& Joby: Please be prompt.
Qohen Leth: We’re nothing if not prompt.
& Joby: All right, Quinn. How’s it hanging?
Qohen Leth: It’s Qohen, Mr. Joby. And as we’ve told you before, it isn’t hanging well. We’re dying.
Joby: You should see the medics about that. Can’t afford to lose you.
& Qohen Leth: As mentioned to you repeatedly, we detest working here. Considering our output, we can’t begin to understand why you insist on our coming here.
Joby: That’s a management issue, Quinn.
Qohen Leth: It’s Qohen. Q, no u, o-h-e-n.
Joby: Out of my hands.
Qohen Leth: Then perhaps we should be talking to management.
Joby: No, no, no. Nobody speaks to management.
& Bainsley: I love the look. Final evolution or re-product? Maximum brain, minimalist body.
& Management: Now, what seems to be the problem?
Qohen Leth: We simply want to go home.
Management: Home?
Qohen Leth: We can tell that you are a man who values his solitude, and we too are better off left alone. We fail to see the logic in wasting time commuting to a cubicle where we work independently amid other workers similarly cubicled. We could easily double the output there at home.
& Bainsley: What do you do?
Qohen Leth: Us? We crunch entities.
Bainsley: You got a mouse in your pocket?
Qohen Leth: Excuse us?
Bainsley: But who’s “we”?
Qohen Leth: Us. Ourselves.
& Qohen Leth: Why does he call you Bob?
Joby: Oh, Bob calls everybody Bob. He says it’s a waste of brain cells remembering names. Typical hardware specialist.
& Joby: When I was a little tyke, everybody thought neutrinos had no mass. Somebody discovered they do have mass. Tiny little bit of mass, but mass is mass, right? It’s got to add up to something. That stuff used to keep me awake at night... Ever get a feeling the world’s giggling behind your back? That everybody in the universe is in on some cosmic joke? Everybody but you. The only reason you’re not laughing is you’re the punchline. You ever get that feeling, Quinn?
Qohen Leth: It’s Qohen.
& Joby: Working hard, Bob, or hardly working?
Bob: Well, it pays the same, Bob. Pays the same.
& Dr. Shrink-Rom: Let’s return to the subject of your fears. In past sessions, you have reported a fear of death, a fear of life, a fear of open spaces, a fear of closed places, a fear of people, a fear of being alone, a fear of missing certain...
Qohen Leth: No. We fear a great many things, but we fear nothing most of all.
& Dr. Shrink-Rom: Are you trying to be difficult?
Qohen Leth: Not at all. It seems we’re capable of being difficult without trying.
& Dr. Shrink-Rom: What do you feel?
Qohen Leth: Nothing.
Dr. Shrink-Rom: You’re a tough nut to crack, Qohen. And, of course, I don’t mean “nut” in the pejorative sense!
& Joby: Phone trouble, was it? Tried to fix it yourself, did you? Wrong tool for the job. Ball-peen’s more for hammering out dents in sheet metal, not for close tolerance phone repair.
& Joby: It’s all about connections, Quinn. Wires, wireless, weaving a world wide web. Can’t get anything if you’re disconnected.
& Bainsley: In case you’re getting the wrong idea, I should tell you that I don’t do sexual intercourse. I don’t care if a guy wraps himself up like a latex mummy. But... but nothing is going inside me. Way too dangerous. I’m into tantric, bio-telemetric interfacing now. It’s smart and safe. And, God, it just feel so super tingly.
& Qohen Leth: We must confess that for good or ill, that we always wanted to feel different, unique. Objective analysis, however, concluded that we’re as inconsequential as anyone else. We are but one in many single worker bee in a vast swarm, subject to the same imperatives as billions of others.
& Qohen Leth: Isn’t it dangerous?
Bainsley: Oh. Depends on your idea of danger. Just trust me. Suit up, plug in, and click on my website at midnight.
& Qohen Leth: One size does not fit all.
& Bainsley: Mm. Do you feel this?.. But it’s not real. It’s better than real. You’re in your computer. I’m in mine. We’re connected by memory chips and fiber optics. And we’re safe here. Just trust me. And let’s get this party started.
& Bob: You have any idea what the zero theorem is all about?
Qohen Leth: Never seemed important.
Bob: Okay. Here’s the poop, the whole poop, and nothing but the poop. You’re trying to prove that the universe is all for nothing. All matter, all energy, all life, it’s just this one-time-only big bang glitch. Expanding universe will eventually contract into a super dense black hole. Gravitational forces will be so strong that everything will get squeezed into a point of zero dimension, and “poof”... the center disappears. No space, no time, no life, no afterlife, nothing. Nada, zilch, zip, zero.
& Qohen Leth: How would anyone believe such a horrible thing?
Bob: What’s so horrible? I believe it. Nothing’s perfect. Nothing last forever. It’s nothing to worry about if you really think about it.
& Qohen Leth: Shouldn’t the sun have set by now?
Bainsley: I like to keep it this way.
Qohen Leth: Yeah. But it’s not real.
Bainsley: Heh. Who cares?
& Bainsley: How can you live with that kind of emptiness?
Qohen Leth: One day at a time.
& Bob: Did you know... That more than 33 different aboriginal tribes believe that the soul resides somewhere in the lower digestive tract? Absolutely true. But here’s the zinger. None of these tribes have any knowledge of each other’s existence. Coincidence? Hm? Coincidence? Where do you think all these separate peoples got such an idea?
Qohen Leth: Dysentery?
& Bainsley: You just seemed just... well, you were lonely.
Qohen Leth: You’re wrong. We were always alone, never lonely.
& Bob: What happened to you, man?
Qohen Leth: Life happened to me.
& Bob: Seems like getting old would be pretty boring. Old people, they just... they do the same thing day after day after day. Like listening to the same song over and over and over.
Qohen Leth: Yeah, maybe it’s a good song.
Bob: Maybe. After a while, it gets old.
& Management: The saddest aspect of mankind’s need to believe in a God, or to put it another way, a purpose greater than this life, is that it makes this life meaningless. You see, this is all just a weigh station on the road to promised eternity.
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Qohen Leth: We’re nothing if not prompt.
& Joby: All right, Quinn. How’s it hanging?
Qohen Leth: It’s Qohen, Mr. Joby. And as we’ve told you before, it isn’t hanging well. We’re dying.
Joby: You should see the medics about that. Can’t afford to lose you.
& Qohen Leth: As mentioned to you repeatedly, we detest working here. Considering our output, we can’t begin to understand why you insist on our coming here.
Joby: That’s a management issue, Quinn.
Qohen Leth: It’s Qohen. Q, no u, o-h-e-n.
Joby: Out of my hands.
Qohen Leth: Then perhaps we should be talking to management.
Joby: No, no, no. Nobody speaks to management.
& Bainsley: I love the look. Final evolution or re-product? Maximum brain, minimalist body.
& Management: Now, what seems to be the problem?
Qohen Leth: We simply want to go home.
Management: Home?
Qohen Leth: We can tell that you are a man who values his solitude, and we too are better off left alone. We fail to see the logic in wasting time commuting to a cubicle where we work independently amid other workers similarly cubicled. We could easily double the output there at home.
& Bainsley: What do you do?
Qohen Leth: Us? We crunch entities.
Bainsley: You got a mouse in your pocket?
Qohen Leth: Excuse us?
Bainsley: But who’s “we”?
Qohen Leth: Us. Ourselves.
& Qohen Leth: Why does he call you Bob?
Joby: Oh, Bob calls everybody Bob. He says it’s a waste of brain cells remembering names. Typical hardware specialist.
& Joby: When I was a little tyke, everybody thought neutrinos had no mass. Somebody discovered they do have mass. Tiny little bit of mass, but mass is mass, right? It’s got to add up to something. That stuff used to keep me awake at night... Ever get a feeling the world’s giggling behind your back? That everybody in the universe is in on some cosmic joke? Everybody but you. The only reason you’re not laughing is you’re the punchline. You ever get that feeling, Quinn?
Qohen Leth: It’s Qohen.
& Joby: Working hard, Bob, or hardly working?
Bob: Well, it pays the same, Bob. Pays the same.
& Dr. Shrink-Rom: Let’s return to the subject of your fears. In past sessions, you have reported a fear of death, a fear of life, a fear of open spaces, a fear of closed places, a fear of people, a fear of being alone, a fear of missing certain...
Qohen Leth: No. We fear a great many things, but we fear nothing most of all.
& Dr. Shrink-Rom: Are you trying to be difficult?
Qohen Leth: Not at all. It seems we’re capable of being difficult without trying.
& Dr. Shrink-Rom: What do you feel?
Qohen Leth: Nothing.
Dr. Shrink-Rom: You’re a tough nut to crack, Qohen. And, of course, I don’t mean “nut” in the pejorative sense!
& Joby: Phone trouble, was it? Tried to fix it yourself, did you? Wrong tool for the job. Ball-peen’s more for hammering out dents in sheet metal, not for close tolerance phone repair.
& Joby: It’s all about connections, Quinn. Wires, wireless, weaving a world wide web. Can’t get anything if you’re disconnected.
& Bainsley: In case you’re getting the wrong idea, I should tell you that I don’t do sexual intercourse. I don’t care if a guy wraps himself up like a latex mummy. But... but nothing is going inside me. Way too dangerous. I’m into tantric, bio-telemetric interfacing now. It’s smart and safe. And, God, it just feel so super tingly.
& Qohen Leth: We must confess that for good or ill, that we always wanted to feel different, unique. Objective analysis, however, concluded that we’re as inconsequential as anyone else. We are but one in many single worker bee in a vast swarm, subject to the same imperatives as billions of others.
& Qohen Leth: Isn’t it dangerous?
Bainsley: Oh. Depends on your idea of danger. Just trust me. Suit up, plug in, and click on my website at midnight.
& Qohen Leth: One size does not fit all.
& Bainsley: Mm. Do you feel this?.. But it’s not real. It’s better than real. You’re in your computer. I’m in mine. We’re connected by memory chips and fiber optics. And we’re safe here. Just trust me. And let’s get this party started.
& Bob: You have any idea what the zero theorem is all about?
Qohen Leth: Never seemed important.
Bob: Okay. Here’s the poop, the whole poop, and nothing but the poop. You’re trying to prove that the universe is all for nothing. All matter, all energy, all life, it’s just this one-time-only big bang glitch. Expanding universe will eventually contract into a super dense black hole. Gravitational forces will be so strong that everything will get squeezed into a point of zero dimension, and “poof”... the center disappears. No space, no time, no life, no afterlife, nothing. Nada, zilch, zip, zero.
& Qohen Leth: How would anyone believe such a horrible thing?
Bob: What’s so horrible? I believe it. Nothing’s perfect. Nothing last forever. It’s nothing to worry about if you really think about it.
& Qohen Leth: Shouldn’t the sun have set by now?
Bainsley: I like to keep it this way.
Qohen Leth: Yeah. But it’s not real.
Bainsley: Heh. Who cares?
& Bainsley: How can you live with that kind of emptiness?
Qohen Leth: One day at a time.
& Bob: Did you know... That more than 33 different aboriginal tribes believe that the soul resides somewhere in the lower digestive tract? Absolutely true. But here’s the zinger. None of these tribes have any knowledge of each other’s existence. Coincidence? Hm? Coincidence? Where do you think all these separate peoples got such an idea?
Qohen Leth: Dysentery?
& Bainsley: You just seemed just... well, you were lonely.
Qohen Leth: You’re wrong. We were always alone, never lonely.
& Bob: What happened to you, man?
Qohen Leth: Life happened to me.
& Bob: Seems like getting old would be pretty boring. Old people, they just... they do the same thing day after day after day. Like listening to the same song over and over and over.
Qohen Leth: Yeah, maybe it’s a good song.
Bob: Maybe. After a while, it gets old.
& Management: The saddest aspect of mankind’s need to believe in a God, or to put it another way, a purpose greater than this life, is that it makes this life meaningless. You see, this is all just a weigh station on the road to promised eternity.
Radiohead — Creep Acoustic Flash
♪ When you were here before ♪
♪ couldn't look you in the eye ♪
♪ you're just like an angel ♪
♪ your skin makes me cry ♪
♪ you float like a feather ♪
♪ in a beautiful world ♪
♪ I wish I was special ♪
♪ you're so very special ♪
♪ but I'm a creep ♪
♪ and I'm a weirdo ♪
♪ what the hell am I doing here? ♪
♪ I don't belong here ♪
♪ I don't care if it hurts ♪
♪ When you were here before ♪
♪ couldn't look you in the eye ♪
♪ you're just like an angel ♪
♪ your skin makes me cry ♪
♪ you float like a feather ♪
♪ in a beautiful world ♪
♪ I wish I was special ♪
♪ you're so very special ♪
♪ but I'm a creep ♪
♪ and I'm a weirdo ♪
♪ what the hell am I doing here? ♪
♪ I don't belong here ♪
♪ I don't care if it hurts ♪
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