Cloud Atlas Page #10

I'd rather become music.

They believe they are going to Xultation.

But they are not, are they?

Welcome, Alcelsium.

Take a seat.

Just relax.

This is to remove your collar.

("Enemy's sleepin', don't slit that throat.")

The genomics industry demands a huge quantity of

biomatter, for wombtanks,

but more importantly, to sustain their engineered

labor force.

Recycled fabricants are a cheap source of protein.

Soap.

They feed us... to ourselves.

That ship...

That ship must be destroyed.

Yes.

The systems that built them... must be torn down.

Yes.

No matter if you are born in a tank or a womb,

we are all pureblood.

Yes.

We must all fight. And if necessary, die...

to teach people the truth.

This is what we have been waiting for.

It's done.

Oh, oh. Here, Catkin. Oh.

Oh, oh. Ca'ki'.

- Shh!

- No.

You were then taken to a Union controlled satellite link.

I broadcast my revelation to the twelve states and four

off-world colonies.

Eighteen minutes later, the enforcers attacked.

To be... perceived

and so to know thyself is only possible through the eyes

of the other.

The nature of our immortal lives

is in the consequences of our words... and deeds,

that go on'a pushing themselves throughout all time.

Za... chry.

[Whispers]:
Hide. Hide!

(Zachary!!)

If you cut chief, now you meat.

- Catkin...

- Uncle Zach.

[Whispers]:
Thanks, Sonmi.

No. Thank you.

C'mon, Mr. Ewing. One more.

[Speaking Maori]

Salt clean out your stomach.

It goes. C'mon, Mr. Ewing. C'mon, c'mon!

See where we are.

Home.

Megan Sixsmith?

Make them pay.

You can count on it.

Thank you.

My uncle was a scientist,

but... he believed that love was real.

A kind of... natural phenomenon.

He believed that... love could outlive death.

Finished in a frenzy that reminded me of our last night

in Cambridge.

Watched my final sunrise, enjoyed a last cigarette.

Didn't think the view could be anymore perfect,

until I saw that beat-up trilby.

Honestly, Sixsmith. As ridiculous as that thing makes

you look,

I don't believe I've ever seen anything more beautiful.

Watched you for as long as I dared.

I don't believe it was a fluke... that I saw you first.

- Okay.

- Thank you.

Captain say-so take ya with us.

- I want to go with Meronym.

- Go, go where?

Prescients 'n the same boat as us. Got no

home neitherwise.

Nay. Not yet.

You think someone gonna hear your prayer?

Come down from the sky?

P'haps.

P'haps, one day.

"One day" ain't but a flea o' hope.

Yay an' fleas ain't so easy to rid.

I believe there is another world waiting for us, Sixsmith.

A better world.

And I'll be waiting for you there.

May I help you, sir?

Yes, uh, thank you. I'm, I'm looking for a friend who, who

came to Edin...

I believe we do not stay dead long.

Find me beneath the Corsican stars where we first kissed.

Yours eternally, R. F.

The report said Commander Chang was killed in

the assault.

That is correct.

Would you say that you loved him?

Yes, I do.

Do you mean you are still in love with him?

I mean that I will always be.

Our lives are not our own.

From womb to tomb, we are bound to others.

Past and present.

And by each crime and every kindness,

we birth our future.

In your revelation, you spoke of the consequences of an

individual's life

rippling throughout eternity.

Does this mean that you believe in an afterlife?

In a heaven or hell?

I believe, death is only a door.

When it closes, another opens.

If I care to imagine a heaven,

I would imagine a door open

and behind it

I would find him there, waiting for me.

Am I...

Oh God, I missed you so much.

Thank you, sir.

If I may ask one last question.

You had to know this Union scheme was doomed to fail.

Yes.

Then why did you agree to it?

This is what General Apis asked of me.

What, to be executed?

If I had remained invisible, the truth would stay hidden.

I couldn't allow that.

And what if no one believes this truth?

Someone already does.

Adam! Good god.

I have just been recounting your astonishing adventure.

Please, join us. Get him a chair.

Ah. No, no. Thank you, I...

I cannot stay.

What are you doing here? I thought the doctor said at

least three weeks in bed?

He did, but this... couldn't wait.

I need to speak with you, sir. Privately.

Of course.

[Whispers]:
Excuse me.

Is that the contract from Reverend Horrox?

- It is indeed.

- Well, you know, I could have sent a boy.

Are you insane?!

I owe my life to a self-freed slave.

And I cannot, in good conscience, participate in this kind

of business any longer.

This would make such a good book.

I'll drink to that.

Outside, fat snowflakes are falling on slate roofs and

granite walls.

Like Solzhenitsyn laboring in Vermont, I shall beaver

away in exile.

Unlike Solzhenitsyn, I shan't be alone.

Goddamn you, sir. If you were not my

daughter's husband...

Hello, father.

Tilda?

What's going on?

I've come to say goodbye.

Goodbye? Where are you going?

We're moving back East, to work with the abolitionists.

What?

That poison has rotted your brain.

Well, if it has, I highly recommend it.

I've not felt this good in years.

Tilda, I forbid you from going anywhere with this madman.

I've been afraid of you my whole life, father.

I'm going with my husband.

Adam.

Listen to me.

For the sake of my grandson, if not your own.

There is a natural order to this world.

And those who try to upend it, do not fare well.

This movement will never survive.

If you join them, you and your entire family will be shunned.

At best, you'll exist as pariah, to be spat on and beaten.

And the worst, lynched or crucified.

And for what?

For what?

No matter what you do, it will never amount to

anything more

than a single drop in a limitless ocean.

But what is an ocean... but a multitude of drops?

Oh, fire is dyin'.

Uh, just as well. My yarning is done.

No, gran'pa. Please! Tell us another story. C'mon, please.

C'mon in here, you little buggers! C'mon, it's gettin' cold.

Hup, n'pe. You heard yer gran'mi. C'mon.

Get on with ya. C'mon.

You like it out here, don'cha, gran'pi?

Supposin'. 'Mind'es me of my Valley.

Which is Earth?

That'un there. That blue shimmerer.

Now, help ya gran'pi up.

Is ya gonna tell us 'bout the whoahsome ship and the

Big Sleep

an' all the next next?

No. Your gran'mi tells the next next way better than me.

D'ya still love gran'mi?

Your gran'mi... is the best thing to ever happen to me.

Come o'er here, gran'pi.

Let me warm them ol' bone.

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