Equilibrium Page #2

you would be at Equilibrium,

replacing your dose.

No, of course not.

That was the right thing

to do.

Stop that.

Due to terrorist activity,

this site is

temporarily closed.

Proceed to the Equilibrium

Center in Sector 8A.

Due to terrorist activity,

this site is

temporarily closed.

This site is

temporarily closed.

Proceed to the Equilibrium

Center in Sector 8A.

More than punctual, Cleric.

Hop in.

How were the lines?

I'm surprised you were able

to get your interval

and get out so quickly.

No, they're...

they're fine today.

Maybe I'll drop by later,

get my interval adjusted.

You expecting Resistance?

That's something you'll find

about me, Cleric.

I'm a wary person,

cautious by nature.

Always expecting the worst.

You can't do this.

You cannot do this.

Tetragrammaton.

There's nothing we can't do.

How long have you been off

the dose?

Look at you.

Look at you!

Look at you.

The mirror's frame is illegal.

Destroy it.

We have suppression.

We're making entry.

Standard deployment.

Collecting catalog.

Illegal articles.

You're gonna burn it,

aren't you?

Eventually.

However, you couldn't have

accumulated all this

by yourself.

It'll all be sorted

and examined.

We'll discover

who your confederates are.

Gun!

We need her.

What's your name?

O'Brien, Mary.

Well, Mary...

you can either wait

and tell the technicians

at the Palace of Justice...

or you can tell me now.

Who are your friends?

I'm wondering if you have

any idea at all

what that word means...

"friend."

There's nothing

you don't feel?

How about guilt?

Let me ask you something.

Why are you alive?

I'm alive...

I live...

...to safeguard the continuity

of this great society.

To serve Libria.

It's circular.

You exist to continue

your existence.

What's the point?

What's the point

of your existence?

To feel.

'Cause you've never done it,

you can never know it.

But it's as vital as breath.

And without it...

without love,

without anger,

without sorrow...

breath is

just a clock ticking.

Then I have no choice

but to remand you

to the Palace of Justice

for processing.

Processing.

You mean execution, don't you?

Processing.

The Gun Katas.

Through analysis of thousands

of recorded gunfights,

the Cleric has determined

that the geometric distribution

of antagonists in any gun battle

is a statistically

predictable element.

The Gun Kata treats

the gun as a total weapon,

each fluid position

representing

a maximum kill zone,

inflicting maximum damage

on the maximum number

of opponents

while keeping

the defender clear

of the statistically

traditional trajectories

of return fire.

By the rote mastery

of this art,

your firing efficiency will rise

by no less than 120%.

The difference of a 63% increase

to lethal proficiency

makes the master

of the Gun Katas

an adversary not to be

taken lightly.

Without love...

breath is just a clock...

ticking.

Prozium...

the great nepenthe.

Opiate of our masses.

Glue of our great society.

Salve and salvation,

it has delivered us

from pathos, from sorrow,

the deepest chasms

of melancholy and hate.

With it, we anesthetize grief,

annihilate jealousy,

obliterate rage.

That those sister impulses

towards joy, love, and elation

are anesthetized in stride,

we accept as fair sacrifice.

For we embrace Prozium

in its unifying fullness

and all that it has done

to make us great.

Good morning, Cleric.

Good morning.

...intrinsically, humans,

as creatures of the Earth

were drawn inherently always

back to one thing...war.

And thus we seek to correct

not the symptom

but the disease itself.

We have sought to shrug off

individuality,

replacing it with conformity.

Replacing it...

with sameness...

with unity,

allowing each man, woman,

and child

in this great society

to lead identical lives.

The concept of identical

environment construction

allows each of us to head

confidently into each moment

with all the secure knowledge

it has been lived before.

What are you doing?

I'm rearranging my desk.

You didn't like

the way it was before?

I had no feelings about it.

I'm merely attempting

to optimize.

Sense offenders

holed up in the Nether.

We estimate...

we estimate 50 men, sir.

Intelligence tells us

they're all fully armed.

This is the group that bombed

the Prozium factories.

You clean, we'll sweep.

Yes, sir.

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Go!

Aah!

Take it! Take the landings!

- Aah!

- Aah!

- Cover me. I'm going in.

- Aaaaaaaah!

Nice grab, Cleric.

"Ludwig Van Beethoven."

Cleric...

Why didn't you leave that

for the evidentiary team

to collect and log?

They miss things sometimes.

I'll take it in myself...

make sure

it gets done properly.

You know, Preston...

If we keep burning

all this contraband,

eventually there won't be

anything left to burn.

What'll there be

for men like us?

Sir!

We got something out back.

We're gonna need

two more men on this.

These animals were defended

by women and children.

We put them down easily.

This isn't the first time

we've seen this.

Why do they keep

these animals?

What, do they...

do they eat them?

What do you want me

to do, sir?

Exterminate them, of course.

All right. Let's do it.

- No.

What's wrong, Cleric?

Nothing.

- Hey...

Grab it.

Grab it!

Sir...toss it back in.

I'll finish it off.

Give it to me, sir.

Give it to him, Cleric.

He'll finish it.

Wait!

It seems to me that...

at least some of these animals

ought to be tested for disease.

If there's an epidemic

in the Nether,

it's best we know about it.

I don't quite follow

your logic, Cleric.

They were Resistance.

They could have led us

to the Underground.

But instead of apprehension

and interrogation,

they were slaughtered.

Yes, but, Cleric,

given the circumstances,

the Father has decreed

that there will be no more

"process" for sense offenders.

They are either to be

shot on sight

or incinerated without a trial.

But it's counter to law.

You're a member

of the Council. Lf...

It is not the will

of the Council,

it is the will of Father...

and he is law.

Sir...

without the logic of process,

is it not just mayhem...

what we have worked so hard

to eradicate?

You must understand, Preston,

that while you...and even I...

may not always agree with it,

it is not the message

that is important,

it is our obedience to it.

Father's will.

Call it faith.

You have it, I assume?

Yes.

I have it.

Good.

Confiscated evidence

X23-T45...

Mary O'Brien.

Cleric John Preston

passing into the Nether...

enforcement-related.

Thank you, sir.

I don't know what else

to do with you.

Go on.

Go on.

Go!

Fine.

But you're going back

in the trunk.

Okay.

Here.

Step away from the vehicle!

Step away from the vehicle!

This is your last warning!

Step away from the vehicle!

Identification.

I'm a Cleric.

I'm here on official business.

Identification!

It's in my coat.

Where's the coat?

Where is it?!

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