Infinite Page #4

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You’ll never understand…

…to live amongst them over…

…friendship, love.

…and over endlessly.

That is the true…

You still don’t understand about faith!

…definition of torture.

Faith! Blah, blah, blah!

Faith!

[whispers] Faith.

I’m tired of faith.

God must show me his face.

But thank you… for enlightening me.

[Porter screams, faint]

You kept his f***ing body?

Sexy son of a b*tch, isn’t he?

No. He’s a dead guy floating in water.

That’s pretty much my worst nightmare.

Actually, it’s a crotonic acid matrix. Keeps the cells alive.

Oh. That makes it that much better. Thank you.

We’re trying to understand the science behind what we are.

[beeps]

[Nora] Treadway believed that humans are capable of so much more than we realized.

[Evan] Is this what you’re telling me? I’m not living up to my potential?

I’ve heard that speech before.

[Garrick] Treadway pushed past boundaries others might call paranormal, superhuman.

He can manipulate the energy of the world around him.

[Evan] I don’t even know what that means.

[Garrick] What it means is you’ll have skills beyond anything you’ve ever imagined.

Those abilities are very deep.

Below the conscious level.

[Evan] I’m down. How do we get them back?

[grunting]

[Nora] Here, we retrain your memory.

We combine the physical and the mental to develop new neural pathways.

Memories are held in every organ… every cell in your body.

Regression takes the kind of concentration it takes years to develop.

This is a shortcut.

We shock your mind into synching with the system.

[grunting]

[yells]

[Garrick] It’s working. I’m seeing increased activity in all his memory centers.

[yells]

Hey!

[groaning]

[grunts]

Come on.

That’s not Treadway.

Really?

He just beat you.

Treadway would’ve killed me.

[groans]

Wow. She wasn’t kidding about being at war, huh?

Improving the human condition.

Sometimes you do it by painting a chapel ceiling.

Yeah. And sometimes you drop them from a mile out.

Don’t touch that.

Okay, okay.

That’s no gun I’ve ever seen before.

We’re reverse-engineering Bathurst’s Dethroner.

A Dethroner? I mean, dude, who’s coming up with these names?

Look… you can’t kill an Infinite. You kill the body, but…

And they get reincarnated?

Yeah.

This implants in your head and pulls out your consciousness… your soul, and onto a digital chip.

Your soul gets stuck on a disk and breaks the cycle.

Over 200 of our brothers and sisters are lost in that digital purgatory.

[exhales] You come face to face with this, my advice… find a way to die the old-fashioned way.

[knocking]

Come in.

Okay if I look around?

Be my guest.

These are all you, aren’t they?

They’re people I once was.

All of them.

Wow.

That’s cool. You look happy.

I was.

Who’s that guy?

In that picture, he was Abel.

Before then, other names, other faces.

But the soul… the soul was always him.

So, what? You loved each other through multiple lives?

These are all the same place.

Angkor Wat. What we call the Beginning.

I’ll find you in the Beginning.

[Abel] I love you.

When each of us would find ourselves in a new life, this is where Abel and I would go.

You’re reincarnated. How would you know where to go?

Most of us have a reawakening that begins young.

Starts with small things, memories, feelings about a place, dreams.

By puberty, most Infinites have full recall.

[scoffs] Right around the time they diagnosed me schizophrenic.

So what happened if you died young and got separated?

For an Infinite… death isn’t the end, it’s like… turning the page in a book.

Next chapter, same story.

That’s crazy.

New lives, new bodies, always meeting back at the same place.

He was Dethroned.

He’s trapped on a computer somewhere.

My last life, I got my memories back… and realized he was gone.

It’s not my memories that matter, Evan.

It’s yours.

Your last life, in Mexico… where did you hide the Egg?

[Bathurst] Where’s the Egg?

Where is it?

He’s spiking.

Shut it down.

[groaning, panting]

Hey, you’re okay.

[gasps]

You’re okay. Hey. Hey, just breathe.

I need to get up.

Breathe.

[Garrick] Kovic, check his vitals.

What happened in there, Evan? What did you see?

Your neural network fired off like the Fourth of July.

I’ve been seeing this stuff all my life. It still doesn’t make any sense.

Why can’t he remember anything?

Between the car accident, the electroshock and the steel plate in his head, his mind is fractured.

Something in there won’t let the memories flow.

I can’t get them out. I’m afraid the Artisan is our last hope.

He’ll achieve recall soon. [blows]

If he hasn’t already.

Hundreds of lifetimes, and it all comes down to these few hours.

If we don’t find him… before he gets his memories back… we lose the Egg… forever.

The wheels keep turning and we can never… escape.

We go at dawn.

[shouting]

[alarm blaring]

[machine powers down]

It’s been a while, Otto.

No one’s called me by that name in… so many lifetimes.

Hello, my love.

What happened to you?

You were so beautiful.

As were you.

You don’t miss it… the agility… the vibrancy… being confined to this?

You see me as something broken. I don’t.

You’re the cripple, Otto.

Crippled by your cowardice.

Cowardice?

No. I’m crippled by my memory.

You get your memories back over years. Not me.

I get it all back as my brain forms. In the womb.

Endless hours, days, weeks, months.

No room to move!

Nothing for my brain to do but eat itself.

All these lifetimes, the magnitude of this gift, and you haven’t learned a thing.

I have to get out.

I have to make it stop.

Don’t do it. Don’t give him anything.

Where is Treadway?

We storming the beach at Normandy?

You never know with the Artisan.

Let’s get ready.

[man] Color out, please.

[chattering, laughing]

So, the Artisan’s a gambler?

No, he’s a hedonist.

Infinite lies, infinite opportunity for debauchery.

Sounds like my kinda guy.

[speaking Tibetan]

[speakers:
opera music playing]

[opera continues playing]

[sighs]

Alexa, music off.

[music stops]

Get him cleaned up and outta here.

You’re operating on dead guys now?

Da Vinci used to cut into human cadavers so that he could better understand the human form.

For me, I’m all about that brain, baby.

[laughing] But you know that all too well.

Oh, what a beautiful cranial arch you got this time around.

I could better examine it if I severed your head from your neck.

Like Treadway did to me when last we met.

Try it.

Oh.

Bathurst took the Hub.

Does he have the Egg?

No.

Think we’d be here if he did?

Wherever it is, it’s still in his head.

Treadway?

So they say.

Wait. Is he blocked?

[laughing]

Well, well, well, look at this.

Huh.

So, your hard drive got fragged, which means we’re gonna have to reset your memory.

And, Heinrich, I gotta tell ya, I’m really gonna enjoy this.

Ooh! [laughing]

Check this out.

[machine powers up]

You’re all familiar with the idea that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes, right?

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