Jupiter Ascending Page #5

Yeah, I can't touch this without

a tax number from the revenue review.

This is revenue request,

not revenue review.

We can't get the title

without the tax I.D.

It goes without saying that graft

is incompatible with my programming.

I think you dropped something.

Press your thumb in the depression.

Seals and signets

are on sub-thirty-three.

Your Majesty.

Well, well, well, well.

This is what I have to deal with.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, very nice.

Would Your Majesty kindly

place your wrist here?

Yes.

- Palm up, please.

- Sorry.

Thank you. Thank you.

Very good.

Yes!

Okay.

- It's cool.

- Very nice. Very, very nice indeed.

Now, here is your code and conduct guide

and your royal ways

and means commission.

And file this with a legion administrator

for your royal guard appointment.

- Yes?

- Okay.

Well, congratulations, Your Majesty...

And my deepest condolences.

Thank you?

I will never complain

about the DMV... ever again.

Well, you did it. It's official.

You are now entitled.

Entitled to what?

Like, free parking? Key to the city?

I mean, what does it even really mean?

It means Your Majesty's life

is gonna change... if she wants it to.

Can you say that again?

Just the "Your Majesty" part.

Your Majesty.

That's interesting.

When other people say it,

it makes me really uncomfortable.

But when you say it...

I don't know.

I will admit there are things

about my life that I would like to change,

but that doesn't make me

a different person. It doesn't...

it doesn't change the things

that matter to me, or who I care about.

I'm still the same me.

If Your Majesty says so.

Well, you're the one

with the entitled instinct.

Is there something

happening to you right now?

Does any part of you wanna bite me?

No.

Well, maybe.

Go ahead.

How can Your Majesty be so sure...

if, as you've said,

your "compass is broken"?

Tell me that I'm wrong.

You used to work for Titus,

but that's not true anymore.

So, why stick around?

Why help me?

Because of Stinger.

He thinks if we help you, then you might

help us get back in the legion.

- I see.

- Good to know we're both liars.

What is this?

Sorry.

Hello, Mr. Wise.

Don't make this harder

than it has to be.

I'm sorry, man.

Welcome, Your Majesty.

I am Titus Abrasax,

third primary of the house of Abrasax,

and it is my profound honor...

to meet you.

You are aware that by detaining me

without consent,

you are in direct violation

of statute twenty-seven-b-stroke-six.

Your Highness is a quick study

of the entitled code, I see.

I also know that I can file

a tax grievance against you

unless you take me directly

where I want to go.

I'd be delighted to take you

wherever you'd like.

I'd like to go home.

Very well.

- Set a course for earth.

- At once, My Lord.

In the meantime,

since you've invoked code and conduct,

I trust you'll do me the honor

of dining with me this evening.

Very well.

The Aegis is involved now,

more than likely

tracking you as we speak.

- We've committed no crime.

- How 'bout detaining a royal?

Her Majesty is... hardly detained.

Where is she?

Dining with Lord Titus, of course.

Unless they've moved on to dessert.

Your Highness looks ravishing.

What have you done with Caine?

I know you do not trust me right now,

but I promise I am not your enemy.

Please.

Mr. Wise and I had an arrangement.

He broke our contract.

For that, I promised

to return him to the Deadland.

Is that open to negotiation?

Everything is open to negotiation.

I confess I feel I have you

at somewhat of a disadvantage.

Is it because you kidnapped me?

From the moment I saw your geneprint,

I knew so many things about you

because I was very close to my mother.

So close, in fact, that I could tell

by the way she raised her eyebrows

exactly what she was thinking.

At this point, I probably know more

about you than you know yourself.

Well, shoot.

Just like her, always expecting

the worst from people.

Funny how often people exceed

those expectations.

That distrust in others,

in the world and even in yourself,

has made it difficult for you

to fall in love. Until now.

You're in love

with Mr. Wise, aren't you?

I'm sorry to disappoint you,

but this isn't love.

All Mr. Wise wants from me

is to make him a legionnaire again.

Mother was also a terrible liar.

Your sister did tell me that you

would do anything in your power

to prevent me from claiming my title.

What makes you think Kalique

told you the truth?

- Why would she lie?

- Kalique is in competition with Balem.

She knows that the loss of the earth

will reduce his yield

and impact his position in the market.

His loss is her gain.

Same can be said for you.

Not long ago, yes.

- I would have been just like them.

- And now?

I knew this moment would come

when your geneprint was first confirmed.

I knew that when it did,

I was going to ask you one question,

and if you gave me the right answer,

I was going to change my life, irrevocably.

Come with me.

What is that?

It has many names.

Regenx, recell, nectar.

There are various levels

of usefulness and quality,

but this is the most pure

and most valuable solution

made by the house of Abrasax.

Kalique came out of a bath.

Naturally, my sister didn't explain

what it is or where it comes from.

It comes from people.

Each unit is refined from approximately

a hundred human beings.

What?

Your planet is a farm, Jupiter.

There are thousands of planets like yours

set up by families like mine

to supply an ever increasing

demand for more time.

Are you saying you killed

a hundred people to make this?

Not me, but...

yes, someone did.

Not unlike butchering a herd of cattle.

- Oh, my God.

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

My mother went through a profound

change at the end of her life.

She felt exactly as you do now.

But when she tried to do something

to stop this business, she was murdered.

I believe the same thing

is about to happen to me

because I began to carry out

the work she started.

That is why I hired Mr. Wise

to find you.

I needed someone I could trust.

I cannot allow my brother or sister

to end up with control

over my part of the Abrasax inheritance.

I want to know that when I die...

you will be my heir.

Which brings us at last to my question.

Jupiter Jones...

will you marry me?

A pleasure doing business

with you, Mr. Apini.

I told your men not to take Caine.

You should have left him on Orous.

Unfortunately, My Lord promised

Mr. Wise that if he betrayed us

he'd be fed to the void.

Titus Abrasax is a man of his word.

- So was I.

- We got the trace.

- Outside the Cleopeides.

- Better get a move on.

Don't sound like Caine's

got a lot of time.

Put him back in the brig.

Lord Titus will see you now.

You should have told me the truth

about why you wanted her.

What good would that have done?

If I did, then Jupiter would be dead

and Balem would still own the earth.

Lies are a necessity.

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