Cosmopolis Page #4

Of course not.

Why should it?

It's fantastic.

But you know how shameless I am in

the presence of anything that calls itself an idea.

The idea is time.

Living in the future.

Look at those numbers running.

Money makes time.

It used to be the other way around.

Clock time accelerated the rise of the capitalism.

People stopped thinking about eternity

and began to concentrate on hours.

Measurable hours, man hours,

using labor more efficiently.

It's cyber-capital

that created the future.

What is the measurement

called a nanosecond?

Ten to the minus nine power.

- What?

- One billionth of a second.

I understand none of it.

But it tells me how rigorous we need to be in order

to take adequate measure of the world around us.

There are zeptoseconds.

Good, I'm glad.

Yoctoseconds.

One septilionth of a second.

Because time is a corporate asset now.

It belongs to the free market system.

The present is harder to find.

It is being sucked out of the world to make way

for the future of uncontrolled markets and huge investment potentials.

The future becomes insistent.

This is why something will happen soon.

Maybe today.

To correct the acceleration of time

and bring nature back to normal, more or less.

You have to understand.

The more visionary the idea,

the more people it leaves behind.

This is what the protest is all about.

Visions of technology and wealth, the force of the cyber-capital

that will send people to the gutter to retch and die.

What is the flaw of

human rationality?

What?

It pretends not to see the horror and death

at the end of the scheme it builds.

This is a protest against the future.

They want to hold off the future. They want

to normalize it, keep it from overwhelming the present.

The future is always a wholeness,

a sameness, we're all tall and happy there.

This is why the future fails.

It can never be the cruel happy place we want to make it.

What would happen if they'd knew

the head of Packer Capital was in the car?

We know what the anarchist have always said.

Yes.

Tell me.

The urge to destroy

is a creative thing.

This is also a hallmark of capitalist thought.

Enforced destruction.

Old industries have to be harshly eliminated.

New markets have to be forcibly claimed

and old markets have to be re-exploited.

Destroy the past. Make the future.

This is the thing about genius.

Genius alters the terms of its habitat.

Technology is crucial the civilization, why?

Because it helps us to make our fate.

We don't need God, or miracles

or flight of the bumblebee

but it is also crouched and undecidable

It can go either way.

You've been talking about the

future being impatient, pressing upon us.

That was theory. I am your

chief of theory, I deal in theory.

It's not original.

What's original?

He did it, didn't he?

It's an inappropriation.

He poured the gasoline

and lit the match.

All those Vietnamese monks

one after another in all their lotus positions.

Imagine the pain.

Sit there, feel it.

Immolating themselves endlessly.

To say something.

To make people think.

It's not original.

Just now.

What?

A report from the Complex,

concerns of your safety.

A little late, aren't they?

This is specific and catergorical.

There's been a threat, then.

Assessment, credible red.

Highest order of urgency.

An incursion is

already in progress.

Now we know.

Now we have to act

now on what we know.

But we still want

what we want.

We want a haircut.

It's interesting,

isn't it?

About men and immortality.

You live in a tower that soars to heaven

and goes unpunished by God.

And you bought an airplane.

I've nearly forgotten this.

Soviet or ex-soviet.

A strategic bomber, capable

of knocking out a small city.

Is this right?

It's an old Tu-160.

NATO calls it Blackjack A.

It was deployed around 1988,

carries nuclear bombs and cruise missiles.

This were not included in the deal.

And they wouldn't let you fly it.

Could you fly it?

Could and did.

They wouldn't let me fly it armed.

Who didn't?

State Department.

The Pentagon, The Bureau

of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms.

The Russians?

What Russians? I've bought it black market and dirt cheap

from a Belgian arms dealer in Kazakhstan.

That's where I took the controls,

for half hour, over the desert.

US Dollars, 31 million.

Where is it now?

Parked in a storage facility in Arizona,

waiting for replacement parts that nobody can find.

Sitting in the wind.

I go out there now and then.

To do what?

To look at it.

It's mine.

People will not die.

Isn't this the creed

of a new culture?

People will be absorbed

in streams of information.

I know nothing

about that.

Computers will die.

They're dying in

their present form.

They're just about dead

as distinct units.

A box, a screen,

a keyboard...

they're melting into

texture of every day life.

Is this true or not?

Even the word "computer".

Even the word "computer"

sounds backward and dumb.

You work out?

Six percent body fat.

Used to be my number.

Then I got lazy.

What are you gonna do about it?

Hit the machines in the morning and

run in the park at night.

Where is he now?

Who?

You know.

He's in the lobby. Torval.

He's watching them

come and go.

Danko's in the

hall outside.

Who's that?

Danko, my partner.

He's new.

I'm new. He's been watching

your back for sometime now.

??? after these wars in the Balkans.

He's a veteran.

What's he gonna

say to you about this?

Torval.

That's who you're talking about?

Say his name.

What's he gonna say to you?

Just so you're safe.

That's the job.

Men get possessive.

What, you don't know this?

I heard the rumor.

Fact is, I technically speaking

went off-duty an hour ago, so...

Basically, my time

we're dealing with here.

Do you find this interesting?

What?

Protecting someone in danger.

What makes you willing to do this?

Take this risk.

Maybe you're worth it.

Maybe it's just the pay.

It's pretty good.

The risk?

I don't think about the risk.

You're the man in the crosshairs,

I figure the risk is yours.

But is it interesting?

It's interesting to be near

men somebody wants to kill.

You know what they say,

don't you?

The logical extension

of business is murder.

Move little left.

Move little left.

Nice.

Perfect.

What kind of weapon

did he give you?

Tazer.

He doesn't trust me

yet with deadly force.

How many volts at your disposal?

Hundred thousand.

Jams your nervous system.

Drop you to your knees.

Like this.

Stun me.

I mean it.

I want you to do it, Kendra,

show how it feels like.

I'm looking for more.

Show me something

I don't know.

Stun me to my DNA. Come on, do it!

Click the switch!

Aim and fire.

I want all the voltage the weapon holds.

Do it!

Shoot it!

Now.

I need to know

where you're going.

Wait and learn.

You smoke since when?

I took it up when

I was fifteen.

It's one of those things a girl takes up.

It tells her she's more than a skinny body nobody looks at.

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