Waking Gods
Page 73
The General could wear it.
[The General is slightly inebriated.]
{I heard that, Couture!}
[Sorry, sir. I meant to say you’re drunk as a skunk.]
{It’s that damn champagne. Why can’t I get a real drink? And why is it so dark in here? I can barely see my glass!}
That’s the other thing I wanted to ask about. Why am I the only one drinking juice?
[So you can do the recording. Oh, that and you’re ten.]
Come on, Vincent! I just kicked some giant robot’s ass. I just want one glass of champagne.
[Technically, Rose kicked his ass—]
Thank you, Dr. Franklin.
I’m not sure I—
Ok, then, Rose. How does it feel?
No, I meant you were right. Your plan worked.
{Show the aliens we could be just as tough without them messing with our DNA, by shooting some green goo full of bacteria out of a keg—}
What are you saying, General?
{I’m saying…What was I saying?}
Is that right, General?
{Not a chance in hell.}
Haha! What about you, Vincent? Did you think it would work?
[Me? I—]
[No, Rose! I understood the logic behind it. I just wasn’t sure that, even if the bacteria worked, the aliens were gonna get the right message.]
How can you say that, Dr. Franklin? They left, didn’t they?
Why else would they have left?
{Because Dr. Franklin sprayed them with some goddamn goo!}
[General, maybe you should try some of Eva’s juice.]
It’s apple juice.
{Shut up, Couture! That’s an order!}
Seriously, Rose. Why else would they leave?
Vincent?
[I don’t know! I think, maybe, they could have been scared by the bacteria. What if all their robots, their ships, maybe their homes, are made using the same technology. Imagine for a second what would happen if some of that bacteria made it to their world.]
…
What was that?
[I can’t remember what I was saying. Did the light just get brighter?]
Maybe.
[I think Themis just powered up.]
Can she do that?
{I don’t know! I’ve never been in this damn robot of yours.}
Vincent?
[The console is lit up. Eva, get up there and put your helmet on.]
Sure. But we’re in a garage! What do you expect me to see?
[I don’t know, Eva. It’s just a hunch.]
I’m putting it on. I…I don’t think—
[What is it, Eva?]
{Goddammit, kid! What do you see?}
Guys? I don’t think we’re on Earth anymore…
To Barbara and Han Solo.
Look, Bara, you’re my rock, my everything, but Han died! You don’t mind sharing, do you?
[The General is slightly inebriated.]
{I heard that, Couture!}
[Sorry, sir. I meant to say you’re drunk as a skunk.]
{It’s that damn champagne. Why can’t I get a real drink? And why is it so dark in here? I can barely see my glass!}
That’s the other thing I wanted to ask about. Why am I the only one drinking juice?
[So you can do the recording. Oh, that and you’re ten.]
Come on, Vincent! I just kicked some giant robot’s ass. I just want one glass of champagne.
[Technically, Rose kicked his ass—]
Thank you, Dr. Franklin.
I’m not sure I—
Ok, then, Rose. How does it feel?
No, I meant you were right. Your plan worked.
{Show the aliens we could be just as tough without them messing with our DNA, by shooting some green goo full of bacteria out of a keg—}
What are you saying, General?
{I’m saying…What was I saying?}
Is that right, General?
{Not a chance in hell.}
Haha! What about you, Vincent? Did you think it would work?
[Me? I—]
[No, Rose! I understood the logic behind it. I just wasn’t sure that, even if the bacteria worked, the aliens were gonna get the right message.]
How can you say that, Dr. Franklin? They left, didn’t they?
Why else would they have left?
{Because Dr. Franklin sprayed them with some goddamn goo!}
[General, maybe you should try some of Eva’s juice.]
It’s apple juice.
{Shut up, Couture! That’s an order!}
Seriously, Rose. Why else would they leave?
Vincent?
[I don’t know! I think, maybe, they could have been scared by the bacteria. What if all their robots, their ships, maybe their homes, are made using the same technology. Imagine for a second what would happen if some of that bacteria made it to their world.]
…
What was that?
[I can’t remember what I was saying. Did the light just get brighter?]
Maybe.
[I think Themis just powered up.]
Can she do that?
{I don’t know! I’ve never been in this damn robot of yours.}
Vincent?
[The console is lit up. Eva, get up there and put your helmet on.]
Sure. But we’re in a garage! What do you expect me to see?
[I don’t know, Eva. It’s just a hunch.]
I’m putting it on. I…I don’t think—
[What is it, Eva?]
{Goddammit, kid! What do you see?}
Guys? I don’t think we’re on Earth anymore…
To Barbara and Han Solo.
Look, Bara, you’re my rock, my everything, but Han died! You don’t mind sharing, do you?
