Quantum Apocalypse Page #6
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Missile Peacekeeper 118LMDA.
It's fusion.
It's not fission.
- Wait, stop, stop, stop.
- Dark matter is a strangelet.
Stop, stop, stop.
- How do you know that?
- I did calculations.
- They're on my computer.
- What kind of calculations?
Sound waves. Resonant
energy. Unique frequencies.
That's it. That's it.
- We need a monitor.
- No, I got a monitor.
Superior operating system.
Did you get it to them?
They need a VGA cable.
We've only got a DVI cable.
- You did good, littler brother.
- I love you. And Lynne.
We love you too.
Mom. Mom...
I'm so sorry.
His calculations,
they look correct.
His approach is unconventional
but his science is sound.
How did we miss it?
This is the frequency.
There goes everything.
- What's gonna happen?
- With quantum physics...
and the chaos theory
you never know what to expect.
It could make it disappear,
be absorbed and do nothing.
That can be used as a faster...
Or a time machine.
Could we find ourselves on
the other side of the galaxy?
- Or chilling with dinosaurs.
- I'm gonna miss you guys.
He's going into arrest.
Charge the defibrillator.
Give me the pass.
Going on 300. Clear.
Marshall guarantees that everything
will be put back to normal.
- Why don't you use the mix?
- Mine's better.
- You never made it before.
- Yes I have. 672 times.
- We need a cup of milk.
- No, you haven't. Use the mix.
Mine's better. Careful.
- What are you guys up to?
- Nothing.
I told him to use the mix.
- Pretty good.
- Better than the mix?
Better clean this up
before mom gets home.
Dja v.
- Can you pick me up at 6?
- I was taking the day off anyway.
- You take the day off?
- Yeah, why not?
- We should go out and have fun.
- They must put something...
extra in those
blood pressure pills.
- Not to concern yourself. Carry on.
- Oh, nice. Pancakes.
- Good morning, Peter.
- Good morning, Stan.
- How goes it, Ali?
- The images from the Hubble...
were clear as a day.
Enough to do the 3D modeling.
Close enough for a texture map
as she passes near the Rover.
These eggs are good.
Hello.
- Hey, honey.
- Mom's home.
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