Bug Page #7
- Real!
- See? It's not real.
- Real what? I don't...
- No, no, no, no. It's synthetic.
- It's not even close. See?
- I don't understand.
- What are you talking about?
- No, no, no.
- He said he knew where Lloyd was!
- Agnes, Agnes, listen to me.
It doesn't know where Lloyd is.
It doesn't know anything.
It only knows what they
program it to say, okay?
No, shut up!
They can't wait for me to come outside.
They've come to collect me.
The experiment is over.
They've come to pick up their petri dish,
and they sent a machine to do it.
Agnes, it is a f***ing machine!
You can see for yourself.
They're sending in machines.
- Okay, okay, okay, okay.
- Okay? Okay.
I don't really understand.
You have to explain to me
what is going on, Peter.
Listen! Listen!
If you want to know what is going on...
- You have to listen to me!
- I'm listening!
- You have to!
- I'm listening.
Because you don't know the f***ing
enormity of what we're dealing with!
- I'm listening.
- May the 29th, 1954,
a consortium of bankers, industrialists,
CEOs and politicians
held a series of meetings over three days
at the Bilderberg Hotel
in Oosterbeek, Holland.
They drew up a plan
for maintaining the status quo.
- What's that?
- It's the way things are.
It's the rich get richer, the poor get poorer.
They devised a plan to manipulate
technology, economics, the media,
population control, world religion,
to keep things the way they are.
They have continued to meet once a year
every year since the original meeting.
Look it up. Under their orders, the CIA
smuggled Nazi scientists into the States
to work with the American military
and Calspan,
developing an inner-epidermal
tracking microchip.
- A what?
- A surveillance tool, a computer chip
that has been implanted in the skin
- Born on the planet since 1982.
- Oh, my God!
The test group for the prototype
was the People's Temple.
And when the Reverend Jim Jones
threatened to expose them,
he and every member of his church
were assassinated!
But it's not enough just to track people,
to spy on them.
- They want control.
- Yeah.
So they create the
Intelligence Manned Interface biochip,
a subcutaneous transponder computer chip
imprinted with living brain cells.
They needed lab rats to test it,
and they found us.
Me, in the Gulf, and another soldier
working at Calspan at the time,
Tim McVeigh.
- Oh, wait.
- They turned us into f***ing zombies.
Remote control assassins!
And then they picked Tim up,
chucked him in a prison factory.
- But I found my chip and I cut it out.
- Oh, my God!
So they sent me back to the lab for further
testing and a new experiment.
- You're John Doe number 2!
- No, no, no, no!
That's who they want me to be.
That is the flaw in the IMI biochip.
They can't get to everybody.
People slip through the cracks,
they find the chip, they cut it out,
like me or Ted Kaczynski.
They need a chip that will self-perpetuate,
that will spread like a virus,
that people can pass to each other,
to everyone!
They got it!
Oh, you mean the bugs. They got the bugs.
- A living, breathing organism.
- Oh, my God!
The ultimate parasite,
implanted via a queen bug,
the super-mother, who mates with a drone,
lays egg sacs in the body of the host,
and governs a growing army of rapidly
multiplying, brainwashing bugs.
They gave those things to you,
and you gave them to me.
- You gave those f***ing things to me!
- Maybe.
What? What? Of course you did.
Agnes!
I don't believe
that my presence here is accidental.
What?
Peter, what are you talking about?
What are you saying?
I couldn't have done that. I didn't...
I didn't do that.
Unless. Unless... Unless. Unless...
Unless I, like, know something
that I don't know I know
or I've got something I don't know I've got!
- What don't you know?
- What?
- I don't know. There's a lot.
- What don't you know?
I don't... I... Jesus!
- Think, Agnes! What don't you know?
- Lloyd! Lloyd!
Lloyd.
I don't know what happened to Lloyd.
- What happened?
- I don't know.
- You do know. Put it together.
- No. No.
- The pieces will fit.
- I don't know. They don't fit.
- You have to look hard enough.
- You don't think I haven't been?
- They don't fit! I don't know.
- You have to look harder. You have to.
I don't see it.
What are you trying to get me to see?
Come on. You'll see it.
- I don't know where to start.
- Start at the beginning!
I took him to the grocery store,
and we were shopping.
And he was right there in the cart.
And I went back to get an onion
'cause I forgot the onion, and I just...
I just turned away.
- And then he was just gone!
- No! "He was just gone"? No.
- He couldn't get out in a few seconds.
- So he couldn't have gotten out.
No, he didn't get out. He got... He got...
He got... Somebody took him.
- Somebody took my boy because I was...
- Ah, "Somebody." "Somebody."
Well, no, not anybody, 'cause he was smart.
He wouldn't have talked to strangers.
I told him not to talk to strangers!
- And he was smart!
- So then it had to be...
It had to be somebody that he knew!
It had to be somebody he knew,
that he wasn't scared of, like his daddy!
It was his daddy! Goss took him!
Goss took him,
and the police couldn't help me.
And I tried so hard,
and they couldn't help me!
Couldn't help you?
They wouldn't help me.
They wouldn't help me,
the police and the FBI, because they...
Because they paid Goss to take him.
They paid Goss to take him
and he gave him to them!
- He gave him to them!
- Okay. Okay, okay.
Get another piece. Get another piece.
Oh, God, R.C. was here.
R.C. was here and she left
'cause she was spying on you.
- And she was spying on us.
- Think.
What? No, and you brought the bugs.
The bugs were under your skin in the
egg sacs, and you brought the... And R. C...
- I brought the bugs.
- And R.C. brought you.
R.C. brought you, then you brought
the bugs and then R.C. brought the bugs!
- Yes!
- R.C. brought the bugs! The f***er!
R.C. brought the bugs!
And then, and then...
And then Goss...
And then Goss got out of jail.
They let him out of jail
and he wasn't supposed to get out.
And they gave him this early parole,
and he came here and...
- Just when I showed up.
- Yeah, yeah, because they sent him.
Because they sent him.
They let him out early to send him here.
He made a deal. He got an early parole.
And they let him out to send here
because of the bugs, to track the bugs,
to check on the bugs,
to watch their progress.
And R.C. told us that
there weren't any bugs.
- But R.C. brought the bugs.
- Right.
They made her bring the bugs. Oh, the boy!
The boy, Lavoice's little boy,
they gave her the kid!
- F***!
- They never would've done that.
A couple of f***ing queers!
They wouldn't have given them that kid!
And they made her bring me
the bugs to give me,
to give them the kid!
And then, and then...
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