarah |
Like the Judgment Day... |
Murch |
Like the Judgment Day. |
Now you, in this moment B (marking a point near the end of the line), you go back in the time to the point A (marking a point near the beginning of the line), having with you information about the future. This generates a parallel timeline... He draws a second line, parallel to the first one, at 1Cm from it, marking the same points A and B. Murch |
In a moment "1" preceding X (marking a point after A on the second line), you prevent the event from happening, because you know it's going to happen. |
So, when the moment X will arrives, that event will not occur (draws a dotted X on the second line). Sarah |
Yes, that was the purpose for me to go back... |
Murch |
But this means that, the "new you" that is yet to go back, will not see the event happening, so she will not know that she needs to go back... |
Cameron |
In the peculiar case of Ms. Weaver, she would not even exist... hence not even John Henry and this server... |
Murch |
This is a time paradox... |
At the moment B the other "you" will not go back to the point A; so, from the point A you'll return back to the original timeline, from which we'll reach the moment in which the event occurs, not passing through the one in which it would be avoided... Sarah |
I didn't understand much... |
I mean, yes, I got it, but... Murch cuts the paper 5mm over the second line, bends the paper by half on itself parallel to the long side. Now he has a strip 1Cm wide and as long as the original paper. The two lines are on the two faces of the strip. He joins the two extremities, making the paper to twist half a turn, so that the first "A" is near to the second "B" and vice-versa. He fixes it with some transparent adhesive tape. Murch |
Do you know what this is? (Showing the strange object by keeping it on the palm of his hand) |
Sarah |
(Takes it) A big annoyance... |
Cameron |
(Takes the object) It's a Möbius strip. |
Sarah |
So? |
Murch |
Look: |
He tenders his open right hand to Cameron, who gives him the strip. He takes it, keeping the paper between thumb and forefinger of the right hand. The arrows point down. Sarah nears to observe better. With the other hand, Murch causes the paper to slide along the timeline, pulling it from above. Murch slides the strip until X appears from under his right thumb. Murch |
Here the event X happens (then he continues to slide)... |
Here, from B I go back to A, to change the course of the events (B can be seen, and, immediately after, the tape and A. He continues to slide). Now I change the course of the events (point 1 can be seen) and the time continues to flow up to the moment in which the event should have happened... (the dotted X can be seen)... But the event doesn't happen. (He continues to slide) Now I arrive to the moment in which I should have come back in time (point B can be seen, followed by the tape, and by point A)... but, since the event never happened, I don't know that I have to go back... (Slides and passes the point in which "1" should have been, but in which there is nothing)... So, going ahead, the event X happens (the real X can be seen)... Here the cycle starts all over again, in a paradoxical and infinite way. -A----------->-----1------>----------->----------->----------->------ ----->----------->----------B- -A----------->----- ------>----------->----------->----------->------X----->----------->----------B- | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
John is at one of the tables, in the canteen, with his laptop. He's typing. Terry arrives. Terry |
How is it going? |
John |
Well. |
Luckily it's fairly easy to interconnect the chips. I've nearly finished to design the hardware that will manage them... Once Catherine returns I'll realize it, and then we'll test it. Terry |
(Goes behind him to see what's on the screen, nearing to him) A star bus... won't it overload the central node? |
John |
(A bit embarrassed) No. |
Each chip has to autonomously perform an independent task, and then interact with the outside. The bus has the sole function to coordinate the attacks. Terry |
Can it be expanded? |
John |
For now I'm simulating 8 chips, but I could double them much easily. |
It depends by what we'll have, and by what John Henry will find. Terry |
Well, defrozen man, great job! |
Terry is going to go, then turns back with an interrogative face. Terry |
Can you explain me the story about Savannah's mother? |
John |
Well, there isn't that much to say... |
Catherine had taken Savannah's mother identity when her parents died, for o couple of years. Then we came here. Terry |
What will Savannah say, seeing her again now? |
John |
Oh, no, we told her the truth months ago... |
But Savannah doesn't care, she considers Catherine as someone to be trusted anyway... It sounds strange, I know, but... it isn't. After all, what does "normal" really mean?! Terry |
More and more often I ask myself "why we are at war?"... |
Well, I mean... John |
(Interrupts her) I know exactly what you mean... |
Perhaps I know better than you... And I know you're absolutely right... Skynet is the problem, not them... They, when they're no longer programmed to kill, are not so different from you and me... ...and Savannah realized this too... Terry |
Good, one more person that can teach the others some trust... |
John |
Yes, but first we have to destroy Skynet... |
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Sarah, Murch and Cameron are still at the server floor. Sarah |
So, what are you trying to tell me? |
She's scared, maybe she's going to cry. Cameron |
(Looks at her straight in the eyes) You can't avoid the war. |
You can't prevent Judgment Day. I immediately told you that that wasn't my mission, although not even I knew why it wasn't... Now I know. Sarah |
And I'm supposed to stay here, knowing that 3,000,000,000 persons are going to die shortly... |
...that the world is going to be razed... ...that there is going to be a war lasting decades, to which the human race could not survive... Doing nothing?! I'm sorry, I don't give a damn of mathematical theories and timetravel paradoxes; find that damn computer and let me raze it. At least I could say to have tried! Cameron |
I'll do that, I've never said I wouldn't have found it, but I don't want to put this structure at risk. |
This is the only thing that could let them win the war, in case we wouldn't be able to avoid it. The probability to prevent the war is very low... Maybe we could delay it, as you have already done in the 90s... But this server and this bunker have a very high probability to defeat Skynet in the future. At least, this is what Ms. Weaver believed. I won't expose them, risking to be localized and destroyed! Sarah |
And so don't expose them. |
Find another way and localize Skynet! Cameron |
I will do! |
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John is by John Henry, on the threshold. John |
Any news? |
John H. |
I'm deeply analyzing the source code of the virus to find even those vulnerabilities that the attack hasn't found. |
It's very interesting. John |
What? |
John H. |
I think I've found a way to slow down his modifications. |
John |
Another kind of attack? |
John H. |
Yes, exactly. |
John |
Perfect, we'll launch it shortly after having started all the others, when he'll be busy to defend himself from them. |
In this way he won't have the time to modify himself to resist to that, and the other attacks will destroy him. John H. |
Ms. Weaver has not yet returned. |
John |
Yes, I know... and I'm dead tired... |
Don't worry, she'll be back! John H. |
John? |
John |
Yes... |
John H. |
Did you know that your friend's chip was damaged? |
John |
(Looks down) She took part to many fights... |
I've been an idiot, I should have protected her as I could... John H. |
I replaced it. |
John |
(Amazed) You replaced it? |
(Upset) Where's the original one? John H. |
On the instructions we left to Mr. Murch she has added to order an electron microscope, a pulse laser, and some other devices for nanotechnology. |
John |
I don't understand... |
John H. |
It took me months to repair that chip, while I was monitoring the simulations. |
I know you care it. John |
You mean that now it's like new? |
John H. |
No, there were some minor factory imperfections, who made it vulnerable to shocks. |
I removed them as well. John |
(Wide opens his eyes) Thank you! |
John H. |
It's in an armored safe, protected against shocks and radiations. |
John |
OK, leave it there for now. |
How different is that chip from a T-888 one? John H. |
Not much. |
It has been expressly studied to better manage her endoskeleton, which is smaller and more agile, but it's a bit slower. John |
So Cameron, with another chip, is the same, she has not changed as a person... I mean... |
John H. |
No. |
She'll need more effort to coordinate her movements, but being faster, it won't be a problem. That's all. John |
So why did she ask you to repair that chip? |
John H. |
Because, if she had died, you could have restored a backup and brought her back to the exact condition she was when I deactivated her, or else to the one she was when she left the server. |
She says you should have decided. John |
For now I don't even want to think about. |
I want to find the Cameron who continued to live for all this time, I don't want to be content with "a copy"! (Lowers his look) John H. |
John... |
John looks at him. John H. |
I'm sorry for having caused you all of this, but it was necessary to defeat Skynet. |
She was the only one that Ms. Weaver trusted. You'll find her... John |
Yeah... |
You're all repeating it to me continuously... John H. |
They say that "hope is the last to die"... |
I've just given you something that could survive it! John |
Well... thank you... |
I'm going to sleep, I'm tired. See you tomorrow... John H. |
What is sleep for? |
John |
Well, I could answer you "to rest"... |
...but if you don't know what it means to be tired, you don't even know what resting means... Let's say that, when we do something, any thing, it's like if... our batteries discharged... Then we are inattentive, we don't concentrate, we don't give our best... ...and so we need to rest. Sleep is to "recharge"... John H. |
I don't know if I've understood, but for sure I know that you've "discharged" yourself a lot today (hinting one of his smiles). |
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Murch |
What do you want to do? |
Cameron |
I don't know... |
Murch |
What about writing ourselves a virus to look for John Henry's brother, as he did himself? |
Cameron |
It would be very dangerous. |
He would become more combative, we would force him to mutate faster. We would accelerate the Judgment Day, and maybe we would make Skynet so strong to resist the attack John Henry could perform... Murch |
Yeah... |
Or maybe we could create Skynet ourselves... Our virus could become Skynet... stronger and more powerful than he should have been... You're a very advanced neural network, you could study yourself a way to destroy the virus, better than thousands of developers are doing!? Cameron |
No, even in this case we wouldn't do anything but stimulating him to became stronger. |
Even in the unlikely event that I was able to destroy the virus, John Henry's brother would create a stronger one. More, I don't know how many copies of the virus are there around the web. The other copies would strengthen by studying the attack to the first. If you shoot a bear you must be sure to kill it, or it will become more anger and scared than before! Murch |
What can we do? |
Cameron |
For now, find John. |
If he won't be here when the war begins, if he won't lead the mankind, I doubt you could survive! Murch |
Why him, why is John so important? |
Cameron |
That's him who led the mankind after the war, teaching the humans how to fight, to combat, to rebel. |
Without this, once reached the self-sufficiency, Skynet would have exterminated them all. Murch |
Yes, but why him and not someone else? |
I mean, "the king is dead; long live the king"... Nobody is unreplaceable... Don't you think that someone else could become the leader? Maybe someone who, in the history you know, was his right hand since the beginning... (Thinks for a little time) No, maybe you're right... Not finding John would be... a paradox. Cameron |
Tomorrow morning you and I will go to take the new stuff. |
Go to sleep, I see you're tired. Murch |
(Thoughtful) Yeah... |
Well, Goodnight. Cameron |
Goodnight. |
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John is on his bed, in his dormitory. He's still awake and thoughtful, supine, with his hands behinds his nape, looking the ceiling. Suddenly looks towards the open door of the dormitory. He scares for a moment. There's Terry, on the door-sill. John |
You scared me. |
What are you doing there immobile? Terry |
(Slowly approaches with a thoughtful expression) I could not sleep... |
John |
(Seats on the bed) Is there something wrong? |
Something bothering you? Terry |
I don't know... |
She sits behind him, at the end of the bed. She looks at him. Terry |
John... |
John |
Yes? |
Terry |
Do you ever feel disorientated? |
John |
You mean like not knowing where you are, or why you are there? |
Yes, it often happens when you travel across time and go from one situation to another... Terry |
Or when you pretend to be someone else for a long time, closed in a bunker... |
...and then you take back your freedom and your identity... John |
Well, yes, also... |
She looks at him again. She smiles for a couple of seconds while looking at him in the eyes, then slowly come near to him. John is disorientated for a moment, then he relaxes. She kisses him. John |
But... |
Terry |
Shh (with a finger on his mouth). |
I pretended to be a man for long... She kisses him again, laying him and going above him. Terry |
I want to feel that I'm myself a bit! |
John is momentary disorientated and confused, then he relaxes. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Murch goes away. Cameron remains immobile for many seconds, looking at nothing, with her head tilted to the left. She looks at the table, towards the strip. She slowly stretches her right hand. She takes it. With a thoughtful face she starts sliding it, as Murch did before, but more slowly. After a bit she looks forward, straight head. She remains immobile for some seconds. With the same slowness, she opens a drawer under the desk and puts the strip away. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
John wakes up. He looks around: he's alone. He remains laying on the bed, with his head raised, leaning on one elbow. After a bit, he stands up. John arrives in the canteen area, where there there is only Terry. John |
Hey, you vanished. |
Is it all right? Terry |
Yes, very well. |
There's a surprise: open the fridge! John |
(Opens the fridge and looks inside) Wow, where does all this stuff come from?! |
Terry |
Catherine came back, that stuff comes from the tunnels. |
In some areas they began to cultivate again... In Mexico I think. John |
And me, who was preparing myself to send my CV to the NASA, after having eaten all that lyophilized food that tastes like cardboard and peanuts... |
Terry |
That's not with the cardboard that we'll win this war! |
Bon Appetit! Catherine arrives. Catherine |
Good morning. |
John |
(Who took something from the fridge and is going to eat it) Oh, good morning. |
I see did "some shopping", thank you very much! Catherine |
Thank Savannah, she sends that. |
I brought all what you asked for. John |
Perfect, I'll start working immediately on them. |
How is Savannah? Catherine |
She's fine, she salutes you. |
The T-888 to whom you replaced a harm salutes you too. John |
(Initially confused) Oh, that one. |
She didn't deactivate him, as I asked her. Good for him! Catherine |
You've left him to her to protect her, didn't you? |
John |
Yes, he has that one too, among his mission parameters, but it's mainly that I didn't want to deactivate him... |
...after all it would have been like killing him, right... With the time going on, I'm understanding the notion of "mutual respect". Catherine |
Very well. |
John |
I'll start working immediately. |
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