Cloud Atlas Page #6

Like Solzhenitsyn laboring in Vermont,

I shall beaver away in exile.

Unlike Solzhenitsyn, I shan't be alone.

Off somewhere?

You bet I am! To the land of the living.

Soylent Green is people! Soylent Green is made of people!

Oy! Get back here, you!

Oy!

You keep away from me or I'll be forced to name you

in the police report as an accomplice!

I have better things to do than this.

Then go ahead and do them, you bloody sodding

soap-dodger!

Right!

God, you take them off me, you ruddy cruddy

rugger-bugger yob!

Put me down! Will you...

You can maintain power over people, as long as you

give them something.

Rob a man of everything and that man will no longer be

in your power.

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, 20th century philosopher

complete works, banned by Unanimity.

How do you know about him?

Hae-Joo.

But...

- Seer Chang...

- Please, you must call me Hae-Joo.

Hae-Joo,

fabricants can be excised for this.

Well, survival often demands our courage.

Knowledge is a mirror. And for the first time in my life,

I was allowed to see who I was and who I might become.

Go clean the head.

Good morning, Captain.

You can help it remain so, Quillcock. By buggering off.

[Sigh], I'm afraid I can't do that, sir.

If I was, I would be unable to inform you of the stowaway

- that I have discovered in my...

- Stowaway?

I, I assure you that this Moriori had no choice.

Now he has sworn to me that he is a first-class,

able-bodied seaman,

capable of earning passage if only given a chance.

A stowaway is a stowaway, even if he shits silver nuggets.

Did he ever explain anything to you?

He told me their goal was the creation

of a free-willed fabricant.

Yoona had failed.

I was their last hope.

I have to say if all lady journalists look like you,

I might start to take this, uh... women's lib thing

more seriously.

Well, I'm sure they can use your support.

Nice.

Okay, uh... you wait here and I will go and find

someone smarter who can, uh...

walk you through the details of some of your questions.

[Whispers]:
Great.

[Doctor Rufus Sixsmith]

Okay.

What would Dad do?

Who the bloody hell is this?

Have you any idea what time it is?

- Denny, it's me, Tim.

- (Timothy?)

Where are you?

(Huh! I think you ruddy well know where I am.)

But, residents aren't allowed access to phones.

(Someone smuggled one in?)

- What, you know the rules?

- (I helped write them, Timmy.)

(I have been a principal investor in Aurora House

for twelve years,)

it's incredibly lucrative.

You can't believe what people will pay

to lockup their parents.

Look, Den, you've had your fun.

I think it's high time you put an end to this

little game of yours.

Ha-ha! No, no, no, Timmy. My fun has just begun.

(What are you talking about?)

I am your brother, why are you doing this to me?

(I think the better question in this instance would be,)

(what have you done to deserve this?)

I don't know what you mean.

Oh come now, dear brother, don't insult me.

You can't think that I didn't know about you and Georgette!

Georgette?

Look, Den...

I didn't mean to hurt you.

I'm afraid your penance has come due, Timbo.

It's time to account for your crimes.

Den,

I'm... I'm so, so sorry.

(No no no, there's no need to apologize.)

(Your exile is more than enough reparation.)

Although, he-he, I do have my fingers crossed for

a scenario involving you,

Nurse Noakes and a broom handle.

Cheerio, Timmy. Bye bye now.

Sends his love.

I would like to ask about the night of your arrest.

I remember... listening to his heart beat.

Your heart beats much slower than ours.

There is a gentleness to the sound.

I find it... comforting.

- Vyvyan, what time is it?

- I don't know. Who cares?

I've heard a melody, boy. For violin.

Quick!

Uh... Fi... Find a pen!

I heard it in a dream. I's in a nightmarish caf,

blaring, bright lights, but underground and no way out.

And the waitresses, they all had the same face.

There was music playing, but unlike any music

I've ever heard in my life.

It... It began... It began...

Wait...

It was so clear a minute ago.

Help me, Robert. Help me. It's slipping away!

I've lost it.

It'll come to you, sir.

The minute you stop trying to find it, it'll find you.

You are naive, Robert.

I am anything but.

There is a gulf between these chairs.

What you want is no different from what I want.

The gulf is an illusion.

How do I describe that night, Sixsmith?

What had happened between Vyvyan and I

transcended language.

It was music that poured from his eyes, that

breathed from his lips.

Music as beautiful as any I have ever heard.

What... What are you doing in here?

They found us.

I'll be with you the whole way, now focus on me.

Stay with me.

I'm right here. I won't let you go.

- Mr. Ewing!

- It's a... It's all right.

I... I've talked to the Captain. He'll hear your case.

What's your name, boy?

Autua, sir.

This Christian gentleman, who knows nothing about ships,

tells me that you're a first-class sailor.

Very well, let's see you lower the main-top sail.

Mr. Roderick, my bot'le's empty.

Mr. Boerhaave, ready my piece.

What? Sir, you... You gave me your word, Captain.

P-Please, you can't do this.

Nobody tells me what I can and cannot do on my own ship.

Specially when it concerns n*gger stowaways.

Captain look! He's got fishhooks for toes.

Mr. Boerhaave, do not make a mess of my deck.

[Screams]

Captain, please!

Look, if you could just hear me out, please!

Look!

The darkie's salt as I am.

Mr. Boerhaave!

It appears we have an addition to our crew.

Make sure he earns his keep.

Mr. Hooks.

Found her. She was in the chem labs, looking

for the bathroom.

Ah. Well perfect, then uh... why don't you take over

from here, Sachs?

You know, introduce our little tribe, and uh...

and guide Ms. Rey through the uh... through the tower.

The funny thing is, I'm not even supposed to be here.

I was meant to be in Seoul, but the

air traffic controller strike

screwed everything up, so now I'm on

the pawn-jumper tonight.

You ever think the universe was against you?

- All the time.

- Uh-huh.

You mind?

I'm cool.

You seem nervous, Isaac.

- Do I make you nervous?

- No.

Actually, just the opposite.

Are you gonna tell me why you covered for me?

Freedom. The fatuous jingle of our civilization.

But only those deprived of it have the barest inkling

of what it really is.

There's much disagreement on what should be

done with you.

The Corprocrats want you euthanized as a deviant.

The Manufacturer is demanding a period of study.

The Pyschogenomicists are screaming for an

immediate cerebral vivisection.

However, the problem you create is a political one.

Which means you're my problem.

I find it intriguing to imagine that beneath these

perfectly engineered features, are thoughts that terrify

the whole of Unanimity.

I'm not afraid of such thoughts, because I

do not fear the truth.

There's a natural order to this world, fabricant.

And the truth is this order must be protected.

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