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You on top, me on bottom.

Harmony. Friction. Symmetry.

Pa-ra-lle-li-ty.

Relaxation. Boredom.

Escape. Homecoming.

Betrayal. Regrets.

No marriage. No children.

No moving in together.

Eventually moving in together.

Rheumatism.

Eventually children. Miscarriage.

Australia. Cuba.

South Germans. Japan. Ethics council.

Miscarriage. Continue.

Therapy. Continue.

No sex. Continue.

Old age. Continue.

Slower.

Even slower.

Continue.

You die.

Me too.

Why do I die first?

Why not?

Statistics, you are a man.

But you smoke.

-Sometimes.

You drink.

-Nonsense.

You are dogmatic.

You are dogmatic.

I'm totalitarian.

True.

I thought you'd eventually

sleep with me again.

Why don't you sleep with me again.

I told him his longing

for harmony was pathological,

that it left nothing

but unsolved problems

and that he should finally stop

always turning a deaf ear

and to wish, smile, silence

everything away,

that he should overcome

his laziness...

Sorry ...

Hey, where are you?

I got my period.

- So?

What? I won't go in the water.

Something happened?

I guess that means

that art cannot take place

where a vice chancellor

is giving a speech.

Yes, possible, isn't it?

But it's not the pictures choice,

if he is standing before them.

No, but there is no art

without context.

What are you doing?

- Working.

What?

Statics for this cubus,

gotta be finished tomorrow.

... yes, I know.

And please stop telling me,

after 20 years,

that my mother wants to kill you

and f*** me.

But that's how it is.

And before she kills me...

I cannot concentrate.

-Me neither.

I'm not really looking,

I don't know why.

Maybe because of the movie.

I'm so warm.

God, I'm hot.

It's rather cold in here.

I'm spontaneously falling

into climacterium.

Maybe some day you just are

too old for cinema.

Why is that?

- I swear,

we are the only ones who

cannot keep up with this crap.

Hey, granny, gramps, don't you

want to continue grumping at home?

You see?

- I don't see anything!

Wednesday,15:
10h. Simultaneous

thinking, comes without warning.

One half of your attention

concentrates on

wat happens in front of your eyes,

or what is being said.

The other half thinks of

something completely different.

Of food or animals or holiday

or asian pattern, whatever.

Wednesday, 15:
11h, I listen to

a stem cell researcher

named Adam Born and think of...

...that is not yet universally defined.

Jeff Koons?

Totally ridiculous,

is this a sex fantasy?

Sexual thoughts in old age

compensate rather something like,

social anxiety during underground rides,

the lack of challenge at bad cultural

events,

or simply the boredom of dreary

lectures,

this is something different, this lecture

isn't boring, I'm really listening,

but at the same time

I'm thinking of Jeff Koons.

Cognitive bullshit. You think

either one or the other.

Someone driving a car while making a

phone call, either doesn't listen

or eventually is going to crash

into a tree.

Why is there someone else speaking?

... well all this is far too technical for

me...

So ping pong:

Adam Born versus Jeff Koons, 1:1.

... not only remain in blood,

but singular stem cells

from transplanted organs spread out

within the organism,

go to other organs and there partially

differentiate even further.

... also a pregnant woman is a chimera,

because we know, that intact cells

of the baby in the womb

can breach the otherwise very finely

filtering placenta barrier.

So it is possible

during the months of pregnancy

to prove intact fetal cells

inside the mother.

Well, Hanna.

Well, Volker.

- And, how?

Super.

I've seen your show yesterday.

Yeah, thanks.

I already wanted to tell you some time

ago, well...

I think your perpetual picking on Dewey

is somehow improper.

What? I'm not picking on him.

Yes, you do!

You're saying, he says, aesthetical

experience can be experienced,

aesthetical experience itself has, so to

speak, an immanent self-reflexivity.

This is not only disproved,

it is also completely counterintuitive.

I just have to look at my own ex...

...but it's one of our usual

problems, as the Ethics Council,

that we often have to deal with scientific

developments in its early stages.

Well, I just want to remind you,

that we don't know, what awaits us,

when the chimera research in England

takes the leap,

like it does indicate in synthetic biology,

that you can produce living organisms

out of inanimate material,

which appears to be pretty adaptable.

What happens next,

if these on the other hand get combined

with other, alien organs

within an organism?

I would say,

that is a pretty interesting question.

But your institute

has been working for a long time

very closely with firms like

Pharmaseidon and Bioxern,

who certainly have an entirely

different interest in this matter.

Excuse me,

what exactly are we talking about?

About the chimera research

or the markets?

Maybe you could recapitulate your point,

Miss Dr. Blum.

Well, this here is nothing new for us:

the difficulty of a categorisation of "Life".

And the fact,

that there is an expanding arsenal of

spare parts available for our body,

doesn't make things any easier.

By all means.

Yes, and shouldn't this be investigated

at first

beyond the potentials,

the market provides herefor?

Yes.

Yes.

- Of course,

however, I'm here to familiarize you

with the chimera research,

which the British pursue very

aggresively

and which over here was put on hold,

also by the influence of this council.

But I don't think, I was invited here

to discuss this.

Simon?

Who actually pinned Gilbert

and George here on the wall?

You! About hundred years ago.

- What? Nonsense.

These are your heroes.

Way overslept, I have to see the doc.

- Oh, yes...

Don't forget, today evening at eight

o'clock is Wilson!

See you later!

Oh my god...

We have to renovate.

Does it hurt?

We should not fool ourselves, it looks

like a tumour.

We check the blood values one more

time and determine the tumour markers.

It takes one or two days, then we can

be sure. Give us a call, ok?

Remain calm.

There are worse things nowadays.

Simon?

Do you want to know the figures?

Rather not.

-We have to talk about it.

If soon nothing big comes our way,

we're broke.

All of our artists are broke, where

is the money supposed to come from?

Yeah, exactly.

Here comes the next vulture of

bancruptcy.

You have to start saying no.

We're not gonna make it.

Look at him. How am I supposed

to say no?

We got ten such boys, you're

spoiling. Things are going downhill.

We have to acquire new clients.

Fancy people.

Who sometimes win a contest.

Oh, now come on.

Do you have a ticket left?

Yes, no, I don't know, I...

Do you have a mobile?

Hey, it's me.

Hanna, where are you?

I'm not gonna make it.

Why aren't you answering the phone

now?

What's up?

-Right now I should be at the theatre.

You're not gonna make it.

- I won't comment on this.

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