Prince Of Darkness Page #3

How did the Roman Catholic Church manage

to keep this a secret for 2,000 years?

Apparently, a decision was made...

to characterize pure evil

as a spiritual force,

even within the darkness

in the hearts of men.

It was more convenient.

In that way, man remained

at the center of things.

A stupid lie.

We were salesmen, that's all.

We sold our product...

to those who didn't have it.

The new life.

Reward ourselves,

punish our enemies...

so we can live without truth.

A substance,

malevolence.

That was the truth.

Asleep...

until now.

Help me break this up.

The others shouldn't hear this.

Faith is a hard thing to come

by these days. Look at this.

That thing down therejust directed

a fairly sizable burst of energy.

Directed?

In a straight line... with the precision

of less than a millisecond.

Everybody's acting like we should

really be taking this seriously.

You two aren't taking

this seriously, are you?

What are we supposed to do?

Just go back to work?

What would you rather have,

a wreath of garlic?

A benediction?

A crucifix?

Then it really is Old Scratch

knocking at the door.

A few minutes ago, a vibration was triggered

in the metal on that thing downstairs.

A strong one.

Some kind of...

kinetic emission came out of it.

Now, if it can transmit

a signal strong enough...

It can move other objects...

instantaneously across a distance...

Without outside intervention.

Psychokinesis.

Mind-directed energy.

Don't tell the others yet.

Why not?

They have a right to know that this...

that it... it's conscious.

Not until you prove

it wasn't something else...

a power surge or a draft of air.

All right.

You missed the big history lesson.

You're not gonna believe

what's been going on up here.

Want one?

Anyone ever tell you that

you could pass for Asian?

Whew.

What was that all about?

No sense of humor.

Have you seen Susan?

Who?

Radiologist, glasses.

Oh, yeah. She's right outside.

Where?

She was there. I think

somebody oughta tell her.

Look, am I crazy, or are we

stroking ourselves heavily here?

Thank you for taking the time

to share your thoughts.

Susan?

There's more to it.

There's some kind of power...

directed outward.

A controlled force.

What's it doing?

Reaching out.

Influencing.

Changing things.

Moving objects by thought.

Extraordinary intervention.

Intelligent cause other than man.

Susan?

Hello?

Suppose...

what your faith has said

was essentially correct.

Suppose there is a universal mind

controlling everything.

A god willing the behavior

of every subatomic particle.

Now, every particle

has an anti-particle.

Its mirror image.

Its negative side.

Maybe this universal mind...

resides in the mirror image

instead of in our universe...

as we wanted to believe.

Maybe he's anti-God,

bringing darkness instead of light.

Why weren't we told the truth?

Without the technology to confirm,

it would have been another legend.

But he was our prisoner, not yours!

We had a responsibility...

to warn the rest of the world.

Only the corrupt

are listened to now,

and they tell us

what we want to hear.

We believe it to be divine light.

It just got colder in here.

I know.

Suddenly, as if...

as if something...

moved through the room.

Listen, do you realize

what's going on up there?

We are on the brink

of the ultimate truth!

Oh, this priest is a real case.

He is looney tunes, and I'm

beginning to wonder about Birack too.

I'm going back.

Come on, Calder.

Come on, Frank!

You're outta your minds!

This is a joke. This is caca.

Come on!

Caca.

Hello?

Where's Wyndham?

Uh, he left.

When?

Oh, about 20 minutes ago.

We tried to talk him out of it,

but, uh...

Has anyone seen Susan?

Who?

The radiologist. Glasses?

Well, maybe she left too.

Maybe they both had

the right idea.

This is not a dream.

Not a dream.

We are using your brain's

electrical system as a receiver.

We are unable to transmit

through conscious neuro-interference.

You are receiving

this broadcast as a dream.

We are transmitting from the year 1-9...

Walter?

What?

Have you seen Mullins?

What? No.

Susan?

Who?

Radiologist. Glasses.

Come on, man.

I was asleep.

We can't find them.

And Wyndham's left.

Couple of the others are talking about leaving.

We're gonna have a meeting in the lab in half an hour.

Mullins left?

I don't know.

I'm gonna go downstairs

and look for him.

Well, since I'm up now.

If I don't come back,

you can have my Porsche.

You are receiving this broadcast in order

to alter the events you are seeing.

Our technology has not developed

a transmitter strong enough...

to reach your conscious

and your awareness.

What were you dreaming?

Your kingdom, Father, does

not include my unconscious.

It's mine, and I may abuse it

any way I wish...

without having to confess

what's in it.

Something I haven't

told you.

The Brotherhood of Sleep...

Anyone in close proximity...

has the same dream.

The one you had

just now.

Um...

Excuse me, but I...

The guardian priests had

the dream for years.

What does it mean?

A premonition.

The dream evolves,

unfolds.

We shall start to have it

every time we go to sleep.

As if it's pushing

everything else out.

Making room for itself.

Mullins?

Do you think he really

just took off?

I mean, like he was actually

believing this whole business?

Why is everybody

looking at me that way?

'Cause you're being a**hole-ish. That's

very a**hole-ish of you to say so.

Look, Mullins is probably

off asleep someplace.

Or he's boffing

the radiologist.

I hope he's getting laid. I hope they're both

on their way to a nice Chinese restaurant.

How can you keep

working like this?

It's... 3:
30.

No wonder I'm so tired.

I keep getting these figures

in the computer,

but they're not

making any sense.

I stopped making sense

about 15 minutes ago.

No, I mean these equations

are beyond me now.

They're like another language. Mmm.

Go get some sleep.

I'll wake you in half an hour.

Oh, 45 minutes?

Okay.

Hey, are you okay?

No.

I know what you mean.

I just want to go home, pretend

none of this is really happening.

What's that?

Hmm?

Oh, it's just a bruise

I got somehow.

Finally stopped hurting.

This looks like a figure

of some kind.

No, I got to close my eyes. Okay.

I'll wake you.

Thanks.

Hello.

I'm opening the door, if you want to stop

what you're doing and put your clothes on.

Big doings in the lab tonight.

There's a meeting.

Oh, give me just 15 minutes.

You want me to come back?

Later.

Any luck?

Can't find anybody.

I'm going up to the lab.

I'll be there in a minute.

We're having a meeting

in the lab.

Lisa.!

Mona Lisa!

Lisa?

This whole building is gonna

have to be encased in concrete.

No way. A building this size? I

say we launch the f***er into space.

I'm hearing something.

Where are the others?

We think they've left.

Kelly's asleep. I didn't

want to wake her up.

I'm asking you to stay.

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