Infinite Page #3

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In the grand scheme of things?

Like big-picture sh*t? Not so great.

But I’m good. I’m surviving.

The visions you’ve had your entire life, Evan, aren’t hallucinations.

They’re memories.

So, you’re saying that a hundred doctors were wrong?

Fifty medications didn’t work because I’m really a reincarnated Russian blacksmith?

This is real.

I’m real.

Oh, yeah? This is no version of reincarnation I’ve ever heard of.

Buddhist, Hindu, Sikh.

They believe each life begins with a clean slate.

The answers you’ve been looking for all your life… all you gotta do is get on that plane.

You know what I’m really asking myself right now is?

What if the craziest thing I’ve ever heard… and this is some crazy sh*t… is actually the first thing that’s ever made any goddamn sense?

I don’t gotta go feed the cat, so… let’s go.

[speaking Italian]

Go on.

[speaking, gurgling, choking]

[speaking, gurgling, choking continue]

[gasping]

[woman] They left from a private airport.

It was an unlisted flight.

She was there fast.

Too fast.

The sword hadn’t been in the system for more than a few hours.

Then they have a base here in New York.

I want it found.

It will lead us to Evan McCauley.

He will lead us to the Egg.

Again.

[speaking Latin]

[continues speaking in Latin]

[shouting, choking]

[Nora] We call ourselves the Infinite.

Less than 500 souls from across the globe,all born with the ability to remember all our past lives and the skills we’ve learned in each of them.

There are two groups within the Infinites: Bathurst and the Nihilists, who just want the world to end, and us… the Believers.

And what is it that we believe?

We believe that our gift is a responsibility.

That it’s up to us to leave humanity better off than we found it.

Yeah.

I think I’m gonna need these.

Hey.

Hey.

Thanks.

Wow. It’s a long way from Arthur Avenue.

[chuckles]

It always blows my mind.

We call it the Hub.

This is the place where you’re gonna get your memories back, Evan.

We’ll be landing soon.

Recognize anything?

I’m pretty sure I’d remember this.

It used to be dedicated to scientific research.

Anthropology and linguistics.

All of us using what we’ve learned.

Life after life for the advancement of mankind.

And what is it now?

Headquarters for the losing side in the war.

[shouting, grunting]

Bathurst is the master of combat.

Hundreds of lifetimes.

You must be prepared for everything.

He’s the apex predator in our world.

Again.

[speaking Japanese]

Why are they bowing?

They’re hoping you’re Heinrich Treadway.

[instructor] Again!

Reincarnated.

“Heinrich”?

It was a popular name in the ’50s.

In the ’50s.

Great for rock ‘n’ roll, but lousy for names, I guess.

The 1750s.

[instructor grunts]

What do I know that you need so bad?

That’s why you’re here… to find out.

[grunting continues]

This is Treadway’s room.

Are you asking me or telling me?

I must’ve really screwed up on my last incarnation.

Why would you say that?

Have you seen where I live in this life?

That’s Treadway’s Himalaya diary.

That was me.

When I was Leona Warrick.

And that was Treadway.

[Leona screams]

[gasping]

[grunts]

[gasps]

Two days after that picture was taken, Treadway saved my life.

There’s a reason you picked that book.

All this tells me is what he did.

None of it tells me who he was.

Here we can study anything and everything.

Space, time, scale. It’s all relevant.

That doesn’t seem like much.

[woman] Welcome to my virtual sandbox.

Name’s Garrick.

Hi.

Garrick is our head of technology and research.

He doesn’t look like much.

Goddamn, it’s good to see you again.

It’s nice to meet you too.

Don’t worry. All this sh*t, it just gets weirder.

Okay.

Now let’s get started.

Follow me.

Stand there for me, please.

Okay.

[hologram powers up]

That’s the guy from the police station.

[Garrick] Bathurst. He and Treadway were once friends.

A dozen lifetimes. Wars, peace.

They stood together at some of the greatest moments in human history.

Then Bathurst lost faith.

For the last 300 years, he’s been looking for a way out.

He needed a way to stop reincarnating.

He wants it all to end.

[Garrick] That’s why he made this.

[Garrick] The Egg, designed to kill every living thing on earth.

[Evan] That seems a little drastic.

[Nora] If there’s nothing left alive, there’s nothing left to reincarnate into.

[Garrick] It attacks life at the source… DNA… unwinding the very fabric of existence.

Every plant, every animal every person.

Mama!

[woman] Jordan!

[people yelling, screaming]

I’m coming!

[screams]

[Nora] Like unplugging a computer when a program freezes.

[Garrick] Only when he pulls this plug, seven billion people will go with him.

Everything it kills accelerates the process.

God! Holy sh*t, that felt freakin’ real!

Without you, none of us would be here right now.

What are you talking about?

Last cycle, you raided Bathurst’s lab, stole the Egg, killed his Einstein and everyone who helped build it, leaving him with no way to recreate it.

You took the secret of the Egg’s whereabouts to your grave.

Bathurst spent this entire lifetime looking for it.

And he’s getting closer and closer to finding it every day.

That’s why he tracked you down in New York.

So I get on the plane, you get all my memories back, and I save the whole entire world, right? That’s it?

That’s pretty much basically it, right?

Told you it was gonna get weird.

So, what now?

[phone rings]

Tell me good news, Nora.

[Bathurst] Bryan Porter. Treadway had a gift with steel, didn’t he?

Impeccable. Your friends in the NYPD were certainly impressed with it.

Unfortunately, their encryption skills are less than impeccable.

Led us right to you.

[screaming]

[groaning]

You do know we have easier ways of doing things now, right?

Newer… almost never means better.

We’re going to uncover Evan McCauley’s location.

We’ll brute-force your encryption.

But I’d consider it… a courtesy… if you just… sped the process up.

[chuckles] Tell us where he is.

[groaning]

[coughing] Okay.

I know where he is.

[coughing continues]

Of course I do.

I know exactly where he is. I just… I, um… I sometimes have difficulties…

[whispering] with my memory.

[whispers] Memory.

[groans] I remember when you used to gather honey on the fields of Marathon.

[groaning]

Just another reminder of how nothing stays the same.

[groans]

[groaning]

Would you care for some?

You know what real torture is?

Listening to you?

[laughs] Real torture… isn’t physical pain, but human stupidity.

Being surrounded by it, engulfed in it.

[groans]

Lifetime after lifetime.

[gurgling]

People with their idiot grins!

Their infuriating pleasantries!

Their need for approval!

Their unctuous attempts to be loved and validated!

They are walking, talking obituaries…

[groaning]

…on the back page of a dying newspaper, at the bottom of a birdcage, in the corner of a filthy living room of a hoarder cat lady!

And we are forced…

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