Lawnmower Man 2: Beyond Cyberspace

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You can't take the Chyron chip

rom me!

It's my idea, my design,

my patent.

Trace you have to defend your

patent for the Chyron chip...

The investors have financed the

development of the chip

By law, if they can't be repaid,

the patent belongs to them.

You can't give it to them!

They will pollute the vision of

everything my chip stands for

Here is an opening!

It has fire marks on it!

Break it in!

This way.

We got a live one over here

- Get the gurney out.

Pull gurney out.

We have to repair that shattered

maxillary fracture.

We're gonna lose him. We're

gonna fix that damn artery

We're losing the vital signs,

get me RD forty.

Heart stopped.

He need to defibrillate.

- Clear!

- One, two, three!

Patient is a male.

Late twenties...

multiple amputee, smoke lesions

on the lungs...

and third degree burns over

eighteen per cent of his body.

Transferred from County?

They amputated both of his legs

and reconstructed his face.

- Well, what's the veredict?

- It's hard to tell...

so many different pathways

through the interface

only one way to find out.

Hello, can you hear me?

Peter Peter pumpkin eater?

- What does it mean?

- It means he can hear us.

What is your name?

- Peter Peter pumpkin eater.

Maybe his name is Peter.

I'll try this. "Had a wife, but

couldn't keep her".

Jobe... Hello, Jobe.

Jobe, tell me about yourself.

Empty space. It is all just

empty space inside...

like it is been erased.

Try to visualize all the people

and places that you have met.

Just relax and let the images

come to you.

- Jobe! Hey, Jobe!

- Hi, Peter.

- Look what I've got.

Is that the new Cosmic Man?

- Yeah, it is great!

- Thanks, buddy.

Happy birthday, Jobe. Make a wish

Excuse me... Jobe. I am Jonathon

Walker. I run this place...

I own the patent to the Chyron

chip and you can build it.

Jobe, there is nothing

to be afraid of...

Virtual Reality will rehabilitate

your mind your body...

You'll be alright, I promise...

just concentrate. Okay?

We'll try some music.

Access granted.

LOS ANGELES. The future.

Hey, Matt... Matt!

- Come here. Have you seen Peter?

No, sorry...

Get down on your knees, repent!

Man destroys man.

Before the end. Get down and pray

for forgiveness before...

Thank you. Your videophone access

code is approved.

Yeah! That was awesome!

Here, let me see... Cool! Here.

- Crap!

Man are you okey?

Are you crazy, Peter?

You know it can't hurt me.

- How long, Travis?

- Right now. Did you get it?

Just shoulder sifted it

on the way over.

You are a saint. Thank you.

Come on, let's go inside...

I've got his password

you got the access code...

Man, we are set.

What's up, Travis?

How about a taste of remote

presence, my friends?

All hooked up and ready to go.

All right.

Et's use the Cybercycle disc.

- No way, I am flying.

- Me too.

I am waitin' for this all day.

Please enter videophone

access code...

trapdoor access

to Cyberscape granted...

ten, nine, eight, seven...

six, five, four, three...

two, one...

Trapdoor opened. Enter now.

- Peter, what's happening?

- What's going on?

Who is doing this?

Shawn, the Cybercycles.

Harvey, put in the

Cybercycle disc...

Harvey, can you hear me? Put in

the Cybercycle disc now!

No one jacks-out until we find

who is doing this!

You are alive! How can that be?

There isn't time, Peter.

Need your help. I am diyng.

What do you mean dying?

The Cyberspace is dying and

so am I right along with it...

I am trapped here, Peter.

You have to help me.

- I do not get it.

- I need you to find Trace.

- What?

Doctor Benjamin Trace.

When the Cyberspace dies,

so do I.

What if he won't jack-in?

I'm building his chip Chyron,

I need the Egypt link.

- Peter?

- Peter!

I do not think he's breathing.

- What do we do?

- Let's try CPR.

- Hurry up, we have no time.

Alright.

One, two, three, four, five...

Breath! Breath, Peter!

One, two, three, four, five.

Breath!

It is not working.

One, two, three, four...

Come on, get up. Are you OK?

If you knew you were in danger,

you should have jacket-out!

It was the most exciting tele-

presence I've ever lived.

I want to talk to Halloway person

to person, okay?

I don't want any other nonsense.

We are running out of time.

Well, Senator Greenspan. How

wonderful to see you again...

Welcome to the

Virtual Light Institute.

My head of research and

development, Doc. Cori Platt...

and this is Jennifer.

Please come with me, Senator.

Senators, Virtual Light...

until now, no one has had

he ability to create...

an entire computer network based

ithin Virtual Reality...

I'll render all other

systems obsolete.

Virtual Reality has evolved from

a simulation to an actual place.

Watch your head, those

monitors'll kill you...

So, it is like a whole

new world out there.

Full of interesting possibilities

I understand.

I love a man that does his

homework. Do not you, Doctor?

Well, Senator, what is holding us

back is final...

congressional approval

of our license.

This must be the Chyron chip

that everybody is talking about.

The key to my

Virtual Light Uplink.

Since the information

superhighway...

has left people feeling isolated

from their fellow man...

the Virtual Light Institute will

bring cultures together...

in one continuous

Virtual Enviroment.

And this is our main

control room...

hub of all our operations here at

Virtual Light.

I am still a little unclear as to

ow this fits together.

Well, I am sure Doctor Platt will

enlighten you. Jennifer, please.

The outer circle represents

the real world...

the inner one, Virtual Reality...

the spokes are the different

pathways between the two...

the Chyron chip will open up

these pathways simultaneously...

so a network based inside VR

can be accessed by everyone.

So, next miracle...

When you hook into the library of

my Virtual city...

you hook into every library in

the world...

the chip will bring everything

on line for everyone.

Well, yes, it is very pretty,

onathon, but I think...

we'd be placing quite a

concentration of power in your lap

My lap is your lap, Senator.

- Twinkie?

How did it go?

Walker makes me feel like the

star poodle on his dog show.

- At least you get top billing.

- Walker always gets top billing.

The Chyron chip and designing

the Virtual City.

I do not mind.

I care about how other people see

you, how they perceive you.

That's your world, Dr. Platt, not

mine. My world is in here...

out there people look at me and

they see half a person...

but in here, they see what

I want them to see...

- how I really am.

- I don't see half a person.

- That's your world.

- Good night, Jobe

What do you want?

You sure don't look like the

ather of Virtual Reality to me.

- What?

- You are Dr. Benjamin Trace, right?

- He's dead.

- Dead?

That's not what they said in the

Internet. They said he was here.

The Benjamin Trace you want

is resting in peace.

I suggest you get on that cool

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